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Aright, you guys know the drill by now - this isn't a continuation of either of the two former chapters.

This preview piece is entitled The Beginning. It's a HenryxAlice piece, and it's lemony-fresh.

Storywise, Henry is visiting Alice at Dolphin's house when a storm kicks up, and she insists he and Terriermon stay the night. And it all goes downhill from there.

Note: BlackLabramon = Dobermon's Rookie form. More in A/N below.

Team Hydro Preview - Tamers #3

The Beginning

Henry's eyes flashed open when he heard the bedroom door slide open. He'd always been a light sleeper. The slightest noise would wake him, and even Terriermon couldn't sneak up on him in his sleep; the Digimon had tried several times in the past, in the spirit of play, and failed miserably on every attempt.

But this was different; there was someone watching him from the doorway, he could feel their eyes scanning across him carefully, and the door closed as suddenly as it had opened. Whoever they were, they were in the room now, lurking between him and the door. Terriermon remained strangely silent, which began to worry him.

As they approached he turned on his right side, as if to seem disturbed in his dreams, and closed his eyes, before slowly reaching under his pillow for his D-Ark Digivice and the 'Digivolution' Modify card he always kept with him. Gargomon and his mini-guns might not make too much of a mess of Dolphin's spare room, not if they weren't fired, but they'd also make pretty damn good mêlée weapons.

Plus there was Gargomon's massive size to consider; no thief in his right mind would stay in the same house as a giant, talking rabbit with miniguns for hands and a penchant for giggling manically, usually when it was least appropriate to do so.

But his fears of an intruder were unfounded; it was Alice. He recognised the way she was breathing, and her partner, BlackLabramon, would have gone berserk if it were a burglar, not to mention Terriermon would've woken him – and the rest of the house - had it been someone he didn't know or recognise. That alone should have clued him in.

All the same, he still pretended to be asleep. His hand left the Digivice, but he did not move otherwise. Why the girl had come to his room in the small hours of the morning he couldn't fathom. It was her house, but still…

"I know you're awake," she said, speaking so quietly that her voice was barely above a whisper. "I saw the light outside reflecting in your eyes. You don't have to pretend."

Henry heard BlackLabramon, Dobermon's Rookie form, padding quietly past the door; the surprisingly laid-back Virus-Type probably double-checking that his vulnerable Tamer was okay. Henry frowned as his own partner silently vacated the room, Terriermon making his sharp exit as if to prove the point he'd made earlier – perhaps Alice really did want more than friendship from him.

Suddenly, he was alone with the girl. Had his friend been right, and had he been too harsh with him for stating what had probably been the obvious? He would contemplate that, and probably apologise to the Digimon, in the morning. Right now, he had other things to worry about, like why Alice had come into his loaned room at… 2:37 in the morning.

Henry bit the bullet and returned to laying on his back, before sitting up to face his hostess, who was knelt near the left side of the futon. She was looking him in the eye now, something she hadn't been able to do earlier; whether out of nervousness or something else, he'd been unable to tell, and still couldn't.

There was something odd about the corner of her mouth, he noticed, but couldn't place exactly what it was. She wore a short, lacy nightdress - jet-black, naturally - complimented by a pair of dark, long and fingerless gloves, tied at the elbow with ribbons wide as shoelaces.

Even in her nightclothes, the pale girl had an unshakable obsession with the colour black – and he had to admit, it looked good on her.

The thin, thigh-length dress appeared almost too small for her; it clung to her lithe, sun-depraved form, concealing her neatly but leaving little to the imagination – very little. It occurred to him that she might be trying to seduce him. His cheeks reddened at the notion.

His blush must have been obvious, because that odd thing about the corner of her mouth suddenly wrinkled into a shy grin, and then vanished altogether.

"Do you know why I'm here, Henry?" She whispered, a quiver in her voice; be it nervousness, cold, or both. In response he shook his head.

"BlackLabramon told you earlier that I wanted to be a more active part of the Tamer team… and while he wasn't lying, he… he didn't tell you everything. I asked him not to." She broke eye contact with him, glanced at the floor, but only for a fleeting moment.

"He wasn't specific, and perhaps if he had been, I wouldn't have had the courage to come at all. It's not just the other Tamers, Henry… It's you. I… I like you, and that's why I asked you to stay; so that I could tell you and that perhaps you would tell me how you felt about that. I… I need to know."

Terriermon was right, he thought, and met her gaze before it dropped again. …and I think I might just like her, too. What… what do I do? Still staring at the floor, Alice spoke again; she really was whispering now, so quietly that he almost didn't hear what she said. "Please, Henry… not knowing what you think of me is driving me crazy. I need to--"

Her words caught in her throat as Henry reached out and, ever-so-gently, placed his hand over hers. She was shaking, no doubt fearing the worst; that she had made a fool of herself for nothing. Her fears evaporated when he took her hand fully in both of his, and smiled at her.

That smile, the simple gesture of taking her hand, was all the assurance she needed; he understood, and her affection was reciprocated. Then he softly tugged her toward him, and wrapped his arms around her.

For the first time, the two of them kissed, and he released her long enough to pull back the bedclothes before they lay down together and drew close again.

Terriermon, you're incorrigible, he thought, as he lightly kissed at her neck, and realised he'd struck a nerve when she gasped. More light kisses followed, and she moaned quietly as she guided his hands down her body to her waist.

He pulled her closer, and felt the peaks of her breasts brush against him through the fabric of her dress as she pressed herself harder against him. He noticed, as her hips came to rest firmly against his, that there was a warm dampness emanating from between her legs and he came to realise that, without a shadow of a doubt, he had aroused her somehow.

Was it the kisses, perhaps? Had he, perhaps, found one of Takato's fabled 'sweet spots'? Takato had talked quietly about those with him a few weeks ago, and often talked to him about his relationship with Jeri in confidence.

Takato had claimed to have found a number of spots on the girl's body that, when kissed or caressed, made her cry out. She'd stayed over one night, and things had gotten nothing short of messy after that.

Apparently, it had also gotten loud, or rather Jeri had, and Takato had been thankful that neither his parents nor Guilmon were at home that night.

Thank god Alice isn't as lively as Jeri can be… Henry thought; Dobermon would be through that door in seconds if she started screaming…

It dawned on him at that moment, the importance of his father's talking him into carrying contraception in his wallet, after his 16th birthday; if it could happen as quickly and unexpectedly as this, then it could happen anywhere and at any time.

But he couldn't stop now that he'd started, nervous though he was; she'd think something was wrong, or that he was having second thoughts, which he most certainly wasn't. He felt her hips push against him again, impatiently, and he slid a hand down to her thigh. The reaction was instant, another gasp, followed by another of those quiet moans that shook him inside.

The leg to which the thigh belonged lifted over his hip and hooked around his waist, locking them together, and then she took hold of the stray hand and guided it to where it was needed. She played it in her navel for a moment, before directing it further south again, and cupped it over her girlhood.

This touch, apparently, was like a pleasurable jolt of electricity; the light pressure she'd had him place upon her there had made her lock up, and that jerking movement had done it again.

Henry was intrigued, and began to softly massage the dampening flesh beneath his hand while he kissed at her neck again. Again he discovered the immediate effect; another moan, and her breathing quickened again and again as the palm of his hand stroked against a nub of what he guessed to be pure nerve; her breath caught in her throat when a finger slipped between the folds of skin and into a small, tight crevice.

Her hand shot down to his again and grasped it firmly, and manoeuvred a second finger to join the first, slowly forcing them into the soft, wet place to the second knuckle, before withdrawing them and pushing them back in again, going deeper and moving faster with each entry.

Henry caught on and soon he didn't need to be guided. Not long afterwards, Alice's body locked up again and shuddered violently, before a warm, thick and sticky something began seeping passed his fingers. Was that an orgasm? He wondered, shocked that he'd brought her off so quickly, or in fact, at all.

The expression of utter bliss on her face was enough to answer his question. But she soon recovered, and with a hungry look in her eyes, she came back with a vengeance. She wanted more, he realised, and her strong desire was starting to unnerve him a little.

Alice was suddenly looking him dead in the eye again, a sign he would later discover meant she was about to say or do something very much sincere, and whispered seven, simple words to him.

"Henry… I want you to take me." He almost choked, trying not to gasp. What she had just asked of him was not only completely unexpected, but it scared him clean out of his wits. What was worse, she seemed deadly-serious; there was a surety about the way she had said it, as if it was something she had spent hours thinking about, although it was so clearly a spur-of-the-moment decision.

His father's nagging flashed through his mind, and the importance of what his wallet held within hit him again. "But Alice… You're --"

"I know," She cut his apprehension short, firmly so. "But that doesn't change my mind. I want this. I want you."

Henry sighed, hoping he hadn't sounded as concerned as he really was; his fingertips were still tingling from the sensation of brushing against her inner barrier. "Alright… He mumbled. "Give me a few seconds. I've gotta get something…"

He carefully got out of the bed, and immediately his body began protesting at the loss of Alice's warmth. He tried to ignore it, and moved to the dresser upon which he had emptied his pockets before bed.

His wallet seemed to enclose an iron weight as he picked it up and opened it, and retrieved one of the two silver foil packages with a shaking hand, from a zippered pocket.

He took a moment more, wondering if he'd need both, but settled for just the one; if he should happen to need the other, he could always come back for it, though he doubted he would. But what if this one breaks? He thought, and reconsidered, before taking both back to the bed with him.

I hope we know what we're doing, here… Dolphin's gonna have my head if I hurt her… he thought as he pulled the sheets over them, and as he pulled her close again he found that she had removed her nightdress. The gloves, however, were still present – kinky. They were all she was wearing now.

She turned away, her back towards him; maybe she's ashamed to show herself to me, he thought for a moment, before she snuggled into him and wrapped him around her again. She seemed content to just have him hold her for a few minuets, and Henry could have sworn she'd fallen asleep in his arms, and then she decided it was time.

"I'm ready," she mumbled, and returned his hand to her navel again. He felt her stray hand settle on the waistband of his cotton boxer-shorts and awkwardly try to pull down on them. "You won't need those…" she muttered, and he could see her blush. He got the message, and drew them off, tossing them out of the futon and onto the clothes he'd taken off before he'd bunked down. If she's scared, then at least the feeling's mutual… he thought as he tore open the little foil sachet, and made use of its contents.

He was shaking as he put on the contraception, and this didn't escape Alice's attention. She turned to face him again, and as he looked up, she uttered a phrase that he never expected to hear from her.

"Relax, Henry. Mou-men-tai."

And then as she kissed him again, he felt her slide his length into her. She flinched for a half-second as he shattered her maidenhead, but made no sound to compliment whatever pain she might have felt. He held her closer, to comfort her all the same, and felt her fingers digging into his back as their intimate dance began.

And that, as they say, is a wrap.

More on Dobermon's Rookie Form:
For those who care to know, we chose to give Dobermon a rookie form here because, quite frankly, Dobermon is a Champion Level form, and is HUGE - not exactly the compact package of the average housepet. We figured it'd make sense that, while at home, he'd revert to Rookie Form like Guilmon and the other Tamed Digimon. We chose a Virus-Type variation of Labramon, Minami's partner from Battle of Adventurers, because we felt the following Digivolution Chart was plausable for Dobermon:

Paomon Xiamon BlackLabramon Dobermon Cerberumon Anubismon
(Fresh In-Training Rookie Champion Ultimate Mega)

BlackLabramon is a Virus-Type Digimon because Dobermon is a Virus-Type turned Vaccine-Type. Not all Virus-Type Digimon are bad eggs; if you'd care to recall, Guilmon is a Virus-Type.

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