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Rainy Night Lust - Payback	By : bloop54321 Category: +M to R > Princess Tutu Views: 3742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Rainy Night Lust
- 2-Payback!
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- 2
This is dedicated to Manda-chan;
who is the creator of some of the best Ahiru x Fakir artwork and
fanfic on the net.

Thanks for letting me steal your idea,
(again) and run with it!
THIS STORY IS BASED OFF OF THE FOLLOWING PICTURE:
http://img .photobucket .com/albums/v714/Serika/KrisGiftFakiruHawtnessNightVer .png (take out the spaces before each ".")
Location: Charon/Fakir's house.
Fakir sighed loudly, his frustration
mingling with the patter of the rain outside. "Again."
Ahiru gasped in pain and, tightly
gripping Fakir's kitchen table, pulled herself up onto her tip-toes.
She feebly let go of the table, and managed to hold herself up for 2 glorious seconds before crumpling in a heap.
"I can't do it again!!! It HURTS,
Fakir! Why do you keep pushing me around like some kid??"
Fakir's temper, which he had barely
held in check during this practice session, snapped. "Why the
hell could you accomplish this as Princess Tutu, and not now?? You
know as well as I do that you won't get anywhere without practice!!"
"Stop screaming at me, you...
you-!"
"Shut up, moron."
Ahiru huffed and stuck her tongue out
at him, still sitting on the ground and massaging her tired toes through
the shoes. Fakir thought back to earlier that Friday afternoon, when
Neko Sensei had noticed Fakir's gaze on Ahiru as she struggled to
break in her new toe-shoes. The cat had quietly pulled Fakir aside, and requested him to help Ahiru out, since "he was the most experienced
dancer in the school". Fakir had scowled outwardly (which
quickly halted Neko Sensei's speech on Marriage), but was secretly
glad. He and Ahiru had precious little time to spend
together since he completed the story about her transformation.
Charon was also out of town, to supervise a load of imports.. he
wouldn't be back till Monday morning, so it made his house a perfect location to get some real practicing done.
Fakir put down his tea and hauled
Ahiru to her feet, ignoring Ahiru's tiny yelp. Fakir positioned her
so she faced the table, her hands once again gripping the wood
tightly. He stepped up behind her, and placed his hands on her
waist. "Okay, try again, Ahiru. This time, rather than holding
your breath, let it out... it'll help you relax."
Ahiru took a shaky breath and exhaled
it quickly, bouncing on her toes. Fakir sighed again... and bit back a
comment. Ahiru's head dropped, but then she torqued her body around to
face him. "Fakir! It's too much! My feet hurt! So, unless you
are willing to give me a foot massage, I need to stop, now."
Fakir hid his grin by using one hand to
turn Ahiru's head back around. "Do this, and we can stop. And
I will never give you a foot massage in my life, moron... so stop
thinking up such senseless ideas. Now, breath in slowly," Fakir
said in her ear, "and breathe out slowly". They both
exhaled at the same time. "Breathe in," he whispered. When they exhaled, Fakir gently pulled Ahiru to her toes.
"Breathe in, and let go of the table". She followed his instructions, allowing his hands to fully support her. "Breathe
out, and continue the pattern." Fakir opened his eyes, and
slowly peeled off one finger at a time, and stepped back when she was
completely supporting herself.
The moment was destroyed when a large
clap of thunder boomed overhead. Fakir quickly stepped in to catch
Ahiru, as she grabbed the table and sagged over it. Fakir, in his
rush, pinned her lower body hanging over the table with his own. He
bent over her prostrate upper body sprawled on the table top, tucking
away her flyaway bangs behind her ears. "Ahiru! Ahiru, are you
okay?? I'm... sorry for letting you go."
Ahiru mumbled a soft comment, and
moved her butt. Fakir turned bright red when he realized what was
pinning her butt to the table, and stumbled back. Ahiru dragged
herself up, and sat on the table edge. "You and your 'practice'
session have destroyed my toes!" she said, in a huff. She
quickly untied her shoes, and held out her sore feet toward's Fakir.
"Now, massage my feet, you meanie!"
Fakir, still flustered about pinning
Ahiru in such a sensual manner (the idiot didn't even REALIZE what
that position meant!!), frowned. "And I told you to stop thinking
up senseless ideas."
A flash of lightning briefly
illuminated the room, flashing across Ahiru's pout. "Moron..."
Fakir muttered, as he pulled a chair up and grabbed one of her feet.
Ahiru sighed contentedly and lay
back, enjoying the feel of Fakir's hands kneading her sore arches,
rubbing her soles, gently sliding fingertips up between her toes...
"Ahh! That tickles!" Ahiru
squealed. Fakir cracked a smile, and continued his ministrations. "So she's ticklish..." Ahiru
stretched and sat back up on the table when Fakir picked up her other
foot for its treatment.
"Fakir?"
"What?" Fakir mumbled, his
attention on his fingertips slowly sliding a path up and around her
squirming toes.
"Why are you being so quiet?"
"Why are you asking dumb
questions?""I'm being silent because I am enjoying this little massage a bit more than you might expect."
"Its not dumb! I want to know...
maybe you want a massage too!"
Fakir snorted, and moved to her
ankles. Ahiru kicked his hand away, and scooted her butt of the
table. "Now, its your turn!" Ahiru grinned happily, and
quickly slid behind Fakir's chair. "Now, sit there and relax!"
She placed her hands on his shoulders, and started rubbing. Fakir,
who had stiffened at her touch, exhaled and slumped back.
"Aww, poor baby Fakir is
sleepyyyy..." Ahiru whispered into his ear.
Fakir immediately sat up and glared at
her. "I am not sleepy!"
"You are!"
"I am not sleepy!"
"Stop shouting!!! And I say you ARE!"
Fakir snarled darkly and jumped off
the chair, facing her. "Why must you always argue??"
In answer, Ahiru ran into Fakir's chest, shoving him back against the table. She continued to
push Fakir's shoulders downward till he was lying on the table, then
jumped on the table and sat on his waist. "I argue because you
seem to think that your way is ALWAYS right. Well, I'm telling you
that you're not always right."
Fakir, who was in a state of shock to
find himself lying on the table with Ahiru sitting on top of him,
grabbed her arms and tried to pull her off.
In response, Ahiru hooked her knees on
either side his body and ground her hips against him. "...NO!
I'm in charge, Fakir!" Ahiru glared at Fakir's red face, shoved
his hands away, and then started laughing gleefully. She bent down
and grabbed fistfuls of Fakir's school shirt, clearly without any
intention to move off of him.
Fakir, meanwhile was finding it nearly
impossible to move without somehow increasing the pressure against
her. Ahiru, the genius of morons that she was, was once again oblivious
to exactly WHAT she was grinding into him. "No...
can't think like that..." Fakir told himself sternly,
but it was no use; his body betrayed his true feelings -his true
desire- for this crazy duck that was laughing at his flustered
expression. "I can't buck her off with my hips..." the idea sent a chill down his spine. "I
can't shift either way without throwing her too hard..."
As Fakir's erection quickly started to
grow, he realized that he HAD to do something to distract her. He
reached up, and started tickling her on her ribs.
"Ahh, ahahahahaha hahaha Fakir!
Stop! Ahahahaha!" Ahiru could barely talk from laughing, and
she frantically pulled his hands away. Fakir, grinning widely from
the success of his plan (and the pure enjoyment of tickling her) used
her momentary loss of reality to haul himself up and neatly push
Ahiru off of his lap.
She fell backwards onto the floor with
a quiet plop. Ahiru stopped laughing and gazed up at Fakir, first
in confusion, then anger. "What was that for??? I thought you
were done dropping me, after that dance during the traveling ballet
performance!!"
Fakir grinned maliciously at her, and
lightly vaulted off the table by her feet. "Serves you right
for trying to beat ME in a match against body strength." "Also serves you right for once again unknowingly turning me on
beyond belief... God help me... Ahiru, you teach me that I have more
self control than I thought possible." He offered a
hand to her to get up, but Ahiru shoved it aside, and got up herself.
"Fine, Fakir, you go ahead and
drop me to your hearts content. Poo on you!" Ahiru flounced to
the door, where her socks and shoes were, and started to don them.
"What are you doing?" Fakir
asked darkly.
"I'm going back to my dorm!"
Ahiru ground out. "Since you seem to be in a 'let's
torture innocent ducks!' mood.
"No. You're not going anywhere,"
Fakir said quietly. He took a breath. "Do you not hear the
rain outside? Not to mention the lightning."
"The lightning has stopped; it
was scared away by your bad mood! And I can walk home in the rain
just fine!"
"I said no, Ahiru."
"You... you! You and your bossy
nature!!! Why shouldn't I go home? I have to go sleep, Fakir,
unless you can think of an activity to keep me occupied till the rain
is over... and once this rain has passed, I WILL go back. You won't
be allowed to stop me!"
Fakir's mind had stopped halfway
through her last comment, thinking of an activity they could do to
"occupy" the time...
Ahiru belatedly realized the blunder she made, and blushed darkly. "Not THAT type of
activity... I mean, well... uhh"
Fakir chose to ignore her blush (they
were just FRIENDS), stepped around her silently, and leaned casually
against the door, arms crossed around chest. "No leaving until
I say you can. If you try to leave before I give the okay, then
there will be serious repercussions," Fakir murmured sultrily.
Ahiru glared wide-eyed at the emerald eyed doorkeeper, and then spun on her toes to storm back to the
chair. "Fine!" she yelled sulkily while plopping herself on the seat, trying to ignore Fakir's increasingly deepening gaze and her
own quickening pulse. "I'll stay here TILL the rain leaves, but
I get to pick the activity."
Fakir stared at her from the shadowed
door frame, then nodded his consent, his legs and arms still crossed.
Ahiru sat quietly, nibbling
unconsciously on her lower lip while deep in thought. "I can't
think of anything to do, Fakir," she sullenly muttered.
Fakir made a noncommittal sound, while
trying to rack his brain of an activity that would be safer... for
their friendship. He didn't notice Ahiru silently get up or walk
over to him, until she was standing in front.
Ahiru stared at him with large blue
eyes, a tad too innocently. "I DO have an idea for a fun
activity... its a game called 'Payback'. "
Fakir blinked. "Payback?"
Ahiru's response was to lunge at him,
and sink her petite hands on his ribs. She attempted to tickle him,
but he stood stock still, staring at her. Ahiru's grin soon became a
frown, as she tried each of her own most ticklish spots -under her
arms, behind her neck, on her ribs, her belly, even that random spot
behind her shoulder blade- on Fakir, to no avail. She finally
stopped, and stomped her foot.
"No fair, Fakir! Not only do YOU
tickle me, but you're calling the shots on when I can go home...and, and... and now you won't play my game!"
Fakir grinned slightly. "You
want me to play your game? Alright, then."
Fakir grabbed Ahiru around the waist
and spun her around; he then proceeded to tickle her till she was
laughing helplessly in his grip. He, too was laughing, but the
timbre of his voice dropped as the "game" progressed. He
finally noticed just how low his laughter sounded, and similarly how
turned on he was, and quickly stopped his questing hands. She turned
in his grip, still giggling, to find his eyes staring deep into her
own, his chuckle dying away to a contemplative silence. Ahiru stared at
Fakir's lips. He noticed her glance, and smiled slightly.
Now they were thinking on similar
terms.
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