What's this? An early drop and it's not Sunday?

Author's warning: Oh yeah this is a warning. Again this story is rated M for adult situations and recreational usage of marijuana. If that's not your thing, then it's cool to skip this chapter. No offense taken if so. If you are into the Lemon, then the juicy bit is towards the end of the chapter. Again, this is a code: Lemon. Proceed at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I don't intent on making a profit out of this (Unless dreams come true that is lol). It is inspiring to know that Mr. Kanzaka started off writing fan fiction himself. Maybe he got noticed like that, huh? Interesting!

Enjoy amigos!

Chapter Eight: Things that go bump in the night, OR UNDER THE INFLUNENCE

I felt my mind raced as I placed all the pieces that were gathering from what little information we manage to juice out that bandit before he tapped out. The following repeats in my head over and over; a demon lady with blue hair, who is escorted by two men, one a man with gills, and the other being some shark like hybrid. All of these points to this being an aquatic being of some sort, making me lean towards my intuitional guess.

"Any ideas Lina?" All of my companions' eyes were glued on me as I stood in the center of a prison cell.

"Oh. I think I have a lead." I clapped my hands together. "Let's go back into the kitchen and talk about it from there." We all made it back into the kitchen, and Pokota had a few more bottles of wine, special ones that his father had stashed away. He grabs a couple and places them in the center, along with what was left of the cheese and grapes. We helped by gathering the empty ones, and place them in a crate next to the cellar. The table was now cleared, and we all could sit comfortably around it. With me being across from the cellar's door, Gourry took a place to my left, to my right Proserpina chose her seat, followed by Zelgadis, then Amelia. Lastly Pokota sat next to both Amelia and Gourry. New wine glasses where set out for both Amelia and Zel, in case they wanted in on some wine. I know I sure do.

"And none for you." I snatch the glass away that sat in front of Gourry, who shouted in protest as he narrow his brows at me. I don't want him to collapse again, and break his head open. I waited for everyone to get situated.

"Alright." Everyone waited as they all had their focus on me again. "I may know who it was, but it seems rather far-fetch though, but here is who I think is it; Deep Sea Dolphin!"

"What!" Exclaimed everyone, save for both Gourry and Proserpina.

"Who is that?" Of course Gourry ask instead of the other, who isn't from here at all. No Gourry is just on another level that's not smart.

"Deep Sea Dolphin is the Demon of Water, she resides somewhere out in the demon sea. She is one of the Demon Lords created by Ruby eye Shabranigdo with the rest of the lords of our world." Zelgadis took the effort to at least answer for Proserpina's sake, as he gracefully poured himself a glass. "I could see why she may be behind it, but that's very rare these days"

"Oh yeah?" I said as I peer from over my glass. He nodded as he took a sip. "She has a notable tendency to go after anything she thinks has divine abilities." He had a point there, but it just seems odd.

"Are we sure it's even her?" Pokota piped up with his questioning, which was said out of reasoning. "You know how many demons are out there, especially with blue hair."

"True." Amelia was agreeing with Pokota. "We barely see really anything of her. So we don't know what she really looks like."

All three of them had a fair statement, but I was inclining with what my original idea was, only because my gut was completely with it.

"It just feels like it may be her." I turn my head to Proserpina. "You did land in her ocean, after all."

"Not by choice." Yeah her brother was the one that both opened and pushed her here in the first place. I think we all are now very aware that she wasn't to blame in the beginning. Now that I think of it, the storm and the kraken, plus the crazed citizens that went nuts at the sight of her all may be behind a certain demonic influence, which they are also close to her territory.

"Even more of a reason that it's her!" I slammed my hands down on the table, Zelgadis catching a bottle that was about to topple over. "Come on guys. It has to be her! I would even put bets on it that it's her."

"I would bet if I had the money." Pokota mumbled. "But why are you so hell bent to the idea that it's her behind all of this?" Am I the only one, other the Proserpina, who doesn't see any of the connections that are clear as day.

"Lina is implying her, since the henchmen that the crook described, had aquatic characteristics." Okay, Zel was going to go with me on this. "She is right, it may sound anomalous, but it's a possibility to consider."

Amelia blinked her doe like blue eyes, looking at both Zel and I with a real concerning look. "I think Ms. Lina and Mr. Zelgadis may be right about this." She then turns to Proserpina. "Are you scared of any of this?" The older woman shrugged. "I think it's pretty sweet." Amelia was really taken aback; I don't think she was excepting that from her, nor was I. I sorta chuckle at the response. Zelgadis cleared his throat and Pokota let out a long sign. Gourry blinked a few times.

"Wait? You think its cool be hunted by an evil demon queen?" He wagged his balled fist in her direction. "What is wrong with you?"

Proserpina gave a playful smirk. "Hm. Maybe I am getting bored with fighting all these humans. They're too easy. I need a challenge!"She roared and Amelia shrieked and grabbed on to Zelgadis sleeve. Proserpina got a kicked out of the girl's feedback and laughed a bit before continuing. "That's why I have the armor. I'm supposed to fight these types of guys." We all just stared at her. I opened my mouth to speak, nothing. I closed it, feeling rather odd about something. I'm under the impression that she…used to fighting those kinds of foes. Alright badass; I want to see how you would fair up to a monster like that.

"I've fought a lot of things back home, ranging from beings, of all types, that were possessed. I faced hordes and hordes of the ravaging undead, some mutated into basterds as tall as story! Do you think that I'm going to be scared of some demon queen?" Proserpina sounded exasperated as she pulled a rolled cigarette from behind her ear, and with a click, it was lit. "I even faced Azazelus once." So she has seen it all as well. Though even with how different things are here, I can't shake the feeling that she might've seen worse.

"Fearless,huh?" Zelgadis raised his glass. "I'd toast to that one!"I see where a bit of the admiration was in that statement. She rose to the toast, and rest of us followed in pursuit.

"To the fearless!" Glass clanked as we all brought them together and drank from them deeply. The atmosphere changed on a better note after the toast was made. A different topic came up as smoke from Proserpina joint crept though the area. She appeared to be enjoying herself.

"Say." I gestured at her, gaining her attention. "That magic you did back on that boat. What was that?" Her eyes bounced around as she was recalling the events. "Which one?"

"Both?"

She pauses as her lips pursed together for a second. "The first one was me invoking a power from Mercuris." I looked her funny; she is going to have to explain more about whoever Mercuris is, because that's my first hearing about them! "He's one of our god's from my world." I figured that, but what's his deal? "He's like a massager for not just the gods, but everything else that has a conscience, including humans and beings greater than our comprehension!" She took a long drag and held in her breath. "He moves quicker then light, and goes with the same for Liltha, can be anywhere he pleases. " She sighs and exhales the smoke she was holding in."Legends say that he is responsible for teaching humans and creatures, like dragons, language and how to trade their goods. It goes on. There is a whole mythos to his existence."

"That's pretty fascinating!" Amelia overheard our conversation and decided to put her impute in. "it sounds like your world has gods like we do."

"Yeah. We have a few or so."

"Hey!" I grabbed her arm, getting her back from Amelia distracting her from me wanting to know the second spell. "Oh that one… Chaotic Blast. Well it is as it sounds, a blast of chaotic energy, duh!"

Okay smart ass! But is it something that can be learned in this world. "I suppose. My mother did teach me that spell since I was able to talk." Wait, what? You have been learning how to use magic, since you were in diapers? Did she wait for you to at least start to say thing more advance, like using a sentence? WHAT KIND OF MOTHER DID YOU HAVE WOMAN?!

"I take it that you have used magic since a young age?" Zelgadis chimed in, sounding somewhat impressed. It is, yet to me, it makes me wonder about things, especially pertaining Proserpina's mother.

"Pretty much. I think I was six when I successfully recited my first spell." She glances to the side rubbing her chin. "She was so happy, but it made my dad feel some type of way." I CAN SEE WHY! I think eight or nine is the average age where people in these parts began their journey if they choose the magic user route, I know that how it was for me, But Six! That's insane!

"Ms. Proserpina." Amelia peeked over Zel to gaze in her direction. "Do you think you were a bit too young at the time?"

"We live in a secluded area, so I guess no?"

"That just could be there culture." Zelgadis suggested. "Or part of a tradition that maybe her mother was following." I stared at him in the more expressionless face I could do, which he caught and lifted his brow at me. "Lina. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Zel." I began. "Was it tradition for your great grandfather to turn you into a chimera-"

"Lina! Shut it-!" He lost a bit of his composer at that one and nearly lounges across Proserpina to get to me. Amelia warped her arms around his waist, trying to hold him back as she could. "Mr. Zelgadis! You need to calm down!"

"I was just trying to make a point." His nostrils flared as he resumed back in his seat, arms crossed and a frown scorn across his face. I sat back and kept my gaze from him for a bit. Proserpina shifted in her seat, taking another puff.

"Proserpina." Pokota motioned his head towards her. "What is that you're smoking over there?"

She let out a soft laugh. "Do you remember the conversation about the seeds we had earlier?" He nodded. "Well this is one of its many uses after it is properly harvest."

"Oh so it's like tobacco?" She shook her head. "Not quite. It's better in my opinion." Pokota reached out his hand. "Mind if I give a try?'

"Ha! Sure dude." She passes it to him, and he brought it to his lips. "Just be careful when you pull from that. You're going to cough enough if you take in too much-"Just as she warned him, he gagged as fast as he inhaled that substance. I've never seen someone cough so hard before. He was turning red, and grasping for air. Amelia rushed to his side, placing her hand on his chest, rubbing it in attempt to steady his breathing.

"Girl, He will be alright." Proserpina said in an amused way. "I did the same thing on my first go. Hell my dad told me to 'Cough to get off."

"I wonder now about your parents and what kind of people they were!" Amelia shouted over Pokota wheezing. "He can suffocate, Ms. Proserpina!" Eventually, his coughing slowed, and he regained his posture. 'Whew." He gasped. "You make it look so easy."

"Sorry?" he stared her down as he took a second hit. This time he didn't cough, at least not as much as the first time. "Mm." He grunted as he passes it back to her. Amelia glared at Proserpina for a few minutes before turning back to Pokota. "Let's get you back in your seat." She helps him (more like his arm around her the whole time, with Zelgadis giving him this stink eye) back in his chair, and he lets out a long sigh of relief. He is still, staring off somewhere pass or between Zelgadis and Proserpina.

"Whoa." He mutters. Amelia glances at him with her brow raised. "Are you okay, Pokota?"

"Oh yeah." His eyes still transfixed on whatever he is zoning out on. "I think I feel something…" Proserpina busted out laughing, wiggling in her chair. "Ha! Please do share how that feeling is."

Pokota grins all lopsided. "It's like…I feel all warm and glowing!" She giggled loudly as she took her a hit.

"This is great!" She exhales. "How do you like that feeling right now?" He smiles even more as he bobs he head. "Now you know what you're in for, huh?" She snickered as Amelia gave Pokota a dirty look. "What does Ms. Proserpina mean by that Pokota?" He chuckles a bit before licking his lips. "We made a arrangement earlier, which will help me make some gold, Hopefully."

"Hopefully?" Proserpina looked like she was a bit offended by that. "What do you mean 'Hopefully'? You do everything right then you will be on the make!"

"On the make?" Gourry scrunched his faced up. "What is that? Is that a type of bread?" We all groan in unison. Amelia had the look on her face that she had something, or a lot of say about what the arrangement. "I sure hope that people aren't harm by this idea." Meanwhile Proserpina had taken out her stash container. "It's not going to hurt anyone. "The most it's ever done was made someone passed the hell out and wake up half an hour later, only to eat nearly everything in their kitchen." That doesn't sound too serious. I heard of more messed up things that happened to people who were drunk as a skunk, or being killed sober by someone who was drunk. Irony is that alcohol and violence have such a bloody close history that goes hand in hand, like a marriage. Though Pokota seem like he was in some kind of bliss like state.

"One of you needs to try that." He looks at me, his eyes in a dazed. "Especially you, Lina." I glowered in his direction; what the hell did he mean by that?

"Actually, I wouldn't mind." What? Zelgadis? Really? My eyes bounced from him, Proserpina, and to Amelia, who was scowling at the both of us. "Mr. Zelgadis!" He slowly turns his head at her. "What are you thinking? Did you see what that did to Pokota-"She thrusts a finger, pointing at the guy, who acknowledges, but laughs as she waves it in angry fashion "Now he's acting strange."

"Amelia." He mumbles softly as he grabs her hand gently. "I'm Fine! You are the one acting strange."

"I'M NOT THE ONE WHO NEARLY CHOKES TO DEATH FROM SMOKING! AND STOP LAUGHING-!" While she was preoccupied with Pokota, Zelgadis took the opportunity to grab the cigarette from Proserpina and sneak a decent puff. At first it goes smoothly, but as soon as he exhales, he begins to cough softly. He then places his head in his arms, in attempt to muffle it from Amelia hearing it.

"I want some!" Gourry leaned across the table to snatch it from Zel's hand. I realized that it may not be a good call if Gourry was to take part in that! I yanked his elbow before he brought the thing to his lips. We both struggled against each other before he switch hands and manage to sneak and puff off of it. He too was shortly sent off into a fit of hacks as I snatch the damn thing from his grasp. Great, I don't even know if I should consider trying it myself. Gourry was still gasping for air; Pokota was cracking up as he was play fighting with an enraged Amelia. As for Zelgadis, he was just lifting his head up, peeking around, seeing what everyone was doing. Proserpina just sat back, like if she was some kind of a professional at this. Gourry slowly sank back own in his chair as cleared his throat, grabbing his glass of wine. I stared at the thing in my hand; it had shrunk from its original size, the tip smolder as smoke twist and curled above it.

"It's up to you doll." I heard Proserpina say to me as I continue to examine the joint. "No pressure. If you not interested, then you can pass it back." I gave one more glance at everyone, Pokota still laughing, his arms locked in a playful headlock as Amelia thrashed about, screaming at him. Zel look peaceful, with his chin resting on his folded arms, quietly watching everyone in the room. Gourry on the other hand, was staring at something, like Pokota did but more intense. I could have sworn I saw some drool form on the corner his mouth as his head tilted to the side.

Maybe everyone just reacts differently… I bought it closer to my lips, proceeding to take the tiniest hit I could. The filled my mouth, and the taste was familiar, reminded me of fresh porridge. Odd! I took a second attempt, a slightly bigger intake then the previous, I felt it burn as it entered my lungs, and I too, went into a spasm of coughs. I felt a rush to my head, and next thing I knew I needed to sit down, and so I did. I started to feel lightheaded, but not the dizzy sick feeling, but rather a pleasant tug that was followed by a strange uplifting feeling. I felt my arm expand out as I return the last remain of the joint, her fingers where cool to the touch as she gingerly removes it from my hand.

"It's not that bad." I heard myself say as turn my head to her. She extinguishes the last bit into an abandon wine glass. "Other than the coughing part."

"You'll get use to it." He causally said as she brushed back some of her hair. Her golden eyes flickered around as she watched everyone in the room. Amelia and Pokota had calmed down; she huffed as she readjusts her robes. "I need to start heading back soon before Daddy starts to worry." She mutters as she fixes her amulet.

"Why not stay the night?" Pokota suggested and she shook her head. "I promise daddy to help him set out closer to the territory to set up a camp."

"Just leave early in the morning." He puts his hands together. "Please Amelia…"

"Fine," She crossed her arms."But you better have a carriage ready for me in the morning."

"Deal then. I'll have the ready." Pokota reclaim his seating and the same with her. Zelgadis slowly moved his head to where it was resting in his hand. He had a small smirk as his eyes shifted from Proserpina, to Amelia, then to me.

"Are you alright over there?" I couldn't hide the playfulness in my tone. He closes his eyes and nods. "How about you?" He asks in a low voice. I looked at him and giggle, I didn't want to stay it in front of Amelia, but I was feeling that similar cloud nine feeling that Pokota described, and I think Zel was there as well. For once he looked somewhat content. "I'm worried about Gourry." He nudged his head in his direction; poor guy was somewhat in a sleep like state. I waved my hand at him, dismissing him. "He's going to be okay." Gourry slowly opened his eyes, and brought himself forwards. He yawned and stretches, and rubbed his abdomen. He groans "I'm starving."

Pokota seem to have an endless supply of cheese, dry, salted crackers, and grapes available as any kind of nourishment. We all raided in his cupboards, looking for anything that is still decent enough to munch on. We grabbed what we could, and set them all upon the table. Gourry halts from his path to the table, and glares at the window.

"Is it me, or do I feel like we are being watched?" I think it's you, I don't sense anything, and Zel isn't reacting to whatever. Proserpina looked at him as she was setting up varies of items (that she pulled out of her Pandora's box) along with whatever we grabbed. "Gourry! Chill out. You're just being paranoid."

Soon we were all eating, nibbling off of a bit of this cheese, and some of these grapes. Proserpina had opened something that made a bunch to noise as she torn its package open. Thin, yet crispy circle like things laid in contrast to the metallic bag it resides in. I took one, gave it a sniff. Hmm, it had the smell of saltiness and potatoes. I glance at her as I open my mouth and took a bite. It crunched as my teeth broke into the circle, which most of it crumble and broke. I tried to put the whole thing in my mouth as I chomped down. "Mmm." The flavor burst on my taste buds. How can something be so simple, taste so delicious? I dove in for some more of those, piling them up on my plate.

"Don't eat all my chips, Lina!" Proserpina fussed as she pulled the bag a bit out of my reach. She slammed a jar right in front of me. "Here some dip to go with it." Gourry stared at it as I opened the lid, a loud pop emits from it. Inside was some white, goopy looking stuff that smelled like onions. I dipped a bit on my finger, and gave it a taste as well. It was just as good as the chips; she did say this was dipped right? What if I take this chip and dip it in? Oh Gods! They should be something forbidden combined. I saw Zelgadis silently express amusement as he watches me while he ate at a piece of cheese. Gourry chomped away on anything that was edible in front of him, even a few of my chips. I went to swat at his hand, which he moved away quickly, stealing a pinch with him. We had our good share, at least something that will keep us over until we go to a town. Gourry yawned, and Amelia followed in pursuit. Ugh. That's so contagious; here I am fighting the urge to do so!

Amelia was the first to leave the table, after she gave everyone a hug (even Proserpina, who was hesitate at first) and said her good nights. Pokota escorted her to the room where she was to stay tonight, he returned shortly, closing the door behind him. While he was gone, Proserpina had loaded up her bowl, and was smoking out of it. He caught a whiffed of it. "Oh, let me get some!" She hands it over. He exams it; unfamiliar with how it is used.

"Here. Plug this little hole with your finger and I'll light it." And with that, Pokota exhales, blowing smoke over the surface of the table. He didn't retch all over the place like he did before. He waved in our direction. "I don't know about you, but I'm beat. I think I'm going to call it a night. Do you want me to show you all to you rooms before I call it?"

The five of us stride our way though the corridor of the palace that lead to a grand stair case, we climbed the two flights, which broke off into a smaller lobby with four doors, two on each side.

We made it to the first series. "This one is Amelia's." He motioned to the first one. I would have knocked, but she is probably already asleep. "This one is yours Lina." He opened the one across from Amelia's. "That one is Zelgadis's." He pointed to the one next to mines, then to the one across to it. "And that one is for Gourry." That left Proserpina without a room.

"Where am I sleeping?" She asked Pokota, arching her eyebrow. He winked at her. "Oh you can sleep with me." He stated in both a mixture of hopefulness and causality.

"Like the hell I am." Proserpina folded her arms as she turns her back to him. "I'd rather sleep in a tree."

"I'll give her my room." Gourry step forward until he was at my side. "I'll sleep in Lina's room." That was really nice of him; I beamed at him as he said his farewell for the night to the other two as well all retreated into our rooms. These were nice, grand ceilings, bold blues, coral reds and aquamarines contrast with gold trimmings. A huge bed was in the center of the room; above it hung a skylight, with a sheer canopy encasing it. I watched as Gourry made a bee line towards it, jumping as he landed belly first on it. The bed bounced from his weigh, and I heard him left out a sigh of comfort. I took the opportunity to get comfortable myself as I begin to remove my mantle, then my boots. I slipped my tunic over my head; a slight blast of cool air hit my bare skin, causing me to shiver a bit. My hands shaking as I untied my under shirt from my tunic.

"Lina." I heard Gourry and I jumped, snapping my head to see him now sitting up on the bed. I jumped and tired to cover my exposed breast, mainly because I just don't want to hear another flat chest joke-"You know. You really don't look flat without a shirt on." I felt the tip of my ears burn and I wrestle the fabric over my head, pulling my hair out as I did my best to avoid Gourry's gaze. After getting myself dressed for bed, I hop in the area next to Gourry, tugging the comforter over my freezing feet. I nestle in as I pulled the blanket to my shoulders, Gourry inch closer to me, till I can feel his breath tickle my face.

"Hey." He voice was soft, smoothing and deep. I fluttered my eyes open, and was greeted by his intense blue ones. "I've been thinking," His hand went up to my face, where I felt the tips of his fingers brushed at some hair that was there. "We have known each other for a really long time, huh?" I nodded, smiling a bit at him. "Maybe a little too long." We both chuckled at my joke, and then Gourry looked dead serious.

"Lina, I've been thinking." He licked his lips. "We have been though a lot. So I was wondering if we can take this to the next level."

"What do you mean by that?" I had no idea what he meant by that, yet my heart begin to pound against my ribcage. He shifted on his side and moved closer to me. I could feel his warmth radiating off of him as he arms wrapped around me. "It's not easy to explain, so let me show you." He inched closer, and I can feel myself panicking when his nose brushed up against mines. There was something with him being so near that was strangely comforting, or maybe it was the part when his lips brushed up against mines that made me feel a sensation I barely felt before. Whatever it was, it grew more as what started out as a light kiss, became something more as the passion grew. I fought for the air the longer his mouth lingered on mines, finally with a gentle shove he unlatch.

"Gourry," I gasped, regaining my breath. "You have to take your armor off." His eyes went wide as he shoot up in a frenzy, tugging at the straps as he loosen each section of his armor, and with a thud, they all piled onto the rug below. After he straightens out his blue shirt and matching trousers, Gourry hopped back on, and reclaimed his spot next to me. "Where were we?" He purred as he pulled me back to his lips, and the fervor grew back with more of a kick then before. It really hit me hard, as I realize that the feeling was mutual. He broke from my lips and landed kisses below my chin, and planting ones on my collar bone. His hand wonders up my night shirt, tracing up my belly, and across the sensitive skin of my breast. One of his fingers innocently rakes across my nipple, which made me twitch slightly. I pushed one of mine into his, admiring how soft his skin really is.

"Gourry. I'm mad." His eyes opened as he looks concern. "About what?" There was a genuine confusion in his tone and I giggle silently. "How come your skin is so supple and velvety?" One of my hands travel a bit lower, passing his chest and across his abs. There was a flash in his eyes as I stop my palm right at his hips. "I dunno Lina." He gently grabs my wrist, pushing my hand a bit lower, and passes his inner thigh. "That's just something I have I guess." I felt the delicate fibers of his under garments, and something fleshy, yet hard pulse next to my thumb. It throbs again, enticing my curiosity. I stoke it with my thumb, which cause Gourry to breathe a moan. Is that what I think it is? He gave a stronger reaction when my fingers flexed around it, grasping both its length and girth. So this is a guy's manhood? Yes I am aware of what a penis looks like, just not one in this state, or better yet Gourry's. His hand warped around mine as I held on to his member, pushing down, then back to its tip, then down again. His breath labor as the pace as quicken, and his lips where back on mines. He broke momentary to remove his shirt, lifting mines as well. The cool air tingle as my breast where revealed once more. Gourry trailed kisses down my neck, past my shoulders, and stopping in-between my breast. I felt his tepid breathing on my nipple as his hot tongue darted across it. I felt a moan vibrate from my throat when he does it a second time, a louder one escapes when his mouth covers it and a light suckling is done. I didn't understand why, but holy shit it felt great! The cold shocked me as he switch to the next, which caused me to moan a bit more a he repeats what he did to the previous. I panted when he came to a halt, a heat begin to build up in a groin. He returns again to my lips, his skin brushing up against mines as he pressed against me. He stares at me for a moment, a state of bliss hung heavy in his eyes.

"Are you comfortable with this?" I think I am, so I nodded. If I wasn't, he would know. I would say something of course, and Gourry is the type of guy to respect that. I think that is one of the things that make him different then other dudes. He sinks back in to the nook of my neck, and I felt his brush up against my ears. "Tell me if you don't like something." I nod again, and his postures himself on one his arms, as his free hand travel into my night shorts. There was a pleasuring sensation as his touch grazed my sensitive mound; his palm rests on the top as his fingers traced the outline of my vulva. He prolongs this motion until I felt something built. Gods it was getting sensitive!

"Gourry!" I gasped. "What are you doing?" My breath hitched as he slowed his movement. His eyes darted to mines. "I'm trying to get you off." He stated in a deadpan tone. I narrowed my brow in confusion; what did he mean by that? His gaze softens as he stops what he is doing. I could feel a throb under the pressure of his hand as it rest there. "You don't like it?" He asks his voice wary a bit because of my reaction. To be honest, I never really experience it. It's not like I over hear people around me talk about it, but it's just something I nether had the interest or time to do so. To add to that, I just told him that it's my first time. "So you never had that happened to you?" I bobbed my head; too embarrass to answer out loud.

"I didn't mean to panic." Yet I did, but now since I've become more aware of the process of what he meant by that. He seems to understand that, but I didn't want it to stop. So I quietly bit my lip and grind my pelvis against his palm. I think he caught on to the gesture, and started over with that he was originally doing. "Lina, I get it that it's your first time." He mumbled as he lean in closer to my face. "You just let me know when you are okay, or even if you don't want to go further with me. You can tell me to stop okay." He patted light pecks on my cheeks, as a couple of his finger pushed aside the crouch of my panties. He kisses me hard, as one of his fingers slowly slipped pass my labia; his tongue tracing my mouth as his digit wiggling into my opening. When I was expecting pain, turns out to be the opposite. His finger sat there until he began a circular motion inside and that on the top of my womanhood. That pleasure returned, even stronger as he sped up his actions. I soon felt a wondrous force that grew from there and spread upwards until it grew until a pressure. I moaned involuntary against Gourry's mouth as energy built on, causing me to quiver against him. I shook more as I felt something pushing me over the edge as I felt like I would explode any minute.

"Gourry… what's-Ah!" It was like something being both torn yet brought into existence at the same time. I felt the sense of my entire being carried away, but not in that of you actual soul being stolen, but in a state of ecstasy. I tremble as it course throughout my body, he carefully removed his hand. His middle finger glistened in the light as I watched him wipe it on a sheet nearby. Was that from me? I thrust my own hand to investigate where it was from, and I'll be damn. I was slimy, just like a fish. I was unsure about it, I gave it a whiff. I even smelled like it. Why did I do that?

"Oh Lina! that's natural!" Gourry chuckled as I whence, cleaning it off as much as I could. I gave him a sideways glance, an eyebrow raised as he turned a bit pink. "What? It just means that the body is ready for sex."

'For Sex?!' I felt a bit of anxiety built up as I question the idea of how someone of Gourry caliber could have so much knowledge about the inner working of Mother Nature. I tiled my head as I peered at him, which he acts nervously at my gaze. I grew even more suspicious.

"What would you know about sex then?" I could hear my voice slightly shake as I fought the urge to even image what was Gourry's history before we meet. He held his hand together. "You forgot I was in a war before I was a mercenary." He spoke softly, which had a somewhat calming effect as I listened to him explain. "I would overhear things the guys talked about doing to their wives or women when they got back home." So he just wanted to experiment these reenactments of these soldiers' exotic ideas, deciding that once he met a girl he could trust that is. I admire Gourry for his nobility at times, and flattered at the same time that he decided to do these things to me. I felt me face grew hot, and I could stop myself to ask about what kind of things he had heard during that time. He actually stared blankly as he tried to recall something, but nervous chuckle when he claimed that he 'suddenly forgotten." Sure, go jellyfish for brains when it's convent for you! I acted out as I plopped back down on the mattress; Gourry crawled up to my side, nestling next to me. Something hard grazed up against my hand as he grinds up on me. "Lina." With my lips pursed I looked at him. "Do you think you're ready?"

"For what?" I think I was following, but I didn't want to assume. He rubbed on me again, this time I realize what poked me; it was his hard member. I caught his drift. I felt my heartbeat picked up as I look dead in his eyes. I licked my lips, but my mouth was suddenly dry as a desert.

"Gourry." I tried my best to remain calm and not freak out. He won't get mad if I'm not ready. He even said to say stop if I'm not comfortable with the idea of that level of intimacy yet. I cuddled to him as I explain. "Where do you think babies come from anyways?"

"I think they came from storks." Are you pulling my leg now at this time dude? Do you really think that is where children originated from? No! I gritted my teeth as I explain its sex that makes them! "Didn't your parents tell you at all?" He just stares in silence. I groaned as I buried my head in his chest. I'm going with maybe they did, and he isn't just great at remembering, that's all. I sighed as I tilted my head upwards, directly making eye contact with him.

"I'm just not ready." He held me close as he gently smiled, kissing my forehead. "That's okay." He grabbed the blankets and pulled them over the both of us. "I am okay with going at your pace. You're still innocent." Are you certain? I know how sex works, yet you are the one who think kids get dropped off at people's doorsteps by giant water birds. It's apparent that I'm the brains in this dynamics, but despite of this polar opposite of him being the lame one, he still brings me a sense of balance I can't explain. I have trouble accepting this a few years ago, but now, it just feels like it's at the point where it's natural. The connection between him and I was never forced, but something that fell in place. I appreciate this patience he has with me, and I snuggled closer to him. I felt safe with him, no matter where we are.