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Moondance	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 11329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Characters and world of Rosario+Vampire are the intellectual property of Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this piece.

Chapter List
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Chapter 5: Under the Serious Moonlight
- Angst
“I must say, I’m surprised at you,” Moka said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled over the teens in their room in the “love hotel.” The beautiful vampire still wouldn’t look at her bedmate. “I never took you for such a pervert, Tsukune.”
The young man glanced over, admiring how the coverlet traced yet obscured Moka’s body, hinting at treasures thus far unrevealed. “Wait a second,” he protested. “How am I a pervert?”
“Enjoying my foot so thoroughly,” his date replied matter-of-factly, “marks you clearly as a pervert.”
“It was your idea,” he countered.
“You could have declined,” Moka answered coolly. “Instead, you indulged your deviant desire for women’s feet.”
Tsukune sighed in frustration. “It’s not like that at all!” he objected. “It’s just… I think you’re beautiful and sexy – every part of you. I mean, for a second when you turned around, I thought about how cute your belly-button is,” he admitted, laughing at the ridiculousness of it.
Moka chuckled. “I don’t know if I believe that,” she told him, “but it was sweet of you to say. Maybe even a little smooth, too.” She turned her head fractionally towards him.
“May I, ah, hold your hand?” asked Tsukune, feeling suddenly bold. He turned his head to look at her, awaiting her response.
“I suppose you’ve earned that much,” she answered, intertwining her fingers with his.
Tsukune beamed. His stomach felt like it was tied into knots, and his heart soared. If I weren’t lying down, he mused, I’d be doing flips right now.
Slowly Moka’s head turned towards him as well. When their eyes met – his brown and her hers crimson – the air seemed to thicken. Both felt themselves being pulled towards the other.
“Tsukune?” Moka began, almost tentatively.
“Moka,” replied Tsukune, licking his lips.
The vampire’s lips parted. She felt Tsukune’s warm breath on her face and felt his lips mere millimeters from hers. She whispered his name; yet a part of her screamed, What am I doing?
The human’s eyes drifted shut as he almost-felt Moka’s lips, so near but just out of reach. No interruptions this time, he prayed to any deities who might be listening. She’s really gonna kiss me this time. Her name escaped from his lips.
At the last moment, Moka pulled herself back. With a wicked smirk, she reached with her free hand to flick Tsukune on the forehead playfully. His eyes opened in surprise, prompting her to explain: “If you think we’re going to kiss, you’re mistaken. We aren’t that intimate.” Almost immediately, she regretted her words due to the look of bruised hurt in her date’s eyes, though she kept her expression neutral.
What the hell? Tsukune wondered. We’re lying in bed in a hotel together mostly naked. You just rubbed me off using your foot. But, somehow, we’re “not that intimate”? He fought the urge to scream by clenching his teeth and staring at the ceiling again.
After a long, almost painful silence, Moka said, “That sounded much harsher than I meant. It’s just that… as you might imagine… all of this is uncharted territory for me. Kissing, dating, even just dealing with people outside of fighting – it’s all so new to me, so unfamiliar.” She closed her eyes, not wanting to admit that apologizing was also alien to her. “I hope you can forgive me,” she managed.
Tsukune didn’t answer at first. Finally he responded, “I guess I can do that. It must have been hard on you this evening.”
More than you realize, Moka thought. Aloud, she said, “Yes, and I can tell you’re rather tired from dealing with me. Perhaps we should turn in.”
Tsukune nodded and released her hand to roll onto his side, facing away from Moka. The young woman found herself more stung by that maneuver than she might’ve anticipated. It weighed on her mind, delaying the advent of sleep.
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Consciousness, when it returned to Moka, returned in stages, one sense at a time.
First was feeling – the plush mattress beneath her and the thin coverlet, soft against her skin. Her arm draped over an unfamiliar lump. Her bare bosom brushed against something pleasantly warm, and something cool and damp pressed against her groin.
Second came scent as she inhaled. The aroma she caught was musky and vibrant, a sweet and savory bouquet that made her mouth water. The scent was also familiar, even reassuring. Whatever it was, it smelled delectable.
Next came hearing. As the sounds of her own pulse faded into the background, she caught the sound of another’s heartbeat from the warm, aromatic thing in front of her. Just at the edge of perception, she heard the most delightful sound: blood rushing through arteries. That sound, unfortunately, was eclipsed soon by that of breathing, slow and rhythmic to indicate deep sleep.
Not a threat. Food? Mate?
Drawn by the scent, she leaned forward. The vampire’s birthright, the inborn thirst for blood, cried out to be slaked. Her fangs lengthened slightly as she neared the source…
As always, sight arrived last as she opened her eyes. The blurry, indistinct blob resolved itself into the profile of Tsukune, her date for the night. Her rational mind caught up with her instincts, and she pulled back in horror at what she was about to do.
I’m practically naked… in bed with a boy… with Tsukune… and I wanted to bite him? Her senses informed her that her arm lay around Tsukune’s waist and her legs intertwined with his. I must have curled up with him while we slept – for warmth, she reasoned.
Still, she continued internally, I can’t say it’s unpleasant to wake up like this, lying next to Tsukune. She trailed her hand lightly over his chest and stomach. Why do I keep pushing him away, then? What am I afraid of?
The young woman regarded her bedmate in profile. His body felt so warm, especially where her skin touched his – her hand, her legs, her bosom. The thirst for blood she felt upon waking subsided, only to be replaced by a growing yearning of a different sort, the locus of which was not in her stomach but somewhat… lower.
Moka gasped softly and pressed herself more fully against Tsukune’s back. Her hand slid down his stomach, hesitating only briefly when it encountered the waistband of his boxers. Pressing onward, her hand ran along the length, the sensation unmediated by the fabric of his boxers in this instance. It’s stiff again? she marveled.
At that moment, her mind’s eye flashed back to her earlier sight of his erection. She ground herself against the back of Tsukune’s leg, reveling in the delightful sensations that then surged through her. “I’m sorry for the accusations,” she whispered to her insensate partner. “I’m the perverted one…”
As the young woman ground herself against the young man, she became reacquainted with the cool, uncomfortable dampness of her underwear left over from earlier in the evening. Maybe I should… take them off… and hang them up so they can dry. No sense in wearing them if they’re this uncomfortable, is there?
Carefully she disentangled herself from her bedmate, who responded only by rolling onto his back. Disdaining the idea of roaming about on full display, Moka wrapped the coverlet around her body as she stood. Noticing that they’d left the overhead lights on, she strode over to the switch and flipped it to the OFF position. The room now sat in near pitch-blackness, pushing even her vampiric night-vision to its limits.
She recalled that a small sign above the light switch had mentioned candles and matches in the bureau that the electronics were placed upon. A few moments’ searching proved the sign accurate, and soon the room filled with a dim orange glow from the lit candle. Placing the light source on the bureau, Moka mused, I suppose these might enhance the… romantic… atmosphere.
With that thought, the vampire let her imagination run wild. She pictured how things might’ve progressed if she’d let Tsukune kiss her earlier. Would he have plundered my mouth with his tongue? she wondered. Would he have left me breathless?
She imagined his hands roaming her bare skin until they rested atop her breasts. Gentle fingers stroked and teased them, exactly as her own had done while she pleasured him. Shivers of excitement wracked her body at the thought. Even now, her hands kneaded her bosom through her coverlet.
Dare I imagine more? she asked herself as she began to do just that. He offered to… pleasure me as well, she remembered. Tsukune’s imaginary hand trailed down her stomach, nearing the seat of her desire…
“Stupid hormones,” she grumbled, willing herself to stop as she panted with desire. Clasping the coverlet closed with one hand still at her bosom, Moka parted it lower down to tug her thong off in stages, one side at a time, until the scrap of cloth fell to the floor. Rather than bend down to retrieve it, she flicked it into the air with her foot and caught it with her hand, a proud smirk on her lips.
As she hung her panties on an empty hanger in the closet, Moka spared a glance at Tsukune to see if he was still asleep. Uncovered because she had the sheet, he sprawled on the mattress, oblivious to everything she’d been doing. The young woman shook her head wryly and muttered, “Sleepyhead.” She opened her purse stowed in the closet and retrieved from it the rosary on its choker.
Wrapped in her coverlet, Moka meandered to the window and opened the curtain. The city lay mostly dark now, save for a few lights marking night-owls at home or a handful of night-spots still open at this late hour. The moon, just past its zenith, shone, casting its silvery light into the room to mingle with the warm candle-glow.
Moka wasn’t looking outward, though; she was looking within. I could just seal myself away and let the other me wake up beside Tsukune in the morning. Then I wouldn’t have to face him after what I said…
What am I afraid of? she asked herself. Remembering that, a moment ago, she’d called Tsukune “sleepyhead” triggered a memory: the young man lying unconscious, nearly dead from the massive burns inflicted by Student Council Chairman Kuyo. She'd bitten Tsukune’s neck, desperately pouring her lifeblood into him, desperately trying to save him. What she recalled most clearly was the utter despair she felt when Tsukune remained unresponsive.
She remembered thinking, dreading, I can’t lose him. I can’t. Tsukune, do you hear me? You can’t die on me. You can’t. When he had finally awakened, Moka hid her abundant joy at seeing him alive behind a playful forehead-flick and that nickname, “sleepyhead.”
It’s always a mask with me. I’m always hiding from him. Behind a feigned indifference when I’m aware… and you, she addressed her rosary, my ever-present escape route. Water isn’t my greatest weakness; he is. I gave so much of myself for him, I nearly got myself killed. Why?
I’m afraid, she realized. I’m afraid of losing him… because…
… Because I love him.
The moment of acknowledgment struck the proud, aloof vampire to the core. Should I tell him? Does it even matter, since I spend so much time sealed away?
She looked hard at the rosary, still cool in her hand. Did you know? Did you plan this? Can I still hide behind you and my mask of indifference? Or is it time to stop hiding?
Moka sighed. The ghostly half-reflection of her on the window-panes now stared back at her with eyes full of miserable uncertainty. Tsukune had promised to spend more time with her, but that promise now filled her with fear. I’ve kept him at a distance for so long; I don’t think I know how to let him get closer.
The translucent reflection of Tsukune in the window then caught her eye. Her heart fluttered at seeing him lying there in nothing but his boxers. That deep, primal craving she felt within her, which had quieted somewhat while she reflected, now roared back to life, especially when he stirred and moaned her name. An idea occurred to her, one that sent a shudder through her whole body – there was one obvious way to let Tsukune in.
“Stupid hormones,” she grumbled again, even though she knew it wasn’t hormones alone that drove her yearning, “I’ll never get back to sleep like this.” Glaring at the rosary, the young woman accused her other half, “This is your fault, you know. If you’d pleasured yourself like I suggested, I wouldn’t be this wound up. Fingers won’t even suffice at this point – remember that.”
Moka slipped the rosary back into her purse. I won’t lose him, she resolved, not even to you. With a deep breath, she dropped the coverlet entirely. Besides, I should take this chance to let Tsukune make good on his earlier promise. Now nude and dripping with arousal, she approached the bed and the sleeping Tsukune.
No more hiding.
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A/N: Thanks again to my reviewers for their feedback, even if I'd expected different reactions. Oh well. I left an explanation in the discussion thread (link in Ch3's AN). I look forward to feedback on this chapter (rating, reviewing, or posting to discussion) from all and sundry. I don't foresee any delayed updates from here out, so expect the rest of the chapters to be posted on Wednesdays, back on the regular schedule. I'm currently working on the next installment in this series too; if I can finish it before summer's over, I'll start posting it a few weeks after I post the last chapter of this story. Something to look forward to, I hope!
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