A/N: My apologies for the long delay. This one was harder to write than I thought it would be. How do teenagers NOT want to have sex? Anywho, here it is in it's smutty glory. Enjoy.
Disclaimers:I own nothing of Full Metal Panic
FMPOS 8
June 2nd-six months later
Amusement Park
Kaname, Kyoko, Mizuki and Ren entered the amusement park that Saturday morning looking forward to a bit of fluff for the day. School had just let out for the summer and they were all going to be busy with summer jobs soon so they wanted to have as much fun as they could before that started.
"How did you convince Sousuke to let you come with us?" Kyoko asked her friend, who rolled her eyes.
"He doesn't keep me locked in my apartment ya know," she said with exasperation.
"No, but usually you're with him on the weekends, like he doesn't want you hanging out with your friends!" Mizuki said with her bright voice. Her eyes twinkled behind her glasses with amusement.
"Ah," Kaname said with passion. "We just like spending time alone on the weekends is all," she hoped she didn't blush when she said that. It was bad enough her girlfriends were always trying to get her to tell them private things; she didn't need them guessing anything more.
Although, come to think of it; how they hadn't guessed she and Sousuke were having sex was a bit of a miracle.
"Ever since you were kidnapped right out of the school, though; he seems to be even more protective than before," Ren pointed out. Kaname nodded and smiled.
"Yes, and I have to admit that I'm happy about that," she said honestly. The girls all stopped and stared at their friend.
"WHAT?" they demanded. She turned to face the group and sighed.
"The people who took me were going to hurt me," she said softly. She hadn't actually told them what had happened as most of it was stuff they wouldn't understand. "Sousuke rescued me before they could, and I don't' remember much," she said to her friends. They were all wide eyed with shock as they listened to her.
"What I do remember is being terrified, and Sousuke being protective makes me not scared," she admitted to them. All three girls seemed to think that was the most romantic thing they had heard.
"Really?" Kaname asked sarcastically.
"Look, we can't know how that felt," Ren said practically, as usual. "But knowing that Sousuke makes you feel safe is romantic," she finished. Kaname smiled shyly at her friends.
"Yeah, it kinda is," she agreed. All four laughed and then went forward into the park. None of them knew about the five man squad that was there as well, keeping an eye on the group while they enjoyed themselves.
Kaname's apartment
Sousuke frowned in concentration as he went over the plans for the apartment building he was moving into this weekend. Kaname had no idea that he was going to be living right next door, nor did she know that there was going to be a new door in her bedroom. All the surveillance equipment in her apartment had been removed. There were now Mithril and KRD operatives on the floor above and below hers. Kurz Weber and Melissa Mao had the apartment across from hers while he had the apartment next to hers.
It had taken six months for all this to be arranged. In that time, with the new security and surveillance from KRD they had managed to foil three new kidnapping attempts before they even reached Jindai.
Sadly, Kaname was still suffering nightmares from the drug they had used. He took every opportunity to get her to the hotel and away from the source of the memories.
He didn't know how to help her, except to just be there for her. He had begun to realize that comforting her through her nightmares actually made him feel better. He was always a sound sleeper, he had learned to block all memories of the terrible things he had seen and done a long time ago. It was the only way he had been able to sleep when he was younger. She didn't deserve to have to do that.
Sousuke heard a slight clunking to his left and turned to look. It was the miniature Arbalest that Kaname had named Junior. He was sure that having this machine around didn't actually help her mindset, but she did seem to sleep better since it had been delivered to her.
"Sergeant Sagara, Sir, may I be of assistance?" it asked. Sousuke thought for a moment.
"Junior, what are your mission parameters?" he asked it.
"I have no mission parameters, Sergeant."
"No one programmed you at all?" Sousuke asked incredulously.
"No Sergeant."
"Are you able to deduce why?" the military boy asked with curiosity.
"According to Mister Takamyodo in technologies; Miss Chidori built in security that prevented them from tampering with my core systems," it said.
"Oh," Sousuke thought about it for a little while longer.
"Query Junior. Should Miss Chidori be here alone and someone were to enter the home without her consent, what is your first course of action?"
"How many intruders?" the one foot tall AS asked.
"Just one."
"I will stun the intruder and cover Miss Chidori's retreat into a safe area of the apartment. Once she is safe, I will bind said intruder and call for you, Sergeant Sagara," it replied.
"If there are multiple intruders?" the human asked the machine.
"I am to immediately send a call to Mithril's Urzu squad while I cover Miss Chidori's retreat," it answered promptly. Sousuke nodded his head.
"Junior, we are going to be making changes to Miss Chidori's apartment. These changes are to give her maximum safety," he pointed to the wall he was currently taking measurements of. "There will be a hidden door into the next apartment. Should she need to be evacuated, this is the preferred escape route, understood?" The machine seemed to think about the information. Before responding.
"Affirmative, Sergeant Sagara," it responded. "Is there any way I may assist?" it asked again.
"I am merely taking measurements at this time, Junior," he said with a sigh. "I need to be sure I know where everything is placed so she won't be missing anything when we finish the changes," Sousuke said.
"Sergeant Sagara," the miniature Arbalest said. "Where are you wanting to put the door? Is it to be seamless and hydraulic or will there be hinges on the other side of the wall?"
"It will be a hydraulic that slides into the wall," the teenager answered while he took still more measurements.
"Then Sergeant, The best place for the door would be here," the machine announce, using a laser light to outline where it postulated. Sousuke frowned as he thought about it. It was correct; that was a much better placement.
"Very good, Junior. That will definitely be optimal," he nodded, before he could begin to draw out the plan Junior immediately used those same lasers to cut through the wood of the wall. Sousuke started to say something when the machine quickly caught the panel and moved it back and into the other room.
"Junior!" Sousuke shouted.
"Sir?" It asked, and for a second Sousuke thought it sounded like a child being reprimanded.
"What are you doing?" he asked it.
"I have the tools necessary to facilitate the upgrade," it said. This time Sousuke was sure it sounded as if it were a child trying to please an adult.
"Understood, Junior; however we were going to make the wall in my bedroom steel, we were also going to make the door steel," he said as if he were explaining to Kaname his plan.
"Then I have caused a malfunction?" It asked.
"Not exactly," Sousuke said, thinking furiously. He quickly described what he wanted and the AS nodded and went to work. Between the two of them they managed to make the new door seem a part of the wall without it being obvious it was a door.
Sousuke was actually more pleased since it would give him an easier way to reach his Kana. Sousuke noticed that the miniature AS seemed to be pleased with the outcome as well and wondered about it.
Kaname's friends parted from her at the door to her apartment complex after their fun filled day at the amusement park. Kaname held several stuffed toys in her arms as well as a large bag of cotton candy. She pressed the buzzer on the door; a security feature that had been added in the last six months. She had to admit it made her feel safer.
"Kana-chan?" Sousuke asked as he looked through the video monitor. She smiled at him over her stuffies. "I'll be right down," he said. She heard what sounded like relief in his voice. When he opened the door to the complex he took several of the larger animals from her before letting her through. Once the door was closed and clicked lock behind them he leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. She moaned and leaned into him, trying to get him to kiss her more firmly. It drove her crazy when he kissed her like that.
"Why are you so mean to me?" she asked with a whine when he pulled away from her, smiling.
"You deserve soft kisses," he said with pleasure at her reaction. They had been together for almost a year now and he still enjoyed her reactions to him. He didn't feel the need to bed her nearly every night, but he still hadn't gotten enough of her. It was taking time, but he was learning to understand her.
Like right now, he knew she was happy that they had spent the day apart. It had irked him that she had wanted to go without him at first; but when he had agreed that it would be safe enough her eyes had lit up with pleasure as well as relief.
He took in the sight of his lover in her red shorts and white button down shirt. He was pleased to see that everything covered her without hiding her too much. He knew she liked to look cute, and she was finally beginning to believe he thought she was beautiful. This meant she had stopped fighting him about wearing more revealing clothes when not with him.
"I see Mizuki won you lots of stuffed animals," he said. It was in his normal tone of voice and he didn't smirk but he got the desired reaction out of his Kana.
"Arrgh! Stupid! You know Mizie can't hit anything!" she used one of the stuffed animals to hit his arm as they walked into the elevator together. He smiled at her and she mock screamed at him.
"Teasing me?" she said incredulously.
"I missed you, Kana mine," he said, there was tenderness in his voice and Kaname teared up. Six months since she was kidnapped and he was no longer acting as if he were her owner. He was still very possessive, but she liked it. She even liked how dominant he was in bed; and Kaname wasn't sure why. She had gotten used to being the only one in charge of herself, the only one who cared what happened to her and here was this soldier who seemed to care.
"I love you, Sousuke," she said in reply, stunning herself into silence.
The elevator doors opened on their floor and he just blinked at her. Before she could open her mouth to say anything else he had dropped the stuffies he was holding and knocked the one's in her hands away; including the cotton candy bag. He kissed her as if he were drowning. He held her as if she were his only lifeline. She moaned his name when he pulled back enough to take a breath. He picked her up and stopped the elevator doors from closing at the same time. He didn't waste time trying to get into her apartment, he took her to his apartment before consuming her mouth again.
He held her still as he kissed her, his tongue delving deeply into her mouth. He took his time exploring her mouth with his tongue, stroking her tongue with his own. He drank in the sound of her pleasure.
He thanked his lucky stars she was wearing a button down blouse today when he started to quickly undo the buttons. When her arms lifted and her fingers began to tug at the button on his own shirt he growled into her mouth, freezing her movements. He ran his hands across her collarbone to open the blouse; down her arms to slide it off her. He felt her shiver from his touch and growled again.
"Take three steps back, Kana," he panted against her lips; holding her hips as she did as he commanded. This put her against the back of a chair and he pressed his body against hers. Her legs opened for him, making room for him. She sighed in pleasure when the full length of him pressed against her heat. His fingers slid up her waist to her bra. Again she shivered at his touch.
He traced his fingers over the cotton covering her breasts, chuckling when she moaned into his mouth and her fingers gripped the biceps of his lower arms and flexed. He felt her nipples harden under his fingers before he lightly pinched them through the thin fabric. He slid his hands around her back and arched her back forward. He carefully traced kisses down her throat to her sternum. When he reached the area between her breasts he gently used his teeth to unhook the clothing. Her breasts bounced slightly as they were freed from the offending cloth and he used the motion to capture the nipple of her right breast in his mouth.
Kaname's hands slid up his arms to grip the triceps. She arched her back further up to get her breast closer to the heat of his mouth.
"Sousuke," she breathed when he tugged roughly on the nipple in his mouth with his teeth. She slid her hands into the silk of his black hair as she moaned his name a second time. He switched to her left breast and caressed her back and sides as he moved his work calloused hands down to the waistband of her shorts.
"Sousuke," she whispered again when she felt her shorts coming undone.
He felt her shiver a third time and forced himself to stop. She opened her eyes in confusion when she felt his mouth leave her and his hands move to the chair behind her.
"Wha-why'd you stop?" she mumbled as she leaned forward to kiss his throat.
"You keep shivering," he said, and she could hear his passion for her straining against his control.
"Your touch," she said as she pressed her body into his.
"Explain, please," he said, still holding tightly to his control.
"Just fuck me, Sousuke, please?" she murmured before pulling his mouth to hers.
Something inside the seventeen year old snapped. He wasn't sure why her saying that after confessing she loved him made him so angry; but it did. He lifted her by her hips and carried her to his bedroom.
The room had been re-panelled in cherry wood; and it gleamed in the light from the fixtures in the room. All four corners of the room had electric lights on candelabra stands with individual cream shades. The lights were of a low wattage to keep the atmosphere of the room cozy.
The floor was solid oak, deep and dark it seemed to make the room smaller than it really was. There was a stand alone faux fireplace with a long oversized sofa in front of it and a large cream colored shag area rug under that.
The window had been turned into a seating area for two, with a small bookshelf under the seats as well as beside the window. It was made of ashwood; the cream color of the wood a stark contrast to the floor and wall; yet also contributing to the coziness of the room.
The middle of the room was taken up with an American California King sized bed that was modeled to look like an Edo Period bed. Simple lings, Japanese Oak frame and solid. The bedding was one of the 'space age' types, meant to conform to the sleeper's body. He had it set up so that it would make no noise when he had sex with her.
Yet at this moment the only thing he could think of was showing this woman what she meant to him. He couldn't put it into words; so he had to show her.
He put her on her feet at the foot of the bed and removed her bra while kissing her. Once more he stopped himself. He was shaking so much he was afraid he was going to hurt her.
"Sousuke, why did you stop again?" she whined on a moan.
"I can't," he said softly.
"Can't what?" she asked, her brown eyes were glazed with passion, but confusion was beginning to cloud them.
"I can't fuck you," he told her, a rawness in his voice she'd never heard before. He wasn't sure where the admission came from, or why he even voiced it. He just knew he couldn't do that to her; that he hadn't been fucking her for months.
"What do you mean?" she asked him, panic beginning to fill her eyes. Sousuke reached up with his trembling hands and cupped her cheeks; his chocolate brown, desire laden eyes searching her own whiskey brown eyes. "Don't you want me?" she asked, tears beginning to fill her eyes.
"God yes," he whispered.
"Then I don't understand," she said.
"You...are…," he seemed to falter, unable to find the words. He didn't understand what he was feeling. "I hurt you, when I said I wanted to fuck you, didn't I?" he asked her. She nodded slowly.
"I… I … I don't want to be the cause of your hurt," he stumbled over the phrasing, trying to find the words for what he meant. "I ... ," again he stopped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's not just that anymore; it's more than that. I-it's you," He opened his eyes and looked into hers again, hoping she understood what he did not.
"So you don't want to fuck me anymore?" she asked, confusion still clear in her voice.
"No…" he paused and released her face, took two steps back from her. "I...I want more?" it was more of a question that a statement. Kaname frowned and crossed her arms over her breasts when he pulled away from her; feeling bereft.
"More how?" she asked him quietly. He sighed and seemed to pull even further away from her.
"I want … I want to ….deserve you," he said finally. The tears in Kaname's eyes began to fall.
"Oh, Sousuke," she whispered. "I don't know how I managed without you," she said before giving him a soft laugh.
"You were fine without me, Kana-chan," he said; and for once he didn't try to hide the broken child inside the hardened man.
"True, Sergeant," she said with a small smile after she reached for her bra and put it back on. He swallowed watching her. He kept his arms at his side.
"Sergeant Sagara!" she said smartly; sounding almost like an officer.
"Yes Miss Chidori" he responded.
"I order you to kiss me," she said. He blinked at her.
"What?"
"Sousuke," she sighed and stepped close to him again, wrapping her arms around his waist. "If I had thought about it before I said it, I wouldn't have told you I loved you," she admitted. She felt his whole body tense up.
"Why not?" he asked her stiffly. "Didn't you mean it?"
"Yes, Sousuke Sagara, I meant it. I love you," she put her hand on his mouth to stop him from speaking. "I wouldn't have told you because you don't love me," she kissed him softly on the lips.
"Kaname-" she kissed him again to stop him speaking.
"It's okay, Sousuke. I know you care for me. You'll protect me, that's more than anyone else has ever done," Sousuke frowned as she lay her head on his chest and held him. She didn't understand and he was unable to express it.
"Habibi," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer. She didn't hear him that time.
"Sousuke, whose apartment is this?" Kaname asked after several minutes had passed. He started laughing. "What?"
Kana mine; I wanted to surprise you," he said between bouts of laughing.
"What do you mean?"
"Come," he said; taking her hand and leading her back into the living room.
"These are my new living quarters," he said as if revealing a prize on a game show. Kaname would have laughed, but she was too delighted.
The room was a conglomeration of American, Japanese and Afghani decor. The walls were painted a soft blue with a deeper blue trim as a wainscotting. Her eyes danced over all the paintings and photographs scattered and clumped along the walls. There were pictures of desert scenes just as the sun was rising or setting; there was even one from the entrance of a cave looking out at rain as it poured down on the sand.
In each there was a young boy in the picture seeming to be lost in thought as he looked over the desert.
The paintings were a collection of more modern art with classically themed one's as well.
The floor was actually carpeted, with a deep plush carpet the color of cherrywood. He had a low table in the center of the room, traditional Japanese red maple that offset the lighter color of the carpet. She grinned when she saw the sixties American Diner style dining area. It was in sunshine yellow and chrome.
The whole room was draped with differing types of cloths. Different fabrics, colors and designs; giving the whole space the feel of a tent. Even the lighting seemed to emanate from a central point although the room was too well lit for that to be the case.
"Sousuke!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
"You like it?" he asked her. She turned shining eyes to him and gave him a smile that lit the room better than any light fixture could.
"It's perfect!" she said before throwing herself into his arms to kiss him again. He wasn't sure why she was so enthusiastic about it. She didn't bother to tell him how seeing this room; a blend of the two of them, spoke volumes about his feelings. She wasn't sure how she knew that he had chosen the decor, but she was.
"Show me the rest!" she said with a happy laugh. Hearing her laugh that way eased some of his own pain from earlier. He had at least made her happy. "There is only the bedroom and bathroom, Kana-chan. Did you not look when we were in there earlier?" he asked her with what she was beginning to learn was his teasing tone.
"I did not, military boy!" she responded indignantly. "Your mouth distracted me," she said, bringing a blush to his cheeks. He looked down at her chest, still only covered by her bra.
"Well," he drug the word out slightly "I do like the way you taste," he said seriously; making her blush in return.
"Let's just go see the room," she muttered, bending down to grab her shirt from the floor. He quickly took it from her hands and threw it into the chair that had been behind. She snapped her head to him, intending to yell when she saw the smirk on his face. She laughed and shook her head.
"Before we do, I have a question for you," he said.
"Okay," she replied slowly and suspiciously.
"What is the term for how you want to have sex with me?" Her brown eyes widened. She was stunned he'd ask that question; but at the same time she was glad.
"I want you to make love to me, Sousuke," she replied after a moment of staring at him. She watched him as he took in the information. When he nodded she turned back to the chair and grabbed her shirt again; getting it on and tying the two sides together before he could get it from her again. She had to turn away from him so he wouldn't see her swallow the lump the question had caused.
His warm hands slid around her waist from behind her and laced his fingers together on her flat stomach. She leaned back against him, enjoying his warmth. The sound of his breathing, soft as it was, was comforting as well.
"I need to apologize, Kana," he said. She tilted her head back to look at him.
"For what?"
"For not being able to express myself better," The raven haired teen shook her head.
"Sousuke, we don't always speak the same language," she said as she turned in his arms and put her hands on his shoulders. "But you …," she stopped and thought about it for a second.
"You make me feel safe, secure, special," she smiled at him; letting the love she felt shine through.
"Yet you felt as if I were only using you when we had sex?" he asked. She frowned as she thought about how to answer that and realised she didn't have a way to explain it that he would understand.
"Sousuke, I … I think maybe you should talk to Kurtz about the difference," she finally replied. "I don't know how to break it down for you," she admitted. He nodded his understanding before placing a gentle kiss on her left temple.
"May we please go see the bedroom now?" she asked him with mock pouting. He smiled at her and kissed her lips, again gently. She moaned against his lips and leaned into his body.
"Mmm, Sousuke, if you keep kissing me like that you'll have to carry me into the bedroom," she sighed against his lips. She heard him chuckle a second before he lifted her into his arms. She gave a short shriek and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Not a problem," he replied as he walked them back into the bedroom. This time she was able to take in the decor and she gasped with obvious delight.
"Sousuke! You remembered!" she squealed before squirming to get out of his arms. He found himself laughing with her as she ran to the bed he had ordered custom for her. The light color of the Japanese Oak stood a perfect contrast to the darkness of the rest of the room.
"Edo period and Japanese Oak! Sousuke, oh I do love you so much!" she shouted as she threw herself back into his arms, wrapping her lithe athletic legs around his hips and covering his mouth with hers to kiss him deeply. They were both breathless when the kiss ended and he was once again hard and throbbing as he pressed against her core.
"You only looked at the bed, Kana-mine," he said roughly.
"Right now it's the only piece of furniture I care about, please make love to me," she breathed against his mouth before coaxing it open again with her tongue. He groaned when she used her locked legs to leverage herself into a slow grind against his dick.
Sousuke took command of the kiss by making it lighter and softer; though he used his grip on her ass to press harder against her pussy with his dick. Her gasp of pleasure his reward.
Sousuke took his time kissing his Whispered lover, laughing softly when she moaned out idiot and tried to shift her weight to make him move.
When he finally relented enough to put her on the bed, it was only because she had come undone; drenching her shorts with her orgasm. He was unable to take his time removing their clothes; every time his fingers brushed her skin she gasped and groaned while she shivered.
He stopped to breath when he'd removed his boxers; staring at the raven haired beauty waiting with open body for him. He could smell her previous orgasm, could see the wetness of her labia. He breathed out a hefty huff and slid to his knees on the floor. He pulled her closer to him with her hips and began to lick her juices from her. Her hands immediately curled into his hair and she tugged him closer. Nine months of being together had neither diminished his desire for her, nor hers for him.
"Sousuke!" she shouted, pulling painfully on his hair. "Please! I need you inside me now!" her plea undid the last of his control and he moved quickly to enter her slick tight passage. Her orgasm hit before he was fully sheathed inside her and caught him by surprise. Her scream of pleasure rocked him to his core. He gathered in his arms and held her as she ground her pelvis against his. He was panting hard in an effort to pound into her. He covered her mouth with his in a ravenous kiss as he waited for her orgasm to subside.
He felt her body relaxing after another moment and rolled them over so she was on top.
"Ride me, Kana," he growled as he shifted her to her knees. She gave a half sob, half sigh as he filled her more fully. She faltered before she found a rhythm they both found pleasure with. He lifted his hips to thrust up into her with each of her downstrokes. His long solid fingers gripped her thighs until her own fingers reached for them. Their hands connected, fingers entwined while she undulated on him.
The two of them were panting, hanging on the precipice, unable to fall when Sousuke lifted his knees and planted his feet on the mattress. His next thrust up sent her flying apart, causing her to clamp hard on his dick; which sent him over the edge with her. He thrust into her twice more as he pumped his semen inside her, shouting as he came.
She collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard from their exertions. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly; she felt him fall into a doze.
Kaname Chidori lay on her lovers chest in a daze for a short while. Her mind then began to whirl. Before her mother had died Kaname had asked her how she knew her Father was the one. Her mother had smiled and told her of all things her father had done before they were married.
What he had done when they had gotten married. When Kaname mentioned he never told her he loved her her mother smiled that same smile and said, no. He never said he loved her. He showed her instead.
Sousuke was possessive, but he would let her go with her friends when she wanted. He was controlling, but only when it came to her safety. He hadn't ever tried to make her not be herself; and seemed to be upset if she wasn't behaving like herself.
Kaname then thought about all the other things he'd been doing for her; how he always walked her to and from school, he would bring home little surprises for her, and stayed with her when she was having a hard time dealing with the nightmares.
He never pushed her to talk about it either; just held her as she cried. Now he'd moved into the apartment next to hers and the decor was so obviously a mix of the two of them.
He called her his. She sighed as she looked at his sleeping face and made a decision. Maybe he didn't know he loved her, maybe that was the problem. He kept showing her how important she was to him.
So she was going to try to pay attention to his actions; not just his words.