Sighing, I gripped the blankets tightly, pressing my face into the pillow. The loss of oxygen made the pleasure more intense, and I clung to that feeling for a slim moment before craning my neck and moaning quietly. Droite's hands were on my hips, her mouth between my legs and kissing my thighs, and god, I felt like I was melting. Shuddering, I reached back with one hand and interlocked my fingers through one of her own. She smiled against me and licked harder, shivers running up my spine.
Hissing, I shifted onto my hands and knees, shaking from the sheer amount of energy it took for me to do so. I could see her working me as I looked down towards her, her fingers thrusting within me and her tongue stroking all sorts of sensitive areas. She was touching herself as she did so, her quiet moans sending vibrations into me. A moan slipped out of me and I barely contained the urge to move my hips back.
"Droite, ah," I tried, but she pressed her fingers deeper and my train of thought got lost within the wave of pleasure that suddenly overtook me. I was there, at the edge, and she was holding me out. I squirmed and begged her to finish me off, which earned a sexy laugh from her.
Droite flipped me onto my right side, lifting my leg and sliding her hips in between my parted thighs. Her sex met mine and I moaned loudly, gripping one of her hands tightly as she began to grind herself against me. The sensations took control of me and I came almost instantly; my breath catching in my throat, I threw my head back and stiffened. Heat boiled throughout my body, my vision going blank for a few good seconds before I managed to breathe again and the high started to lower.
Droite was still moving, but I could tell she was right on the edge. After a few more lazy movements she groaned out my name and arched, eyes shut and mouth open. As I lay panting and blushing, she fell off to the side and rolled onto her stomach, eyeing me carefully. I smiled at her, brushing some of her bangs off of her forehead.
"Now, if you don't mind," I began, sitting up and looking around the room for the clothing I had picked out, "May I get dressed for school? I mean, we have missed a lot lately and due to our little escapade last night, I'm falling behind." She sighed in exasperation and I just rolled my eyes, getting off the bed and sauntering over to my dresser, where a pair of stockings was laying haphazardly over the mirror. Plucking them off and slipping into them, I went on the hunt for a new outfit.
"Kai?" Droite asked after I had somehow gotten myself into a black skirt and was currently slipping a grey tank-top on.
"Yes?" I replied, taking a pink blouse and putting it on, buttoning it up enough that the endpoint of the V ended just below my breasts.
"Are you still sure about staying here—in America, I mean?" She rolled over onto her side to look at me. I blinked at her, raising an eyebrow, wondering why she was asking me such a thing.
"Of course I am," I stated, although I truly didn't believe it fully. "I mean, yeah, it's a really strange and rude country, but I'm realizing that I enjoy the freedom here. I don't have to be careful with affection and what I do, or forcing my father to make me lunch everyday just to compete with the other students' parents." Sighing, I brushed out my tangled hair and once again put it up into pigtails. "Droite, I love it here, although I do feel a little homesick. But I'm getting over it—and I'll eventually find a way to bring my brother over here, no matter what." I smiled. "Maybe once we get married, I can bring him over myself, take custody over him. He'd be like our kid, y'know?"
"How you got from my question to your brother, I will never know," she commented drily with a roll of her eyes, "But I understand, Kai."
Before I could answer, Galaxy squawked from his cage, back in its original place. Droite told me that she was alright with having him in the room with us all the time—even when we had our…ahem, time together—so now he was in here, as long as he was quiet whenever Droite and I got intimate. His crimson eyes gazed at me and I stuck my tongue out at him; I knew exactly what was odd his little bird mind and I was not liking it one bit.
Droite got up, finally, and took out a pair of jeans from my dresser, having conspicuously dumped some of her clothing into my drawers. How and when, I hadn't a clue, but it was a step into the territory we were heading into. I gave her a lazy grin and gave Galaxy a kiss goodbye before I headed downstairs. Droite followed after a few minutes, wearing a simple black V-neck t-shirt and jeans. Giving her a cup of ramen, we both waited patiently for our food to get done and we sat at the table to eat.
I could only hope that now that our marriage was out there, discrimination wouldn't be as bad as I'd heard it could be.
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News spreads like wildfire.
Sitting on the bleachers, I watched as Mizael and his teammates ran across the soccer field, kicking the ball into the opposing team's territory. I was taking a quick breather and observing the game next to a girl with light brown hair. She snorted as Mizael scored a goal, flicking her hair over her shoulder and drinking some water from a red cup.
"He's such a smartass and cocky bastard," the girl stated, with an eye roll, "that I'm surprised anybody can stand him. Especially his dragon fetish; who knew that was a thing?"
I bit my lip. "Everyone is unique in some way," I replied, keeping my gaze on the field. "That's just who Mizael is, even though he is a bit irritating in some ways."
"Says the bastard marrying the hottest girl in school," the girl harshly said, glowering at me. I sent her a glare, warning her to be careful with what she said, but she simply ignored it. "What? You and her are whores; the news is that you two fucked at that Halloween party and that's how you got her to fall for you. Fags, that's what you are."
I didn't know what the last slang meant, but I slapped her across the face for calling Droite that. "Shut up," I growled, realizing that I was now standing in front of her. The teacher didn't notice, but I figured Mizael had; his light footsteps were coming my way. "You're just as much a whore as the rumors say, Alex," I spat, lacing venom into my voice. Her green eyes looked up at me with hatred. "The football team, I hear, loves that mouth of yours; it's no wonder either. It's big enough for practically anything to fit into."
She gasped and shoved me back, nearly toppling me. She stood, overshadowing me with her height, and slapped me back, knocking me to the bleachers below us. I cried out in pain as I landed on the concrete, my spine aching, but I stood and prepared myself to launch upwards, but Mizael had finally reached me and held me back with his arms wrapped around my middle. I glared over my shoulder at him, his blonde hair engulfing me.
"She's not worth it," he said, loud enough for Alex to hear. That made her blush in fury. "She's just a lowly cheerleader—she isn't worth the time. Quite frankly, I wonder why the football team even bothers with her, since she's repeated her sophomore classes twice."
"Shut it, Fujisaki!" Alex screeched, tears running down her cheeks as she glared at us. I sent her a death glare, wanting to rip her to shreds for what she said about my lover. After that, she ran, like a pathetic coward, and Mizael turned my around, hands on my shoulders.
In his PE attire, black shorts and a grey shirt, he looked like a dork, especially with his hair tied into a long ponytail. But his eyes, so much like mine, were serious. "You need to learn, Kai, to ignore the harshness of the people here."
I shoved him back and glared hard. "I've dealt with that shit all my life!" I practically screamed at him. Tears built up on my lashes as my temper grew worse; I wanted to shut up and sit down, but Alex had triggered something that wasn't going to stop. "My father, my friends, everyone I've ever met! That's how they treated me. Either an alien or something delicate or something to shove around." At his shocked expression, I sent him a dead look. "I'm done, Mizael. I'm done with people. Even if I look happy—especially now with Droite and I getting married and whatever—I truly feel like complete and total shit."
Mizael sighed, coming forward and wrapping his arms around me. I heard the teacher yell at us to shut up and join the game, but I just let Mizael hold me for a few seconds, my body heat lowering and whatever drive that had made me snap like that diminishing. I just huffed, shutting my eyes to stop the tears from coming, and eventually got myself out of his grip. I went onto the field, just as Alex had, and smirked. A kick or two later, I had knocked her into the ground with the ball and I rushed passed her sobbing form, playing with the guys that continued playing even after the girls went to honor their fallen cheerleader.
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Droite had to go back home, so I sat alone in my room, doing math homework from the days I had missed and Galaxy sitting on my lamp. Mindlessly listening to my laptop playing tunes, I was taken by surprise as my phone rang. I took the device from my nightstand and looked through the shattered screen, gasping at the number; it was outside the US and I knew exactly who'd be calling. Pressing the call button, I immediately forgot all my English and held the phone to my ear.
"Mom, is this you?" I inquired, nearly busting into tears as I heard an excited squeak from the other side.
"Yes, darling, it's me," she replied. "You're on speaker so Haruto can hear you too—how are you doing, my daughter?"
"Oh mom, I miss you so much," I paused for a second to sniffle, tears burning paths down my cheeks. "I'm fine; I got engaged last weekend, just so you know."
"Really, nee-chan?" Haruto yelled happily; he seemed way too excited to hear my voice, but I would be in the same state if I hadn't heard from a sibling I was so close to in a while. "That's great! Who's the person being added to our family?"
"Her name's Droite Yamamoto," I replied. They went silent for a second, considering the idea that the only other female of the household was marrying somebody of the same sex.
Finally, my mother spoke up, sounding a bit dejected but nonetheless proud of me. "Oh, sweetie, I'm glad you found someone to settle down with—but why so early? You're only sixteen—soon to be seventeen—so why throw other options away?"
I stopped, choking on my words. Should they know that dad was dying in a hospital and I was happily going on with life without giving a single (sort of) damn about him? Shoving my worries aside, I answered her. "Dad's in the hospital, close to dying, and I don't want to go back to Japan so soon, so I decided to marry the girl I fell for in order to emancipate myself. Make myself an adult." At the gasp I heard from them, I tried to explain my thinking, but my mother interrupted me.
"Young lady!" she hissed. "I want you home this instant. I don't give a damn about that bastard father of yours—I just want you home so badly, my daughter."
"Mother," I spoke seriously, "I am not doing this because I want to be free of you and father's ruling over me. I am doing it because I love Droite more than anything."
"Nee-chan, I want to see you," Haruto muttered sadly. It broke my heart to hear him so unhappy.
"I'll visit you eventually, Haruto, but I have to do this. I love you two—Goodnight." Without allowing them to answer, I shut the phone off and once again threw it in a random direction. This time it smacked into my dresser, battery falling out and the screen cracking further. Listening to the thump it made when it hit the floor, I sighed and shoved my textbooks off of me, dropping them to the hardwood and taking my laptop into my, well, lap. Typing into YouTube, I watched some videos on dragons before slurping up the rest of the ramen cup sitting on my nightstand and finishing my math homework.
I'm trying here T_T. But I'm still feeling like crap, so I'm just y'know, trying.
Anyway, review. And enjoy!