05: Apathy: Strip Tease
A very big thanks to my beta reader: cold_queen_5!
"So Lin-san's been a bit neglectful, what are you going to do about it?" Chiaki asked, taking a sip of a Dirty Martini. She fished out an olive as the manicurist put a coat of paint on her toenails. It was pamper day; her wedding was tomorrow evening. Traditionally, the rehearsal dinner would have been tonight, but they'd already had that earlier this week. Chiaki still couldn't believe that she and Naru had not only set a date, but planned an entire wedding without killing each other. Of course, that was what make-up sex was for, she decided.
Mai leaned back in a chair identical to Chiaki's and sighed in pleasure as the manicurist massaged her feet. She wasn't sure how this subject had come up with the bride-to-be.
"Oh, I'll think of something," she hedged, sipping at her hurricane cocktail.
"Oh, I'm sure you will," Chiaki murmured, taking another sip.
Truthfully, Mai had no idea how she was going to get Lin's attention. He'd been on a one-man mission, single-mindedly trying to finish his theses before the up-coming nuptials. She got the idea when Chiaki stopped to admire some lingerie that she could take with her on the honeymoon; hoping it would drive Naru insane to see her in it. Surely... Lin would kill her—but would that be before or after? Making sure Chiaki didn't see her she made a purchase of her own and went into the dressing room to change, mentally planning what she would do.
After a lovely lunch, they continued their shopping venture. Before leaving, Mai dragged Chiaki to a makeup counter and proceeded to have her makeup done, making sure that the beautician painted her lips a deep, provocative red. Their very last stop was to one more counter—and Mai liberally doused herself in perfume. Chiaki smirked at her as she waved cheerily after dropping the brunette at her house. She didn't think that Mai would have any trouble securing Lin's attention—especially since she'd seen what Mai had bought, even if the fellow psychic thought otherwise. Naru had damn well better be just as appreciative of her selections, Chiaki mused, driving back to the apartment she shared with her fiancé.
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Lin typed furiously and peered at the books piled beside him on the bed every so often. He was putting the finishing touches on one of his Master's theses, the elation at finishing double masters nearly within his grasp. He wanted to finish it tonight if possible as he had a wedding to attend tomorrow which would be an all day affair, seeing as Mai was the Maid of Honor. He hated to lose the time, so he wanted to get as much done as he could because once the couple went on their honeymoon it would be him running the office until they were back and that would be a month— he'd been told three weeks, but he was sure that the newly weds would take a scenic route back to Japan, so he planned to be the de-facto boss for at least a month, perhaps a bit longer. He heard the front door open and listened with half an ear as his third Shiki trailed back to him, whispering that Mai had something planned for him. He shrugged it off. Whatever it was, he decided, could wait. "Welcome back," he called, still busy typing.
Mai entered their bedroom and surveyed him working on the computer and referencing his books every other moment. Maybe she should do this later?
Don't, his Shiki—the one that had accompanied her today—whispered in her mind. Don't chicken out now. Besides, he needs this as much as you do. The stress is doing him no good.
That settled it. Not answering him, she peeled off her socks and tossed them in the hamper. Then she took a deep breath and slowly, slowly shed her coat, tossing it on the bed. It landed next to him, covering the pages he was looking at, and he paused his frantic typing to look over at it. The puzzled look on his face nearly made her laugh. Her eyes continued to dance with merriment as his lifted to meet hers. Now that she had his attention, she turned to the side and went through exaggerated motions of removing her blouse with a knowing smile on her deep red lips.
What was she doing, he wondered, exasperated. He was busy… although he really liked the makeup she wore—funny, she hadn't been wearing any when she left the house, perhaps she and Kasai-san had gotten makeovers…? But the wedding wasn't until tomorrow evening, right? And Chiaki had arranged for a makeup artist and hair stylist to meet her and her bridesmaids at her place. Maybe this had been a test run? If that was the case, he loved what she'd decided on: the dark colors on her eyelids creating a sultry, vixen look; a hint of blusher, and of course the red, red lips that had him imagining all sorts of things… yes, he liked what she'd chosen… his thoughts derailed as the blouse parted on the third or fourth button and he glimpsed an extremely sheer, feminine, embroidered brassier that, gods help him, hugged her breasts intimately and skimmed down the front of her body; the back and sides were open and held together by slinky strips that were nothing but decoration.
Wordlessly and almost breathlessly, he sat his computer aside on the nightstand and shut his books, shoving them and her coat off the mattress with a thought. Work could wait. This couldn't. He was already hard and throbbing painfully inside his jeans and aching to be inside her. He watched as she continued to slowly unbutton the rest of blouse and he swallowed painfully as she drew the peach top off and tossed it at him. Mindlessly, he reached out and snatched it out of the air, his eyes staring at her exposed top half. If possible, the throbbing in his loins increased to a painful intensity as cherry filtered into his olfactory senses. She faced him fully now and holding his eyes that burned into her, she leisurely undid her capris and gradually slid them off her body, one leg at a time. She tossed the capris his way when they were off. He batted them away, inhaling the cherry-scented perfume again.
He'd been right, he thought, mentally groaning. It was a one-piece. The decorative strips returned at her hips, leaving her sides open and her front sheathed in sheer material that left nothing to the imagination. His eyes traveled down and his groan was audible this time: there was even more embroidery at her crotch, and he thought, unless he reciprocated and shed his own clothing soon, he'd go insane.
Mai approached his side with apparent nonchalance as if she had no idea what the big deal was, and he didn't wait. Reaching out, he slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers expertly caressing her flesh and he smiled as he realized the teddy didn't cover everything, only looked like it did. She bucked in surprise and reached out, gripping his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in her body. She felt her hips begin to meet his fingers as they moved in and out of her rhythmically. She dug her nails into his muscles as he brought her closer and closer… this would do for now, she decided, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.
Before he tipped her over, he withdrew his fingers and licked at them; she snarled at him for leaving her in such a state of unfulfilled lust. Lin grinned at her wickedly, his jeans and shirt gone in the blink of an eye. Like magic, she realized, taking in the beautifully sculpted muscles of his body and the dusting of hair that went down his abdomen and disappeared into his underwear. He'd used magic to undress himself. The underwear remained, much to her disappointment, but she could see his erection through the cotton and it made her lick her lips in response. His grin widened and without warning, he dragged her on to the mattress and trapped her beneath him, one hand holding her wrists prisoner above her head the other busy tracing her body with the lightest of touches. He ground against her and suckled one breast through the embroidered fabric, enjoying her legs snaking around his hips to hold him in place. Her own hips lifted and met him as he rubbed against her.
Undeterred and the throbbing at painful levels, he leisurely dragged one skimpy strap down her shoulder with his teeth and swirled his tongue over the exposed breast causing her back to arch and a cry to issue from her lips. He released her hands and used his other hand to fondle her still-clothed breast, kneading the nipple as his tongue mimicked the action with the bare breast. She arched her back against him again, almost crazed, her nails sinking into the corded muscles of his arms. She needed him inside of her, now.
As if he'd heard his wife, he used his magic again to get rid of the last piece of clothing, allowing his erection to spring free. Her mouth quirked into a smile that turned into a gasp when he buried himself inside of her. Gripping her face gently, he kissed those red, red lips, his tongue stroking against hers. Her hands left his arms and buried themselves in his hair as he began to move in languid strokes, his hips meeting hers as she met him thrust for thrust, the fabric of her teddy creating a friction every time he shifted. His mouth left hers and skimmed down the graceful column of her throat and down to the still-clothed breast. Pace increasing, he tore the other strap from her shoulder brought the exposed mound into his mouth, causing her to cry out as she got closer and closer to her release. He wasn't too far from his own. Releasing her breast, he blew on it and trailed his mouth back up to her swollen lips. Her inner muscles tightened spasmodically around him and just before he climaxed himself, he stared into her eyes, watching them go dark and then shatter as she cried out her release. He imagined that his looked the same as he followed her into oblivion, his own cry echoing.
He woke half an hour later to find his wife breathing evenly and sleeping his arms peacefully, those smoky colors still decorating her lids and her mouth quirked in a pleased smirk. Leaning closer, he planted a kiss on her mouth that was still very, very red and swollen. "This was an excellent idea," he told her as her eyes fluttered open.
"I'm glad you think so. I happen to agree with you completely." She certainly looked like the cat that got the cream, he decided, loving the sated smirk on her face.
"Might I ask why you went this route?" the sorcerer asked, running a hand down her side.
She arched into his touch. "You've been apathetic," she told him, pouting as she traced invisible letters into his chest. "I wasn't happy with you for ignoring me. I don't demand your attention all the time, but your frantic efforts to complete your theses was starting to piss me off." She shrugged. "So I decided to do something about it."
She was right, he realized, thinking back to the past couple of weeks. He had been ignoring her in favor of producing a finished product. When they'd entered into marriage, he knew he wouldn't be able to focus solely on work. Still, he never thought she'd be this bold.
"Well, you couldn't have found a more perfect punishment," he told her. "But we're not done."
She raised a brow. "We're not?"
Rising and shifting against the headboard, he lifted her and buried himself inside her one more time, enjoying her gasp and seeing her splayed for his viewing pleasures as she straddled him. Hands on his shoulders, she steadied herself. He smiled at her all heat and lust and love. "Ride me," he commanded.