WARNING: This chapter, thanks to the beautiful reviews I have received, will contain SEXUAL CONTENT! Which means: lemony goodness.
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Anyways, yes, now, sillier note: I hope I don't make this too sexual. I was reading a few other fics that had lemons, and I've read others in different Anime categories, and they all vary!! So, I am confused, and hope that this chapter is not too sexual.

If it is, someone please let me know ASAP so I may edit it immediately before my story is removed. Thank you!

Have fun with this lemony goodness. (Note: this is the first lemon I've written in a LONG time, so if it's not that great, please forgive me.)

Chapter 17

Underneath Your Clothes

Their mouths were tender, gently melded together, shifting slightly to exhale soft sighs in arousal, their bodies moving closer, pressing against one another as the yearning grew with each breath, each heart beat, each kiss.

His hands ached to dig into her hair, to roughen the experience, to take and conquer, but his mind defeated the primal instincts, soothing him, calming him to the point where he was able to bear the soft gentleness, giving him patience and tenderness.

Her mind told her it was wrong, that she should not be doing this, but her body, her heart, told her otherwise, placing herself closer to him, needing to feel his heat radiate off against her body, to feel him touch her in loving passion, to be shown a world she had never seen before.

His tongue snaked forward, teasing at her lips, asking politely for entrance, tracing a small, wet trail along the full lips, his own forming a small grin against hers. Her body jerked slightly in response, her blood rushing to her nether regions, warmth and moisture pooling in her womb to create a needing heat that ached to be extinguished.

Her lips slowly complied, accepting him, permitting him entrance into her moist cavern, and they slowly began to play a game, teasing and touching, tender and gentle, their lips roughening just the slightest bit. She sighed softly, body relaxing further, hands moving to drape around his neck, drawing him closer to her, innocently telling him that she needed him to be closer, to touch her, to love her.

He groaned lowly at her bodily reaction, and his own hands were suddenly delved deeply into her hair, and he heard a chain of control snap. His touch roughened, lips crushing harder against hers, tongue conquering her mouth, hands tightening their grip of her wavy locks. He needed her, and he intended to show her just how much he did.

But before he could do that, he needed to affirm something …

A whimper escaped her lips; eyes fluttering open to look at him with a glazed, aroused look in her whiskey eyes, as his tender touch was removed from her body.

"Yamato."

His name was a whisper, a simple murmur, barely audible, breathed out of her plump, swollen lips, to tickle against his skin, causing gooseflesh to rise, and his lung capacity to decrease, making his breathing rapidly increase in pace.

At the sight of her pale face, so soft, heart-shaped, and innocently arousing, he found his hand pressed gently against her cheek, thumb rubbing the top of the cheekbone tenderly, as he watched those arousal-filled brown eyes gaze up at him.

"Mimi."

His voice had lowered a few octaves, growing deeper with need, gathering a sensual eroticism, an arousing baritone sound that caused her heart to skip several beats, before returning to its speedy pace.

"Mimi, is this what you really want?"

Confusion mixed with arousal, and her brow frowned slightly in reaction, lips curling from the sexy smirk into a slight scowl of thought and wonderment at the question he had posed.

"What are you talking about, Matt?"

He gently kissed the tip of her nose, smiling sweetly at her confusion.

"Do you want this? You and me, together," he leaned forward to tease her ear with his tongue, biting softly on the lobe, "making love."

Her lips opened, forming an 'O' of comprehension, before a sudden fierce determination filled her eyes. Before he had a second to even understand her reaction, his body jerked forward, lips finding hers in a rough kiss, and a groan escaped from the back of his throat her tongue delved forward in search for its playmate.

Passion surged through their veins, their need increasing as their touch roughened, her back hitting the wall hard as he lost another thread of control, the chains snapping loudly in the back of his head. But he could barely hear them through the sound of his blood pounding in his veins, rushing through his body in arousal and excitement, surging to the more important organs needed for the actions he was about to perform.

His voice was breathy, and barely heard between the passionate kisses exchanged between them. "I take … that as … a … Oh, Kami … yes."

She nodded against him, and whatever shyness, any form of her conscience and modesty she had once felt now vanished in a thin smoke, leaving behind a hot, fiery trail of need and passion. She was barely aware of her surroundings; the only thing she knew was that at the moment, she needed him, and, as her hand grasped his wrist, she tugged him towards the nearest room, slamming the door shut before pressing him against the aforementioned object, devouring him with her mouth and hands.

They were dimly aware of their surroundings, just barely knowledgeable of the fact that the bed was nearby, and that the room they were in was definitely one of a male's, meaning that it could only belong to Matt.

Reversing their positions, he regained his dominating control over her, his hands grasping onto her hips, trailing roughly against her sides to cup the full weight of her breasts. His lips curled into a grin as her body arched into his touch, a gasp escaping her lips as his touching sent rippling waves of excitement and pleasure throughout her body.

In reaction, his grip tightened, mouth bruising hers as he teased her sensitive breasts through the thin, cotton pyjama top she wore. He knew she had reached nearly full arousal when twin peaks strained against the material, and her body jerked almost violently when he teased them.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

His breath was whispered against her ear, sensual, inviting, causing her skin to become riddles with gooseflesh, and a gasp of pleasure was released from her swollen lips.

The said body part curled up, forming a devilish smirk that caused his pants to tighten nearly to the point where he was in pain. Her hands trailed across his shoulders, mouth wandering to place butterfly kisses up the side of his throat, earning a grunt of need for her ministrations. Her teeth dug slightly into his earlobe, and her tongue flicked it back and forth in her mouth.

"I want you to make love to me."

The words nearly shocked him off of his feet, and his heart jumped several times in reaction, blood coursing faster through his body, excitement and sheer happiness causing his current bodily and mental state to increase.

Without thinking, he grasped hold of her body and held her close to him, hugging her tightly, burrowing his face in her hair, revelling in the scent of her, the sweet tang of cinnamon mixed with honey and the faint trace of melon from her body wash.

She froze at first, confused by his reaction, unsure of what to do, how to react, and, simply, just why he did what he did. But, she knew one thing, that she felt safe and warm, protected and loved, right there, in his arms. So she returned the embrace, twining her arms around his lean body, nuzzling her face against his throat a jaw, murmuring a soft sound of appreciation for the kind gesture.

He glanced down at her, trying to reaffirm her earlier statement while their arousal was not the only things in their minds. He didn't want her to be simply acting like such because she was aroused, and not because she actually felt for him and would not regret it.

"Mimi, are you really sure you want to do this? If you say yes, I plan on going all the way, I won't stop unless you tell me to, so I want to make sure that won't be regretting this." He kissed her cheek. "Please tell me you won't regret this night."

She smiled tenderly at him, eyes aglow in the dim light with kindness and sincerity, honesty and pure, unedited love. "I will never regret this night; I will treasure it."

Happiness surged through is body, and he pressed his lips against hers, his hands sliding along her sides, slowly finding their way to the hem of her shirt. Her noisy reactions were just what he wanted to hear, the throaty sounds of encouragement, the whimpers of delight, and the quiet, little moans of pleasure.

Butterfly kisses trailed across her neck, as his fingertips made their way up the smooth planes of her stomach, lifting the shirt as he followed his course North, and she arched back, lifting her arms up to aid him in removing the horrendous clothing that covered her creamy breasts.

His lips teased the curve of one while his hands moved to unsnap her bra, freeing them from the evil object's hold, allowing them to escape and be exposed in their full, glorious beauty. His groan of approval was followed by the movement of his hands, which slid over the mounds, caressing them, teasing them, and playing with their peaks until they were rosy and hard with pleasure.

Her head hit the door hard as moisture covered the peaks, his tongue teasing and arousing, pressing hard, followed by the slight pressure of his teeth. Her hands made their way to his hair, pushing his mouth hard against her body, urging him to roughen his touch, to take more and give more, to show her just how much he loved them.

"Oh, Matt, that's amazing," she breathed, eyes shutting with pleasure, body arching into his touch, shifting with pleasure.

He grinned against her creamy skin, and his mouth made a moist trail leading down the ties of her pyjama pants, tugging at the strings.

"Do you want to know where a girl needs it most?"

He paused in his actions of attempting to untie the crude, extremely tight knot and glanced up at her. "What are you talking about?"

Her lips curved into a grin. "Don't you remember what I told you my first day here? When I said that I got laser treatment, and you asked me where I got it?"

Remembrance dawned on his face, and he nodded. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with … Oh."

She giggled in response, before moving her hands to the strings, slowly untying them, before leading the pants pool around her feet. He groaned in response at the sight of her expose, long creamy legs, and the vision at the juncture of her thighs, which was a simple, lacy triangle of black covering her most innocent, more treasured part of her body.

"As you can see, my legs have been had the treatment, and my underarms, but those aren't very sexy, so I won't show them to you." Her hands trailed to snap the thin strings keeping the underwear to her body. "But there's one more major place you have yet to see."

At the hint, he let out a primal growl, before tugging at the panties, surging them down to expose her smooth, pale mound, groaning in appreciation as he nuzzle her pelvis, kissing along the lines created by her hipbones.

"I guess you like it," she gasped, moving her hips in reaction to his embrace, before letting out a low cry of pleasure as hand cupped her moist heat, slowly sliding a finger into her body.

Only using his hands, he teased and taunted, sliding and pressing, urging her to grow closer and closer to the peak, giving occasional kisses to the insides of her thighs, pressing his lips gently against the pale flesh. He slowly eased and stretched her, and pressed in deeper, until he paused, and jerking back.

"What the hell?"

She whimpered, undulating her hips, motioning for him to continue his ministrations, but opened one eye at his exclamation.

"What's the matter?"

He looked at her with wide, shocked eyes, and a slightly agape mouth. "You … you're a … virgin?"

A brilliant blush crept up her cheeks, and she looked down, tugging at her hair in embarrassment and shyness because she had no shirt to play with. Her voice was soft, quiet in reaction, low like her gaze. "Yes."

He simply stayed there, on his knees before her, watching her with confusion and shock in his eyes. Uncomfortable, she sighed heavily, looking down at the carpeted floor, feeling inadequate and useless next to him, wondering just whether or not he would want to be with her after making such a revelation.

"Look, if you don't want to be with me anymore … I can understand. It's all right, really." She moved, beginning to gather her clothes, fighting the urge to cry as all her dreams, her visions came crashing down because of one pathetic label. Her heart slowly fissured, cracking into tiny pieces as he just sat there, gaping at her in pure shock, while she began to pick up her clothes, gathering them into her arms.

"What are you doing?"

Glancing at him briefly, she didn't even bother to question why he pose such a thing, knowing fully well that he was simply trying to act kind in the scenario.

"I'm leaving. It's pretty obvious that you don't want me now."

He lunged to his feet, hands grasping hold of her wrists, ceasing her movements as he looked into her eyes with sincerity and confusion. "What the hell do you mean by that? Of course I want you!" His hand moved to touch her cheek, realizing that he must have said or done something to make her feel unwanted. "Mimi, I need you. I really do. What would make you think otherwise?"

Glancing at the carpeted floor, her eyes brimmed with tears, but they remained unshed as she spoke. "I said I was a virgin … and you … freaked. I thought that you didn't want to be with me. It seemed like it."

Both his hands cradled her face, cupping her cheeks gently as his thumbs stroked her flesh. "Mimi, why would I not want to be with you because you're a virgin? I'd feel honoured to be with you because of that. It means that you chose me, me, out of everyone else on earth, to be the one to take your virginity. I feel honoured, not disgusted or anything the opposite. Why would I?"

"Oh Matt. I do want you to do it. I want you to be the first person I'll ever make love with." She lunged forward, hugging him tightly, her clothes falling to the ground in a heap. "Oh Matt, I'm so sorry for ever thinking such a thing. I was so stupid."

He gently kissed her lips, smiling in response. "It's all right, really. If I were some emotionally distraught girl, I probably would've acted the same way."

Laughing, he dodged her attempt to hit him on the shoulder, before yanking her towards him, forcing her to lie in his lap as his lips found hers, teasing them open with his tongue, tasting the sweet flavour of wine with the faded, salty, buttery tang of popcorn.

Moaning against his lips, she shifted in his arms, positioning her body so that she straddled his hips, and her hands deftly made their way towards the hem of his shirt, tugging at it, yanking violently at the buttons as the kiss increased in passion and need. Her body ached, yearned to feel his flesh against hers, her breasts tingling, nearly vibrating from the sensations that trailed down her spine, all the way to her very nerve endings, causing her body to shudder each time a single fingertip of his touched her bared flesh.

Succeeded in removing the shirt, she threw it across the room, never breaking the kiss, and proceeded to tease his torso with her hands, scraping her nails down his back, while trailing sweet, wet butterfly kisses along his throat, moving down to his chest.

"Oh!"

She found herself lying on the edge of the bed, with his leg pressed between hers, the jeans creating a sensual friction against her moist heat. His mouth found her full breasts, delightfully teasing them into a ceaseless appearance of full arousal, as her hands constantly shifted from his hair, to his spine, and finally, to tugging viciously on his belt.

There was a brief pause, and suddenly, his pants joined his shirt, and she found herself staring up at him, Yamato Ishida, in his full, naked glory. She wondered briefly if it would hurt, mainly due to the size and girth of his … manliness. But those thoughts quickly faded away when his fingers found her centre, delving inside as though plundering for treasure.

Her body arched sharply, a loud cry escaping her lips as he slowly stretched her, adjusted her, preparing her for his next actions. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, fighting the urge to claw at his body, as well as fighting back the climax that was threatening to occur. She wanted her first climax with him to happen when he was buried deep inside of her, ready and aroused.

"Matt … condom." Her voice was tight with need, a throaty, seductive tone as her eyes squeezed shut from pleasure.

"Oh, shit, hold on."

There was a brief moment of loneliness, as he turned away from her, moving to his nightstand as he fumbled through the drawer, searching for the faithful helmet his worker was supposed to wear. As he searched valiantly, she shifted her position, lying back in the centre of his bed, head propped up slightly by a pillow, watching him as he continued his quest.

Upon its discovery, she sat forward, grinning delightfully, and stopped him as he went to apply it.

"Let me."

"But you've never …"

"I know how to read diagrams," she arched a brow at him, giggling softly, "and I did take Sex. Ed."

"Oh."

Taking the package from his hands, she removed the latex object, and glanced down at his member, before slowly sliding a hand over it, teasing it gently with her fingertips, wiping at the moisture gathering at its tip.

"That's not … oh wow … how you do it."

Giggling, she leaned forward, before tentatively tasting a few droplets of the moisture, before suckling on her new, favourite lollipop. Pulling away, she applied the condom slowly, teasing him with her fingertips as she covered him.

"I knew that."

At the sight of her mischievous smile, he lunged at her, pressing her back against the bed, kissing her furiously, passionate igniting violently in his body, urging him to capture and conquer. His mouth pillaged hers, taking, barely giving, as he positioned his body so that his groin met hers.

"Are you sure?" Blue eyes of anxiety, concern, and honesty stared down into her glazed, whiskey ones.

At her nod, he swallowed, before replying with, "It will hurt," and slowly, easing forward and inward.

It was a tight fit, but she felt no pain, only sheer pleasure as he slowly filled her, moving in until he reached the little barrier blocking entry from all other men. A small whimper of pain escaped her lips when he breached the wall with a quick movement and a quiet apology, and he paused once it was broken, waiting for her to properly adjust to his body, patient, as the pain slowly became pleasure.

Their pleasure increased tenfold with each slow, leisure movement, their bodies pressing against one another, sounds of delight and need slowly filling the air as the pace increased, growing faster, more urgent and needy.

Her nails dug into his back as she felt him move, hard and fast, deep within her, and the sensation of her sensitized breasts against his muscular chest created a sensual friction that made her cry with pleasure.

He revelled in the feeling of her legs twined around his hips, urging him in deeper and faster, clenching tightly around him each time he hit the right spot, or moved in the right way. The sensation of her nail along his flesh caused a guttural groan to leave his mouth, and he threw back his head, surging forward, faster, rougher, plundering her body with his not-so-little Viking.

She felt her body rise as her climax neared, every muscle tightening, her mind growing blank, feeling nothing but the sensation of him buried deep inside of her. She just needed a little more encouragement …

With a loud cry, his name leaving her lips in an exclamation of sheer, absolute pleasure, she arched into him as her body fell over the cliff, tumbling into the turbulent waters of her climax, causing everything but the sensation of pleasure to be forgotten and ignored.

At the feel of her body tightening around him, her name soon followed his, as he threw back his head in a primal growl, his body jerking slightly as he emptied himself, losing focus on all but the feel of her pulsating around him.

His head hit the pillow, as his torso fell forward, crushing hers as he collapsed, spent and exhausted, but content like a kitten with milk. He wanted to purr and nuzzle her neck, and figured that he would as least nuzzle in a few minutes, when he regained his strength.

Her hands slid from his sweaty back to fall at her sides, lying limply against the sheets, like the rest of her relaxed, pleased body. The experience had been beautiful, the image of them moving together as one imprinted in her mind, branded for all eternity, and she knew, right then and there, that she had made the right choice.

She was not going to regret anything.

Lifting his head, he withdrew from her body, discarding the used, latex object, before tugging the sheets over their bare forms. Glancing briefly towards the clock as she rolled over, laying her head against his chest, he smiled to himself in the moonlit bedroom. It was precisely 12:00am, December 25th.

"Merry Christmas."

Turning her head to look at the clock, she smiled in reaction, before jerking slightly under the sheets. "Oh crap, I left the TV on." Leaping out of bed, he gleefully watched her bottom as she sprinted towards the living room, gathering her snacks and stashing them away, turning off the unneeded electronics, before rushing back to the bedroom and leaping under the sheets.

"It's cold!"

Laughing, he pulled her closer to him, using his body heat to warm her up, placing butterfly kisses over her face. "Well, it is December, and you did just run through my apartment naked." Playfully, he pinched her bottom, consequently receiving a small, teasing punch from her in reaction. "I love your ass."

Rolling her eyes, she closed them and nuzzled closer. "Sure you do."

Kissing her cheek, he watched as she slowly fell into a quiet, undisturbed sleep. In the silence of the bedroom, watching the snow fall outside the apartment, he smiled to himself, lying back on the bed.

"I love it almost as much as I love you."

So? So? How was it? I had to sort of shorten the main event of the lemon (le sex scene) simply because, well, how do I write a proper sex scene without making reference to stuff, or making it seem dirtier than R?

I tried to not use words like 'nipples' and so forth, and kept the language as clean as I could. I still love how I called Matt's penis a Viking. Haha. It was totally random of me, but I'm definitely keeping it.

Anyways, please, if someone seems too explicit for this site, PLEASE tell me which part it is, so that I may correct it ASAP. Thanks.

Again: No update until I've gotten at least 3 reviews. Thanks.

Ciao.