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Even the Storm Passes (Chapter V)
"Wha… it's not…" the blonde was flustered.
"You're in it. No use denying…" she slowly lifted her face and straddled him with her long, slender thighs as she sat on his waist. A naughty grin was imprinted on her pretty face.
"You want me, right?" she slowly nudged forward and then back, her bottom resting on his groin area, to tease him.
Kurapika swallowed hard as his face starts to sweat hard. it did not help that that part of him was growing stiffer by each minute.
"Stop… Neon-sama… I beg you…" he had a hard time saying as he felt his wits dissipating.
He knew he had to stop her lest they would do something that they'd regret.
"What were you… ohhh… saying?" she asked, pink eyes misted with desire as she let out a sensual moan.
"Don't do this, Neon-sama…" he bit his tongue to stifle a moan that almost came out.
Neon lowered her body to rest above him and her lips down to his in a turbulent kiss. Kurapika clenched his fists, trying with everything he can to fight his urge to claim her.
His lips failed him…when his master moaned in pleasure.
He opened his mouth to welcome her before delving his tongue inside her own to clash with hers. He rolled them over so he would be on top before pinning her wrists on either sides of her head. She began producing little sighs on her throat, adding more fuel to his already pulsating need.
His right hand crept to her back and gently supported her to sit up. Regrettably, he pulled away and rested blood-bathed orbs on her flushed face.
"Neon-sama…"
"Gomen ne… a-atashi wa…" she stammered for something to say.
"Forgive my rudeness, Neon-sama. I shouldn't have done that…" the blonde lad looked away.
"Iyaa… that's not what I mean, Kurapika, I…" Neon crawled towards him to show her utmost sincerity. She was at a loss of words when he, sensing that she will say something, turned to face her.
Flustered pinks locked gazes with now tranquil cobalt blue ones.
He was the first to give up on their staring contest. He looked away, stood up, and walked towards his previous chair where his clothes hung dormant.
She grew frightened. Not of him.
Without him.
That 's what she was afraid of. Has been since she had known him.
Too aghast that there would be too much uncertainty for her to bear.
Because…
"Don't…" the word just came out faintly from her quivering lips. Almost inaudible as it was, it still reached his keen ears, making him stop as he was about to pick his tribal wardrobe.
"Leave…" she continued and hardly managed to control the tears that threatened to spill down her rosy cheeks as a single one wove its way down.
He ceased to turn and look at her. He, too, was afraid. Of what?
Of what he will see.
But her reflection could still be seen on the window pane directly before him. The trail marked by her tear glistened as the faint light from the chandelier hanging on the ceiling struck it.
He stiffened.
She was trying her best not to cry. But he realized…
He was making her cry.
A/N: gets a random cardboard and starts to fanning it's hot here… anyway, this is another almost lemon part but…please r & r!