What A Catch, Donnie

It was a warm night. The skies were clear, the stars were twinkling bright over the little town they'd stopped in for the evening. Akio had left the curtains open wide to let the moonlight pour into their tiny motel room, filling the small room with soft blue-silver light. Not that the room's other occupant had really noticed. The two were enjoying the love seat, which barely qualified as little more than a fat recliner if one wanted to be pedantic, and watching some late night broadcast of a movie from eight years ago with the best parts censored out. And, as Akio sat enthralled with the movie, Berserk lay across the couch, legs dangling off the arm, head on his lap and staring up at him.

Every chuckle or gasp, every tiny reaction to anything that happened in the boring old movie brought a smile to her lips. She bit her lip, blushing softly when he noticed her stare and rewarded her with a bright smile. He gave her hair, ever unkempt and tangled, a gentle caress; the young woman moaned softly, the fluttering in her chest picking up speed.

Maybe it was the light, casting a phantasmal glow across his already inhumanly wonderful face. Maybe it was the alcohol pumping through her system, she thought as she gently sat the mostly empty bottle down on the floor. But, something about that night was stirring up the butterflies in Berserk's belly...and stoking the fire a little bit lower.

"Ki?" she mouthed, the words catching in her suddenly dry throat. She licked her lips and took the last swig of her beer, throwing the bottle down again.

Akio frowned and cocked his head disapprovingly, "Beloved, you know better than to make a mess of this place. We were lucky to find accommodations under such short notice. It would be impolite to-" his lecture was cut off by a sudden, uncharacteristic giggle. The normally invincible hero fell back against the tiny love seat, doing what little he could to fend off his companions drunken fingers, slipping up the white undershirt he usually slept in.

"Kiiiii, you talk sooo muh...mush...much," Berserk slurred, giggling as she shifted her weight, moving until she had him pinned back against the arm of the love seat, "Shh.. don't talk anymore,"

Akio sputtered, finally managing to catch her wrists. The soft blush on his cheeks lit up bright red when he noticed the way she'd managed to slide on top of him; when he felt the way she was slowly grinding her hips against his. He glanced up, his breath catching in his throat. She was just inches from his face, her cheeks flushed with more than just liquor. She bit her lip, sliding his shirt higher.

"B-Beloved...thi-this is a," Akio cleared his throat, struggling to catch his breath. Her hands wandered to his chest, the mischievous intent from earlier gone, replaced by something far more... "In-inappropriate." He shuddered when she pressed her lips against his neck.

"Kiiii, shhh…" Berserk murmured, trailing kisses along his jaw, "You worrrry too muh...much," His grip on her wrists tightened; she paused, biting her lip again. "You don't...want to?"

That gave him enough time to catch his breath, and recollect his thoughts. The truth of it was…"Beloved, it's not that I don't desire to, erm…" his cheeks flushed again and Berserk responded with a dizzy giggle, "M-make l-love to you, I just…"

She shushed him again, this time with a feather soft kiss on his lips, "You don't have to be afraid."

"What if I hurt you?"

Another kiss, "I'm a tough girl, I'll be okay."

"What if...we do it wrong? I've never-"

Another kiss, this one longer, deeper, "Neither have I, so what? We'll keep trying until we get it right."

"What if it isn't...everything you imagine it to be? I don't want to-"

This time, when she pressed her lips against his, he welcomed her, moaning softly as her tongue slid into his mouth, gently massaging his before slipping away again. This time, he was the one left wanting more. "As long as it's with you, Ki, it'll be everything I've ever wanted,"

She peered into his eyes, the longing clear. She'd been patient, he couldn't deny her that. Akio nodded, his heart racing when her hands slid away from his chest, tugging at his waistband. He blushed again when she giggled, finally freeing him from his sweatpants.

Berserk giggled again and kissed his cheek, "You're all ready for me...good, I'm ready for you too, Ki," she murmured, sitting up and sliding her panties away.

His breath caught in his cotton-dry throat. A smile cracked through his apprehension when she nearly fell off of him, mumbling a drunken thanks when he managed to catch her, "C-Careful, B-Beloved, I cer-certainly don't wish for this first time to be our l-last," he joked, struggling to find the right words, feeling her hot sex so close to his member.

"Mmmm...yeaaah that would be b-baaad," Berserk giggled. She bit her lip, grabbing the back of the couch to steady herself. Suddenly, she regretted the sixth bottle, but she would be damned if she gave up this opportunity because gravity wanted to play her for a fool. Narrowing her eyes, and focusing all of her concentration, she took a deep breath and gently lowered herself onto him.

They both froze, breathing heavily. Berserk lost her grip on the couch and slid forward, but Akio caught her hips. She caught herself on his chest, tongue half hanging out of her mouth.

Akio swallowed nervously, "Are you...is it...does it hurt? A-Are you uncomfortable?"

Berserk bit her lip and pushed herself up, groaning and breathing heavily, "No! No...no it's...it's different...it's not what I ah!" she fell forward into his chest again. She thanked her lucky stars that Akio was as strong as he was. "D-does it...does it feel bad?" she asked sheepishly.

"N-no, of course not! It's, yes, d-different is a g-good word," Akio admitted, "but not bad!" he quickly added.

Berserk nodded, sitting up again, "Okay...okay, so now, I just need to…" She grabbed onto Akio's wrist, just in case gravity decided to be a jerk again, and slid back, then forward again. She shivered and winced. With a small nod, she did it again. Then again, and again. Each time, she felt her confidence growing just a little bit. She peeked up at Akio and a small grin spread across her face.

He had one hand dug into the love seat, so much so that his fingers had torn through the cheap fabric. He noticed her staring and blushed, "C-can I...sh-should I um-"

Berserk shook her head, thrusting again. The butterflies in her belly went wild when she felt him shake beneath her. Still biting her lip, so much so that she was afraid she may start bleeding, she bounced a little faster, a puff of air escaping from her own lips.

She finally let go of his wrist, leaning onto him for support. He began to grind in rhythm with her. He was the first to moan, the sound escaping from him suddenly. Another grin pierced through her concentration, quickly followed by a moan of her own.

"K-ki...h-hold m-my," His hands slid up her thighs, fingers unintentionally teasing her trembling backside, before coming to rest on her hips. She whimpered and nodded, thrusting a little harder, a little faster.

The look on his face, she realized she couldn't take her eyes away from him. Every moan, every desperate sigh and murmur of confirmation gave her a little more courage. "B-Beloved, you feel s-so-" when he lost his thoughts in a blissful cry, she felt the drunken haze clearing a bit more. She thrust against him a little harder, with a little more urgency. He was shaking, she thought with a smile. He had to be close, she could feel it!

"Ki...Ki, are you...is this okay? Do you.."

"Yes! Yes, please don't stop!"

Berserk's chest hitched and she felt wetness in her eyes. She nodded, gasping when he sat up to meet her in a sudden kiss. Her arms slid around his neck, her tongue explored his mouth. Now she was the one crying out with every thrust, she was the one trembling. Hot, fat tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Yes...Beloved, yes, I'm...I'm going to…" Akio groaned and Berserk lost her composure, thrusting quicker still. He exploded inside her. God, with every pump of his hips against hers, it was like a geyser erupting from an impossibly deep well of ecstasy. Every burst, every shot of him inside of her brought out an even greater need to keep going.

To do better, to be better. He deserved that; he deserved her everything.

It happened so quickly, she wasn't sure what it was before she was crying. Now he was thrusting into her, as she struggled to stay on top of him. Now she was the one trembling, the one on the verge of detonating. A hot flush rushed across her skin, sinking deep into her core. Berserk bit down on her lip, finally tasting blood when it happened. LIke a dam breaking, sweet release shot through her.

Gasping for air, glistening with sweat and quaking with sobs, she buried her face against his chest as he laid back against the love seat.

"Beloved, you're...you're cr-crying…" Akio whispered.

Berserk nodded, lifting her head and softly kissing his lips, "I love you, Ki. I love you, I love you, I love you," she kept whimpering, burying herself in his arms. She didn't need to ask him to hold her this time.