Odd Meanings

Author's Notes: Ah yes, more plot bunnies. This is more… eh… explicit, I guess. No lemons. I'm just testing my wings. More Touma x Itsuwa. It's a little cheesy, possibly fluff and some other thing that I'm probably not too good at. Characters are older than they are in canon and takes place after the ending of the series wherever that may be. The whole thing isn't important. This is just a random scenario.

Wrote this when I was half tired and just lazing around completing my side projects. There might be some mistakes that I've overlooked, so just close one eye if you do spot any.

This is not a continuation of the previous story. That one is still in lala-land.

Written by Stormwolfex

"I'm home~" Touma called out as he entered his apartment wearily, exhausted after a day of school. After the whole incident with saving the world and defeating Aleister Crowley and whatnot, Touma had finally managed to resume his normal life… which consisted of him catching up of a years' worth of academic subjects and the need to get into a university. And, much to the despair and shock of every other female in his life, Touma had finally gotten into a relationship with the quiet but beautiful Itsuwa.

Not many people had expected that outcome. From what he had heard, Tsuchimikado Motoharu now owed Tatemiya a years worth of food supply and he couldn't help but actually feel that the sneaky ass had finally gotten his just desserts. The Archbishop Laura Stuart had been disappointed that it hadn't been Bardway or Kanzaki Kaori but she had stood solidly out of his path when he had 'awakened'. And gave him her blessings to boot.

He still didn't trust her.

Still, Kamijou Touma was thankful that this had not led to genocide of any sorts. Well, technically he could stop them but the whole thing had been messy and he had barely made it through the whole ordeal alive as it was. Frankly, he was too tired to put up anymore resistance when it came to –

"Welcome home!"

Fighting… women… oh… what… the…

Touma's jaw sagged and his eyes widened. "I-Itsuwa!" he exclaimed, covering his eyes in a flurry as he flushed red, "Wh-what are you wearing!" he demanded, averting his gaze from her delicious sexy body clad only in an apron. Oh yes, it was the nude apron tactic. But why on earth was she donning one out of nowhere!

"Ah…?" Itsuwa spun around and Touma had to struggle VERY hard not to stare at everything. Blood was rushing to his head but the other flow was not so… ok, fine, it was getting obvious. "You… don't like it?" she pouted in that soft-spoken and shy manner that he normally found very endearing but now found that it had just taken on a new meaning of sexy. Oh, fuck, if he didn't do something soon, he was going to die!

"It's not that I don't like it," he said hurriedly, trying to reach for a towel to cover her nudity and preferably his, um, lower half, "but why are you doing something like this randomly?" he almost wailed, his eyes finally giving up and hungrily taking in the revealing contours of her body like a starved man. Yup, Kamijou Touma had hormones and they were now smacking his common sense senseless and taking over. Oh, no, wait, he couldn't let that happen. He shook his head wildly, grabbed the towel next to the bathroom and rushed forward. "Such Misfortune… Such Misfortune…" he repeated, using it as though it were a mantra that could suppress his hormones.

In a move that surprised even the battle hardened youth, Itsuwa suddenly stepped forward and tackled him. Full body contact and all. They landed on a heap on the ground, with Itsuwa straddling him and the towel he had taken fluttering away from him as he found himself staring up at Itsuwa's mesmerizing eyes, her exceedingly hot body (in both sense of the word) pressed up against him in a way that made his head spin.

"It-su-wa…" he croaked, barely able to contain the hormones that were rapidly beating his better sense into submission. Actually, that would be testosterones, no? Oh no, he was beginning to lose it already! Think of something else, Touma! Numbers? 6? 9? Wait, no, no, not that kind of numbers! Argh!

"Touma-san, do you not find me attractive?" Itsuwa asked suddenly, her eyes shining with despair.

"Huh?" Touma blinked. Was she being serious? How were his lower half and his spinning head not finding her attractive!

"I've tried so many things, the maid cosplay…"

"That was very dangerous as it is!"

"The spirit one…"

"You mean that see-through thing? You might as well have not been wearing anything!" Touma was beginning to sound hysterical.

"The ero-angel by Tsuchimikado-san…"

"That was him! That bastard!" Touma raged, even though one part of him had approved rather heartily. Yes, Kanzaki Kaori had been devastating in it but the fact that she could snap him in half if he dared to voice it out was a huge deterrent. Itsuwa, on the other hand…

"Touma!" Itsuwa wailed and Touma froze as she buried her face in his chest, "I'm scared."

"?" Touma blinked again. "Why?" he asked softly.

Itsuwa raised her head, her face flushed. "There are so many women out there, Misaka Mikoto, Priestess-sama, Index-san… I'm scared that I might lose you," Itsuwa sniffed, "You chose someone as unworthy as me and I… I… can't tell if you really – mph!" Itsuwa was cut off as Touma suddenly reached up and grabbed her head, his lips coming up to capture hers in a heated kiss.

Ah…

Itsuwa's head spun with hazy pleasure as their lips met with barely restrained passion, her body slackening against him involuntarily as she moaned against his mouth, a strange warmth gathering in her body as she wiggled against him, feeling something hot and hard press up against her. The kiss deepened and Itsuwa lost all sense of time as his lips rubbed against hers, teasing her. Arousing her. Her lips slid opened and his tongue slipped in.

Probed and thrust.

Shy, she entwined her tongue with his, her hands coming up to press against his chest as she gave up control to him, her mind hazily noting that this was the first time she had been kissed by him like this. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Touma broke off the kiss, his onyx eyes hazy with barely contained lust. The both of them were panting, with Itsuwa's hazel eyes dazed with delight, lust and confusion.

"Does that," he managed to get out as his eyes fell on her rosy lips flushed from his kiss, "look like I'm not attracted to you?"

"Oh." Itsuwa's mouth opened in wonder, her eyes widening as she felt the hot, hard length of his manhood press up against her insistently. "Oh." She repeated, her face reddening even more as it dawned on her what it was.

"I'm more of a traditional guy," he said huskily, suddenly using his strength to press Itsuwa back and reverse their positions with a swift, lithe movement that drew a gasp from the lavender haired girl. Now she was the one on her back, her legs spread beside Touma's flank and Touma was pressing down on her intimately, a wicked grin on his face. Itsuwa felt a strange thrill run down her spine. She swallowed, a moan of pleasure escaping her as Touma moved his body slightly, his body pressing against the globes of her breasts roughly and torturing her sensitive skin. "No sex before marriage and all that. But you, Itsuwa…" he said as his eyes bore into hers, "have tested my control again and again." He lowered his head and she gave a jerk, a jolt of helpless delight travelling through her body as he tugged on the lobe of her ear seductively, "What am I to do with you?"

"B-but…" she got out, her body tesne with a strange heat, "you always told me to stop doing it and I thought you… weren't interested – OH!" Itsuwa cried out as Touma's tongue flicked out, licking at the throbbing pulse near the apex of her neck and drawing a strangled cry from the innocent magician's lips at the sudden rush of pleasure. "T-t-Touma…" she gasped, her eyes shutting as if trying to shut out the pleasure. Instead, it worsened. She could now feel every inch of his unbearably warm body pressed against her, the trail of Touma's tongue making her shiver and jerk in response.

"That's because I felt it was unfair if I demanded things of you, Itsuwa. Did you think I got together with you out of pity or something?" Touma whispered, his gaze turning slightly stormy as his arms trailed upwards to brush at the undersides of her armpits, before slowly inching up to tease her ribcage with a deft movement. Itsuwa's breath hitched, her eyes flinging open to stare at Touma pleadingly.

"N-no…" she admitted, "I just thought… Tatemiya said…" she trailed off, her face rosy with embarrassment.

"Hm?" Touma pressed, "What did he say?"

"Ah… I can't say – ah!" Itsuwa whimpered piteously as Touma's finger found the hardened nub of her nipple, flicking it teasingly as he stopped midway to trace a circle around the areola of her breast, refusing to touch the painfully stiff nub as she wriggled against him in protest. "Don't tease…" she begged, wanting more of the pleasure that he was wringing out of her body.

"Oh, but I can't do that~" Touma said in a singsong voice as he bent down again to whisper by her ear again, "What did Tatemiya say?" he rasped, the vibrations along her ear unbearably pleasurable as she arched against him, desperately needing more. Her mind was getting clouded and she could barely concentrate on resistance.

"He said that we should be as intimate as possible!" Itsuwa wailed, unable to take the torturous treatment of her body anymore, "That if you don't show interest it might mean you were just using me to escape from unwanted attentions! Tsuchimikado-san said so too!"

Touma stiffened. "What?" outrage welled up in him, "What kind of nonsense is that? Do you think that I, Kamijou Touma, would stoop that low?"

Itsuwa looked away in shame, "No, I… I was just afraid and I'm not as beautiful or pretty as so many of them and every time you pushed me away I just -" Itsuwa trailed off miserably, sure that his outrage was directed at her now.

Touma gave a short, curt laugh. "Ah… Kaimjuou Touma has been such a fool, hasn't he?" he sighed, pressing his forehead against hers gently, "Silly girl. When I push you away, it means that I'm nervous. Heck, did you actually see the way I was trying NOT to ravish you like a madman? I wanted you to have better. To have security. That's why I've been working so hard. Get into a good university, get a job and then, maybe… well." He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, "Get married with you, I guess. Have kids, a stable job. That kinda of thing. And I never had this kind of feeling till I met you."

"Oh." Itsuwa felt a bubble of happiness well up from deep within her heart as Touma began to look distinctly uncomfortable, "Oh." She repeated, a wide smile appearing on her face as he growled at her.

"What? I know it's kinda traditional and we're practically living together but -" Touma's babbling was cut off as Itsuwa pressed a finger against his lips gently, her eyes shining with joy.

"I understand," she said, looking rather ashamed of herself, "I should have thought about it more and maybe I was just rushing into things. I wanted you to be mine." She admitted boldly, even though her heart was pounding rapidly by this point, "Mine and mine alone."

"Oh." It was Touma's turn to be surprised at her possessiveness. "Oh." His face slowly broke into a smile as she blushed rosily, and he grinned boyishly in that charming manner that she had fell in love with when it was first directed at Orsola Aquinas. "I guess we were both doing our own things then, huh?" he got up, helping Itsuwa up with an outstretched hand.

Itsuwa felt a strange sense of disappointment. Was it over? She shivered, her body feeling very unfulfilled, throbbing with a strange need.

And then, suddenly, her back was against the wall with Touma's hand on both sides of her, trapping her against the wall as she gave a gasp of barely contained excitement. "So then," Touma rasped as he raised her chin with a hand, "how about we ah… try doing something together?" he said with a wicked grin.

Itsuwa grinned back, draping her arms around his neck and tightening her grip so he couldn't change his mind, "Oh?" she nipped at his chest boldly, her head giddy with happiness, "What was that about not before marriage?"

"Well," Touma whispered as he bent his head forward, "To hell with that. My illusions have just been broken and it's all thanks to you."

"I love you, Kamijou Touma," Itsuwa murmured as she raised her head to meet.

"I love you too, silly," Touma said before he finally sealed it with a kiss.

It wasn't a passionate kiss.

It wasn't a lustful kiss.

It was a warm, gentle kiss that conveyed all their love for each other.

It was perfect.

And soon, it turned into more.

A/N: Probably not a very good ending but I'm not going to say that this is meant to be a serious story. Just a way to test my wings on a more explicit scale. I guess. Hmm… Well, just let me how well I did.

I still welcome readers to send me their stories. They will be credited to you accordingly. And for those of you who are wondering, yes, I've actually written a lemon for them for this part. Am I going to post it? Maybe. Maybe not. I'm not too confident in my skills yet, so there.

Till next time folks,

Regards,

Stormwolfex