A/N: My first official, posted lime. I-it's a learning process, so please pardon any crudeness or anything else. I tried reading a romance novel and some other fanfiction to get some inspiration.
It didn't work too well.
Oh god, I'm so nervous.
Kisses to My Sweetheart
Chapter Three
There were no towels or any kind of clothing allowed on the water.
Masami regretted not wearing underwear or a shirt when she was deciding what to wear earlier. The only clothing she brought with her was a towel. If she had brought more clothes, then maybe she could have stalled him for longer to maybe prepare her nerves.
Or escape.
Masami took the first opportunity of Hibari turning around to slip off her towel and dash into the water, nearly slipping on the wet floor. The water was a little above her hips when she was standing. She chose a comfortable place to sit down and the water level was instantly at her shoulders.
Rocks surrounded the large outdoor bath and there were bamboo shoots making up the boundaries to the other baths.
Masami could hear the sound of women laughing to her right. She ducked down almost shyly. They sure were relaxed.
She tried her best to relax. She really did, but it was hard with Hibari there. She had purposely picked a spot far away from the entry to the water, where he was. She bit her lip. He seemed very carefree right now. His eyes were shut as he rested against the boulders surrounding the open water. She could see his broad shoulders going up and down rhythmically. Her gaze drifted to the beads of water glimmering on what she could see of his well-defined torso-
Masami hastily turned away. She was getting side-tracked from relaxing.
...
"...Hey..."
"Hmm?" Masami opened her eyes lazily. She had nodded off. "What's-"
He was standing right in front of her.
"AH!" Her head jolted back. And hit her head on a rock.
"Oww..." she gasped out as she moved to rub her head.
"Don't surprise me like that..."
Hibari looked her dead in the eye.
"Are you enjoying it?"
...What kind of question was that?
"Umm..." Masami started. She wasn't having 'fun' right now, but she certainly was enjoying the experience. I guess... She wouldn't admit that so readily to Hibari though, so she consciously downplayed it. "Just a little...-" Her eyes widened. "Where are your hands going!"
"..." He was examining the scars on her body, his fingers ghosting upon the old wounds each time his hands landed on them.
Masami flinched as his hand trailed across her stomach. He did this -tracing them- every once in a while, as if disbelieving they were still there. Most of them were surgical scars from her younger days, others were from fights.
Ah... Seeing him so serious like this... Masami didn't say a word. He had an indifferent mask on, but she could detect the hidden anger within him. Not towards her though.
At least for now.
"Kyouya..." she said, because the silence was unnerving. He looked up and she gave him a reassuring grin.
"...thank you."
It wasn't just a thank you for the little vacation.
"Thank you...?"
Masami could feel her stomach flip-flopping at Hibari's seductive smirk. Baaad...
"...maybe you should repay me then..." He stepped forward and she stepped back instinctively. Her back hit the rock. She had forgotten about it.
"...E-ermm..." She had a feeling she knew what he wanted. Strange. He isn't normally like this. Masami blinked. Wait a minute. She managed to piece together a theory beneath her mind chanting to her to run the hell away.
Had being away from her make him antsy?
She had... thought she had been the only one who had missed him...
"If we're going to start anything..." Masami held her hands up complacently. She had to be the voice of reason. "...shouldn't we do it back in the room? N-not that I'm implying that we're going to do something weird that we s-shouldn't be doing here, b-but just in case you're going to do something that requires us to be in a bedroom of some-"
His unyielding reply.
"No."
Oh god...
His hand intertwined with the long strands of hair as his sharp mouth ravaged her own mercilessly, his long, lean body pushing against her smaller, lush one fully. Her lips parted in a gasp as she felt his arousal against her core. He delved his tongue into the moist cavern and he revelled in her taste. His other hand trailed down to her breast, her puckered nipple held between his thumb and index as he teasingly pinched the nub.
He growled in approval when she moaned against his mouth.
He released his hold on her lips. "S-stop...!" She gulped in humid air furiously, her lungs struggling to get enough oxygen.
Hibari didn't respond and ignored dissent. His gaze drifted briefly to her heaving chest before he decisively pulled her wet hair back to allow access to her slender neck. He angled his head downwards, his soft lips planting light kisses against the moist skin.
"Kyouya..." Her voice was a whisper on the wind. She whimpered helplessly when he began suckling a sensitive area; the junction between her throat and shoulder. Her small fingers dug into his arm, no doubt leaving crescent-shaped marks that would bruise later.
What... She couldn't believe what was happening. One moment they had been in an onsen relaxing (or, for her, trying to relax) and the next, he had her pushed against the wall and was having his way with her, claiming payment. He was completely taking advantage of the situation.
Dammit. She couldn't move properly, her body frozen to his sinful touches. If she had been in the right state of mind, she would have stopped him, but—
"Ah-" She squeaked softly as she felt him squeeze her full breast. Her body was working on automatic, completely on instinct. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands fisting the spiky locks. His wandering hand trailed down her side, against the curve of her hip and ended its descent at her thigh. His hand squeezed the supple thigh at the same time his mouth drifted to latch onto a hardened nipple.
"Kyouya..." she whispered again, her voice hushed. She could feel him smirk in satisfaction against her soft flesh before he began to suckle the pink nub harshly. Pleasure overrode the pain as she let him continue, her hands pulling at his hair, clutching onto anything –anything at all- for the sake of just being closer to him, touching more of him. His pale hand squeezed the sensitive flesh hard, every so often eliciting soft gasps from her when he pinched her nipple between his fingers. With one last tugging pull, he released the reddened nub.
Masami barely heard him chuckle, too lost in the haze of pleasure.
His hand that was on her thigh had trailed down to down there. Her hands curled into his hair in anticipation...
...and then a long, slim finger entered her
The sensation was wonderful.
Masami's head dug into his shoulder as he pushed in slowly. She wrapped her hands around his neck. She was tight, having had none of this for the past few months. The water and the natural slick heat of her core allowed him to push in rather easily though as her walls convulsed around his slender appendage.
His thumb brushed against her clit and a shock of instant ecstasy wracked her petite body.
"Mmph..." She had bit into his shoulder to stifle any moaning. She was very aware of the sound of people's laughs in the baths beside them.
But she couldn't tell him to stop. Not now.
Definitely not now.
When he was all the way in, he began thrusting his finger in and out. But slowly. Too slowly. All she could do was hold on tightly as her body writhed against his shamelessly. She tried to push down on his finger, urging him to go faster. He stilled her movement with a hand on her hip.
And then stopped. Suddenly.
Why had he stopped?
Her eyes struggled open only to narrow into slits when she saw the expression on his face.
Dammit! She lost control of the situation, just because he was doing stuff like that.
Of all the things to feel humiliation for, this, by far, was the strongest.
He caught the scowl on her face and raised an eyebrow before stepping back, arms crossed.
"...Eh?" Masami hummed out. He seemed to be waiting for something, but what?
When she took no action, Hibari leaned down until his mouth was by her ear.
"...If you desire revenge, now would be the time..."
His breath cool against the heated skin of her shoulder, but she didn't dare shiver. She bit her lip in contemplation. Normally, she would be all for taking revenge on Hibari when things like this happened. She was hesitant now because she was very aware of the fact that someone could come in, but the sound of women giggling in the next bath was the turning point. What if they heard her?
BUT DAMMIT, SHE WANTED REVENGE TOO!
"..." She looked up at Hibari beneath her lashes, her teeth still chewing her lip. He was watching her with an arrogant smirk on his face. It only made her feel more anguished at what she was about to do.
Stupid, rotten pride.
With a sigh, she put a hand on his toned chest for support as she stood up on her tippy-toes. Hibari's eyes widened with surprise as she lay a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away. She could feel her face heating up with embarrassment as she, ugh, fluttered her eyelashes.
Stupid, rotten pride.
"...Later?" she whispered. She was trying to say it in a seductive manner (and was failing miserably). She resisted pulling her arm away as it slid down the wet skin of his chest. It felt nice and my god, what am I saying? Masami thought. Bad Masami! Leave those thoughts in a more appropriate place!
There was a long pause.
"...Fine," was followed by a hand pinching her bottom.
Masami jumped back.
Her head hit the rock wall behind her. Again
There was something nice about shopping.
Masami couldn't help but grin openly as she purchased the pair of white denim shorts and light blue tank top she was wearing right now. She'd asked the easygoing store owner if she could change into the clothes before buying them and he had agreed, maybe because she was a paying customer or that she was wearing some pretty wrinkled up clothes and he pitied her. It really didn't matter to her, just as long as she got something else to wear, she was all right.
Masami flitted out of the store, wrinkled school uniform tucked under her arm.
Now where was Kyouya?
She hadn't even known there was a town near the inn until just 10 minutes ago. Hibari had forced her onto his motorcycle without telling her anything (again) and they ended up in a small town at the base of the forested mountain.
It was a nice town. It was a bit like Namimori with the quaint feeling she got from this town, but it was still vastly different from Namimori in some ways too. There weren't a lot of people in the street. Heck, there weren't a lot of people that made up the population of the small town.
They were in a shopping district of sorts. It was a mix of new and old. The small town was transitioning to the more modern world, but wasn't quite there yet.
She passed an electronics store and then a yakiniku (Japanese barbeque) restaurant that looked like it had been there for years.
Masami could tell why Hibari liked this place.
She found him sitting on a bench under an umbrella outside a tea shop. He was, predictably, drinking tea with that same blank expression on his face. He looked a little constipated (annoyed), but that could have just been her imagination. She put up her hand to wave at him.
What she saw next made her freeze.
Three waitresses were standing by the door of the shop just watching him. And giggling.
...
"You're holding back," Masami stated in a purposefully mild tone. She sat down beside Hibari and ignored the glares from the girls by the door. The numerous bags she was holding were set down by their feet with a muffled plop on the dusty ground.
Hibari glanced at her. Hadn't she been the one that had wanted him to hide the dark aura he had around him most of the time?
Her blank orbs refused to make contact with his eyes even with him drilling a stare into her direction. Her lips were pressed in a tight line as she stared directly ahead at an old shopkeeper sweeping the front of his store with a determination not to meet his gaze. He heard the knock on wood. She was tapping her fingers against the wooden bench beneath them.
"You're jealous," he deadpanned. Wasn't this interesting? Masami stiffened.
"I am," she said primly. She didn't see him cock an eyebrow. She turned to him. "Why won't you scare them off?" Masami didn't hold any contempt for those girls in particular, but just the fact they were there wasn't making her feel too good.
He seemed amused by her attempts at civility.
"...they're not bothering anyone."
They're bothering me. Masami frowned. More than he could imagine. He hadn't used to attract any girls. She had to admit, he had always been handsome (and had maybe grown a little more with age), but he always had that killing aura around him back then, so-
Hibari put his hand on her bare thigh. His thumb began tracing slow circles against the milky white skin of her inner thigh. Warmth coiled around inside her and those insane butterflies in her stomach were starting up again.
She shivered from, ironically, the heat from his callused hand.
...so...
Masami put a hand to her face to block the quivering of her lips and the blush painting her features. It was a good thing his form was blocking her from the curious eyes of those waitresses or else she would be even more embarrassed. She set her hand down just as quickly as it came up. She needed to scold him, dammit. Or punch him. Punching him would be good. Better, even.
She opened her mouth to shout at him only to recoil from the intense, predatory gaze she was greeted with.
He had been watching her expression all this time.
...so...
"...should I remind you of the frustration that I felt with Yamamoto Takeshi?" he whispered sinisterly into her ear.
...so... She blinked. What?
She had just lost her train of thought.
"NO!" A little louder than what she had intended, but whatever. At least his hand wasn't near... there anymore.
But she stood up and backed away a few feet, just in case.
"D-don't bring Takeshi up, you...!" She pointed a finger accusingly at him. So cruel... Trying to make her feel guilty about that.
It was working, which was why she was mad.
She didn't notice his jaw clench with annoyance. She had looked away to the ground. "I feel... bad enough already about that... so..." Masami paused when she realized something. "And also—"
She picked this time to turn even redder from the previous mishap and the exertion of shouting just now. It would definitely be bad for him to get frustrated, because she was sure he would show his "frustration" with means that weren't very, well, normal.
"...don't... get frustrated..." Masami ended lamely. Her knees shook at the thought of not being able to walk properly.
The last time he had been frustrated/angry...
"Compensation."
"Hm?" Masami whirled around to face him fully...
...and accidentally tripped forward.
"Aah..." One of her knees were on the bench between his legs, while her other leg was supporting the rest of her in a weird-looking standing position. Her hands were pushed against either sides of his head on the outer wall of the shop.
Masami hardly registered the indignant cries of the female servers by the door nor them rushing back inside. All she could see was Hibari and his once-in-a-while small smile plastered on his face to his half-lidded eyes dancing with amusement to the dark hair framing his face to her total and utter embarrassment.
"Uhh..."
"Compensation for just now," he clarified, smoothly taking her fluster as an opportunity to ask her of anything he wanted.
"...Umm..."
Hibari's eyes narrowed as her brain tried to compute what he was saying.
He better do this now while she was still confused.
Hibari puller her down.
He kissed her sensually, carefully weaving her long hair around his fingers to pull her down. He didn't coax her to open her mouth, but damn.
It felt like she was falling and flying at the same time.
Hibari was the only one who could do that.
He raised an eyebrow. "...so?"
"...okay," she said in a quiet, quiet voice.
A/N: Hah! XD
Sorry for the late update. What time I had on the computer wasn't dedicated to writing, unfortunately. Luckily, I have this all fleshed out. Yep. Two more chapters.
Thanks for reading and please review to tell me what you thought of it.
Thank you to Senna-X3, Bluefeather, Kimyona-chan and hiyoko for reviewing!
Senna-X3: Tee. Hee. X) That is all that is needed~
Bluefeather: Unfortunately. ):
Kimyona-chan: Don't worry too much about it~ You're fine in my books for apologizing instead of disappearing. I wasn't in a rage because of your review. And don't worry about digressing all the time LOL. I do it too.
hiyoko: You found it! It's more of a spin-off rather than an epilogue. That's what I'm calling it now, at least. Hibari is such a manipulative jerk in this fic. It's fun writing those parts.