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Our Hearts Are One (Chap 4.5) The Lemon	By : Windeen Category: +M to R > Princess Tutu Views: 2328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Our Hearts Are One (Chap 4.5) The Lemon- Part One
- 2-Part 2
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A/N:

This is a lemon that goes with chapter 4 (latest chapter posted as of 8/25/14 11:44 pm- CST US-Time) of a multi-chaptered fic I am writing. As such, if you just read this; and not the chaptered fic.

It's not likely, to make a whole lot of sense..... (As far as some of what's said/implied (there is talk that doesn't pertain to the act(s) they are doing. I mean... It's Ahiru. There HAS to be talking) in it.)

But, I'm not telling you that you CAN'T read it, if you haven't read that. I'm just pointing out that: it will likely not make a lot of sense if you read this without the main fic.

I am Dyslexic. I’m bad at punctuation and grammar, a further explanation, will be in my profile soon if you have NOT seen my other stories on FF.net.

Reviews, critiques and ideas are welcome.

I enjoy reading them. And they help me to try and improve my writing.

Please be nice, though.

It may sound strange to hear this, but, I am writing as a type of therapy.

The reason I am doing this isn’t all that important. And it has nothing to do with my Dyslexia.

Just, please try to not be too harsh or rude, with the critiques.

Thanks in advance for understanding and reviewing.

Anyway, this is a lemon. It's a detailed, messy & very raw lemon. On top of that, I usually shy away from doing such detailed lemons.

As to why I shy away from them, I'm not entirely sure.

I didn't even intend for this one being so detailed at first, but I‘ve seen a lot of really bad lemons for Princess Tutu.

Ones that were not done well, on any aspect (bad sex scenes, badly written sex scenes, bad character commentary, writing ability.... etc).

However, I took into account a number of things about the characters and some other situational -(situational for my story and the pre-fit settings)- factors, and let the words flow, so-to-speak.

Anyway, this is what came out. It somehow seemed wrong when I cut the details out- though I'm not really sure why.

Full Symopsis:

Ahiru (17), Fakir (21). After Ahiru is stoned, almost to death, and saved by some swans, who killed her attackers. After being treated, she was placed in her shared room with Fakir, who had to be sedated prier.

Waking up, he finds her human, once more. The 2 express their love. In the arms of her lover, Ahiru, for a time, forgets, that she had a mission to do.

(Please note: This Was Originally Only 1 Chapter. But, I Split It Up For Better “Readability” (I hope).

So, I’m Praying, That I Didn‘t Ruin its Flow, By Doing That.)

Chapter 4.5: Wild Emotions & Expressions Of Love

~xXx~The Lemon~xXx~.
Hours later, when Fakir finally came to, he sat up, looking around the bed he was in. He recognized the room, but panic set in when he realized that Ahiru was no where to be seen. That's when he noticed the soft breathing from across the silent room, he looked and saw the red hair sticking out from under the blankets on the other bed. He scrambled to get to his feet, tripping, having gotten tangled in the blankets, he fell on his face, half on and half off his bed.

Then, he once again got to his feet and rushed over to her side.
He briefly wondered if it had all been a bad dream? Maybe she'd never been back to being a duck, maybe they'd found another way to help Rue and Mytho, maybe...
When he reached her, he pulled the blankets back, then he knew it was no dream. Her face still held faint bruises from the stoning and she looked pale. The freckles on her nose standing out in extreme, stark, contrast to her pale skin.

He boldly pulled the blankets the rest of the way off of her body and saw the remaining faint and fading bruises on all over her pale skin, he felt his heart sink.
"Ahiru?"
He asked covering her up and reaching out and touched her hair gently. He watched as her eyes slowly fluttered open after a few (breath-holding) seconds, she smiled weakly up at him, he smiled softly back at her, overwhelmed by relief and he remembered, for some strange reason, about dancing with her for the traveling dance troupe.
He gently caressed her hair, then down to her cheek. When his fingers brushed her skin he felt an electric shock vibrate, seemingly through his fingers and up to his arm.
"Hey..."
She said softly, His eyes darted to her lips as she spoke and he watched as she nervously licked her lips.
"Hey, yourself..."
He said, smiling back at her- his throat felt suddenly dry as he gently ran his thumb over her full, bottom lip.
"Fakir, what are you...?"
She could say no more because he suddenly knew what the overwhelming feelings he felt were. And he had leaned down, capturing her lips in an almost desperate kiss. She gasped softly in shock at his actions.

She froze at first, as he moved his soft lips against her own. This was different than the kisses they had shared in their home, after she was changed back by Mytho.

After a few moments of her shock, though, she sighed softly into the kiss, as he ran his tongue over her bottom lip. She then closed her eyes and opened her lips to him.
He groaned softly and took that as acceptance, he reached up and cupped her face gently with both of his hands. Tilting her head for a better angle, as he slid his tongue into her warm, willing mouth. After a few minutes, though, he released her for the both of them to take in some air. Ahiru gasped softly for breath as she blinked up at him.
"Fakir...?"
"I thought you were going to die on me...!"
He said softly, she noticed tears in his eyes as he pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her loose red hair and shoulder as he hugged her to his body.
She was now sitting in his lap and she hugged him back, burying her own face in his neck and shirt- ignoring the fact that she was completely naked.
"I'm sorry..."
She whispered softly. They held each other like that for a while, then he gently loosened his hold on her as he once again cupped her face and looked into her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but he swallowed her words as he kissed her again, this time more deeply from the start as his tongue claimed her mouth right from the start. She whimpered in pleasure and he smiled into the kiss, feeling smug male satisfaction with each of her whimpers and moans.
She shyly brushed her tongue against his and realized that felt good. So she grew a bit courageous and did the same things that he had, with his tongue; to her mouth.

Once again, they pulled apart after several minutes for air, but he didn't remove his lips from her, he kissed her forehead, her closed eyes, the tip of her freckled nose, her lips, jaw and throat.
She moaned as he licked, nipped, suckled and kissed at the spot above her pulse on her throat.

One of his hands had slid down to her lower back and she found herself leaning against that hand and whimpering his name as he caressed one of her small breasts with his free hand.
"F-Fakir..."
She whimpered and he grinned against her throat... Then he pulled back and looked at her blush reddened face and kiss swollen lips, her eyes were half-lidded, her small breasts heaving with her soft, but fast panting breaths and he could see her desire for him in those beautiful eyes. He shifted them so that she was under him and he was kneeling beside her, as he hovered over her.
"Ahiru..."
She widened her eyes a bit when she heard him whisper her name, reaching up, she gently caressed his neck, her fingers sliding around behind his head and she pulled the band holding his hair back, loose. She smiled, looking somewhat dazed as she tangled her fingers in his long dark hair.
"I love you."
He said and her blue eyes widened even more, she looked at him, searching his face for something as he gently caressed her cheek again.
"I... I-I..."
Her blush deepened. And she saw him smirk. She always found that smirk, annoying.
"You don't need to say anyt-"
"No! I want to! Fakir, I..."
She said a determined look on her face as she reached up and gripped the hand he had on her cheek with her free hand. He arched an eyebrow at the determined look on her face.
"I love you too, Fakir."
She said and he gently pulled her fingers to his mouth, kissing her hand gently. He needed her.
"My princess..."
He murmured against her hand as he locked his eyes on hers. He needed her. She smiled, blushing deeply again, she squirmed under him, feeling strange. Her lower body, especially..... It felt strange now. She was tingling all over and, as she looked up at him, she felt a strange pressure welling in her abdomen and spreading lower...
"Fakir... I..."
He laid a finger on her lips, then leaned down and gave her a tender kiss, she fisted the hand in his hair and whimpered as she felt more pressure building. It didn't hurt. But, she wasn't sure she liked it either.

He broke the kiss by licking and sucking on her bottom lip, she moaned and shifted her lower body again, her breath coming out in short gasps and pants now.

She realized his own breathing was as ragged as hers, and she saw him shift his lower body a bit, he pressed a clothed knee, to her center, between her thighs, her eyes rolled back in her head before closing, she moaned, arching her back a bit, his face took on a deep blush as he watched her with hungry eyes...

He could tell how aroused she was, she was so wet, his pant leg was being soaked by just pressing into her there. He needed her now. At that simple thought, he could feel himself grow harder.
"Ahiru..."
He needed her now.
"... I almost lost you again... AGAIN-Ahiru... And I want to make sure you understand how much I- "
She still had her eyes closed as she pulled her hand from his hair and bit it to stifle a whimper as he shifted his knee against her. She surprised him when her hips bucked against it, seemingly of their own accord. He groaned, his lust hazed dark green eyes squeezing shut as he thought about that wet spot forming, where it pressed into the soft folds of the spot that he'd yet to know; what made her female. He WANTED her so badly it was hurting. He groaned again when he opened his eyes. The look on her face turned him on even more.
"F-Fakir..."
The way she said his name, that was all he could take, he needed her, damn it. He couldn't be a gentleman anymore, he had to have her, make her his. He was just frightened that he'd cause her pain... He groaned, and, sliding his arm under her shoulders, he pulled her to him, capturing her lips with his own.

As he devoured her, she let out a surprised whimper at his sudden forcefulness.

She slid both arms around him as she kissed him back with the same enthusiasm, though, gasping for air through her nose and between their heated kisses.
He broke the kiss, he glanced at her face, her lips were swollen and wet from his kisses, they were parted slightly as she panted and he could feel her heart pounding hard under her breast, her face was flushed, pleasure and desire etched into every inch of it. He felt more male pride in the fact that he was making her look like that.
When he stopped kissing her, she opened her hazy cerulean eyes, looking at him with nothing but pure trust and love for him shining there, that look made him want her even more.

His pants seemed to have gotten very tight, he groaned and started trailing soft nips and kisses down her throat again.
"I'll be gentle with you... But... ngh...”
A shift of his hips.
“PLEASE, tell me, if you want me to stop... O-or if it... God, I need you..."
He stopped and looked at her, she blinked at him, he wasn't able to tell if she fully heard him, she seemed to be lost in her own desires, but he had to try to finish telling her this. His throat was so dry with just wanting her.
"If it hurts..."
He continued and he saw her try to focus on him and his words.

Groaning, he went back to suckle at her throat and collarbone, she shivered as she felt his words form against her lust-fevered skin.
"And you need... Me to stop... T-tell me... Ok?"
He breathed finally against her skin, she didn't fully understand what he meant, but she trusted him, so she nodded as he leaned down to capture her lips again, just hoping that if she said to stop, that he could...
He'd never forgive himself if he couldn't bring himself to stop when/if she asked.

Her fingers tangled in his hair again as he kissed her deeply and hungrily, both putting all of their pent up love and passion into their actions. She moaned softly into his lips as his hands started to wander down her body.
Any logical (as logical as Ahiru could get on her best day anyway) thought left her mind as her hands slid down to start unbuttoning his shirt. The only thing in her mind was being close to him. She NEEDED him, but she didn't fully understand that. She just wanted those damn clothes gone!

He groaned softly as her small fingers undid his shirt buttons, the skin of the digits brushing lightly against his own fevered and overly sensitive skin.
"Ahiru..."
He groaned against her lips as he broke the kiss and sat up, she whimpered and reached for him, he captured the hands reaching for him and then he gently folded them on her chest and he slipped off of the bed.
"Fakir... Don't go away... I need you... Need... I don't know what I need...!"
She whined, trying to reach out.
"I know, I need the same thing as you... I'm just taking these clothes off."
He told her as he slid his shirt off, he then removed his shoes and pants and boxers, her eyes widened as he joined her on the bed again-as naked as she was, her eyes were glued to his groin.
"F-Fakir... What's that?"
She whispered, he took one of her hands and brought it to his hardened member, he groaned as he let her touch him.
"It's... ngh...It's what makes men and women different..."
She looked at his face again.
"Ah-does this hurt?"
She asked worriedly as she pulled her hand back, concerned by the look on his face and the sound he'd made. He lay beside her and shook his head.
"No,"
She studied his face for a few minutes, then she let her eyes trail back down, he groaned softly when he saw her lick her lips, he doubted she was even aware she had done it though. Suddenly she was pressed roughly into the bed and he was kissing her hungrily again.

Then, next she knew, he broke the kiss and stood, her eyes went to the hard shaft again, she was mesmerized, but he turned and headed for the bathroom saying,
"Wait here."
And before she could ask where he was going, he was gone. Closing the door firmly behind him. She blinked her confused blue eyes, and waited as he'd said.

She was kneeling on the bed, her hands resting on the mattress between her Spread knees. She chewed her lip nervously as she heard moans and grunts from the closed bathroom door. Then a faint strangled cry of her name.

She wondered faintly if he was sick, she was considering going to the door when it opened, about 15 minutes after he'd gone in.
She noticed that he was breathless, his loose hair falling down his shoulders and brushing his bare chest, her eyes searched him. He seemed fine, but, she stopped her visual inspection of him as he walked closer and she saw that the part of him she'd been interested in- was now limp.

He sat on the bed beside her and took her hands, kissing the palms of each one.

His lips lingering on one of her palms, to trail kisses down to the pulse of her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers. The pressure in her lower body became... More intense.
"Did... Did I do something wro-"
He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, she gasped into his mouth but kissed him back... When he finally broke the kiss, he hugged her, and spoke into her ear, causing a shudder to trail down her spine.
"No, you didn't do anything wrong, and you didn't hurt me..."
He whispered as he started kissing her neck, he could feel himself getting hard again, so he shifted them so that she was on her back again and he was leaning over her, looking down at her still worried face.

He smirked slightly.
"You're determined to believe something went wrong?"
She nodded, although weakly.
"Just... Let me explore you, tonight. Another night, you can have your fun and explore me. I need to remain gentle with you tonight... And if you had continued what you were doing... I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from taking you right then and there... I'm trying to remain a gentleman here, Ahiru, and you and your body, are making it VERY hard to remain one..."
He said as he trailed a finger lightly over her bare breasts, his eyes hungry again for her, she whimpered lightly and arched into his touch. She noticed that the stiffness was back in that interesting (at least to her) part of his body again, when she felt it press into her thigh as he shifted, she watched his face, and- finally, she nodded.
"I- I'll be a good girl, Fa-Fakir... But-but what do... Do people do wh-when they...?"
He gently touched her face and made her look at him as she flushed bright red.
"When people make love?"
He asked and then wondered how she was suppose to know that term... As she blinked. But he was surprised as her blush deepened and she nodded, as she looked at him innocently. He wondered now, though, HOW she knew the term "Make love" -She'd been a duck, and she was too clueless to have been with anyone, he was sure of that.

But still... He could tell she had known exactly what he meant when he had said it.
"How does a former duck, know that term?"
He asked her softly with an arched eyebrow. Her eyes widened slightly. She blinked again.
"Y-You're asking me t-that... T-that NOW?"
She asked and he grinned at her, waiting, patiently. Her face turned a deeper red.
"P-Pique and Lillie..."
She finally muttered. He blinked slowly.
"Were those two... W-when they were 13?"
She shook her head rapidly.
"No... I-I... I was a baaaad Duck. I listened to them....."
He snickered a bit at the way she'd said *bad* and looked at her, as he leaned back a bit.
"Do tell..."
She looked at anything, but him, gulping nervously (somewhat reminding him of a fish), fidgeting with her hands, then, she bristled a bit at the amused tone of his voice.
"W-well... I... Missed them so much. They were my first friends. Even though they forgot a-about me... aft-after......”
She sighed, and continued, softening her voice a bit,
“.... So I..."
"You stalked them? They had a little yellow-feathered, stalker?"
He asked, chuckling, It sounded like Ahiru's MO. She puffed out her red cheeks and slapped his arm lightly.
"N... No...!“
She thought a minute, rolling her blue eyes to the ceiling as she thought...
“Weeeeell... N-not really stalked- awe... ca'mon! It's not finny, Fakir! Don't be mean...!"
She said glaring at him as he started to laugh harder now.
"FAKIR!"
"Sorry about that, hehe... hahaha... Sorry... Do... Do go on, my lovely lady..."
He said, trying to stifle his mirth as she just glared at him with narrowed eyes. She blushed at being called lovely, but remained silent until his snickering died down...
"I followed them around. Yes... But not when they were with their guys... Or-Or anything...! Although I did see who Lillie was with... That was a-a shocker..."
"Who? Who in their right mind would be with miss-tragedy...?"
"Fakir..."
She wined his name, he grinned. He couldn't believe that they'd stopped making love, to talk. But, he was with Ahiru, after all. He leaned over, gently caressing her face. He felt satisfaction as he felt her shiver at his touch. Then he kissed her softly.
"Well...?"
He coaxed softly as he nibbled on her lip and he felt her sigh.
"You're annoying me..."
"Yeah, but you're still turned on, finish saying what your gonna say and we can get back to business, I'm curious."
She looked at him with a frown and narrowed eyes.
"Autor..."
She mumbled back. He blinked his wide green eyes at her and sat back a bit.
"Excuse me...?"
"Autor..."
She said again and looked at his arched eyebrow.
"You CAN'T be serious..."
She nodded at him, smiling somewhat weakly.
"They met outside his home... After you'd finished your Drosselmeyer/writing studies with him that day...

And... They kissed, I stayed longer than I might have, wondering what she was doing with the creep... But she went inside with him..... And then..... uh, when I heard her moaning his name..."
She blushed again.
"You ran?"
He asked and she nodded immediately. He smiled, that was his, Ahiru.

He rested his forehead against her's again, she was too cute and too innocent for her own good sometimes.
"Well... Never mind how you know the term, I suppose..."
Then he kissed her softly as he trailed his hand down, from her face....

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To Be Continued... In Chapter 2........

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