The Funeral of Hearts

Session Trois: Silent Jealousy


"…How much time…do we h-have?" the russet eyed brunette questioned in between pants and moans as she pressed up against his body.

"Shhhh…fifteen more minutes…keep it down……This is a…janitor's cl-closet…need I remind you." He said while removing her blouse and tossing it aside.

Their heavy breaths fogged up the small one-way mirror as they explored the deeper regions of each others bodies. He ran his tongue down her neck in slow motions that made her body tingle. His lips found their way back to hers as she squeezed her legs tighter around his waist. He ran his tongue over lips in a gesture of seeking entrance. Her lips parted and their tongues met at the crossroads to their destination. His tongues caressed her teeth as she occupied her hands with his thick luscious hair.

He pushed her up against the wall, not to support her weight completely. As he did so he pulled away and locked his eyes on her.

"What?" she asked anxious to resume their previous task.

"The gum, spit it out," he demanded.

When she didn't budge his glare intensified, "spit it out."

"Why don't you take it from me," she suggested.

"…That's gross," he muttered.

She pressed her lips against his as she forced his lips open. As he located his target, he was quick to take it into his own he bit down on her tongue as he retrieved his from the depths of her mouth. Spitting out the gum he then said, "Next time do as I say,"

"Yes sir," was her response. She took hold of his belt buckle, his hands quickly covered hers.

"Not here," he muttered as her hands made their way towards the hem of his boxers.

"Janitor's closet," he reminded her.

"I noticed," she said as she covered his neck with her lips. She pushed them both towards the wall behind them as she brought her hot lips to his. As his back neared the wall, his foot tripped over a bucket…It was after all a janitor's closet.

"You're crushing me!" she exclaimed when he neglected to move from his position.

"Really, I thought you'd be use to this position by now," he muttered as he lifted himself off of her.

"…Yamato…Matt!" she shouted when he didn't pay any mind.

"What?" he questioned at the call of his middle name.

"…Have you seen my blouse?" She asked as she searched around in the dark room.

"I'll tell you, if you tell me where my belt is," he proposed as he held the blouse behind his back.

"Here it is," she said as she removed it from around her neck.

"Oh, what do you know, here's your blouse," he said as they exchanged articles.

"…Well, at least now we know better than to use a janitor's closet…Meet me in the auditorium down stairs for lunch?" She asked as she buttoned her top.

"Sure," he said as he placed a kiss upon her lips. "And another thing, they aren't janitor's…They're masters of the custodial arts." He said before she discreetly made her way out of the room. He too then followed her role minutes after. …


"Mimi," a blonde called after her in the hallway. She turned around a slight frown appeared on her face.

"Hey, Michael," she said with a mere hug. He took hold of her hand and began to walk down the halls.

"I couldn't get a hold of you this morning," he stated as he turned to face her.

"Really, around what time?" she asked innocently. She whipped out her cell phone only to find thirty five missed calls; twenty five from Michael and another ten from various people.

"I've been calling your cell since about 9:30 last night," he responded.

"I must've fallen asleep, I really don't recall hearing a phone," she replied.

I can't stay too long…I'm supposed to be having dinner with Michael

"It's a shame; I had dinner reservations at Chez Paradis… French cuisine," He added managing a calm tone.

That's Michael's problem…I'm not cutting our session short because you have a date.

"I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you," she said giving him a hug.

"…Why do you smell like cologne?" he questioned pulling away from the hug.

"…What?" she asked, he had caught her off guard.

"Why do you smell like cologne?" he repeated himself.

"…uh, well…I just gave you a hug just now didn't I? It must've rubbed off," she attempted a recovery.

"Mimi dear, I'm not wearing Egoist." He said his tone still collected as he looked down at her.

"…Well you see the girl whose locker is next to mine…uh, she's a bit strange. She has a shrine to Gackt in her locker, she even wears a bottle of Egoist around her neck…It could've been her." She explained.

"Really, whoa these publics sure can be weird," he commented relief in his tone.

"You can that again," she remarked as a public student dressed in a black robes marched down the hall.

"Anyway, where or what did you have in mind for lunch today? There's this really great place for Mexican downtown." He said as he took her hand in his.

"Today?" Meet me in the auditorium… "Today, I'm going to have a lunch tutorial with my biology teacher sorry," she told him as she leaned up against the row of lockers.

"What about to tomorrow, where do you want to go then?" he proved persistent.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, no school," she pointed out.

"So what?" he asked backing her into the locker, "Can't I have a date with my girlfriend?" He questioned.

"…I guess so," she said looking away from his face.

"That's what I like to hear," he said leaning in for a kiss.

Before their lips could make contact any contact, she saw him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him walking hand in hand down the hall with another girl. She heard the girl giggle as her lips closed in on Michael's.

Grabbing hold of Michael's shoulders she pulled him closer to her body, shoving him up against the row of lockers. Grasping onto his brittle hair she deepened their kiss, not caring who was watching. All she really cared about at the moment was him watching her kiss another guy. She pulled away from Michael's pleased face and stole a glance at Yamato. A scornful look upon his face as he watched he play with him. He completely ignored his companion as he continued on down the hall….


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.Author's Notes: An email was sent to me a while ago. This person had just read this fic and asked,

"Do you do any of this with your girlfriend?"

I responded with a "NO!" These are simply my fantasies of Jessica Alba and Eva Mendez. And yes, my girlfriend is aware of that.

So check out my c2 comm.: http: copy and paste it…Or you can look for In Vacuo in Extrimis, in the c2 archives.

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