Disclaimer: I own no one from Angel Sanctuary except Setsuna who belongs to me in my dreams!
Author's Notes: A HUGE THANK YOU to Valy for helping me with the lemon scene!
Rating – R
Chapter 2
She spouted with determination, "I work at a motel, where they give me a free room for my customers."
I stood speechless. The woman I left everything behind for was selling herself! For what? My credit cards, my house, my what? There was nothing for her to do such things! I had nothing in the world, except her!
She continued, "It's very hard to keep all the customers pleased, so I took a job as a janitor at the hospital for extra money."
Grabbing her by the shoulders, I shook her.
"Sara! How could you! Do you think that I love you for your body only, that you sell it so easily?"
Losing her stoic expression, Sara tried to explain, "W-wait! I was just kidding, I only use it to take a shower …."
Uncontrollably, I shouted, "Take me there! Where is it!"
Sara pointed down the street to a cheap-looking motel. My hand grabbed hers and we barged over there. Before we could enter the hotel, Sara stopped and pulled on my sleeve. I felt it but ignored it. When that didn't work, she pinched my arm. Crying in pain, I turned around to face her waiting explanation.
She grabbed my hand and only announced, "Follow me."
The sad look on her face made me wonder what was on her mind. Deciding to listen to her before I destroyed the hotel, she led me. Hand in hand, we headed over to a room in the building, and then she pulled out a key from her pocket. My eyebrows knit in wonder as the door opened and a cool breeze welcomed us from inside the room. Sara pulled me in and locked the door. I was amazed at how the room smelled like a fresh hotel room, as if no one had ever ventured inside. Even the bed looked like no one had ever slept in it. Sara's eyes bore into my body as I stomped around the room, looking for her 'customers.'
As I entered the bathroom, I was overwhelmed with the scent of my sister. This was the same smell that filled my senses when we were little and she would take her bath before me. When she left the bath, the water would carry her scent and drive me to desperation with my desire. My fingers would always find a way to join with the moist droplets on the walls and manipulate them to form the words "Setsuna and Sara" inside a heart. After writing those lyrics, I always felt that somehow, someway it would come true. Of course, that was the drivel inside the mind of a love-struck child. Now I was a man, capable of thinking for my own and my thoughts only told me one thing: I was incapable of loving anyone besides the woman who stood in that same motel room with me. But what did this woman want me to see? She stood as if waiting for me to reach some sort of moment of eureka. Then it hit me.
My eyes widened as I realized that she never used the room or the bed. The only explanation was that she only came to the bathroom to take a shower. What she had said before was the truth! Confusion set in. She was telling the truth. She didn't spend much time in this motel room at all. Then why did she tell me that she had customers in here? If it was to make me jealous, it did the job. Overcome with different emotions of anger, relief, surprise, confusion, truth, and love, I took Sara's fragile form in my arms. Putting aside my insanity, holding her was the only thing my heart told me to do. Slowly, I pulled her to me, enveloping her tightly. I wished so much that I could give her even more than I ever had. Sara hugged me back, making my heart race.
A fleeting moment of anger and rage were calmed when I saw the pure look of innocent desire on Sara's face. She said all that just to get a reaction, right? My mind reeled in desperation. Would she sell her body to pay my medical bills? Was I so useless that I turned my own sister from someone so angelic, into something so demonic? Did she even want me anymore after so much time? What if she got better choices during the month that I had been wasting away? I saw how thin I had become. Even though Sara was smaller than I was, I hated how I couldn't protect her even while asleep. A sea of emotions swept over me.
She looked up at me, "Setsuna, what's wrong?"
Pressing her tiny body against the wall, I stared at her in wonder. Every sensation that flowed through my body at that moment was setting me on fire, especially while watching Sara's reaction. Sara gave a small gasp of pleasure. Glad that she was just as enticed by me as I was by her, I brought her delicately featured face closer to mine, patiently waiting for the moment of impact. My lips hovered a mere inch from hers. But what surprised me was that Sara's eyes were filled with unshed moisture. Surprise filled my voice.
"Sara? Are you not happy to be with me?"
This was not the reaction I was looking for. I wanted her to hold me tight and whisper her unconditional love to me. Yet here she was, trying to hold back tears instead. I began to pull away, despondent in rejection. How did I expect her to love me when I slept away in a coma for so long? I must have been fooling myself! My surprise grew to shock, when Sara's fragile hand reached up and stopped me by caressing my face.
She choked on her words, "No…never. I'm never unhappy when I'm with you."
I spoke slowly, "Then, why are there tears in your eyes?"
She smiled, pulling my still strong body closer to her smaller one.
"I…have waited so long for this moment…I've missed you so much…"
I heard and understood. I had wanted to embrace her for so long, waiting and wanting to touch her skin, and here she was baring her soul to me. Gently pressing my lips against hers, I waited for her to throw me back. I wanted her to take her anger out on me for leaving her for a month, but the moment never came. Instead, I was surprised to see Sara responding passionately to my kiss. Something wet filled my eyes.
She forgave me!
In affirmation, Sara reminded me, "I love you, Setsuna."
The wet tears spilled. I pulled away and caught her hands in my own to bring them to my lips. An encouraging smile broke out on her face. Before I decided to ravish her, I looked in her eyes, savouring the ambrosia taste in my mouth of our forbidden kiss.
Trembling, I promised her, "I love you, too, Sara."
Both of us wiped at our tears.
Grinning, my voice came out as a whisper, "No more tears?"
She smiled me, shaking her head, "No more tears."
Pressing my body tightly against hers, I felt every curve of her body deliciously completing the empty crevices of my own. Both of our breathing was erratic, as our lips come together for a second time. This time, with raw rage that needed a soothing quelling only found in each other. The kiss broke for the second time.
Looking into her eyes, I breathed, "Sara…"
My heart grew wings at that moment.
Her voice called my name, "Setsuna..."
Before we went any further, I had to know what Sara had been doing while I was in that cursed coma. I refused to believe that Sara entertained her customers here in this same room, where I was about to make sweet, long over-due love to her.
Facing away from her, I breathed, "Why are you doing this...? Do you think I'm not unhappy enough?"
"...I'm not doing anything...I just want to hold you...is that wrong? Are you unhappy with me? Is that why you turn away from me?" Sara whispered.
I sighed, walking towards the window, gazing sightlessly at the fading and twinkling light of the city.
Why was she doing this to me...?
"I'm not unhappy with you... But your behavior... scares me... I don't know why you're doing this..." I turned to her and saw how upset she was.
My heart stirred. "Please don't cry..."
She took a couple of steps back.
"I...scare...you?"
I had better be clear about this before she ran out of the room and into someone else's life.
"Sort of..." I sighed, opening my arms.
I invited her, "Come here..."
She seemed as if she was going to fall down. Her hand grabbed at the chair behind her as she used it to stand tall in front of me.
Her voice cracked, "You're scared because I teased you on something as serious as selling my body?"
All was right and fine now. I laughed out loud in relief. So this all was just to tease me and make me jealous! This was all I needed to hear. The chair was giving way at her weight, almost tipping over. The distance between us was closed as I walked over to her. Sara placed a palm on the vanity mirror. Standing before her, I cupped her face with my hands.
"Yes, that's exactly why. I know you love me, and I do love you, but..."
She softly breathed, "But, what?" terrified of the answer.
"But I hate the way you told me that you work in the hotel. You purposely made me think that you were selling your body... as if... you would think I'm just... using you as a... whore..." I whispered, peering into her eyes.
I needed her to understand how serious the joke she was playing on me was. This time, her body refused to hold back. Her body trembled as she threw her arms around my chest.
"You're so stupid! I've NEVER thought that! I know you haven't either!"
Hiccups flooded her body as she tried to speak again, "Forgive me?"
I could only smile, wiping her tears away. "Of course... I will always forgive you, no matter what you do."
I kissed away the still falling tears, savoring the taste. "I love you..."
Her frail arms held me tightly, "I love you, too."
Wiping her tears again, I reminded her, "No more tears, Sara, ever again."
Sara touched my lips, in agreement, "No more tears, Setsuna, ever again."
Some promises needed to be made twice. I proceeded to kiss her face, trailing my lips down along her eye lids, and her cheeks, and then capturing her mouth in the softest of kisses. Sara's lips quivered, adding to my desire. In her excitement and desire, she allowed herself to be lost in my arms. Deepening the kiss, I teased her mouth open with my lips. Caressing her back softly, sliding my hands under her shirt, I darted my tongue, pleading with her to taste her warm wetness. Sara's legs were giving way as I held on to her for dear life. If I let go, I would not be able to take my next breath. This was our moment. The moment of Setsuna and Sara. No one else. Her hand ran through my hair, as her lips invited me eagerly. My mouth gave in to her passion, taking enjoyment in the kiss, teasing her small tongue with mine, stroking it, and tasting the softness of her hot cavern. Her hair was soft and luscious. But she wanted to touch me, so, she took my free hand in hers and laced them. A dance was created. I moaned into the kiss, making myself weaker for her as I began to gasp for air. My arms lifted her up; I couldn't resist. Carrying her towards the bed, I lay her down on it and sat down beside her, admiring her shining beauty. A moment was desperately needed to catch our breath. Together we giggled as the bed that was never used was about to be stripped of its virginity.
I remained there, staring at her fondly. "I..."
Sara closed her eyes and reveled in our moment. The world was a million miles away. This was as close to Heaven as we could ever get. For Heaven did not welcome sinners. But, we were the happiest sinners in the world.
"Yes, Setsuna?"
I smiled softly. "I can't..."
Sara's brow arched.
She spoke slowly, "You…can't?"
She started to move off the bed. I caught her by the arm.
"You didn't let me finish, silly!" I laughed
The twinkle in my eyes spelled mischief. She knew that, after all. She had been with me for fourteen years. But, she couldn't figure out the prank. Was I going to wrestle her on the bed? Or would I just spin around in circles until we got dizzy? Games we used to play as children ran amok in my mind. I knew the curiosity was burning inside her.
"I meant, I can't hold myself anymore..." I whispered, as I hugged her tightly.
"I want you... I want to be inside you..."
Every inch of my body throbbed for her. She pulled me by my collar and kissed me, sending a rush through both of our bodies. She worked at the buttons on my shirt. My mouth moaned her name, shivering. I kissed her neck with a mix of passion and softness, trailing my tongue along the smooth skin. She worked her way to the last button. I knew her heart was racing at the sight that would be under my shirt. Shoving the shirt off my shoulders, she left a trail of goosebumps where she touched me. When my name came from her lips, it did so as a prayer.
I grinned, removing completely my shirt. "So...?"
Placing her fingers on my chest, she blushed, "I've seen and known this mass of muscle since I was born. But today it's not my brother's chest. It's a man's chest. And, it's all for my eyes only."
She turned her back to me and moved her hair to the front, revealing a black shirt under a blue summer dress. She pointed at the laces that needed to come undone.
I nodded and reached out, trailing my fingers over her chest, teasing her softly.
"You're so beautiful..." was all I could think aloud.
My mind had long ago started registering how beautiful she was. Today, she just grew more heavenly. She shivered at my touch and voice. The dress came off easily. The shirt was pulled off in mere seconds. She sat before me like the goddess, Venus just after her birth, in all her glory and splendour. I slid my hands around to her back, wanting to see what I never did before. The hooks came off with some resistance, but that didn't deter me. Her bra fell off her shoulders slowly, revealing round perfect breasts. Just like me, Sara didn't try to hide any of herself.
Her hands found the obstacle of a belt that was keeping her from the buttons on my pants. Quickly removing the belt, she unfastened the button, then the zipper. I sighed; the tightening of my pants was finally going away, freeing me from the aches of desire, still covered by my undergarments. Suddenly she froze.
"Wait…Setsuna…"
"I can't…I want you so much. I'll turn into a fossil if I wait any longer."
"Setsuna, please…listen to me….it's important."
Looking into her eyes, I realized that she was going to say something very important, something that would change both of our lives forever.