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Follow Me Tonight	By : pepperbreath Category: Digimon > General Views: 6921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Follow Me Tonight
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Follow
Me Tonight

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Disclaimers- Not owning them... Title comes from a line from the song No Light
by Third Strike...

Warnings- Look at the rating. If that's not warning enough, then I don't
know what to say except that you might wanna invest on Hooked On Phonics.
Pretty much a PWP lemon...

Comments- To anyone that might think I forgot to have Taichi remove Mimi's bra,
forget it. She's wearing a lowcut dress with small straps. Meaning,
she's not wearing one. So no, I did not forget to have Taichi take it off
of her because it wasn't there to be taken off. :P Same with stockings...
^_^

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"Well, here's your apartment..." I nod my head to the obvious
statement, but I don't comment. He's drunk. I know he's drunk, and
he knows he's drunk. But the strange thing is, you can only tell he is by
the slight haze in his eyes. I think that talent must run in the family.
I've seen Hikari do that before. It's a good talent to have if you party
a lot like they do. Their parents never have found out. I think
that's more one thing to add to the list of things I love about this boy.

Well, beside having saved me -and- the world many times. And for being one of
the bravest boys I've ever known. Not to mention one of the most
handsome... Damnit...I'm digressing.

"Want to come in for a bit? You don't have a curfew, right?" He
shakes his head, which causes him to slightly falter on his feet.
Reaching out, I grab his shoulder and steady him. "Looks like you
could use some coffee too..." I add and pull him into my familes
empty yet packed apartment. My parents are out for the night, yet boxes
of stuff still remain.

*~*

"You know...I'm glad you're back..."

"Really?" He is? That's good news! I want to smile
brightly, but I cool my features. My back may be turned to him, but he
can see my reflection in my mirror. I don't want to take the chance of
revealing my true feelings before I know his.

He's had the courage to stand up to beasts wanting to kill us... Now I'm hoping
he has enough courage to tell me his feelings, if he has any for me... Unless
he's still waiting for Sora. Which would be silly. Sweet, but
silly. It's been five years...

"Yeah. When you moved away, noneus rus really got much of a chance
to talk to you. Well, unless you were either visiting, or Sora or Jyou or
Miyako..." Does he sound jealous?

"I'm sorry Taichi!" I turn on the stool in front of my vanity
to face him. "Did you want me to call you?"

He nods his head, never lifting his eyes from the sheets on my bed. He
twirls the half drunk mug of tea between his hands. "I kind of
missed you... I know you and I were never as close as Sora and I and you
and Jyou are...But...well..." He pauses, staring down at the
twirling mug as if trying to collect his thoughts in his alcohol muddled brain.
"You're part of the team. Since our first trip too... We
all were together for so long... But then when we came home, it was like we
hardly knew each other... It felt...strange... Not really knowing the
people you spmontmonths with and depended on for survival..."

"We all had our own lives..." I reply and turn back around to
face the mirror. "And I guess they just didn't mesh." I
take a deep breath and gather up my own little bit of courage. It's now
or never.... "But I'm glad I came back too. I want to get to
know you better."

"Really?" He picks up his head to look at my reflection, a tiny
amount of hope lingering in his voice. I nod my head.

"I really had fun with you these last few hours." My welcome
home party. Just us 12 Chosen. Talking, music, dancing, drinking for us
older ones... I giggle lightly at a memory. I see his reflection
cock his head to the side in question. "I can't believe Jyou drank
that much!" I answer. His reflection smiles back.
"Yamato-kun's gonna have his hands full tonight! I never knew he
could hold that much!"

Taichi's sweet laugh fills my room and sends happy chills down my back.
"Well, he -is- in college now. That's practically all college
kids do!"

"And are you speaking from experience?"

"Well, sorta yeah..." He replies sheepishly.

I shake my head and pick up my brush to run it through my hair. Which is
almost impossible since it's still being held up by a clip. But I need
something to distract myself from the gorgeous boy semi-sprawled on my bed.
"You're at least studying, right?"

"When I'm not sleeping off the booze or playing football..."

"Taichi...." I shoot him a condiscending look through the mirror.
Again he smiles sheepishly and shrugs his shoulders.

*~*

"So... No one told me about Sora and Koushiro..."

"Really? I thought she would have told you for sure..."

I shake my head. "She never even told me she had any interest in
him! I mean, I never saw that one coming!"

"No one did..." Uh-oh...

"Oh, Taichi...I'm sorry..."

It's okay... I'll be fine. It's, not as bad as it used to be...
Mimi? How did you get over Jyou?" Shit. Tell him the
whole truth or the half truth?

"Well...I cried..." I set down my brush and fold my hands in my
lap. Staring down at my hands, I lapse back into my memory of three years
ago. "Then I came to terms that he and I were really only just
friends. It hurt...but I told myself, 'as long as he's happy'... And he
does look so happy, which makes me happy." I pause, not really sure
if I want to go on. But I do. I might as well. "Michael
was a good distraction, for a little while. But there was just no love or
anything behind all of it. I almost lost him as a friend... But we've
managed to patch things up."

"What about new crushes?"

"Well...yeah...I've had one since..."

"And?"

"Still have it..."

*~*

"Maybe I should go...It's getting late." He says and stands up,
placing the empty mug on my bedside table. My heart plummets. I
really don't want him to go. I've really enjoyed our time alone...I don't
want it to end.

"Do you have to?"

"I should..."

"Well, I guess if-" Warm and gentle hands on my shoulders stop
me mid-sentence. With my head down, I hadn't even seen him come up behind
me. I look up at his reflection in the mirror. I recognize that
look on his face.

Michael had that same look on his face many times.

Except, I see something else other than mere lust in Taichi's eyes.
Something soft and caring that hasn't been beaten down by lust and
alcohol. Something that makes me hope.

He moves light fingers up my shoulders and neck, causing me to shiver again.
His fingers run gently into my hair, trying not to disturb the stylized
strands. A happy little sigh escapes my mouth as he moves his fingers
back down to my shoulders and over the thin straps of my dress. 'Oh
please, oh please, oh please...'

His fingers trace light circles around the straps, then slide under them
and push the small straps down. With the straps out of the way, he brings
his hands back up to my shoulders and starts gently kneading them. Lolling my
head back, I lean against his stomach and relax, enjoying the soft massage.

"Mimi..."

"Hmm?"

"If you don't want to do this...tell me...okay? I don't want to
force you..."

I smile and tilt my head up. "How could I -not- want the one thing
I've wanted for so long?"

He smiles gently down at me and moves one hand to caress my cheek. I
close my eyes and lean into the touch, happily sighing again. I turn my
head and lightly kiss his hand as his other hand travels down my back to the
zipper of my dress. Little bolts of excitment run through me as he reaches for
the zipper and slowly pulls it down.

Suddenly though, he pulls away, leaveing me feeling cold. Confused, I twist
around and look up at him. He only motions for me to stand up and moves
back towards my bed. I oblige and am grabbed and pulled backwards re Ire I have
a chance to turn around and face him. Something hard hits the backs of my
legs and knees, causing me to fall backwards and land in Taichi's lap.

He spreads his legs and I slide down een een them, equalling off our height.
His warm hands slide up and down my now bare back before questing further
under my loosened dress and up my sides. I lean back against him as his
hands travel to the front of my body, carressing my stomach. Light kisses
are feathered upon my bare shoulders and neck as the hands slowly massage their
way upward.

It's been two years since I've let anyone touch me this intimately. His
feather-lightchesches and kisses alrehavehave me shaking with pleasure and anticipation.
It almost feels like a dream.

"Mimi, relax..." His low voice near my ear snaps me into
awarness.

"Huh?"

"You're tense. Are you okay? Is something wrong?" I
realize his hands have stopped moving and are now resting over my stomach.
I also realize that I am, in fact, tense. My hands are clentched
into fists at my sides and my whole body is rigid.

"No. I'm fine... I just haven't been touched like this in a
few years." I will my body to relax and I turn my head to smile up
at him reasuringly. "I had almost forgotten what it felt
like..."

He only smiles back reasuringly and cranes his neck, letting his lips gently
cover mine. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as we share our first
kiss. A bit awkward, given our position. But we manage. He
pulls back slightly after a few seconds. But before I can protest, he
lips once again cover mine. This time, more passionate and demanding, as
his tongue is now lapping at my lips, begging for entrance. I
immidieately open my mouth, letting his warm tongue dive in and out.

A pleased moan escapes my lips as his hands finally reach up, cupping my
breasts. My back arches slightly as he kneads my flesh. I start to
move my arms up to grasp him, but the straps prevent me from doing so.
Hastily, I shove the straps down my arms and off, feeling the cool air of
my room wash over my newly exposed skin.

Able to move my arms now, I reach up and grasp his hair, pulling his head
harder against mine. Our tongues twist together in a heated dance.
My back arches automatically as he rolls the puckered flesh of my nipples
between his thumb and pointer fingers.

Suddenly, without warning, I'm cold again. Devoid of his hands and warmth and mouth once more, I start
to twist around. Before I can twist around to find out where he went, or
for any evidence that he actually was even here, I'm pulbackbackwards again.
My dress, being unzipped and pooled at my waist, slips down around my
thighs. Forcefully, yet gently, I'm pushed down untill I'm fully laying
on my bed.

I see that lust and the alcohol have fully taken affect in Taichi as he comes
to kneel at my feet. With surpisingly steady hands, he works the buttons
of his white shirt free quickly and discards it on the floor without another
thought. p;Alp;All the years of playing football and other sports have been
kind to him. Very, -very- kind.

I reach up to touch the tanned muscles as he leans over me. He makes quick work
of the dress, discarding it as he did the shirt. He places his hands on
my bent knees and pries my legs apart, leaning his body down parellel to mine.

He lowers his head down to my chest, encircling a nipple with liquid warmth as
his hands roam further down my body. I tilt my head back and arch my back
once more as he sucks on the hardened flesh like a baby would a bottle.
Low, incoherent sounds escape my mouth as his hands reach my lower
regions. The searching hands quest on inside my panties and begin to
stroke me.

Now in my personal expeiriences, as well as my friends, it seems like men almost
always miss the clitoris. They either have to be thinking about finding
it, or hit it by accident. Also, in my expeiriences, it seems like Taichi
always manages to do the right thing, and everything for that matter, by
accident.

Which is why my hips happily buck as a thumb brushes over the sensitive nub.
The bucking impales me on his fingers more, causing my cries to heighten,
as I can't control myself anymore and begin rapidly moving my hips with the
movements of his fingers.

It's getting harder for me to hold out.sp;Isp;I don't want to reach orgasm by
him fingering me. I want that warm, life-giving organ inside me, and I
want it in -now-!

I reach between us the pull his hands away from me. Confused, he picks
his head up away from my chest to give me a questioning look. I answer
him by pushing him up off of me and sitting up as well. He makes a soft
confused and hurt squeaky whimper. I reasure him that I'm not pushing him
away by pushing him down on his back and reaching for the button and zipper of
his pants. Relief floods his face briefly before the lustful, pleasured
looks return.

Once more, quick work is made of the clothing, and I discard both his pants and
boxers on the floor. Finally, after years of wanting and yearning and
hoping, my dreams have come true. This tanned athletic god is mine.
Maybe onor aor a night, maybe for forever... But for now, he's
mine. All the things I've ever imagined doing to him come flooding back
into my mind. Maybe I'll get a chance to do them all, sooner or later.

For now, I'll settle with this.

*~*

"Nngguuhh..." He moans as my hands roam up and down his inner and
outer thighs. His head lolls back and the volume of his moans increase as
I grip his hardened length in one hand. Damnit! If he were a bit more
sober, I'd blow him first. But I don't want to take the chance that he'll
fall asleep right after. I don't know how big his sex drive is. Oh
well, I can find out another time when he is sober.

He makes a small whimpering noise again as I let go. I only smile down at
him as I move to take off the last remaining article of clothing on my body.
He makes an attempt to sit up and take over, but I push him back down.
I'm in charge.

With my panties finally off, I reach up behind my head and uten ten the clip in
my hair. I know I'm going to fall asleep soon after, and I don't want
that thing pressing into my head in my sleep. The soft trendils fall,
caressing and tickling my shoulders and back. He reaches up and
grasps a few strands, running his fingers through them. I smile down at
him and move to straddle him, happy that we're finally getting to this.

Getting some leverage with one hand behind me grasping one of his knees, I
raise up over him. Grasping his shaft with my free hand, I bring myself
fully down on him. Pain briefly flows through me from my lower area up,
but it quickly fades as I get used to the feeling of being filled again.

He grips my sides with both his hands and imediately begins thrusting up.
I bounce along, using my legs as support. It's not long before his
pumping becomes faster. His hands grip my hips, pushing and pulling me up
and down his length. Which is fine by me. My legs are becoming too
tired and strained to keep up the frantic pace much longer. My nails dig
into his arms as I come closer to reaching my peak.

Mere minutes later; or perhaps seconds, I can't really tell, my back arches and
I throw my head back, crying out as the waves of my orgasm hits. His
nails dig into the skin on my hips as he too reaches his oragsm. Our
juices mix, the excess flowing out and down our lower bodies and onto the bed,
creating a cold, sticky mess.

I hate messes. I really do. And if I weren't so damn tired, I'd
clean it up right away. But as it is, I barely have enough energy to
reach of an extra blanket and cover us as I collapse onto his already sleeping
body.

*~*~*~*~*

The end...

I was too lazy to finish it with a morning after thing.
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