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Rainy Night Lust - Payback	By : bloop54321 Category: +M to R > Princess Tutu Views: 3742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rainy Night Lust
- 2-Payback!
- 1
- 2
WARNING!!!!!!!!!
CONTAINS BORDERLINE-MESSED-UP ADULT
MATERIAL. You totally better be over 18 if you are reading this.
And this is not just just ANY adult
material. its got FAKIR'S KINKY SEX GAME. I'm so not
kidding.
ENJOY!!
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.
Ahiru blushed scarlet, and stood
facing Fakir. "Um, Fakir? I know we agreed not to do THAT
activity again, but.."
"No. Absolutely not,"
Fakir said firmly. He kicked himself mentally. "What the hell
am I doing?? I lost control once, no twice. I cannot lose it again!
Granted, she initiated our second... no, NO, NO! THIS IS NOT WHAT
FRIENDS do!"
Ahiru, still blushing, stared at him
for what seemed like 3 hours, then hesitantly reached up and linked
arms around his neck. She froze for a second, embarrassed by her
forwardness, then relaxed and dropped her head onto to his shoulder.
"Fakir. I can't think of anything else to do to pass the time!" "And I could never ever ever ever TELL you this, but I
wouldn't mind if we, er, did that special activity, that intimate
Pas De Deux again... "
Fakir pushed Ahiru roughly away from
his body, and made himself walk over to the far side of the room.
Good. Now there was a table between them. "Ahiru, we can't. I
can't!" He shook his head and mumbled, "I've never forgiven myself for that first time."
"But- but I..." Ahiru
stammered, took a deep breath, then blurted out,
"I-wanted-to-do-it-too!" Ahiru was flustered and
confused by his selective memory and powerful self-loathing. "I really enjoyed our first time together, even if he was a bit unsure. I certainly didn't know what to do! I know I hesitated in the beginning, but I thought I, er, demonstrated my mutual feelings to him! Why
does Fakir always think it's his fault?"
Ahiru took another breath, and tried again. "Fakir, I wanted us to..." She hesitated, not sure what to define her desire as. "I wanted
us to kiss-and-do-more too, the first time! Didn't I prove that to you the following
week IN THE DANCE STUDIO, or have you forgotten already?"
Fakir grimaced, but the memories
which had successfully shut away during the duration of the evening
filtered through his rigid mental stance. Those memories danced
tantalizingly in his mind. To once again taste the flavor of her
neck, run his fingers down her trembling sweat-slicked back, feel the
weight of her leg against his shoulder, hear her gasp his name in
ecstasy as it echoed around the practice room... To watch the
tendons on her hands stand out from gripping the balance bar against
his pounding, to dig his fingers into her hips as he lost himself in
her...
Argh! Fakir squashed the memories
firmly, turning away from Ahiru. THIS was why he wanted to practice
at his house, rather than in the dance studio. "Not to get more
privacy," he told himself, half lying. "But to get away
from any lingering memories of being alone with her, with our gasping
breaths, and sweaty bodies.." Fakir shook his head to dispel
the thoughts, and turned to face her again.
"No, Ahiru, we can't. We AGREED
to be friends, after both times! Remember? I don't...""I don't want to test our friendship, again." He sunk back into his melancholy mood, self-hatred from his lack of control stamped across his face.
"Fakir."
Fakir halted his self-debasement, and
looked bleary up at Ahiru as she slowly circled the table, coming to stand
in front of him again.
Ahiru despaired as she came to Fakir. "How did he get to be in such a bad mood? He was fine earlier!" Ahiru frowned, and thought back to other encounters when he was in similar spirits with her present. "The only thing that would get him to smile again is... either if he is given an opportunity to make fun of me, or if I distract him another way." Ahiru's breath hitched, as she thought of exactly what she wanted the distraction to be. The latter became her plan of action; he wasn't going to tease her or drop her again that night. "He won't want to kiss me right away (or do anything else)
because of his dumb chivalry and bad mood. Plus, he'll probably be extra careful now to make sure
that I don't pull off what I did in the dance studio. Hmm, but if I
make it a game, then maybe he'd let his guard down!"
"Fakir?
Can we try a variation to my game? You know, the 'Payback' game?"
Fakir arched an eyebrow and nodded,
eyes never leaving hers.
Ahiru motioned for Fakir to sit down
on the chair. He opted instead to lean against the table. Ahiru
stared at Fakir's impassive face and casual posture, blushing
furiously as she slowly slipped one, then the other shoe off.
Fakir
frowned. "How is this a variation on Payback?"
Ahiru smiled shyly, still beet red
from her own forwardness. "Because you can only watch. No
tickling is allowed, in this variation. You can't touch me at all." She hoped that he would catch her reference, and had a feeling that it would bother him to no end. "Whatever. He deserves to be teased, after last week! Payback!" Her eyes grew round in
anticipation as she unbuttoned her cuffs and rolled her sleeves up, watching Fakir's burning
stare trail a path along the exposed skin of her arms.
Fakir was fully erect the moment
Ahiru removed her second shoe. The idea of Ahiru taking off her own
clothes drove him insane with desire, and he did his best to keep it from his face, but her expression told him that he was failing horribly. He wanted to shred
the damned material blocking his view, so that she would never be
able to tease him like this again. Of course she was mocking him now;
during their last two encounters he had insisted on removing her
clothes himself, and she was still probably bitter that he won that
mini battle in the dance studio, especially after he used her own
tights to tie her to the balance bar... His mind slipped back to the present. The very act of her innocently rolling her sleeves up
completely blew away any sort of chivalrous restraint left in Fakir's mind.
He later thought how ironic the situation was; the fact
that Ahiru grinding with him on the table, tickling him, and haunting
his memories did not destroy his obligation to 'friendship'. Yet,
the innocuous action of her rolling up sleeves... exposing creamy
skin that stretched taut under smoothly toned muscles.. would totally
make him want her more than ever.
Ahiru was about to bend down and
remove her socks when Fakir grabbed her around the waist and hoisted
her up. Ahiru squealed happily, ("My plan worked!") and dug
her fingers into his hair, kissing him. She pulled out his hair tie
and wrapped her legs around his waist, unbuttoning his jacket and
undershirt as he stumbled with her to his bedroom.
Once at the bedroom, Fakir dropped
the still-blushing temptress onto the bed, and quickly stripped off
his blue outer jacket. Ahiru jumped up to help Fakir remove his white shirt, but he pushed her back down and instead removed her socks,
throwing them carelessly away. Ahiru wrapped her arms around his
neck again, and Fakir grabbed her for another embrace, standing up
again with her hips pressed suggestively against his straining front. She wrapped her legs around his waist but one of her legs slipped from the fabric of his pants, which 'forced' Fakir to grip
her under her butt to keep her center pressed against his erection.
Fakir's tongue delved deep into
Ahiru's mouth, reliving and creating glorious memories.
Ahiru tried to keep up with Fakir's
passionate kissing, but like last two times, found it difficult to do
anything more than just accept him. She eventually got the hang of
sliding her tongue along his, and when she licked his bottom lip,
Fakir made a sound deep in his throat and pivoted his body, lowering
both of their bodies onto the bed with Ahiru conveniently under him.
He continued to maintain a strong
grip on her butt, and pulled his face away from hers, as he slowly
-and sensually- ground his erection into her center. Ahiru stared
into Fakir's eyes, a tiny sound escaping from her lips. She tried to struggle against his hands cupped on her back, but he held on tightly, a small smile playing on his lips. Ahiru averted her eyes and turned her
face, mumbling something incoherent that ended in an almost silent
moan.
"What?" Fakir whispered
darkly into her ear. When he got no response from Ahiru other than
her wrapping her thighs around his hips, to try and speed things up,
Fakir purposefully stopped moving. He grabbed her legs, and pried them off him. "None
of that," he smirked, while Ahiru turned her face and stared
guiltily at him with large eyes. "What did you say, earlier?"
"I said, could you please, um,
speed up the tempo?" she asked imploringly.
Fakir laughed softly, and sat up, struggling
to pull his pants and boxers off with one hand while keeping Ahiru's
hands at bay. He still had his white shirt on, but no matter. He
grabbed the waistband of her panties (under her skirt) and quickly
slid them off, roughly pulling her legs upwards as he went. She
squealed, and tried to cover herself with her hands. He kneeled up
high on the bed, and yanked her legs upward, so that her knees were
hooked on his shoulders. The only body parts of Ahiru that remained
on her bed was her head, and shoulders. She was forced to keep her
arms on the bed too, to maintain balance; the rest of her body angled
upward to Fakir, which caused her skirt to bunch around her stomach.
Fakir had, in his opinion, quite a nice view.
"
Ahiru whispered to Fakir, as he trailed fingers down her thighs,
towards her apex.
"What's embarrassing?"
Fakir murmured, as he slowly slid a finger down her already-wet
center. "Are you embarrassed by how beautiful you are, from this angle?"
Ahiru frowned, blushing furiously, and struggled to rally
an argumentative response in her lust-driven brain. "Well, you always tell me what a moron I am, a-and I
know how plain-looking I am, Fakir, so stop trying to make up silly
commen-ahhh,
Fakir-that-feels-really, -no-Fakir-please-don't-stop-, wait-stop-ahh-Fakir-please-I-don't-know-if-I-ahh-ahhhh!"
Fakir congratulated himself for
thinking of an effective way to silence Ahiru in their current
position. He found the spot right above her core, the one that gave her pleasure, and slowly manipulated it with his
fingertips. After she gave up her rant, he moved his hand away, much to her disdain.
Ahiru squeezed her legs, but quickly
let go; she didn't want to choke him. Well, she did, for a variety of reasons -including teasing her now!- but she'd wait and see what he was going to do. She couldn't help her curiosity, but the position intrigued her.
"Now, Ahiru," Fakir teased
lightly, fingertips gently brushing around her center, slipping over
her clothes to play with her belly, "I want try a variation of this Payback game, too. Shall we begin?"
Ahiru's heart rate began to increase at his voice's sensuality, and she gazed nervously into his laughing eyes. "What is he going to do??" Ahiru nodded
as best as she could.
Fakir traced a finger back to her
center. "Now, you know how much I enjoy writing, Ahiru... Let's
make this a writing game. Is that okay?"
Ahiru, still not understanding where
this was going, again gave her consent.
Fakir used one hand to keep one thigh
slightly apart, and slowly dipped the pointer finger of his writing
hand towards her center. "Ahiru, it's simple enough. If you
win 10 points, then I will," he hesitated, thinking of what she
would enjoy. "I will let you... 'be in charge' ".
Ahiru frowned. "What?"
Fakir thought back to earlier in the
evening, when she sat on top of him and gleefully ground herself into
him, proclaiming herself to 'be in charge'. "I'll explain
later, IF you win. If I win, then I get to try a new something on
you," Fakir murmured sultrily. Ahiru, still wide-eyed, nodded.
"Now, for the rules of the game-
Guess the letter that I'm tracing..." He slowly slid his
finger around her center point, circling her as if tracing an "O".
"Ahh!" Ahiru gasped,
arching her hips up.
"Wrong, Ahiru. That wasn't even
a letter," Fakir chided. "Point for me. Try again."
Fakir's finger slid down her center,
and dipped into her slightly, watching Ahiru as she struggled to keep
herself from moaning aloud again.
Ahiru was determined to win this
game, but this seemed hardly fair! Her eyes flew open, when he
slowly entered her. "I", she gasped.
Fakir grinned roughly, slowly pulling
his finger out. "Not bad." He was also determined to win,
though. He traced a P, again circling her center with the loop of
the letter.
"Mmmmm, q?"
Ahiru hummed after a bit, trying to angle her body towards his meandering
hand.
Fakir shook his head. "No,
moron, it was a 'P', but I suppose you get half a point for guessing
the mirror image."
Ahiru sighed in relief when his
finger slid over her center, and stayed there for a delicious moment.
"So, we're still even?"
Fakir raised an eyebrow. "No,
we're not. I have 2 points, while you," he whispered huskily,
sliding a finger into her, "have a bit of catching up to do."
Fakir withdrew his digit again, and
lazily traced a 'Z'.
"K!" Ahiru announced
confidently, which belied her legs now flexing on his shoulders,
trying to draw him closer.
"Ahiru, we must have more after
school tutoring sessions if you cannot even identify your letters.
The letter 'K' has four straight strokes in it, but the
letter I used had only three. What letter was that?"
"Umm, can you trace it again?"
"Sure, only you lose half a
point."
"Noo! It's okay!" Ahiru
bit her lip in helpless pleasure, trying to rack her mind for a
letter with three strokes.. "T?" Ahiru asked hopefully.
"No. T has only two strokes, you
moron, see?" Fakir demonstrated, first sliding his finger
vertically down, then reaching up to cross the 'T', gently
brushing her center, causing Ahiru to convulse.
Fakir continued his torture (er,
ministrations) on an increasingly desperate Ahiru. "Ahiru, you
know I just won my ten points," he notified her smugly after a
short while.
Ahiru glared glassy eyed at him. "No
fair! I demand a bonus round!"
Fakir blinked. "And why should
I give you a bonus round?"
"Be-Because," she stammered
while struggling to remain focused, "you stopped me in my new
version of Payback, just earlier. So, I wasn't able to even
complete my game. Plus, you broke the rules by touching me!" ("Not that I really minded...") "You should compensate me a BIT for that," she
finished her sentence with an outraged tone, which mildly shocked
Fakir.
"She should've only been
able to moan after that much pleasure, not think up plausible
arguments!" Fakir chided himself on not performing well
enough. He thought of a way to rectify that situation as well as
pacify Ahiru.
"Okay, Ahiru. A bonus round.
You get one chance to guess the WORD that I am tracing. I'll go slow; one letter at
a time. If you do not get it, then I am champion. If you DO get it,
then you get... five poi-"
"8.5 points!" Ahiru shot
back. "No, nine points, so that I would win." Ahiru felt hopeless. She had to figure out a word?? It was hard enough
keeping her mental awareness by guessing a single letter... "Fakir, you must give me nine points if I win, because its, its...
it's hard!"
Fakir sighed, and conceded with a brisk nod.
Ahiru grinned sugary-sweetly at him,
and was about to boast about her impending victory when he yanked on
her legs, pulling her lower body into a more steep angle. She
squealed, but fell silent upon feeling Fakir's warm breath on her lower
regions.
"Ready?" he whispered
darkly.
Ahiru almost died from embarrassment,
of having Fakir so close to her center, and from anticipation of what
he was going to 'write'... but how could he get his tracing finger
there now, if he was gripping her thighs so roughly with both hands?
Fakir took a deep breath, trying to
engrave this moment into his memory; his senses were on overload, and
he was trying desperately to keep a tight grip on his own desires
which had been slowly building and were now demanding to be set free.
He decided on his word he would write on Ahiru- 'princess'.
"Fitting," he thought satisfactorily to himself, "writing her own title on her. Not that it's my real reason for selecting that word." The word 'princess' would be
impossible for her to decipher due to sheer length, which secured his winning. (Oh, he had something quite appropriate planned for Ahiru, if.. no, WHEN he won.) Tracing this particular word would allow him to complete
the last two letters as lavishly as he deemed, which was obviously good for granting some blissful pleasure to the losing Ahiru.
He kissed her gently, ignoring
Ahiru's gasp and flexing legs, and stuck his tongue out, gently
tracing a 'P'.
Ahiru's eyes shot open, and she tried
to wiggle out from her very awkward position. "Fakir, you said
you wouldn't do, do that again!" she wailed, but her argument
was efficiently cut off as he traced an 'r', followed by an 'i', punctuating each letter with a kiss. He
emphasized the dot on that last letter, and gripped her struggling
legs tighter. 'n'. 'c'. 'e'. Ahiru was so close now, so close!
Her breathing was erratic, and she was trying to wrap her legs around
his head, trying to push her body off the bed with her hands,
anything to move herself closer to Fakir. He grinned and lavishly
traced one S, maliciously letting his tongue slowly slide around a bit more than the letter called for.
"Fakir! Ahh, is that even a
letter?? Ahh, oh, I think I'm, I think you should stop. WAIT don't
stop!"
Fakir stifled a groan, and a severe
urge to just drop her body onto the bed and thrust himself into her.
He swallowed his impatience; he had one more letter to go.. but
perhaps he should first finish up his first 'S'. He
completed it with a flourish just as she demanded for him to stop.
When he complied, she locked her legs around his head, and
panted out a desperate plea to continue.
He grinned slightly, pulled her legs back a bit, and placed his
tongue on her center which was throbbing in time with her rapid
heart rate. Hmm, so that's the tempo of her dance; what would she do
if he purposefully ignored the metronome-heartbeat, and created a
second rhythm at half the time? He slowly slid his tongue in a languid
curl for the top part of the "S", pulsing his tongue's
pressure rhythmically, and Ahiru's breathing hitched. He held his
breath with her, and swept his tongue downward to complete the S just
as she keened out in a shuddering breath, her body convulsing
oh-so-amazingly in his hands. She whispered his name over and over,
and Fakir mentally patted himself on the back. Now THAT was a good
performance.
He kissed and gently sucked her as
she rode the aftershocks of her pleasure, then slowly backed himself
up, laying a satiated and quiet Ahiru down on the bed. His dark
green eyes never left her face, as he stretched out on the side of
her, gently unbuttoning her shirt.
"What was the word that I
traced, princess?" Fakir crooned silkily, confident that she
would never get it.
Ahiru didn't answer, instead she
hooked one leg onto his hip, and swung him off her. She climbed on
top of him, and grinned at Fakir's bewildered expression from the
pillow, then bent down to kiss him. She froze, and pulled back
slightly, a perplexed question on her lips. He smiled slyly at her, and
placed his still-moist pointer finger against her lips. "Shh.
That's what you taste like, princess. Now, answer my question."
Ahiru licked her lips experimentally,
made a peculiar face, then said, "I totally know the answer, but
I don't want to say it yet. Can I just act it out?"
Fakir frowned, and was about to
respond when Ahiru dropped down on top of him again, kissing him
feverishly. She ground her center into his erection (which was covered by her skirt), and sat up to
take her shirt and shift off. He grabbed her hands, and she swatted
them away, managing taking off her top and undergarment by herself.
Fakir was amused by her aggressive
response to his offered help. "Did she truly know what he
traced with his tongue? Maybe. She IS being quite assertive, and is
acting like quite the princess..."
He decided to allow her a moment to
'be in charge', if only to humor her, and because it looks like she
won, anyhow. "I'll halt her 'victory' gloating in a bit. THEN I'll 'introduce' her to my idea. Not sure if she'd be that compliant. I'd have to get a pair of her tights, on top of finding that prop... "
Fakir's thoughts were drawn back to
the present when he felt Ahiru try to put his straining erection
into her center one-handed, while the other hand held her skirt up. She was struggling, partially because she still had not
gotten the knack, but mostly because she was flustered to be grabbing
him so intimately. She gripped him tightly when she missed again,
and he winced. "Ow, don't do that Ahiru."
Ahiru yelped, appalled, and sat
back quickly, letting go of him and watching his grimace of pain
slowly relax.
"Silly; if you needed help, just
ask." Fakir drew her hips back over his, and angled his
erection into her.
Ahiru slowly slid himself downward,
till he was fully inside her. She smiled softly at him, adjusting to
the peculiar sensation that she was learning to get used to, but
still slightly uncomfortable with. Fakir's hands were gripping her
thighs tightly, making indents in her toned legs.
"Ahiru," he grated out.
"This... feels..." he was lost for words, just basking in
the absolute bliss his body was overpowered with. He took a second
to compose himself -"I must NOT climax before she does!"-
and opened his eyes again.
She was still staring at his face,
chewing her lower lip as if in contemplation. "Fakir? Um, so
this time I am... leading?" She whispered hopefully.
"Only if you want to,"
Fakir answered back, thinking to himself, "I would have no
problem taking the lead of this dance again, Princess, but since you
have won the game, I'll be fair. Your 'prize' has a time limit on it, though.
You'll discover that soon enough."
Ahiru placed her hands firmly onto
his abs, and slowly lifted her body off his, till the tip of his
penis was about to fall out. It did, and Fakir groaned aloud.
"Oh! Sorry!" Ahiru
apologized, embarrassed. "If I'm in the lead, then I should
KNOW what to do, not mess stuff up!" She grabbed his erection
again (this time gently), and tried to slide herself back on, but
again struggled to do so. Fakir made a sound in the back of his
throat. He inched his hands up to her waist, then swiftly pulled her
off of him, and threw his own body on top.
"Your time is up,
Ahiru," he growled into her ear. "Now, watch how a pro
leads", he whispered as he thrust deeply into her.
Ahiru made a fist in the sleeve of
his shirt, and used the other hand to cover the sounds emitting from
her mouth. Looks like Fakir got impatient, not that she really cared. This was just like their first time together, only
that time, their tempo was more... sporadic. They were getting the
hang of working together. Practice, she thought, flustered.
Ahiru's eyes shot open when Fakir
growled her name. "Look at me," he commanded. His mouth
was slightly open, as he struggled to maintain a solid beat with his
thrusting. This feat was made more difficult when Ahiru locked her
legs around his hips, trying to pull him in closer. He was too close
to climaxing, and she seemed to know it, because she began to play with his nipples. "Damn it. Must.. not... lose it." He stopped moving within her, and bent his
head next to hers. "Do you know how long I've been thinking
about this moment?" Fakir gasped into her ear, trying to catch his breath and looking to stall Ahiru while he regained control.
Ahiru, upset that Fakir had stopped,
started to blab, "Well, I had my ideas because you seem way
too calm and collected. Because, remember how confused we both were
the first time, and then the second time we almost got caught and you
bruised my hips me because our rhythm was syncopated and you were
trying to fix it, and my tights got stuck on the bar and how we
couldn't get them off... But now, you act as if you actually PLANNED this meeting when it was my id-"
Fakir placed a firm hand over her
mouth, and reconsidered his thoughts. "Hn. I was about to
admit that I had wanted you since the moment that you had pulled me
from the tree. No, maybe earlier. But, knowing you, Ahiru, you
would use that knowledge to get back at me after this one rainy night
of lust."
Instead of responding verbally, Fakir
chose to nip her ear gently.
"Ow!" Ahiru yelled, pulling
Fakir's hand away from her mouth, and gripping it. "Fakir, you never answered your question
about how... long you've wanted..me." She floundered off,
embarrassed by the directness of his statement, but went on doggedly.
"Well, and, and now you're abusing me. Again! You've dropped
me, you've teased me and pulled me into really really uncomfortable
positions, teased me more, and now you're chompin-"
Fakir's lips clamped onto hers, and
he commenced moving within her, slowly. "Good, that shut her
up." The
small break had pulled him back from the brink of orgasm, and her
jabbering only helped ease his overwhelming desire. He'd definitely
have that prop ready to gag an over-talkative Ahiru, next time.
Ahiru wrenched her head away, and Fakir prepared to stop her verbal onslaught again, but she just moaned his name. Her breath was becoming shallower
by the second, and she continued to hold one of his arms and one hand,
arching his hips up to meet his thrusts. "Fakir-ah-ah-ah-ah,"
she yelled in time with his beats.
Fakir was instantly on the edge of
orgasm again. He couldn't help it; couldn't hold it back. Hearing
his name on her lips just drove him to the pinnacle, and this time there
was no waiting for her.
"Ahiru," he groaned, and
wrapped his arms around her petite body as he lost himself in
oblivion.
When Fakir came to, Ahiru was
blessedly silent. The only sound was the rain outside. She was
gently stroking his back through his white shirt, moist from sweat.
Fakir realized then that she still
had her skirt on, too, and frowned. He had to work on his patience;
he totally forgot to undress (both himself and her) in his haste to
get to business. Another thought came to mind, and he quickly rolled
off of her, and sat up. "Ah, Ahiru... I'm sorry."
Ahiru, who was quite satisfied by the
turn of events during the night, sat up when she heard the disdainful
tone in Fakir's voice. "Wh-what? Did something happen? What
are you sorry about?" She grew a bit fierce. "If you
apologize for 'taking advantage of me', I'll have you remember that I
wanted this to happen, AGAIN. And it was my own game that got us
here-"
"I never made you... I never
made you climax again," he said in a dead whisper, horrified at
his lack of control. "Damn it! I probably hurt her like last two times, too."
She looked at him confusedly, then
upon realizing what he meant, blushed furiously. "What??? You
didn't have to!! I was totally enjoying myself! Your game..."
She gulped, remembering exactly what he did to her, "it was
exactly all I needed Fakir. Please stop beating yourself up. I'm
happy, see?"
She grinned at him, then stifled a
yawn. He sighed, grabbed the mussed blankets from the foot of the bed, and
piled it on the top of the two of them, then removed their remaining
clothes before pulling her in close.
Fakir laced his fingers through her
hair lazily, and traced her hairline. "Ahiru, so now you can
tell me: what was the answer to my Payback variation?"
"Ah, it was easy!! And..
romantic." She blushed. "You traced the word 'Love!'"
she announced triumphantly, and snuggled closer.
Fakir's eyes widened as he registered
the answer, and pulled his body away from her. "No I didn't! I
wrote the word, 'princess!' I even gave you a hint, no MULTIPLE
hints right after. I CALLED you princess for the rest of the night!
Moron! You can't pick up anything, even when someone says it right
into your ear."
Ahiru shook her head, and smiled
knowingly. If he wanted to try to lie to her, that was fine. But
this duck in particular had a knack of discovering feelings that
others found hard to find, or identify.
Fakir huffed, and pulled her back
into his embrace. "You know, the word 'princess' has 4 more letters than
the word 'love', not to mention each letter is shaped completely
differently; the only letter they share is 'e'!!"
Ahiru's only response was to sigh.
"Moron," he muttered
contently, and they curled up and fell asleep to the soft
pitter-patter of rain.
Author's Note: thank you for reading!
I am contemplating writing about their "2nd time together",
in the Dance Studio. Should be interesting. Definitely involves
Ahiru trying to molest Fakir, Fakir tying Ahiru to the balance bar
with her own tights, and a mystery character entering the room at
quite an inopportune moment. Anyone interested?
I quite frankly don't want to hear any
complaints over this story's super-graphicness, so you will not get
sympathy from me if Fakir/Ahiru have destroyed your innocence.
Any grammatical/spelling errors? Let me
know! Any OOC moments? Oh well, too bad. Let me know, and I'll try
to correct it next time::big sunny smile::
P.S. totally my second time ever
writing a lemon. So, regardless of my non-chalant attitude, I
wouldn't mind some constructive criticism.
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