17: Popsicle — Tachibana Makoto
Craving for the taste of your sticky sweet.

"Hmm. How about 2:30? Sound good? Yeah. Okay, great. See you later, Mako. Bye." The teen put the receiver down, and couldn't help but grin lopsidedly. Tachibana Makoto, six feet of muscle, was terrified of the Chemistry teacher, who, albeit being nearly a whole ruler shorter, gravely assured him that he'd fail her subject if he couldn't get his shit together and pass the last quiz before the exams.

Needless to say, [Name] was the perfect one for the job. Formulae the came to her almost as naturally as breathing did. For her, the Table of Elements was like a second alphabet. Although she usually beat people up with words and seemed like she had a few screws loose, she and Makoto surprisingly got along, and fabulously at that. Plus, she only lived a couple of blocks away, and she often had a lot of free time on her hands. Oh, and did he mention that she accepted payment in the form of food?

That afternoon, [Name] was locking her apartment door. Clad in a tank top, an unzipped hoodie, denim shorts, and boots, she jogged off, long [h/c] locks whipping behind her in the wind.

Ding-dong. The door clicked open, and Makoto's figure appeared, towering over [name]. She kicked her boots off. "Hey. Come on in," he held the door open and ushered her inside. Much to her surprise, the house was practically empty.

"My parents are out," he said, noticing that she was looking around.

"Oh. How 'bout the little munchkins?" She asked casually, as he led her up the stairs.

"Playing video games," he replied as he opened his own bedroom door.

[Name]'s subconscious pinched her. We practically have the house all to ourselves! But she slapped it down.

Twenty exercise problems later, Makoto slumped over his desk in defeat. "And you said this would be easy."

"I did," [Name] piped up, hanging upside-down from the side of his bed. "It would be easy for me."

Makoto started whining exasperatedly, as though Haruka's stripping habit was brought up into the topic. His emeralds were teary. "Well of course it would be, 'cause you're just lying there eating a pop…" He faltered. Then panicked again. "WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT!?"

"I was hungry, and I kept poking you for food, but you just shrugged me off. Then when I asked if I could get some from the fridge, you were like, 'Yeah, yeah.' Then you shooed me away. Were you possessed or something?" She now sat upright, and rolled her eyes at the tall boy. "Taking a break won't kill you."

But he wasn't paying attention anymore. Or rather, his attention was diverted. To [Name]'s chest.

She smirked upon noticing. When Makoto was unaware, she had shrugged her hoodie off, and now she was only in her black tank top, with a v-cut that was dangerously low. [Name] was rather well-endowed, and at the moment it was very evident. The top barely hid her dark purple bra, and it was also rather form-fitting.

[Name] was in those clothes. [Name] was on his bed.

Makoto blushed furiously at the scenario that began to play out in his head.

To hotly bother him more, name started eating her popsicle in a more suggestive way. Never taking her gaze off his, she licked the blue ice from the bottom up. Upon reaching the tip, she circled it slowly with her tongue, before biting a bit off. She kissed the dessert, and dragged her wet lips down the side. Closing her mouth around it, she sucked a bit, then released it with a pop.

Makoto was too stunned to move, and a bulge had already formed on his pants. Mouth agape, he silently watched as [Name] devoured the sweet frozen treat. She was torturing him badly. He was nearly driven past the brink of sanity, his hormones wild with want and need.

The popsicle was almost completely finished, and the last of it melted upon making contact with her lips. She let the liquid slide down her chin, and it dripped down to her chest.

At that moment, Makoto got a hold of himself. He stood and made his way to the door, and locked it. The click seemed to reverberate, and it seemingly sealed their fate.

The brunette crawled to the bed and straddled [Name], gripping the sheets. His eyes roamed her form and eventually stopped to focus on the drying trail of liquid between her full mounds. He lowered his head and slowly licking the trail, moving upward, mimicking her actions earlier. His tongue left a blazing trail in its wake as he neared her hot mouth. He slightly nipped on her full lips before claiming her with his own. Tongues danced intensely as they shared the sticky-sweet, tangy taste.

She had driven him mad, and now it was his turn to return the favor.

A/N:

DAMN THIS IS STEAMY. Wait no it ends here? Motherf-! WHYWHYWHY.

Admit it. I kill climaxes and it's frustrating. But I don't regret anything.

An earthquake hit our place recently, and yeah it's trending on Yahoo and wherever. So if you do your homework, you'd know my location. Fortunately it was a holiday at that time so we weren't in school. Our school's got cracks everywhere, so the exams are postponed, meaning prolonged agony and I can't update until- what, two weeks later? Yea. I'm so sorry guys, I really am.

On another note, I just started with SnK and like a fish, it was hook, line, and sinker. Expect an SnK fic by December, hoho. I'm also planning fics for Kyoukai no Kanata and Coppelion. -wink-

Review? Onegaishimasuuu. -weaboo mode-

=Cafe Lolita