Wah! Update! Just so you know I started like a million things to go in this chapter, and nothing would bloody work for me (though I am working on what will eventualy become a songfic-chapter), so here is a set of mini drabbles full of fluff that I actually managed to do in a half-hour or so :D
Inspired by a lovely summer's day where I live.
Summer
It's warm and bright, so warm she doesn't wear more than a vest-top and a short skirt. She's meeting him so she forgoes any underwear. It'll only feed his perversions.
Wait…
Autumn
Leaves make a crisp crunchy sound when she steps on them, and she pats the scarf she knitted herself in her bag by her side and skips and crunches her way over to his room.
Winter
The bitter weather makes her want to seek warmth; it's a huge effort just to go outside.
But she knows he'll make it worth her while. He's the best at warming her up.
Spring
The days are finally getting brighter, and their favourite Sakura tree is in full bloom, and she lies on her back staring up at the pink, blossom-laden branches with a smile on her face.
Summer
He sees her approaching, and rolls over in the long grass. She gets even closer and he rolls again and looks up her skirt.
…
He couldn't say he was expecting that, but he won't go as far as to complain. It makes his intentions easier after all.
Autumn
She presents him with the scarf and he smirks/smiles, pulling her into a kiss and thanking her with his lips.
He tests the strength of the knit with his hands as he hugs her.
Winter
She comes in breathless from the cold, pink-tinged cheeks and rubbing her hands together vigorously. He covers them with his own and draws her towards the fire he built.
"Here," he coaxes, "take off your coat."
It won't be the only thing he'll tell her to take off.
Spring
He's been watching her, hidden from sight, for almost half an hour.
He waits until she's fallen asleep, facing the sky and petals dropping lightly on her face, before he jumps.
"Oi, Polka-dots." He says as he lands almost on top of her and she screams blue murder.
Summer
She rides him with her skirt bunched up around her waist and his hands pushed firmly up her top. She didn't wear a bra either, and now pays the price.
He groans softly and rolls back his head into the grass as he pushes up his waist. He loves it when she tops, and feels a warm breeze tickle his sweating forehead as she ripples above him like water.
Just like the blooming flowers and dandelion clocks he releases his seed, and feels the sun on his skin, breathing gently as she leans over to press a chaste kiss against his mouth.
Autumn
Her hands bound to the posts of his bed by the scarf, he fucks her hard and hisses her name as he comes. She moans and groans, but something tells him she'll be back for more.
It isn't more than fifteen minutes before he is woken from his post-coital stupor by the hot warm feeling of a mouth on a particular part of his anatomy. She's ready.
He's hard in no time and plunged back into her warmth before you can say 'gag', though that is what he does to her (because he just loves her when she's quiet).
Winter
The heat stings his back as he heaves his body over her, they are close, too close, and the fire is enough to burn. Even though it is cold enough outside to snow, and if they were to look out the window, they would see that it is already starting to.
But that, he realizes as her legs tighten around him and he can feel how close she is, is all just part of the thrill.
His eyes are watering because of the flames and one of those tears rubs against her cheek as she lurches her mouth up for a clumsy kiss full of stifled screams as her body reaches its climax.
Spring
"Natsume!" She screams simply out of shock, "what were you doing there?!"
He jumps her for a kiss, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knows where this is heading.
"I just wanted…" he says softly as he kisses her again on the cheek, and she thinks 'here it is' with a sigh of resignation over the fact that she thought she'd be able to go one day in the year without being fucked by her nymphomaniac of a boyfriend, when he says.
"To tell you, I love you." He presses another kiss against her forehead and turns his back on her and walks away. She is left open mouthed, and has to pinch herself to check she isn't dreaming.
He knows that she'll make it up to him later.
:D
Reviews are nice, and I'd love it if you all went and gave my sister-fic 'Arrythmia' a try as well (new chapter for that coming out in the near future, I swear.)