Unexpected Desires

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Haru positioned himself at her entrance. He smiled as she writhed restlessly below him, almost begging hi hur hurry. He groaned as she tried to thrust up, but his hands lowered to hold her hips in place. He was going to take his sweet time. Waiting until she lost all control. He loved it when she did that. His Saki, who controlled herself at all times.

“Ha-...Haru… Onegai…” she moaned. Haru held back his smile at her words.

“Onegai what Saki..” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sliding along her sensitized skin. “Tell me what you want.” Saki moaned again as he moved teasingly against her, entering for a few millimeters, and pulling out.

“Pl—please!” she whimpered. “Inside…” Haru groaned and granted her wish thrusting in hot and hard. She was so tight around him. Even after last night she was incredibly tight. He could barely believe how wet she was, squirming beneath him.

Saki felt her climax approaching as the tightening sensation once again gathered where they were joined. She moaned, and felt herself fly over the edge. Pleasure erupted within her like molten lava.

“Haru!!” she cried out thrusting wildly against him.

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Saki lay beneath the shade of the tree in the park. The same tree where the incident had occurred a week prior. Every day since then she’d been drawn here. She didn’t do anything, simply sat or lay beneath it’s high braches. She’d forgiven Haru, but had yet to speak to him. He had told her the story, and she knew he held something back. She, being someone who had her own secrets, was not planning to pry.

Saki sighed and stretched out. She was about to sit up when something knocked herk dok down. Saki took a deep steadying breath and looked up. A young blonde boy sat on her stomach.

“Momiji-kun.” She stated. Momiji smiled, and slid off her.

“Hi!!” He exclaimed, undeterred by her cool demeanor. “I wanted to talk.”

Saki looked over at him, and wondered what this could be about. Something told her it involved Haru. She sat up and looked over at the blonde, as she smoothed her dark hair.

“Okay.” She said calmly. Though inside for the first time in a very long time, Saki was not calm. She tried to suppress the thoughts, but in the end, wondered if she’d been too hard on Haru. Her thoughts were confirmed when Momiji spoke.

“I don’t know exactly what happened but Haru’s sad.” Momiji pouted. “He won’t play anymore. He’s always in his room. I tried to talk to him, but he said he didn’t want to. So, I tried really hard. I thought who could affect Haru like this? I thought of only two people. Yuki…” he paused, casting Saki a small look, almost afraid of her reaction. “And you.”

Saki looked at Momiji; he wondered if that was emotion he saw in her eyes.

“I think… Maybe…” Saki trailed off, hardly believing her ears. She meant something to Haru? That had also been unexpected. “Maybe I should talk to him.”

Momiji jumped up, excitement evident in his eyes and voice as he spoke.

“Come on!! I’ake ake you to where he is!!” Momiji grabbed Saki’s hand and pulled her to her feet, rushing off to reach Haru.

Saki looked up as Momiji slowed. She gasped for air, trying to fill her lungs with all the oxygen she could get. She hadn’t run like that in… well… Ever.

Saki leaned against the pole. Pole? Where were they?

“Mo-mi-ji” she gasped. “Wh-ere are we?”

“Haru’s spot.” He said. Saki looked around and saw what appeared to be an abandoned school. Elementary judging by the paintings on it. She looked around, and spotted a figure draped atop the monkey bars. She turned to ask Momiji another question but noticed that the small boy was already gone.

She turned around, gathered her nerve, and walked towards Haru. She decided to warn him before she got too close.

“Haru?” she asked as she approached the monkey bars. The white head shot up. He swiveled around to face her, and he lowered his head.

“Saki-san” he said quietly. Not sureshe she was really there. He’d been thinking about her too much lately. He felt like such an ass for going black. He was angry with himself, because he’d finally started getting some emotion out of her. That was what it seemed he’d been living for lately. To see small shreds of Saki’s emotions.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping she’d still be there. His hopes didn’t fail him, and she still stood there.

Saki watched him closely, and felt some sort of inner struggle, or contemplation. Why is it the one person she really wants to feel waves from has unreadable ones? Saki climbed up the monkey bars and sat next to Haru. She felt the cool night air slide through her hair as she settled in.

“You can’t promise it won’t happen again.” She stated, already knowing the answer. Haru shook his head.

“Well… then I can’t promise I won’t shock you again.” She said stiffly. “I… I…” Saki struggled. She couldn’t comprehend this strange feeling. This need that was rolling off her. Could she be feeling what they described in almost every movie and book? She shook her head softly, trying to clear her head. “I… can’t explain this.” Her throat was becoming dry. A lump was forming. She felt her eyes moisten. She wouldn’t cry. She told herself she wasn’t crying. She hadn’t cried then. She wouldn’t cry now. Why was everything so hard? A tear spilled down her cheek.

Haru’s eyes flew to her face; he could see a couple tears roll down her cheeks. Her eyes were tightly shut, trying not to allow them an escape. He felt something tug in his chest. He’d hurt her once, and now he was making her cry. A small part of him wanted to wave a victory flag. He’d succeeded in making her feel something. Haru’s hand moved almost involuntarily to her cheek, where his thumb brushed away her silent tears, sliding over her now wet skin.

“Don’t cry.” He soothed. “I’m not worth it.” Her eyes slid open, and Haru’s face flooded her vision. His grey eyes seeming to be able to see beyond her façade, and into the core of her being. She hiccoughed quietly, and felt herself leaning towards Haru. His face edged ever closer, and she pressed herself forward, closing the distance, and sliding her lips against his. She’d meant for the kiss to be quick, but things didn’t seem to go as planned when it came to Haru.

Ha ton tongue trailed along her bottom lip, demanding entrance. His hands slid to her shoulders as she opened her mouth to him. This was what she wished she could call a first kiss. Haru’s hands slid gently up and down her arms. He deepened tiss,iss, and his tongue slid against hers. An ancient dance ensuing between the two. Haru finally pulled back, and rested his forehead against hers. Their breaths formed small puffs as the night air had cooled considerably.

They both remained still, almost afraid that any movement would cause the moment to end. To place them back into a harsh reality neither wanted to face.