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Hidden Option	By : ArashiLeonhart Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 19901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She tasted like brandy.

It was a thought that would stick with him for a long time. Years later, he would still associate the hardy scent and taste with her, would occasionally cook for himself using it just to be nostalgic.

Copenhagen kept a stock of many foreign drinks beyond the norm, although Shirou was not entirely knowledgeable about their sources. Otoko and her father often offered him a glass here or there in acknowledgement of his hard work and occasionally sent him home with a bottle that he then hid away for some nebulous future occasion to use—and to make sure Taiga did not get her hands on it before then. He had never truly indulged himself, however, despite the fact that others his age probably would.

“I really hope you didn’t quit the club just to mop bar floors,” Ayako said.

Shirou rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but give a rueful grin. He had worked at Copenhagen longer than he had been interested in archery, but his decision to quit was indirectly related. After all, part of the reason he worked so diligently here was due to the fact that he wanted to be a help to people, whereas archery had not really done much in that regard and he had left since, at least to Shinji, he was doing the opposite.

The chairs were already set up on the tables as he cleaned. Ayako had perched herself on the bar, watching him with an odd look to her eyes as he swept the floors. She had somehow discovered his place of work—no doubt from Taiga—and had come by as the place was closing up for the evening. Otoko had grinned when Ayako had introduced herself and, somehow against what a responsible adult ought to do, had left the final closure in Shirou’s hands. Alone with an attractive girl. And cabinets full of liquor.

“I didn’t quit the club just to mop bar floors,” Shirou said. He finished the area beneath the last table and moved up to the bar. “I also repair bicycles.”

“I’d hit you with one of these bottles if it wouldn’t cost me a ton.”

He glanced up to where she was eyeing a pair of bottles left out on the counter. Short and hardly larger than a hand, they did not look like a normal sake or wine bottle. He shook his head, knowing this was going to get him into trouble, but unable to say otherwise. “Those wouldn’t cost you anything. They’re mine.”

The mystified look Ayako gave him was almost worth it. “Do they pay you in alcohol?”

He almost let out a laugh. He could read it in her expression, how she was thinking something like maybe you aren’t as dull as you seem. “Nah. I think they just like teasing me. I’ve only ever tried a little bit. Mostly I stash it away or use it for cooking dinner.”

“That’s surprising. That you’d try some, I mean.” Ayako eyed one of the bottles. “Isn’t some of this really strong?”

“So I’ve heard. Haven’t had that kind in particular.”

Ayako picked one of the bottles up at the neck and let it swing between her fingers like an oversized pendulum. “Wanna?”

“I sorta had a feeling that’s where this was going.” Shirou glanced at the door, as if sure someone was going to walk in on them and catch them red-handed. “But I guess it’s fine.”

Once again the girl looked surprised. “Really?”

He propped the mop against the side of the bar and pulled out a stool to sit up on. “You keep telling me to have fun or whatever. So, here you go, I’m acting out. Causing trouble. Having fun.”

Still a little wide-eyed but grinning all the same, Ayako ripped away the aluminum seal around the bottle head. She then fought the cork for a long, amusing moment before the thing flew out and some of the alcohol sloshed right out of the container. Ayako hastily tried to catch it by putting it to her lips, and Shirou, in a moment of well-timed reflexes, did the same. Somehow they avoided smashing their foreheads into one another. On the other hand, the initial taste of brandy was quickly overtaken as their lips locked, attempting to then steal the last vestiges of the stingy liquid from the other. The bottle almost fell from Ayako’s hand amidst it all.

Their initial plans almost forgotten, Shirou climbed atop the bar as Ayako took a quick, small sip of the drink before their lips locked again. The biting taste started to fit real well when she nipped at his lower lip and gave him a coy look that dared him to devour her right there.

This time, Shirou decided he had to be the one to surprise her. Fair was fair.

“Hey, what’re you—”

He took the drink from her hand and tipped it over her collar, sending amber-colored liquid down beneath her shirt and vest. Before she could complain, he was undoing the buttons to both garments and after pulling both aside, leaned down and followed the fluid down her body, drawing a rather loud moan from the girl. He tried to ignore the way her chest rose and fell under his touch and her breasts, clad in a nearly transparent bra that begged to be ripped right off. Instead, he kissed along her sternum and down her abdomen, chasing after the mixed taste of her body and the liquor.

Ayako squirmed, her back arching as his tongue lapped at her stomach, clearly unsure whether she was supposed to feel ticklish or aroused at the feeling. Her belly rose and fell rapidly beneath him, her skin a smooth sensation to counter the liquor’s sting. He found all traces of the liquor he could, but never stopped once it was gone, swirling around in her navel and drawing faint whimpers from the girl.

He reached beneath her body to pull at the waist of her skirt, lifting her rear full off the countertop to do so. Her legs came up into the air and he slid the fabric off slowly, revealing her bare legs and pinkish panties matching her top, just barely concealing her from his gaze.

Before she could say anything or even realize her embarrassment, his mouth descended back on her body as he held her legs straight up into the air and began assaulting the back of her knees, once more prompting her to writhe. He leaned into her body as he did, her legs sliding up over his shoulders as his mouth slid one kiss at a time up the inside of her right leg. He looked to her for permission when his hands reached for the waistband to her panties, but found her eyes closed, mouth open, too caught up in the sensation to care. He pulled with a slow, deliberate motion, fingertips gliding over her hips, but she merely let her ankles come together so he could pull the fabric clean from her body.

Shirou continued tasting her skin, lifting her legs so they were up almost to her chest. She moaned and wiggled beneath him, not-quite-giggling as his lips circled one leg and zig-zagged up the inside of her thigh until he was nearly where she wanted, only for him to circle around to the other leg, leaving Ayako to realize she was nearly lifting herself off of the bartop in desire. “E-Emiya, stop teasing me, you’d better do something or else I’m—” He halted her words by giving one teasing lick, pulling her folds apart to sweep his tongue just along the pale pink of her body and she shuddered.

He was nearly overwhelmed by her scent—or maybe he was starting to actually feel quite tipsy—and any deliberation went out the window. He plunged his tongue into her body and she immediately went tense beneath him, her body shaking so fast it was like they were on a massage bed. The strong taste of her body fought the tinge of alcohol still in his mouth and he swept his tongue in and out of her crevice, then flicked it up and down along the nub just above.

“W-w-whoa, j-just a second,” Ayako begged, rolling to her side as if unable to help herself. “Just…wait…” she moaned and went for the brandy bottle, settling herself on shaky knees before attempting another taste.

Shirou did so, but just barely, and when the bottle had left her lips he leaned up and kissed her again while his fingers slid down her body, over the enticing curve of her rear and found her growing wetness again. He slid two fingertips up into her body and she moaned in response, aggressively pulling at his tongue with her lips. She grabbed for his shoulders in a vice-like grip and returned to shaking, this time unable to clamp down entirely on the sensation.

“Are…are you…” Ayako murmured, her voice heavy and wanting, “are we going to do this now?”

His voice likewise sounded heavy, entirely too fogged over by desire to steady his breathing. “I still don’t, you know, have a condom.”

She nodded—they weren’t exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, and this situation was again spontaneous. “Is there a convenience store around?” She lazily reached for one of her discarded pieces of clothing.

“Yeah, I guess.” He helped her off the bartop, taking her hand to guide her down. He did not release it and she made no move to remove herself from his touch either. “Really?”

“Just hurry up before I change my mind.” She went for her remaining clothes and he watched, a little fascinated as she stood and put her panties and skirt back on. “Don’t forget to lock up.”

Actually, he thought that if she had not reminded him, he might have done just that.
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