Author's Notes: Take this chapter.

Just.

Take it.

I got into a writing binge lately and I don't even know what to say to you. My words are failing me right now. I think I got them all out and now I don't have any left. My brain feels like someone grabbed it and wrung it out like a wet sponge.

Hey lookit that, I made a simile of a simile.

Yukari's body was practically humming with pleasure. While before it was hot and fast and they were both so excited... now it was warm and soft, but immensely pleasurable. He seemed to want her to take the lead, and Yukari was more than happy to oblige him because she knew he was terrified.

She knew it in the way his skin jumped when she touched his stomach and he had to pull away from her mouth just to breathe. Feeling the smooth, defined muscle shift under his skin sent a thrill through her like she didn't think was possible. His hands tightened on her hip and waist, his jaw was against her hair, working soundlessly as he fought to regain control over himself.

Admittedly, she was a little surprised about how tense he was; she knew a lot of him was muscle because he was a boxer, but she'd never really touched anyone like him before and the hard, smooth bumps of his straining six-pack gave her just enough of a mental image to leave her short of breath. Burying her nose in his collar, her hands were shaking as she dared to move them higher, the other detaching from his hair to join it's partner in their exploration.

He's so... hard, she couldn't help but think, as she ran her palms up over his stomach to the end of his ribs; his breath was hitching and his skin was a jumping mess, getting ferociously hot each time her hands passed over a new area. Akihiko had her pulled so tight into his body she was sure he was going to leave a bruise. Even when reaching around to his back, it was all muscle and bone in comparison to her own body, which was soft... and a little squishy. It was the only one she'd ever really touched, though there had been a boy she touched like this before it just wasn't the same.

It wasn't the powerful body she had in her hands now, nothing like the hard, incredibly masculine movement of muscle that was quick to remind her she was touching a man, definitely not a boy.

Feeling his head move and the planes in his back flex in the most enticing way, he was sighing into her neck and kissing the skin just there, below her ear. Yukari exhaled, angling her head to the side to bare more skin, her hands stilled, curling into claws at the shiver of pure need that ran from where his lips were right to her thighs.

Her nails scraped down from the end of his chest to the hem of his pants and his body curled and snapped into hers when she got past his lower stomach. There was a loud, uninhibited moan from him, one that had her skin breaking out in goosebumps, and as their hips were roughly brought together-

His stomach wasn't the only part of him that was hard.

"Yu-Yukari... I-" but she couldn't listen to him try to explain it away, or try to leave. He wanted her. And she quickly silenced any apology or protest by kissing him hard, pulling out from under his top to wrap around his strong shoulders and practically jumping on him. They both stumbled together, his body was so out of control he lost some of his infamous footing and she was pretty much hanging on to him with an iron grip.

There was a brief, hilarious moment when they nearly fell over and all they could do was laugh and kiss in between breaths, but any balance they had was quickly going. She attempted to steer them towards the bed, thinking that it would be much more comfortable if she wasn't on her toes just to kiss him, and as her calves met the wooden frame his eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of where they were travelling.

The tension in his body... was immense. His shoulders bunched up under her hands so much she was sure he had to be pulling something. Grey eyes were wide and looked... so uncertain and so terrified and his mouth was swollen and slicked and his cheeks were pink before the colour drained out of his face completely.

"What..." he breathed, his hands twisting in the material on her tank, "... what are we doing?"

It was a good question, and one that just brought up a whole bunch of other questions. What were they doing? How far were they willing to go? Was it even appropriate to be doing anything at all? Were they moving too fast? What were they to each other?

But she stubbornly pushed the thoughts aside. Since joining SEES, while she was happy to lend her strength to fight a good fight, she rarely got a chance to feel anything other than determination to win and the worst worry imaginable, and what she was feeling was so powerful and so incredible that stopping just wasn't an option any more.

Unless he wanted to stop.

And it wasn't just the ache in her body for him, it was the... affection she had for him. Neither of them had a particularly smooth run through life, and being there for each other over the past while made her feel something even more powerful than the achy throb between her legs. She wanted him, but she wanted all of him, not just the pleasure of kissing him (and maybe doing other fun stuff too) but his smile and his warmth and comfort and his history and opinions. She wanted to talk to him and hold him and be around him, she wanted to know what he was thinking and feeling even if he didn't know himself.

But if he wanted to stop, that was okay, because as much as she wanted him she didn't want to do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable or like he wasn't ready. Nothing good would come from that.

His eyes were searching hers, his chest was still heaving from their kissing and touching.

She stared back easily, her eyelids slipping down halfway, "... We just do what feels good, yeah?"

Holy... shit. If Akihiko had any doubts about what Yukari wanted, they didn't seem relevant now. He knew... next to nothing about the female anatomy other than what he learned in Biology class and the obvious stuff like breasts and... well...

He supposed if he made a quick comparison, he guessed the same areas that felt good on him would probably feel good on her. Her wondered if he touched her stomach and sides like that would it reduce her to the same drunken stupor he was in a few minutes ago? That which he knew from porn (he was still a teenage boy) suddenly didn't seem very reliable or, frankly, possible. He admitted that he was completely blank and incredibly uncertain when it came to touching her even though she seemed to just know how to touch him.

Where... felt good? What felt good?!

Were girls even made like that?

He realized he'd been thinking way to hard about it when, obviously getting impatient, the girl in his arms was fixing her fingers into the material of his top and leaning back, pulling him with her and for the life of him he just couldn't resist. Heart in his ears, Akihiko resisted the urge to shut his eyes from the incredibly erotic sight of Yukari underneath him, her hair splayed out on her bed, her hands reaching up to his face to pull him down for a kiss.

They were diagonal on the bed, his feet were still against the floor and there was no way they were both going to fit lengthways anyway. He wasn't sure whether to lie against her or not, would he crush her? Or would it seem... too much like sex?

Either way, with his position over her it gave him plenty of space to really explore her addictive mouth with his tongue and try to slow his erratic breathing. Finally managing to relax to the point where he could control his arms again, he used his left to hold himself up beside her waist, and the other to hold her hip, only because that felt natural.

But it wasn't... comfortable, and he knew if he just lowered himself on to her they would probably feel a lot better, and if their legs weren't at such awkward angles-

She shifted through the kiss, he could feel her hipbone working against his hand as she moved her legs from their tangled position... to settle on either side of his hips, her heel came up to press against the back of his thigh so he was forced to finally rest against her, and he just had to stop kissing her then because their hips came into full contact and it was just so intimate and resembled the act so clearly that he couldn't breathe.

His breath caught once, then again when his cock, painfully hard and pulsing was pressed against the juncture of her thighs, it produced a jerk in his spine and the air in his lungs rushed out in a shuddering wave.

"It's okay," she said against the corner of his mouth, one of her hands was in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder, "it's okay."

Excited, terrified and totally blinded by the white-hot pleasure in his veins, Akihiko couldn't stop his hips from tentatively moving against hers, his spine arching hard when the sheer weight of the situation settled on him and he realised he was practically all over the girl he's been fantasising about since the night he saved her.

The leg closest to the bed was starting to hurt, so he brought it up to rest on the mattress, curling in at the knee to rest against the top of the back of her thigh. The other foot on the ground helped him shift his body so he could push his hips harder against her, moaning when the heat spiked and the feeling knifed through his body hotly.

The hand previously holding himself up came down to grab underneath her, a shiver running through him when his hand caught on to the fleshy roundness of her ass and pulled her further against him. Arching underneath him, Yukari made this noise that had him breathing hard like he'd just been punched in the stomach.

It felt amazing against her, having her grab onto him like her life was on the line and hearing her make those little noises that made his hands shake. He wasn't usually a very vocal person, but he was sure he was moaning too because he could feel his throat working when she started kissing the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His skin was on fire and his muscles strained against the rush of pure lust that had him firmly it its grasp and if this was what sex was like, why didn't he do it more often?!

"Ah-Aki, Aki, kiss me," he heard her beg, and the sizzling feeling in his gut exploded all over his body at the sound of her voice and the way she said his name, so when he finally got her to turn her head he was devouring her and her gorgeous mouth.

He was going to come, he could feel it coiling in his gut at every moment of his hips against her, steadily growing into hard thrusts.

It was so much harder and so much better than anything he ever felt on his own with his hand, and he hoped she was feeling it too because it felt too amazing for just him to have.