Chapter 10
Soulmates
AN: Already at chapter 10 and so little into the story. God I hope this turns into one of those uber-long stories that go for 50 chapters or more. I hope you all stay interested in it. Yawn Sorry. I haven't been feeling well lately and with the changing of the seasons, I have once again been struck with my accursed insomnia. I'm so damn tired. Heh heh. But on the plus side for everyone who's reading this fanfic and enjoying it, it means faster updates as I spend more time writing. A curse and a blessing. So...is there anyone out there who dislikes the thought of Miaka and Chichiri together? Hums I'm just delaying for time here, waiting for sleep to come. I'll start writing the actual chapter in the morning. Or tomorrow night. Whenever. Aw hell, I'll just start it tonight. Well time for me to go. Oh! One more thing.
LEMON WARNING!
All done! Smiles
Chichiri: Figured it out yet, no da?
Lena: Evil Doom Glare of Unholy Death
Chichiri: I'll take that as a no, no da.
Disclaimer: I no own Fushigi Yugi. You give me Fushigi Yugi, I love you long time!
The darkness enfolded the two lovers, wrapping around them securely. Hands roamed over hot sensous bodies as they continued their kiss. Her fingers found the catch to his kesa, hastily undoing it and tossing it somewhere in the tent. Deft hands went next to undo the buttons of his shirt, but were stopped when the monk grabbed them. She pulled back, a questioning and startled look on her face. The well seishi dropped a gentle kiss on her lips before dropping down to his knees on the blankets that covered the floor, tugging her down with him. He glanced at her, noticing her lips swollen from the kiss, before looking away a little.
Chichiri cleared his throat lightly, blushing a bright red he was sure she saw even in the low light. "Miaka...I've never done this, no da." He whispered, the 'no da' trailing at the end of his sentence in nervousness. He ran a hand through his bangs. "Even though I was never required by Suzaku to take the vows of celibacy and chastity, I was never tempted to sleep with another person, no da."
Miaka's mouth made a small "O" in understanding before she smiled, running a hand along his jaw. "I'm honored I get to be your first. I only wish I could be the same way for you." She pressed a finger to his mouth. hushing him before he could speak. "Though, I am more than happy that you will be my second."
She replaced her finger with her lips for a moment. "I love you."
"I love you too." Chichiri whispered.
A mysterious and sly smirk crossed the miko's features as she stared at her lover. "But, I think we're talking too much, don't you love?"
A dark blush tinted the mage's face as he stared in shock at his priestess. When had she gotten so...so...vulgar?! His arguments vanished though as her hands returned to the task of unbuttoning his shirt and she kissed him. "Hai..." He murmured against her.
He shivered lightly as the cool air brushed across his chest as she parted his shirt and pushed it off him. Glazed eyes watched as she eagerly placed both hands on his chest, stroking the muscled flesh. She felt muscles contract and relax beneath her touch as she explored him, first with hands, and then with tongue and lips. He groaned deep in his chest as she tasted him, a desperate desire to do the same to her flooding him. He pulled her back up to kiss her, tongue slipping inside the warm cavern of her mouth to explore. A bright red light filled the tent as his symbol lit up, bathing them in the familiarity of Suzaku. The light outlined the two in a sensual way.
Miaka let her eyes slide shut, her blood turning to a liquid fire that pooled sluggishly to her stomach. The mage gripped her waist, hauling her onto his lap as he lost his nervousness of the moment. She pressed her hips to his, causing the monk to toss his head back, a low moan rising in volume as she did it again. A sultry smile crossed the miko's lips as she saw the monk warring with himself to keep his control from snapping. "Chiri..." She whispered huskily.
He focused on her, losing himself in the deep emerald of her eyes. In a trance, the monk watched as his miko pull her shirt up and over her head. Underneath, he looked perplexed at what appeared to be a chest harness. A soft giggle drew his attention as he noticed Miaka watching him. The monk blushed again, but desire controlled his actions as he reached out to cup one clothed breast, stroking a thumb over her peaked nipple. She gasped at the tingle of electricity that lanced through her and she pressed against him.
A tug on the bra caused another giggle to come from her, causing her breasts to bounce lightly. Chichiri glared at the contraption as he tugged on it from several different areas in all different directions. Delicate hands gripped his, leading them behind her to where Miaka guided his hands to the clasp in back. "It hooks from the back." She explained.
"Ah." It took him several minutes, but the monk finally got the thing off her, tossing it in the general direction their shirts had gone. His gaze swept over her, finally able to see her body. "You're beautiful." He whispered reverently.
Red tinged her cheeks and she looked down for a moment. "Arigatou."
Chichiri smiled, amazed at how endearing and sexy she looked. He pulled her close once more, guiding her to the floor as he bit lightly into the junction between her neck and shoulder. He gripped her wrists in one hand above her head as he slid lower, burying his face between her breasts and placing a kiss in the valley there. He breathed her in, the scent of jasmine and cherry blossoms invading his senses.
The miko watched him, eyes lidded with lust, love, and desire. Her breath came unevenly as her pulse raced. He gave her a lazy smirk before latching his lips around one nipple, suckling heavily on her. She cried out, arching her back and pressing herself against him. His one hand kept her wrists firmly pinned above her and he let his lower body rest on hers. His erection pressed against her and she lifted her hips to rub against him. He groaned again and his hold on her loosened, allowing her to free her hands to wander again. The seishi never even noticed as she rid herself of her shorts, losing himself in the feel of her velvety skin. He caressed the flat expanse of her belly, sucking hotly on her collarbone. A rough tug on his pants drew his attention downward where Miaka was busy untying the drawstring to them. Mahogany eyes darkened as he looked at her fully nude figure, feeling himself harden even more at the sight. Knuckles brushed against his length and he almost screamed in pleasure. So this is what its like. He thought absently.
She pushed the dark green material past his hips, pulling them off him. Fingers stroked him lightly, causing the monk to tremble in need and cry out her name. Heat was pouring off him in waves and she continued to explore him to her leisure. He pulled away from her hand and she looked up at him, seeing the internal struggle to control himself in her eyes. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back down to her. He braced himself above her, positioned at her entrance. Emerald met mahogany in an endless moment before he thrust forward, burying his length to the hilt inside her slick folds.
Her fingers gripped tightly onto his shoulders as they finally merged together. The monk paused, bracing all his weight on one arm as he reached up to cup her face, brushing a strand of hair back. No words were necessary as he kissed the woman he loved, starting to thrust in and out of her at a slow pace.
Her heels dug into his back as she urged him to move faster. The sensations in her body coming together, intensifying. His name fell from her lips with every movement, the beat of her heart drowning out the sound before she could even hear herself. The monk shifted slightly, hitting a spot deep inside her, causing lights to flare in her vision as she screamed out her release, inner muscles spasming wildly.
The seishi thrust once more before joining her as he reached his own climax, his seed shooting into her. The monk collapsed on top of the miko, rolling slightly to the side so as not to crush her. She snuggled close up to him, laying her head upon his shoulder.
"I love you, koi." She whispered sleepily, a smile of pure happiness forming on her lips.
"Wo ai ni, Miaka." He answered her, caressing her hair before the two slipped into a dreamless sleep together, their souls and hearts eternally bound.
Tsuzaru looked at the tent, a content smile resting upon his face. "Treat her well monk." He whispered, looking up sorrowfully to the stars, thoughts of his own lost love chasing their way into his mind.
A.N
twitch twitch Don't flame me!!! It was my first non-roleplay lemon!! Hides under a table Please be nice to me! PLEASE!
Anywho, I know it was short, and it took me a long time to update for such a short chapter, but to be honest I have been utterly and completely nervous about writing this cause I know I'm no good at this kinda stuff unless its in a roleplay and oh god I am so embarrassed right now and I pray you all don't think I'm too much of a hentai now even though I am and I just realized how much I'm rambling on and on but I'm just so damn nervous so I beg you please don't flame me on the horribleness of my writing in this chapter and how short it is and I promist you all as I get practice at writing this stuff it will get better! Takes a breath finally
Chichiri: Pats her on the back
Lena: Thank you Chichiri.
Chichiri: No problem, no da. So...guess yet?
Lena: No. Tell me already. I give up.
Miaka: Chuckles and blushes before spotting Lena's personal buffet table Food.
Chichiri: smirks again I'm better than Tamahome.
Lena: I knew that already. Who isn't better than that asshole. Vehemently hates the bastard that's always making Miaka cry in the series
Tamahome: glares Why must you be so mean to me?
Chichiri: Death glare on Obake-chan Baki Kochi Na Hoobaku.
Tamahome: Aw shit! First the bandit, then the author, now the monk! Teme!
Chichiri: KAI HA!!! Chi blasts Tamahome That was fun, no da. No wonder Tasuki-kun enjoys burning him so much.
Lena: Hai. Anywho....see you at the next chapter. And you! Grabs Chichiri I wanna see if yer better'n Tasuki. Drags him to her room
Chichiri: O.o!
Tasuki: O.o! Don' drag me inta this!
Miaka: still eating
AN: Already at chapter 10 and so little into the story. God I hope this turns into one of those uber-long stories that go for 50 chapters or more. I hope you all stay interested in it. Yawn Sorry. I haven't been feeling well lately and with the changing of the seasons, I have once again been struck with my accursed insomnia. I'm so damn tired. Heh heh. But on the plus side for everyone who's reading this fanfic and enjoying it, it means faster updates as I spend more time writing. A curse and a blessing. So...is there anyone out there who dislikes the thought of Miaka and Chichiri together? Hums I'm just delaying for time here, waiting for sleep to come. I'll start writing the actual chapter in the morning. Or tomorrow night. Whenever. Aw hell, I'll just start it tonight. Well time for me to go. Oh! One more thing.
LEMON WARNING!
All done! Smiles
Chichiri: Figured it out yet, no da?
Lena: Evil Doom Glare of Unholy Death
Chichiri: I'll take that as a no, no da.
Disclaimer: I no own Fushigi Yugi. You give me Fushigi Yugi, I love you long time!
The darkness enfolded the two lovers, wrapping around them securely. Hands roamed over hot sensous bodies as they continued their kiss. Her fingers found the catch to his kesa, hastily undoing it and tossing it somewhere in the tent. Deft hands went next to undo the buttons of his shirt, but were stopped when the monk grabbed them. She pulled back, a questioning and startled look on her face. The well seishi dropped a gentle kiss on her lips before dropping down to his knees on the blankets that covered the floor, tugging her down with him. He glanced at her, noticing her lips swollen from the kiss, before looking away a little.
Chichiri cleared his throat lightly, blushing a bright red he was sure she saw even in the low light. "Miaka...I've never done this, no da." He whispered, the 'no da' trailing at the end of his sentence in nervousness. He ran a hand through his bangs. "Even though I was never required by Suzaku to take the vows of celibacy and chastity, I was never tempted to sleep with another person, no da."
Miaka's mouth made a small "O" in understanding before she smiled, running a hand along his jaw. "I'm honored I get to be your first. I only wish I could be the same way for you." She pressed a finger to his mouth. hushing him before he could speak. "Though, I am more than happy that you will be my second."
She replaced her finger with her lips for a moment. "I love you."
"I love you too." Chichiri whispered.
A mysterious and sly smirk crossed the miko's features as she stared at her lover. "But, I think we're talking too much, don't you love?"
A dark blush tinted the mage's face as he stared in shock at his priestess. When had she gotten so...so...vulgar?! His arguments vanished though as her hands returned to the task of unbuttoning his shirt and she kissed him. "Hai..." He murmured against her.
He shivered lightly as the cool air brushed across his chest as she parted his shirt and pushed it off him. Glazed eyes watched as she eagerly placed both hands on his chest, stroking the muscled flesh. She felt muscles contract and relax beneath her touch as she explored him, first with hands, and then with tongue and lips. He groaned deep in his chest as she tasted him, a desperate desire to do the same to her flooding him. He pulled her back up to kiss her, tongue slipping inside the warm cavern of her mouth to explore. A bright red light filled the tent as his symbol lit up, bathing them in the familiarity of Suzaku. The light outlined the two in a sensual way.
Miaka let her eyes slide shut, her blood turning to a liquid fire that pooled sluggishly to her stomach. The mage gripped her waist, hauling her onto his lap as he lost his nervousness of the moment. She pressed her hips to his, causing the monk to toss his head back, a low moan rising in volume as she did it again. A sultry smile crossed the miko's lips as she saw the monk warring with himself to keep his control from snapping. "Chiri..." She whispered huskily.
He focused on her, losing himself in the deep emerald of her eyes. In a trance, the monk watched as his miko pull her shirt up and over her head. Underneath, he looked perplexed at what appeared to be a chest harness. A soft giggle drew his attention as he noticed Miaka watching him. The monk blushed again, but desire controlled his actions as he reached out to cup one clothed breast, stroking a thumb over her peaked nipple. She gasped at the tingle of electricity that lanced through her and she pressed against him.
A tug on the bra caused another giggle to come from her, causing her breasts to bounce lightly. Chichiri glared at the contraption as he tugged on it from several different areas in all different directions. Delicate hands gripped his, leading them behind her to where Miaka guided his hands to the clasp in back. "It hooks from the back." She explained.
"Ah." It took him several minutes, but the monk finally got the thing off her, tossing it in the general direction their shirts had gone. His gaze swept over her, finally able to see her body. "You're beautiful." He whispered reverently.
Red tinged her cheeks and she looked down for a moment. "Arigatou."
Chichiri smiled, amazed at how endearing and sexy she looked. He pulled her close once more, guiding her to the floor as he bit lightly into the junction between her neck and shoulder. He gripped her wrists in one hand above her head as he slid lower, burying his face between her breasts and placing a kiss in the valley there. He breathed her in, the scent of jasmine and cherry blossoms invading his senses.
The miko watched him, eyes lidded with lust, love, and desire. Her breath came unevenly as her pulse raced. He gave her a lazy smirk before latching his lips around one nipple, suckling heavily on her. She cried out, arching her back and pressing herself against him. His one hand kept her wrists firmly pinned above her and he let his lower body rest on hers. His erection pressed against her and she lifted her hips to rub against him. He groaned again and his hold on her loosened, allowing her to free her hands to wander again. The seishi never even noticed as she rid herself of her shorts, losing himself in the feel of her velvety skin. He caressed the flat expanse of her belly, sucking hotly on her collarbone. A rough tug on his pants drew his attention downward where Miaka was busy untying the drawstring to them. Mahogany eyes darkened as he looked at her fully nude figure, feeling himself harden even more at the sight. Knuckles brushed against his length and he almost screamed in pleasure. So this is what its like. He thought absently.
She pushed the dark green material past his hips, pulling them off him. Fingers stroked him lightly, causing the monk to tremble in need and cry out her name. Heat was pouring off him in waves and she continued to explore him to her leisure. He pulled away from her hand and she looked up at him, seeing the internal struggle to control himself in her eyes. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back down to her. He braced himself above her, positioned at her entrance. Emerald met mahogany in an endless moment before he thrust forward, burying his length to the hilt inside her slick folds.
Her fingers gripped tightly onto his shoulders as they finally merged together. The monk paused, bracing all his weight on one arm as he reached up to cup her face, brushing a strand of hair back. No words were necessary as he kissed the woman he loved, starting to thrust in and out of her at a slow pace.
Her heels dug into his back as she urged him to move faster. The sensations in her body coming together, intensifying. His name fell from her lips with every movement, the beat of her heart drowning out the sound before she could even hear herself. The monk shifted slightly, hitting a spot deep inside her, causing lights to flare in her vision as she screamed out her release, inner muscles spasming wildly.
The seishi thrust once more before joining her as he reached his own climax, his seed shooting into her. The monk collapsed on top of the miko, rolling slightly to the side so as not to crush her. She snuggled close up to him, laying her head upon his shoulder.
"I love you, koi." She whispered sleepily, a smile of pure happiness forming on her lips.
"Wo ai ni, Miaka." He answered her, caressing her hair before the two slipped into a dreamless sleep together, their souls and hearts eternally bound.
Tsuzaru looked at the tent, a content smile resting upon his face. "Treat her well monk." He whispered, looking up sorrowfully to the stars, thoughts of his own lost love chasing their way into his mind.
A.N
twitch twitch Don't flame me!!! It was my first non-roleplay lemon!! Hides under a table Please be nice to me! PLEASE!
Anywho, I know it was short, and it took me a long time to update for such a short chapter, but to be honest I have been utterly and completely nervous about writing this cause I know I'm no good at this kinda stuff unless its in a roleplay and oh god I am so embarrassed right now and I pray you all don't think I'm too much of a hentai now even though I am and I just realized how much I'm rambling on and on but I'm just so damn nervous so I beg you please don't flame me on the horribleness of my writing in this chapter and how short it is and I promist you all as I get practice at writing this stuff it will get better! Takes a breath finally
Chichiri: Pats her on the back
Lena: Thank you Chichiri.
Chichiri: No problem, no da. So...guess yet?
Lena: No. Tell me already. I give up.
Miaka: Chuckles and blushes before spotting Lena's personal buffet table Food.
Chichiri: smirks again I'm better than Tamahome.
Lena: I knew that already. Who isn't better than that asshole. Vehemently hates the bastard that's always making Miaka cry in the series
Tamahome: glares Why must you be so mean to me?
Chichiri: Death glare on Obake-chan Baki Kochi Na Hoobaku.
Tamahome: Aw shit! First the bandit, then the author, now the monk! Teme!
Chichiri: KAI HA!!! Chi blasts Tamahome That was fun, no da. No wonder Tasuki-kun enjoys burning him so much.
Lena: Hai. Anywho....see you at the next chapter. And you! Grabs Chichiri I wanna see if yer better'n Tasuki. Drags him to her room
Chichiri: O.o!
Tasuki: O.o! Don' drag me inta this!
Miaka: still eating