Of Your Heart- Mikage x Jack
Chapter 3.1
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After driving her back to her place, he was so overwhelmed with excitement that he almost shut that flaps of his clothing in the car door. And as he had leaned down to lift Mikage out of the passenger seat, he hit his head. Quite bluntly. But he didn't let that stop him!
Inside the apartment, Mikage gave Jack an ice pack to put on his forehead while she teased him about slipping into something more fitting for the mood. Although their date was very unorthodox and could easily be considered a disaster, she found great humor in it and fell in love with her brazen boyfriend all over again. As Mikage took a quick shower, Jack impatiently waited for her. He sat in the living room in a wooden armchair, rocking back and forth in his seat while rubbing his hands together. The ice pack had been thoroughly forgotten, strewn atop a nearby table in a lackadaisical fashion. His discard of it wasn't to be disrespectful towards her care for him and his well-being; Jack just couldn't contain his excitement. In his solitude, his mind became invaded with typical, and frivolous, metrosexual male thoughts. How did his hair look? Should he do a breath check? Immediately completing that inquiry, he lifted a palm before his mouth and exhaled into it. His nose twitched as it took two sniffs. It wasn't a minty smell, but it would be okay right? No, it wouldn't! Mikage deserved the best!
Without allowing a beat to pass, Jack pushed himself to his feet and nearly tripped over them while he scrambled over to the small kitchen counter. Tea; he needed to make some tea! Mikage drank that mint raspberry flavor, didn't she? Or something like that? He knew she only kept mints at the office so that would have to do. But wait! How did she make him his tea? Without thinking, he grabbed the pot of hot water and splashed some into a tall glass. He only needed a little of it. Next were the tea leaves. Where did she keep those? His hands breezed over the cabinets, opening and closing them with a force that could contend with mother nature to search for the tea. He happened upon two boxes. Not caring which was which, he snatched one bag from both of them and furiously dipped them into the hot water. Then he gulped it all down, burning his tongue in the process, and swore through clenched teeth. Afterward, he held his hand close to his nose and repeated his breath-checking process. It was much better than what it was before, but the flavors he mixed were not the best he had ever tasted. But if it pleased Mikage, he couldn't care less. He then cleaned up the area, and went back to sit down. Idly, one leg began to bounce while he continued to wait.
Another binding thought claimed his wandering mind. When was the last time he had washed his hands that night? Before the wonder was even concluded, he got up yet again and turned the sink on full blast. He actually made more of a mess this time than before. Another chorus of curses scampered into the air while he briskly cleaned it. After drying his hands on a dish towel, he stormed back over to the chair and plopped down with his arms and legs spread unceremoniously wide.
Before long, the moment he had been craving for announced itself. In a warm voice coated in sweet allure, she called to him from her room. He practically leapt 4 feet into the air before dashing to the bedroom door. His racing eyes located her in the middle of the bed, laying with her back against the pillows, legs crossed and wearing nothing but a smile. Oh, and those earrings too. If she were wearing anything else that was closer to a skin tone, he certainly didn't notice. In fact, he had no idea when he climbed onto the bed nor how he had shed his clothes so fast. Nothing else mattered when she laced her arms around his neck and brought him down with her.
His mouth sweetly embraced her; its light design was to entice a sound from her, while being delicate enough considered playful. His lips withdrew from hers and descended to the contour of her chin. Leaving a few kisses there, Jack continued lower still, decorating the creamy skin of her neck with moist caresses. Mikage's breath hitched before being released into an airy melody. Instinctively, her fingertips glided over Jack's shoulders to both egg him on as well as brace herself for all he had.
In-betwixt his kisses, Jack glanced to her. He felt his face color at the gorgeous visage before him. Her eyes were elegantly closed and her mouth was formed in an inaudible vowel. She wanted him and it was the most remarkable sincerities he had ever witnessed. He couldn't stop now! Partially hiding his blush, Jack dipped his head to her abdomen. Large, long fingers tapered about the curve of her bosom and teased a nipple between them. A very cute gasp cut from Mikage and she turned her head to the side out of embarrassment.
A mischievous look highlighted Jack's eyes as he beheld her. He felt as if he would do, and had to do, anything and everything to eke more delectable sounds such as that from her. Stealthily, one hand slithered down her hip and nestled between her tightly closed thighs.
"Mikage..." he whispered, the desperation evident in his voice. She made a sound of acknowledgment, but didn't look at him. "Mikage..." he reiterated in a much huskier tone that painted her face rose and caused her to open one meek eye at him. No words passed between them in this moment. Gold peered into violet and love was overflowing. Trusting him completely, Mikage slowly granted him access and moved her legs to either side of him. His eyes darted immediately to her womanhood and she bashfully brought a curved finger to her mouth, possibly unaware of how sensual it looked. "Jack...please...don't stare..."
He couldn't help it. He was drawn to it. Unconsciously, he licked his lips and lowered his head. Mikage's body gave a quick jolt and she cried out from the feel of his tongue and nose petting her folds in the most devilish of ways. Then soon, his mouth was aided with a finger; then another until all that filled the room was the music of her moans and his moist ministrations. After he had readied her, his slicked hand began to shake as he withdrew it from her. This was it. He was going to give her his very best!
"I'm going in, Mikage," Jack uttered, failing at keeping his jittery voice level. The wild blush spreading over his face made him look like a young boy rather than a man in his near 30's. Finding his expression vastly tantalizing, Mikage giggled toyingly and tossed him a baiting look, "Go ahead. I'm ready, Jack."
He gave a short nod, then proceeded to gently push himself within her. A gossamer gasp feathered into the air and from that, Jack's focus narrowed on one thing. Give her everything. Soon, the bed shook; the windows fogged and Jack's ragged pants consumed the room. After about 5 minutes of straining, growling, cursing and thrusting his hips as solidly as he could, he revealed his contracted eyes to examine the woman under him. Had he hurt her? Was she enjoying it?
The answer to that silly question was starkly clear when he witnessed her body dappled with sweat, her mouth narrowly parted...and her eyes pinned the ceiling, bemused. Mikage was bored, to say the least and that was putting it nicely. Jack froze completely, simply staring down at his woman in utter disbelief. Was he really that bad? How was she sweating then? That was when he realized he was drenched with the dewy substance. It wasn't surprising to figure out that it merely just showered over her. Slowly, his mouth dropped open, but not a sound could emerge. In his mind, his rage was loudly imminent; his thoughts spun with circles of inquisitive swears. This could not be happening. This was not happening! The great Jack Atlas could never fail in anything! He was great at dueling so it only made sense for him to be just as magnificent in bed as well-at least, he was the only one who saw it that convoluted way. He was just imagining things! That was all! Deciding that to be truth, Jack shut his eyes and continued. A light airy sound drifted from Mikage and caused Jack to smirk. Yeah, he wasn't doing bad at all. It was all in his head. She was loving it.
A series of short breaths drifted from her in tune with ever other thrust. But they weren't breaths of enjoyment like Jack thought they were. On the last airy sound, Mikage finally yawned. She cupped a hand over her mouth, but all that did was make it sound like a moan. She felt terrible. Here her lover was, doing all that he could to please her, but was ultimately lacking in the experience department. She wanted to be honest with him, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings either. What could she do?
"Jack, what are you doing?" she wanted to ask, but thankfully held her tongue and shamefully closed her eyes.
The last time she privileged another man to touch her, he made her voice rise and her responsive body sing. Briefly, she pictured him. One with spiked tresses of ebony, gravitating blue eyes and a gentle smile that defined profound volumes had introduced her to an euphoric relationship. They really had cared for each other, but they had parted on mutual terms. They knew that a long distance relationship between them just wouldn't work. But she was comparing the two of them and that wasn't fair to Jack. Even so, she loved her boyfriend, but that did not excuse his lousy performance. And because she loved him, she had to tell him the truth.
Gingerly, she pressed her palms to his shoulders as a signal for him to look at her. As he did through squinted eyes, her blurred form began to sit up, "Please, Jack, could you... could you stop... for a minute?"
"Did I hurt you, Mikage?" His voice was seeped in genuine concern for his woman and he ceased his movements to study hers.
"No..." she shook her head, "Um... you ..you missed..."
"I what?"
Embarrassed, she lowered her head, too abashed to look at him while she pointed down between them. He had been missing his "target" for the last 5 minutes...and NOW she decided to say something? "How did that happen?" he scowled out-loud to himself, "I could have sworn I put it in!"
He had, but it slipped out... She wanted to inform him, but she also had silently wished for him to become aware of it himself. But, she could see he needed some help, "It's all right. Let me do it, Jack."
"That's my job. You should just be enjoying it!"
"But I'm not," she held her tongue again and countered his assumption with gentleness, "It's okay. Let's do this slowly, okay? I know what I'm doing."
"And how would you know that?" Was there someone else before him?
"... Just follow my lead, all right? Trust me, sweetheart," she cooed, placing a soft hand to his cheek. The thought of pulling away and leaving the room nipped at him, but there was a tug in her eyes that he just couldn't escape from. So, he remained with her. His lips brushed over her forehead and he maturely agreed with minimal complaint lurking in his tone, "Fine then. We'll do it your way. Whatever makes you feel best."
She smiled warmly and kissed his chin, "Being with you already does that for me, Jack."
And she was right.
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Early the next morning, Yüsei's doorbell rang several times. Wondering who it could be at such an hour, he pulled himself out of bed and padded down to the entryway. "Who is it?"
There was no immediate answer at first, then a familiar voice announced itself in an eerily controlled tone. It was much too calm, especially in respect to the I individual who owned it, "It's Jack. Open up."
Yawning, Yüsei unlocked the door and swung it ajar, "Jack, what are you doing here so earl-"
Unfortunately, he was unable to finish that sentence from seeing Jack throw a fierce punch his way. Yüsei saw it just in time to block it...
...with his face.
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"Mikage...! We need to talk!" Aki demanded matter-of-factly over the phone. The exhausted woman still lay in her bed, arms spread, hair disheveled with the sheets fitted around her voluptuous frame. It took her a few moments to collect the happenings of her surroundings. She must have had her mobile phone set to automatic speakerphone pick up whenever her closest friends and Jack called her.
"Aki..." she drowsily slurred, not bothering to open her eyes, "...is that you?"
An annoyed grouse expelled from the other line, indicating the brown eyed woman had rolled her eyes or a gesture of the like, "No, it's your fairy godmother. I called to cast a spell on you. YES OF COURSE it's me!"
"Oh.." Mikage yawned, shifting around under the covers a bit before finally sitting up. Last night truly took a toll on her. She had expected too much from Jack and she was guilty for that. But working together, made their evening truly something special and magnificent. She fell asleep soon after she felt Jack lovingly kiss her goodnight. Speaking of him, where was he?
" 'Oh'? What do you mean 'Oh'? We've got a problem!" Aki continued, not appreciating being ignored whether it be indirect or otherwise.
"I'm sorry... What's wrong, Aki?"
"Weelllll...I got a call from Crow who stopped by to visit Yüsei not too long ago saying that he and Jack are beating the tar out of each other." From the way she delivered the news, it could be identified that the ordeal wasn't fatal in the least and the two men were just knocking the other around and bickering.
"Again?" Mikage yawned again, rubbing her eyes, "But... didn't they fight a lot growing up...? Boys will still be boys, right..."
"Crow said that the reason they were fighting was because of YOU."
"What? Me? W-why..." she trailed off with a gasp. The realization hit her hard and her eyes shrank. She knew she had mentioned to Jack in the beginning stages their relationship that she and Yüsei had gotten together at one point while he was still deep into his racing. Yet, she didn't expect him to put two and two together many months later and act like that! Although, at the same time she should have known better! The effectiveness of his libido was threatened in his eyes!
Catching the silence, Aki sighed, "Mikage... Do you know anything about it?"
Mikage spoke not a word initially. Her lips began to part wanting to form a sound, but an imaginary lump became wedged in her throat. Jack must have gone over there and started a jealous ruckus just because she and Yüsei were once an...intimate couple. She couldn't blame him for getting so angry, but what could she do to stop them? Actually, there was plenty she could do, however getting involved in a spat between those two was foolish. It was best to let them sort it out on their own. Well, she may as well get out of bed now. In the next half hour or so, she planned on getting a visit by Jack to tend to his cuts and bruises. She may have cared strongly for Yüsei, but her heart longed for that blonde hot-head she was wholly in love with. The two of them were a perfect match.
Finally, she gave her friend an answer, "I...um...I'm sorry, Aki but I have no idea what that could mean! But listen, it's getting late, so I'll speak with you later, okay? Have Crow call me when Jack storms out."
CLICK!
THE END
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lol Finally... had the idea of writing Jack sucking in bed for ages and in this I decided to let it run rampant.
Oh, and the part where Jack places his hand on Mikage's at the movie and she gets tears in her eyes instantly is a nod to the olllld PC game True Love where when the main character goes on a date with his best friend, he figured that at the very least he should hold her hand or something and freaks out when his friend begins to cry. She tells him that he held her hand at the most lovey-est, dovey-est moment of the movie and that made her cry. Great game.
Harpie's Valentine's Day
-Mel