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Didn't Even Make It	By : ArashiLeonhart Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 51995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: TYPE-MOON, Fate/stay night, and all related characters are not mine. I am still a poor starving writer that makes no money on this.

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Didn't Even Make It (to the End of the Movie)

They wandered through the city at midday, the hustle and bustle of workers going to lunch and shoppers taking a break, among other things. Cars, buses, and bicyclers passed, and a handful of people—mostly male—would take a second look as they went by.

Sakura felt doubly exposed. Fresh out of school, she still had the remote idea that she was doing something bizarre by being out during the middle of the day in the middle of a non-holiday week. Then, the clothing she had borrowed from Rin’s closet really felt out-of-place to her, uncomfortable despite having chosen an outfit that fit fine. While the halter top was airy and felt comfortable, the skirt was shorter than she was used to and she hadn’t thought to wear kneesocks or leggings to make up for that exposure.

Of course, Shirou’s wide eyes and blushing face had been worth it.

For the first five minutes after getting off the bus, Sakura tried to be as confident as possible, striding longer than she might normally and looking straight ahead even when she swore people were leering. But after she almost tripped in her tall shoes, she gave up on that. “I shouldn’t have worn these,” she said, frowning down at her footwear. While the sandal-like heels were stylish, she was still just not quite used to them.

“They look cute, but I don’t know how anybody can walk like that,” Shirou said. He was grinning. “Why do women buy things that they might not even use or be comfortable in?”

Sakura pouted. “Nee-san was paying.”

Shirou snickered. “Well, okay, then maybe I’d have bought ten pairs.”

They weaved through the crowded streets, Sakura now walking slower, Shirou smiling as people moved on past. As much as he might tease her about it, he liked it when she showed initiative to actively go out and do something, glad to see her slowly moving on with her guilt over past events.

They made it to their destination, a large marquee sign anchored in their vision. “So, Alice in Wonderland?” Shirou assumed the other film running, an action piece, was not Sakura’s choice.

“I’ve heard a lot about it and wanted to try to see it. It is on the last week of release here.”

So they bought tickets and got inside, foregoing snacks. “The last time I saw a movie,” Shirou said, “I drank a bunch of soda and kept having to leave to use the restroom. It is a devious plot to make us not only spend money on the snacks, but to come see the film again because you missed half of it.”

Their theater was almost completely empty: two girls, probably sukeban since they were wearing long-skirted school uniforms and clearly not in school when they should be, sat in the front row to the far right. The girls glared their way when they entered, and Sakura hurriedly led Shirou to the back row.

“If I had a phone on me, I’d call their parents,” Shirou said, sighing. He shook his head. “I am way too young to be complaining like an old man.”

“That was my first thought as well, so, I guess that makes me an old maid?”

“Maybe we should focus on the fact that this is our first official date?” Shirou was suddenly glad the dim lighting of the theater made changes in skin tone difficult to see, he was sure he was blushing a bit. “Which is strange to think about.”

Sakura tapped her finger on her chin. “So, we’re both old people and late bloomers.”

“Why am I suddenly imagining Mitsuzuri giving us some kind of look that just begs to have something thrown at it?”

Giving him a reproving look, Sakura was kept from saying anything as the projector flickered on and the speakers crackled like shifting cellophane.

They sat through the first thirty minutes, their eyes assailed by color and hijinks and eventually Johnny Depp overdubbed into Japanese. The girls in front of them weren’t even paying attention, keitai out and mailing furiously, and Shirou briefly contemplated the logistics of somehow accidentally damaging their phones and the distracting pinging noises they made.

Sakura started to fidget a little by then, whispering, “I’m cold.”

“Hm.” Shirou nodded. Besides her difference in wardrobe, they had ended up taking a spot right beneath one of the air conditioning vents. Glancing back up at the projector window and seeing nobody, then briefly looking down at the inattentive girls up front, he shrugged. He pushed a bit at the arm rest between them and was glad to find that these seats were adjustable for couples. “Trace, on.”

He created a blanket, was sure the thing would hold form for at least the duration of the movie.

Sakura watched him as he pulled it over their legs and huddled closer to her. “I’m sorry. You really shouldn’t have to do that in public, you know…”

“It really doesn’t look like anybody would notice,” he said. “We could probably be shot dead up here and those ones up front wouldn’t know.”

They continued to watch the film—in between dings from the girls’ mobile devices, anyway—and Sakura leaned into Shirou’s shoulder and curled up beneath the blanket for warmth. She mulled over the actions on screen, then thought of his apparent annoyance with the people up front. Ignorant to the glares he shot their direction, the two girls eventually appeared to get a message that directed their attention elsewhere, and they left the theater. Shirou’s eyes followed them as they left. “Are you bored, senpai?”

He turned her way and was silent for a moment, contemplating his words carefully. “A little,” he whispered back. “Just not my thing, I guess.”

“I…” Sakura gulped down the tremor building up in her throat, “I, um, have a confession to make.”

“You wanted to see the other movie?” Shirou grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Never thought you’d like over-the-top action.”

“N-no,” she flushed enough that he could even make it out in the dim ambient lighting from the screen, though she was mostly looking at him now. “Did you want to see that one?”

He shook his head. “No. It was a joke. Sorry, I interrupted.”

She sighed, and slowly started to lose her nerve. “It…well, ugh. Okay.” She wrinkled her nose in the way she sometimes did when forcing determination into her voice. “I didn’t really want to see any movie out now, honestly.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I just…um, wanted to be like everyone else for a while and do something normal.” She almost smacked her forehead against his collarbone in a reflexive bowing gesture. “I feel like I’ve wasted your time now.”

“Don’t.” He smiled. “I guess we really should’ve gone out like normal people earlier, when we were in school, then. I didn’t really think of it.”

“We were kind of busy.”

“We were.” Shrugging, Shirou took one last glance to the doorway where the sukeban had left. “Should we go find something else to do instead?”

Another blush from Sakura was bright enough to be seen. “Um…”

The corners of his eyes dipped to give a sympathetic look. “Seriously, I’m not angry. Just go on and say whatever you’re thinking.”

“Iwasthinkingofdoingsomethingelsehere.”

Shirou ran that through his head a couple of times, as if he had to filter through the audio and recollect the data before processing it again. His eyes widened at the conclusion. “Er…”

“I just—” Sakura looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole now and hide for the remainder of the week. “You know, before we get too old to do something stupid like that?”

Despite the deer-in-headlights feeling he still had, Shirou managed to laugh a little at that. “And here I was complaining about being old…”

“I thought about it before, at school,” Sakura was muttering, “but I was pretty certain we really shouldn’t do it then, I mean, it’s a nice fantasy, but, I didn’t think you would want that, and I was embarrassed to—”

Shirou leaned in, curling one arm around her waist beneath the blanket and catching her lips with his. Her mouth opened immediately to accommodate and her tongue flicked against his, and he grinned even as they kissed. “You’re not the only one that thinks about stuff like that, you know,” he said.

Her lips sought his neck, nipping and licking playfully, and he groaned, trying to pull her closer. The shock of the whole situation had shifted to something closer to excitement, and he glanced up at the back wall again to see if anybody was watching them from the projector room. He was doubly glad that the girls had left now, as the coast was completely clear.

He pulled Sakura almost completely onto his lap, the girl making a startled “eep!” into his skin. He twisted her around until she was spooned against him, forcing her to turn away as his mouth went for her neck, his hands moving around her waist to hold her to him. The startled noises she made turned quickly to a lower, faint moan, and her hips started a slight grinding into his groin.

“So, what did you think of?” Shirou asked directly into her right ear. “What exactly?”

She shivered almost violently, her hands grabbing for his. “T-this,” she said, “almost exactly.” She guided one down, and he pulled her skirt up. “Once, I thought of you coming up behind me and touching me when nobody was around…”

He pulled aside her panties and his fingertips moved up along her, causing her to do some pleasurable squirming in his lap. “And?”

Sakura glanced over her shoulder at him, almost angry he could keep his voice even. But she was relieved to see that even the motion of turning had caused him to involuntarily drop his chin; he didn’t look nearly as composed as he sounded. She whimpered momentarily when he started moving his fingers in circles just where she felt most sensitive, leaned back when his free hand came up under her blouse to brush at her through her bra. “And t-then…” she whispered, “right up against one…of those windows at school…” she fell short on breath and gasped out the end, “you fucked me.”

Shirou almost whimpered himself; usually she was very reserved about her choice of expression. He thought it might be the slightly dangerous situation they were in—because he felt about like they were suddenly on stage performing to an audience. Or perhaps on screen was more appropriate. He swirled his fingers against her hard enough that he was sure it must have been painful. “S-say again?” he muttered, not even sure what he was saying himself.

Sakura ripped herself out of his grip, standing fast and, her hands beneath her skirt, shoving her underwear right down to her ankles. Shirou went for the clasp of his own pants in record time as she looked over her shoulder at him, brushing her hair back to give him a good look, and her hips wavered in perfect view. “You fucked me right there, where anyone could see—”

Chasing after her, Shirou leapt to his feet, pulling his clothing off only enough to not be in the way. He flipped her skirt up and brushed himself against her, mimicking his earlier touch, and her butt wiggled accordingly. “Say it again,” he ground out, demanding.

“Fuck me,” she said, changing to a plea, “right here…”

He moved his hips forward into hers, felt her envelop him completely, and she let out a girlish sound halfway between sob and moan. The moment he started to withdraw, she clinched tighter around him as if unwilling to let him part from her body, and he swore he started seeing stars in his peripheral vision.

They moved in tandem, her thrusting back to meet him, the sound of her ass smacking against his hips somehow louder than whatever was going on in the movie. Sakura held onto the seat ahead of them, and completely disjointedly, she thought that she liked these shoes better for the way they positioned her better to match Shirou’s height.

And then one of his fingers swirled right above where he moved into her, and her own hands shot down to brush just below, the touch both tickling and toe-curling, and she felt the buildup within. “C-cominn—” she started to say, but her voice went completely dry. Shivering from anything but the cool air, she pushed harder back against each thrust.

“Did…” Shirou gasped for air, realizing he was salivating as he watched her, “did you like this…fantasy…?” He absently flicked the tie at her neck, releasing the top of her shirt to hang loosely from her shoulders.

Sakura moaned low, shuddering as she came. Her hips came up even more as her shoulders dipped and she rested her forehead on the back of the seat ahead of them. Unable to reply, she nodded furiously.

As he often did after she came, Shirou felt even more rabid and frantic to move into her at the same time desperate to hold on for as long as he could. Pulling completely away from her, he took her hand and pulled her back up, then half-guided, half-shoved her out of their seat row. When Sakura’s back hit the wall, he moved up to her, pulled her shirt the rest of the way down and pulled her bra up, briefly admiring the view. Sakura wavered in place, waiting, before he pressed back up against her body and, taking a hold of her by her rear, thrust back up into her once more.

Sakura mewled into his mouth as he descended on her again, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her between himself and the wall. Her hands slapped against his shoulders each time he drove into her, and it wasn’t long before she was shuddering again with a need for release.

His fingers again dug into her skin, and one brushed along where she was sensitive, calling another deep moan out of her throat. He held her as she did, swaying his motions, and when she was strong enough she pushed back on his shoulders and he withdrew from her.

Panting, Shirou leaned his hands onto the wall as Sakura fell to her knees in front of him, unabashedly taking him into her mouth after swirling her tongue around him once. He could not help but move, resuming the same desperate push into her, and it wasn’t long until he flooded into her warmth.

Sakura licked all around his body until he was finished, the touch of her breath almost bringing him right back up—

A giggle.

Both of their heads snapped to look down back at the entrance, and they saw the two girls from earlier watching from the doorway. Upon being spotted, both girls chortled even louder and dove out of the room.

“Uh…” Shirou glanced around, and then up at the screen, realizing the movie was probably ending soon.

Sakura was no longer blushing, more stark-white. She quickly pulled her bra back on rightly and went to go retrieve her panties. “…Hurry?”

“Yeah,” Shirou said, almost smacking his head into the wall out of embarrassment.

They both peeked out of the room, checking to make sure the sukeban had not gone and for some reason tattled to the theater staff about what they had witnessed. With an obviously forced sort of composure, they half-walked, half-ran from the screen. “Wonderful movie,” Shirou said, loudly and obviously. Sakura nodded in agreement.

In the theater next door, marked Clash of the Titans, unbeknownst to them, a completely different opinion was being formulated.

Perseus beheaded Medusa on the screen, and Rider glared. “No, no, no, no, not like that. Who wrote this?”

AN:

Sukeban means “boss girl” and is a kind of delinquent culture.
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