Summary: A few minutes before closing up her clinic for the evening, Litchi is ambushed by a hobbling dancer who recently injured himself during a stage performance. Sympathetic, Litchi takes him in and keeps him company during the night. (Amane x Litchi)


At Litchi's clinic, in the heart of Orient Town, the good doctor and her precocious teenaged assistant clean up the main entrance. It's been a slow, meandering day of dusting windows and sweeping floors as barely anyone has entered the clinic today. Litchi supposes she should be grateful that no one's sick enough for a visit, but even a mail call would be appreciated.

After disinfecting a series of medical tools she may need for the rest of the week, Litchi undoes the ties to her hair and tells Linhua to run home.

"Huh? Are ya sure?" Linhua's brow arches. "I got time to spare if you need a hand cleaning up the office."

"Thank you, Linhua, but I've got a handle on things here. It's been so slow, I doubt we'll have any patients tonight." Litchi puts away cleaning products in a broom closet. "Now go on, shoo shoo. Night's still young, you should run along and enjoy your evening. You did a great job today."

"Now I'm gonna feel all bad. I don't wanna leave you here by your lonesome, but I guess it can't be helped." Linhua sighs, but smiles nonetheless. "I'll bring breakfast tomorrow and make it up to you, doctor. Promise!"

"Alright, alright, if you insist," Litchi smiles warmly at her. "Make sure it's nothing too heavy, okay? Jian bing and coffee is fine for me, thanks."

"Man, that's it? I guess I can pad it out a bit." Linhua giggles, clearly not taking her request seriously. "I'll stop by that bakery on the way, too while I'm at it. We haven't had donuts in the office for awhile!"

"Oh, you..." Litchi doesn't have the heart to resist sweets or Linhua and concedes to her assistant's plans. "So much for my diet..."

Litchi escorts Linhua to the door once she has her things and sends her home, leaving Litchi by her lonesome. While rolling stiff shoulders, Litchi locks the door and checks her watch-half-past 7; only another hour till closing. She supposes she can process some doctor fees until then and finish what she had for lunch; the sky train to Yabiko isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"I'll try not to stay too late..." Litchi muses aloud. "To think I have a husband to come home to now... Hah, how times have changed."

Litchi entertains the memory of bright, flashing casino lights and the enthralling scent of cigars and alcohol that was present at her and Kagura's "wedding," a ceremony only attended by her, her husband, and a "priest" in a torn suit-jacket. They exchanged drunken vows and sloppy kisses before consummating their union five times over in the adjacent motel. Sure, she was drunk and had the mental clarity of a sponge, but it was fun and Kagura's a pretty nice man all things considered. She at first wanted them to annul their marriage once it became clear to her that what they did was a little impulsive (and dumb), but Kagura, in his usual playful bravado, insisted they stay together. So far, no complaints, and honestly, that's fine with her; so long as he continues to support her, she doesn't really have a reason to leave him.

"I hope he isn't driving Rachel up the wall... I know she isn't too keen about his antics." Litchi walks to her office as she recounts Kagura's plans for the day. "Aw, I'm sure they're having a good time. If he bugs her too much, I wonder if she'll appreciate a girl's night out instead." Her cheeks warm at the thought and she has to fan herself to keep intrusive thoughts at bay. "Oh my, lookit me! It's like med school all over again!"

Litchi giggles like a schoolgirl as she pads away to the back of the clinic, but a frantic knock on the door stops her in her tracks.

"Huh? A patient?" She turns around and blinks. "So late? Well, business is business."

Litchi rushes to the clinic door, taking out keys to unlock it so she can let whoever it is inside. Once she does, she's greeted by a tall lavender-haired man with tears in his eyes and a hand holding his ankle. Immediately, she rushes him inside and supports him with her body.

"A-Are you alright?" She asks him.

" Noooo !" He sobs. "I think I broke my ankle!"

"Oh dear, come on now, come on," Litchi helps him walk. "Let's get you checked out."

The man whimpers as he lets her take him to the back where she lays him on a bed. He refuses to look down at his foot while Litchi examines it.

"Tell me what happened? Did you take a tumble? Hit it against something?"

"I was performing at a venue, and I tripped and fell off the stage! It hurts so bad, I really do think it's broke!" He whines. "I haven't been brave enough to look, but I swear the bone's popping through my skiiin!"

"It's okay, hon, you're fine. There's nothing sticking out of you." Litchi shakes her head as she pokes around his ankle. His skin is a little bruised, but nothing here that'd indicate a fracture. Still, Litchi asks questions to determine if it's anything serious. "Can you tell me where it hurts?"

" Eep !" A poke around his achilles has him whining. "I can't tell, everything hurts!"

Of course it does, Litchi says to herself. The man's simply histrionic, it seems, but thankfully she knows how to deal with histrionic patients.

"Hold on, let me get you something. Looks like you may have twisted it." She stands up to get some gauze and medical tape. "Do you need anything? A glass of water?"

"Uh-huh," He nods. "On the rocks if you could..."

Litchi rolls her eyes once her back is to him before running off to get supplies as well as his water. Once she returns, she wraps the gauze around the man's ankle with expert technique while he lays propped against a pillow, idly sipping on his water.

"There you go," She tucks some hair behind her ear once she's done. "Looks like you just bruised the bone, nothing serious. Real common when you're dancing. Just keep weight off for a few weeks and you should be as good as new."

"...Okay, if I must," He stirs the ice in his glass around with his straw. "You wouldn't happen to have any pain killers, do you?"

"Certainly. I have a few bottles of acetaminophen I can give you if you'd like."

"Hmm, I guess so..." He pouts, apparently not excited about her answer for whatever reason, but fixes his face nevertheless. "My humblest apologies for intruding on you like this, Doctor...?"

"Faye-Ling. Dr. Faye-Ling, but everyone just calls me Miss Litchi." She tells him kindly. "And don't you worry about a thing. You're the only patient I've had all evening, so you can stay as long as you need to."

"My troupe should be on their way to come get me, so I'll be out of your hair soon." He finishes his drink and sets it on the table. "My, you're just as lovely as your bedside manner, Miss Litchi. I've heard rumors of a fair and very pretty doctor in this district, and am I to rightfully assume that's you?"

"Oh stop it, you're just being cute." She laughs. "There are plenty of fair and pretty doctors in this part of town, trust me. I just happen to be the first one you came to."

"Nonsense, dear, I had lunch earlier today and my fortune cookie told me I'd find beauty in the most unexpected places. Little corny, yeah, but I don't write those things~" He shrugs. "Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I? My name's Amane Nishiki, and I've been scouting this side of the city for some talent with my troupe. If you've ever had any interest in dancing, I implore you to check us out, we're always open for new recruits."

"Aw, the pleasure is mine, Amane." She laughs. "I already do a fair amount of dancing in my spare time, but I don't think I'm good enough to be in a troupe."

"Ohh~? Dish, dish, dish, I'd have never known!" Amane sits forwards, amused. "What does a fine lady like you like to practice? Ballet? Zumba?"

"...Acro dancing, mostly. It keeps me spry and limber, and it's a heck of a workout, so I try to do it as much as I can." Not willing to say "pole dancing" with new company, Litchi keeps her answer classy. "Ah, but before I get too comfy, would you be willing to fill out a check-in slip for me? It's just some info I need just in case you ever decide to come back here again."

"Of course, dear, anything you want."

Litchi walks into her office and returns minutes later with a patient chart for Amane to fill in. As they sit there and wait for his troupe to arrive, they banter and make light-hearted conversation, for so long in fact that Litchi feels comfortable enough with his presence to share with him her long forgotten lunch.

"Oh I could not ," Amane lays a hand on his chest when Litchi offers him three fat steaming bao buns on a plate for him. "Enjoy your food, darling."

"It's no big deal, I have plenty more in the fridge." She puts the plate on his lap. "Go on, eat, eat! I make plenty for me and my assistant; it's just going to go bad otherwise."

"Well if you insist!" Suddenly unconcerned with taking food from her, Amane helps himself to Litchi's cooking without a second thought. "Oh my God, this is to die for! Like, way better than the slop I've been eating at those little holes in the walls outside!"

"Thank you, it's a family recipe." She bites down into her own bun and covers her mouth as she speaks. "It's all in the meat; short-ribs and bone marrow. I'm such a snob... I've inherited my grandmother's cooking skills, so I can only eat my own food now."

"Ugh, who wouldn't though, right?" Amane takes a hearty bite out of his share. "Man, it's so juicy, and creamy, and fatty... Ugh, I'd kill for a beer right now. It'd pair so well with this!"

"...Beer?" Litchi peers over her shoulder, then at her food. Amane is right; this would go well with some beer. She does have a bottle of flavored baijiu chilling in there, but would it be wise of her to drink right now...? Maybe she'll have a little glass and chase it down with some water? Yeah, that should be fine.

"While I don't have any beer, I might have a little something-something in my fridge," Litchi stands up, winking at him. "Don't tell anyone about this though, okay? It's our little secret~"

"Hear no evil, see no evil! You have my word!"

"That's what I like to hear," Litchi struts away to grab the baijiu in question. "Be right back!"

After grabbing two small cups and some coasters, Litchi returns with alcohol and happily shares it with Amane. Having quickly forgotten (or rather ignored) the limit she set for herself, Litchi knocked back three servings of liquor while Amane had two. Amane seemed okay while Litchi, who stumbled around the clinic shoeless, was a drunken mess.

"Weeee!" The good doctor spins around in her exam chair, hair blowing in the wind. "It's so nice to have some company during late hours like this! God, it just gets so lonely!" Litchi stops spinning to swivel back and forth in her chair, pouting like a brat. "Hey, didn't you say your troupe was gonna be here soon? You're not gonna leave now are you? You just got hereee..."

"Honey, do you really think I'd do that to you? Ha! My little heart couldn't take it!" Amane sighs dramatically. "Seems like my band of troublemakers are taking longer than I thought, so don't worry about me, Miss. I ain't goin' nowhere no time soon."

"...Promise?"

"Cross my fingers!"

"Goodie!" Litchi is content with that answer. "Cuz I was gonna be really sad if you did..."

"What kind of man would I be if I left a young lady all by her lonesome, hm?"

"A really mean one... But I know you're not mean," Litchi stands up, wobbly on her feet. "You're actually really, really nice." She staggers to his bed, has enough clarity to avoid laying on his foot when she collapses on the foam mattress. "We coulda been besties in another life..."

"I don't see a reason why we can't be now. I'm really enjoying my time here." Amane's eyes never leave her face. "You're an excellent host, Miss."

"Hm? You really mean it?" Litchi sits up to look at him. "Honestly, truly?"

"Uh, duh? Give yourself some credit, darling; I don't have it in me to fib!"

Litchi blinks once, cocking her head, hair sweeping across her forehead as she takes Amane in from head to toe. So prim, and proper, and elegant... For something so effeminate, he sure is a charmer. Whether that's on purpose or not, Litchi is too drunk to tell, but the longer she looks at him, the more she's entranced by him, by his looks, the contrast between delicate femininity and masculine charm. Goodness, if she weren't married...

Oh right, she thinks to herself; she's a swinger now! She can pretty much do whatever she wants so long as she keeps everyone else in the loop.

Litchi bites her lip and stares at Amane, hungry like a tiger.

"Aren't you as sweet as sugar~" Litchi bats her lashes at him as she throws her arms around his neck. "I'm gonna get a toothache just talkin' to you... If your crew doesn't show up, can I take you home with me, pwease?" She plants a big fat kiss on his cheek.

"Ooh, now where did this sexy little minx come from, huh? You're not the cute doctor I was talking to before." He's quick to throw an arm around the small of her back. "You want me to stay that bad, do you?"

"Mhmm, just for a little while," She nuzzles her cheek into his neck. "I forgot to show you something reaaally important..."

"Oh yeah?" He turns his head to look at her properly. "What would that be, sweetheart?"

Litchi laughs as she removes herself from him, smiling like a fiend.

"I was wondering since you're such an esteemed dancer if you'd mind judging my skills for a bit." She scrambles to the floor to stand, swaying this way and that way. "I've never had a proper instructor before. I kinda just wanna see where I am and what I can work on."

"Of course, dear. Show me what you got." Amane leans back, invigorated by Litchi's request. "I'm positive it'll be a riveting performance."

"My rhythm might be a little off, so don't pick on me too much, m'kay?" Litchi draws patterns down her sides with her hands. "Gosh, I can't even remember the last time I did this~!"

"It's okay, it's okay, take as much time as you need," He crosses toned arms and winks. "I'm in no rush."

"Something tells me you'll be a fair critic," Litchi's hips rock when she unhooks her corset. "So I'm not too worried..." She then kicks it away when it falls to the floor. " Woof , that thing's been bugging me all day."

Amane for once is quiet, content with watching Litchi work her body as she undoes the pins and buttons to her clothes. One by one, little by little, while dancing to the beat of her own tune, the buxom doctor swivels and pivots like a starlet as she strips herself of her clothes, long legs moving with purpose. Litchi feels the young man's gaze penetrate the swell of her curves and giggles happily, content with herself. All that's left now are her heels, her undergarments, and bell-sleeves, garments that she's more than ready to throw off if it means getting into this pretty boy's pants.

"Oh that is pretty. Very, very pretty." Amane shifts a little, leaning forwards, hiding a cock that bulges through slim-fitting tights. "Wanna gimme a little twirl, too?"

"Like this?" Litchi spins for him, swift and lithe, showing off a peachy butt bisected by a silk thong. It comes and goes in the blink of an eye. "Was that good?"

"Hmm, perfect, honey," He takes out the pin keeping his hair up. "You gotta style that would fit extraordinarily well with my troupe. Though, I think you'd be suited for more private performances than a main stage. You'd be a perfect destresser after a long day."

"Does that mean you wanna see more?" Litchi struts to him, hands on her hips. "Cuz it looks to me you can hardly contain yourself."

"Uh-ohh, looks like you caught me~" Amane chuckles warmly. "Can you blame me though? It's not everyday that a guy gets to indulge in a fantasy like this."

"Heehee, what a naughty boy." Litchi helps herself to his lap. "Lucky for you, I'm not done with you yet," She hovers over him, over the bulge that's against his thigh as she scoops her breasts with the flat of her palms. "Wanna watch my finale?"

"I'd be honored to watch your finale, dear." His hands are already going after the straps of her thong. "I've been dying to see you wiggle out of these..."

"Ah, ah, no touching~" She pins his hands to the bed. "Just cuz your cute doesn't mean you get to do what you want."

"Awww, c'moooon!" He whines and thrusts towards her for emphasis. "Can't I cop one feel?"

"Be a good boy. You'll get what you want when I'm done with you." She spins around to sit on his erection. "Just enjoy the show, baby~"

"Man... Alright, you win," Amane concedes, relaxing when Litchi's rear weighs him down. "Can't say I hate this though..."

"That's right, just relax," She grinds on him, swiveling her hips. "I'll take care of you. You wanna be a good for me, don't you?"

"O-Oh yeah..." Amane follows her ass when she lifts off of him but is unable to make contact. "I'll be as good as you want me to be..."

"Thatta boy," Her thumbs hook into the straps of her thong. "You're a very good listener, you know?" She pulls them down, over ivory cheeks and toned thighs, exposing herself to him. "My husband pounces before I can do any of this to him!"

"You're married? Hah, honestly I'm not surprised. It'd be a shame if a guy didn't go for you yet." Amane doesn't sound too concerned though and just rolls with it. "Would he get all bent out of shape if he found out I went after his woman like this though?"

"Don't you worry 'bout that. He isn't gonna care," Her ass comes back down, body arched as she works the buttons to her blouse. "He's at home having some fun with a friend of ours right now."

"Y-You and your hubby sound like you know how to have a good time," He grunts as he fists cotton sheets. "Lucky me, I don't have anything to worry about... Wouldn't be the first time, but it's so messy being a homewrecker, y'know?"

"Ugh, tell me about it, but you're okay," She throws her blouse off over her head. "Told you I'd take care of you, yeah?" Now left in a scanty bra that barely covers her breasts, Litchi spins around, showing herself off a little by folding her arms behind her head. "I'm all yours, baby. I don't want you to worry about a thing."

"Gosh, and here I thought that fortune cookie was a dud..." His fingers twitch when he gazes upon her. "You're beautiful, dear."

"You like?" She lets her hands fall, one sweeping her breast while the other goes for the prick throbbing against her thigh. "Must be if you're this hard," She strokes it slowly as she works the clasp keeping her bra together and licks her lips, eyes never leaving Amane's. "You want my pussy that bad, baby?"

"Honey, I need you..." Amane bucks into her touch. "You've treated me so good, won't you let me do the same?"

"You wanna fuck me?" Litchi's breasts spill from her bra once she unhooks it as she marvels at the breadth and length of his organ. "Mmm, so big; I didn't know you were packing this kinda heat..."

"And I'll fuck you so good with it, sweetheart, I promise you." Amane's eyes never leave her hands. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Can I take it out for you?" She bends down to rub her cheek into him. "I wanna see what I'm working with."

Amane nods feverishly. "Anything you want, dear!"

Litchi simpers. "How exciting..." She brings her fingers to the waistband of his tights to pull them down. "Will I be able to handle it...?" As she peels black spandex over built thighs, Litchi is met with a terrific sight-a thick meaty cock that rivals Hibiki in length.

"Goodness, you're gonna be a real workout!" She strokes it with two hands. "What have you been feeding this thing, huh?"

"Blondes, redheads..." Amane bites his lip, enjoying himself. "Been craving brunettes though."

"I can see that..." Her mouth parts to roll her tongue along the tip. "You must be starving ," With a cocksure grin filled with teeth, Litchi sits up to slide his prick between her breasts. "But don't worry," She moans shamelessly at how it pulses against her skin before sucking on the head with wanton abandon. "I'll make sure you get your fill, baby..."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, doc..." Amane follows the slow drag of her tits. "I'm known to have an insatiable appetite..."

Litchi smiles around the cock in her mouth before working him with her tits, body moving with her hands, tongue squirming around his slit. Amane gasps, eyes never leaving the suck of her lips, the sight of her tongue teasing his skin. She settles into a rhythm of rocking his cock between her breasts and tonguing the head, listening to shallow breaths and slickened skin, until they both get too horny for their own good.

Litchi sits up from between his legs to kneel over him, breasts wet and shiny as she lowers herself to his cock. Amane watches her while he sits up, trying his luck by grabbing at her hips. Litchi can't find it in her to care and holds his shoulders, eager to fuck and eager to make it happen.

"You said you were gonna show me a good time, right?" She kisses him on the lips, smoothing them against his as she bounces on the tip. "Then show me, baby. Fuck me like you mean it."

"You're soaked, doctor..." Amane bucks into her, head sinking in, smothered by rapturous warmth. "I do all this to you?" He pushes her down, groaning at the heat that engulfs him. "You want me that bad?"

"Yes, yes ," Litchi braces herself on him to take more of it inside. "You're so big and hard..." She groans as she slides down to the hilt. " Fuck , it's driving me crazy..."

"That's right, dearheart, it's all yours," Amane straightens his back to wrap her legs around his waist. "All the way down, just like that. There you go," He rolls up into her, dragging it against where she needs it most. "God, you're squeezing me, hon. Has it been a long time for you, or are you always this snug?"

"You make me so horny..." Litchi knows what she wants and doesn't waste time riding him properly. "You feel amazing ..." She moans loudly as she fucks herself stupid on his prick, clinging to him like glue. "Fuck me, baby, fuck meee !"

"Mmm, I like this side of you, doctor, real sexy," He cups her ass and fucks her good and hard. "Can you make more sweet noises like that for me?" His voice is breathless and giddy like hers. "Huh, pretty girl?"

" Ooh !" Litchi claws at his back, moaning sweetly into his ear, booze and dopamine coming together wonderfully to make her light and woozy in the best way. She closes her eyes and bites into his shoulder, hard enough to bruise but not enough to break skin, and lets the man beneath her fuck her cunt like his life depends on it. Amane takes control completely and does what he wants with her by laying her down on her side to fuck her that way once he's done bouncing her in his lap.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me...!" Litchi bites her lip, eyes snapped shut. "I love your cock, I love it so much! Please don't stop!"

"I have no intention, beautiful," Amane kisses her deeply. "This sweet cunt is so wet and so tight... Do you really think I wouldn't feed it what it needs?" He uses hidden strength to raise her hips. "I'm gonna keep ravishing this cute hole, fill it up, carve my name in it," Hard thrusts that knock her womb make her glasses bounce with her chest. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Being my little doll? My pet?"

"I'd love that, honey..." Litchi tongues gum between breaths. "Show me the money, gimme all you got..."

" Damn ," He loses rhythm briefly before correcting himself. "I'll give it to you, alright..."

Amane takes the lead one more time by turning her on her stomach, cock never leaving her so he can watch himself fuck her from behind. Smile devious and libido peaking, the man above her plows her, driving Litchi over the edge, making her come. She shudders and shakes like a leaf as she grips the sheets and raises her ass for him, desperate for his fuck. Amane gives her what she needs and holds her tight, attacking her neck with love bites and kisses when he finally gets there.

"That's it, that's the stuff," Amane pumps his come into her. "You're just as amazing as I thought you'd be, Miss Litchi."

"I really like you, too...!" Litchi coos, happy. "Your dick game is no joke, boo!"

"Why thank you," He pulls out and rolls off of her. "You gotta pretty kitty yourself."

"Mmm, I really, really like you," She shudders, seed leaving her when his cock leaves her. She feels empty and flips on her side to cuddle up to him. "Heeey, you think you wanna do this again sometime? I'd hate to let you get away from me, bestie ~!" Blinking, Litchi then realizes once more that she's in a sex club. "I think you'd like my other friends! We like to get a lil' wild if you catch my drift... I know a couple of cuties I don't think would mind you at all."

"Oh my God? Like, that would be such an honor?" Amane gasp, excited. "Is this like an all-inclusive club you're inviting me to?"

"Yeaaah, something like that!" She giggles. "Ya ever heard of swinging?"


Taking a break to work on another thing :')