*I don't own the characters and obviously the anime they came from.
*WARNING* This FanFiction contains graphic, sexual content that is not right for young readers (18+ though I can't wont stop you... example of under 18= me...), reader discretion is advised. Don't Read it if you're not going to like it! I've given you enough warning...
**Je suis si désolé! I would of had this chapter up long ago but my French Teacher decided that we needed to do an art project and study French artists and their styles of art. GOD it was a stupid and long project! Again I'm sorry! I hope you guys forgive me for the long wait... I just need to shut up so you can read the long awaited SMUT chapter that I wrote...
Love So Sweet, Yet Forbidden
The sound of the slamming door rang through the mansion as Elizaveta was whisked into her bathroom. Gilbert placed her lightly on her feet before he began to remove his stuffy uniform.
Elizaveta went over to the bath and begun to fill the tub with water that sat over a small stove in the corner of the room. She filled the tub about 2/3 full and leaned over to reach the other side where she kept some imported bath soap that made bubbles when poured into the tub.
Gilbert stood there and admired the look of Elizaveta's legs. As she bent forward, the back of her dress rose up and revealed her upper thighs. He felt the blush forming across his cheeks as his trousers began to feel a bit uncomfortable.
Elizaveta finished mixing the soap into the water and then turned to look at Gilbert. His eyes were trained on her, and his excitement was very noticeable. She took a step towards him, but stopped and beckoned him forward with a wave of her pointer finger.
He slowly stepped towards her as if this were merely a dream that his mind had conjured up, and if he moved to fast, she would vanish. He placed his hands upon her shoulders, and when she didn't disappear in a puff of smoke, he let his tense shoulders relax. This was real and he was hit with the dizziness of his drunken state, flooding him with more confidence.
He tugged on her collar of her dress and she smiled at him flirtatiously. He couldn't get those damn cloths off her quick enough. Each piece of clothing fell, her apron, then her dress, until she was left in his favorite color, Prussian blue. He thought back to how he had walked in on her changing just a few days ago. He smirked, thinking about how she had chased him out with her frying pan in hand.
While Gilbert was having his trip to the past, Elizaveta took the chance to take a step back and place the tips of her fingers in the waist band of his trousers, pulling them away from his hips, teasing him.
God Liz was killing him. The cold draft that slipped through the sides of his trousers only served to make him ache. Plus her just standing there, her beautiful, pale skin looked so soft and delectable, it KILLED him.
"Stop playing" he managed to breath out, and then snatched her lips with his own before she could reply. He moved his hands down to her hips and then back up, placing them on her plush, encased mounds, causing her to moan under his touch.
Elizaveta decided to get even. She moved closer to him, he towered over her 5 foot 3 inches by 6 or 7 inches making it a tad bit more difficult for her to go with her plan. She slowly rocked her hips form side to side rubbing her stomach against his growing friend. He lost focus, as pleasure filled moans began to escape his lips. He bucked his hips, in need for more friction; Eliza could tell he was beginning to lose his patience. So, Eliza broke their kiss and slipped from her last bits of shelter, and turned to submerge herself in the hot, bubbly depths of the bath tub.
Gilbert quickly followed her example and freed himself from the tightening trousers. He slipped into the tub next to her and then reached to the side of the tub to retrieve some wash clothes. He handed one to her and they watched each other as they washed themselves. Soon enough, things got heated and they began to grope one another. She held his neither regions, and he slowly dipped in one finger after another into her core. The water grew cold and dirty from the mud that had been on their skin and other things. They grew tired of the foreplay, both desperate to for the blissful sensation of the main course. They stumbled out of the tub, and towards her room, not caring about their sopping wet bodies, as they clambered onto her bed.
Elizaveta laid on her back as Gilbert laid on her. She looked into his eyes, searching for something. She didn't know what it looked like, but knew that she would know it was there when she saw it. She was looking for something that was so sweet, and powerful, yet seemed so, forbidden. All she needed was to know that what they had wasn't just caused by their drunken state or a onetime deal for him. She needed to know that he loved her.
Searching the depths of his ruby eyes, she knew that their drunken state had come and gone, leaving only passion for one another left behind. He spread her legs so he could position himself at her opening. He slipped in an inch and then another, all the while Elizaveta was begging him now.
"Gil, stop being such a tease, just…" She was caught off guard as he slammed himself into her, capturing her lips as she screamed in pleasure, but slight pain. He was fucking huge! He started out slow, but picked up his pace as Eliza's moans grew loader.
"Damn it Gilbert, Fuck Me!" She exclaimed, exasperated.
Gilbert groaned as he picked up his pace more, slightly afraid of hurting her, when he flipped them over.
"Your turn." He stated with a playful smirk. She bounced on him, and he couldn't control his hands. Her well-formed breast bounced as she moved up and down, so Gilbert grabbed them. He leaned up and sucked on one of her nipples and she froze in her frantic up and down motions, a long moan escaping her lips. Gilbert leaned forward and smacked her ass, causing her to yelp.
"Keep going." He commanded her, taking charge of their situation.
They were both on the edge of their climaxes, so Gilbert's hands moved to her hips, and he flipped them over again, pumping into her faster than before. He felt her freeze and wither beneath him, as she met her limits. The sudden warmth that washed over him pushed him over the edge, as he spilled his seed deep into her.
They moved so they were laying side by side in each other's arms, their breaths coming in shallow gulps. They stared at each other for a while until she broke the silence.
"Gilbert, you truly love me, right?" Her voice seemed so small, so innocent.
"Ja, Ich leibe dich." He whispered into her ear, the smile clear in his voice. He proceeded to kiss the base of her ear and then her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and he captured her lips in a soft passionate kiss. They then slowly dozed off in each other's arms as the moon slowly disappeared.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed my first smut... yeah it's not to grphic but one can never be too careful right? I'll try to get some time to write the next chapter and it will definitely not be that long of a wait... I'm sorry *Bows head in shame*
Until next time, Au revoir mes petits lecteurs! :)