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Sharing is Caring	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 13770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8: The Land of the Ice and Snow

Mizore snuggled up beside Tsukune as the school bus ascended the mountain. Outside the window sprawled a vista of mountainous majesty, a riot of marbled greens, reds, and yellows rising along the peaks and dipping along the valleys and stretching out to the horizon. Even amid the din of chattering classmates and tumbling tires and rumbling engine, the snow-woman felt as though she and her beloved were all alone on a romantic getaway. A soft smile graced her lips.

“It was really nice of your mom to arrange a deal for our whole class to stay in your village while on this ski trip,” Tsukune commented, also enjoying the breathtaking view through the window. “I’ll make sure to thank her on behalf of the class.”
Mizore giggled. “There’s a better way to thank her than just words,” she hinted. After a suitable pause, she leaned closer to whisper into his ear. “We could announce our engagement to her while we’re here.”
Tsukune tensed; but, for once, he managed not to make a scene. “Mizore…!”
The snow-demon snickered. “C’mon, I’m kidding,” she teased. “Mostly – I wouldn’t object if you really did propose, of course.”
“Yeah, right,” interjected Kurumu from the seat behind them, “like he’d really propose to a stalker like you.”
Mizore regarded the succubus coolly. “You mean you don’t imagine what it’d be like for Tsukune to take you on a romantic getaway and drop to one knee and open a little black box with a sapphire-topped gold ring inside and ask to put it on your left hand as a symbol of his undying love for you?” she asked, her face flushing and her voice growing increasingly dream-distant with every word.
Kurumu reddened as well. “Maybe not in those exact terms,” she replied tersely, her own proposal fantasies dancing on the edge of her imagination.
“I always wanted a ruby,” Yukari chimed in from the seat in front of them.
At the front of the bus, Ruby overheard her fellow witch but misheard her as well. The older witch’s cheeks burned as her imagination ran wild, conjuring all sorts of Sapphic fantasies. With such ideas playing in the theatre of her mind, she didn’t dare turn around to confirm Yukari’s words or respond to them.
“I’m really looking forward to skiing,” Moka commented, blatantly trying to change the subject. “Do you know how, Tsukune?”
“Uh, a little. We went each year in junior high,” he answered, sparing a glance at the pink-haired vampire across the aisle.
“I sure don’t. Teach me, my Tsukun-y-woony?” Kurumu begged, using a sickly-sweet nickname to irk the other girls (primarily Moka).
“I’d need tutoring too,” purred Yukari, batting her eyes at him. “You won’t get many chances like this to know more about something than I do,” she added.
“Too bad he’s my boyfriend this week,” Mizore jumped in, her voice taking on an icy edge. “I plan to teach him some ‘advanced techniques’ while we’re here.” The utterly-unconcealed innuendo garnered glares from the other girls, as intended; Mizore smirked and let them stew in their impotent rage. None of them would dare break this truce, she reasoned.
Please don’t let anyone break the truce, Tsukune pleaded silently to any deities who might overhear. This arrangement has worked out well for everyone so far, so they wouldn’t risk it, he reassured himself. Besides, if they fight, they might get sent back to school and miss out on the ski trip entirely.
Aloud, he suggested, “Maybe we could all ski together? That way, Mizore and I can help everyone else.” Tsukune smiled the smile he usually used to defuse these situations. Dimly he felt saddened that they still happened.
Mizore rolled her lollipop back and forth in her mouth while she considered Tsukune’s proposal. Going along with the compromise could earn me points with Tsukune, she realized. I also don’t want my friends getting hurt, especially since Tsukune would worry about them and get distracted. Besides, I can always find time alone with him later.
“Okay by me,” the ice-woman stated matter-of-factly.
The other three girls gawked at her, clearly surprised by her acquiescence to Tsukune’s request, which they all thought she’d be disinclined to do. Slowly, smiles spread across all their faces at the prospect of enjoying a fun activity together as a group, (mostly) free from competition and sniping. “Thanks, Mizore!” they all cried simultaneously. The tension that had sprung up among the group of friends now melted away.
The ice-demon smiled to herself and snuggled up to her boyfriend once more for the rest of their trip up the mountain.
~~~~~
“What a day,” Tsukune sighed as he sank to his neck in the pool of hot water, part of a natural hot spring that occurred in this remote mountain populated, as he’d learned, by Mizore’s people. The water’s warmth, just shy of unbearable, enveloped the human boy and soothed the aches of muscles fatigued by a full day of skiing as well as near-frozen by the avalanche. The young man closed his eyes and fought the urge to doze off.
Skiing with everyone was pretty fun, he reflected, and Mizore was a good sport about teaching the others. Everyone was having fun, even if Kurumu and Yukari kept crashing, usually into me. Tsukune sighed again. Then Kokoa showed up…
The redhead vampire had skipped class and followed them here, intent on spending more time with her “real Big Sis, not that lame one.” She sideswiped Moka into him, and the three of them had crashed and tumbled off-course. He and Kokoa had landed in a small hollow, just in time to avoid the avalanche and subsequent blizzard. Tsukune and the younger girl had had a heart-to-heart, of sorts, wherein Kokoa clarified that she had no interest in “joining that stupid harem or whatever” and that she felt jealous of Tsukune’s close relationship with Moka. He’d managed to keep her warm until everyone else found them, but Kokoa hadn’t exactly been all that grateful.
A rustle in the bushes nearby snapped the young man out of his reverie. Tsukune opened his eyes and scanned the specially-bred cold-resistant foliage until he spotted a sliver of lavender hair. “Mizore,” he called, “you don’t have to stalk me now that we’re dating.”
The snow-woman peeked out from her hiding spot, a playful, sheepish smirk on her face; she’d let herself be spotted, of course, but wanted Tsukune to think otherwise. “Force of habit?” she replied, before adding with a giggle, “Also, it’s fun.”
Tsukune chuckled, shook his head, and sat up, letting the cool night air leech some of the heat from him. He took the rare opportunity to watch Mizore watching him, her icy blue eyes drinking in the sight of his torso. He couldn’t yet see what she was wearing, so the young man instead admired her beautiful fair skin and elfin face shape. Not for the first time, he wondered how he could be so lucky to have this knockout beauty’s affections, and those of three (or four) others besides.
“I like when you stare at me that way,” Mizore told him, refocusing the young man’s attention.
“If you like it, maybe I’ll stalk you sometimes,” Tsukune joked, which elicited a giggle from the snow-woman. More seriously, he continued: “I wanted to thank you for everything you did today, from helping us all ski better, to leading the rescue mission. My little snow-bunny,” he added, knowing she wanted him to call her that when they were alone together.
Mizore blushed and smiled as broadly as she could with the lollipop still in her mouth, feeling as though she might melt into a puddle at any moment. The ice-woman left her hiding spot and approached her boyfriend, reveling in the way he stared at her short robe and her long, pale legs. Once she reached the water’s edge, she knelt beside Tsukune’s head. “If you really want to thank me, Tsukune, you could make a baby with me right here and now,” she told him with a hopeful eyebrow-lift.
Tsukune’s eyes widened, and he started to sputter. He’s so cute when he’s flustered like this, Mizore remarked inwardly. That’s why I can’t help teasing him about this stuff. Aloud, she tried to calm him by telling him, “I’m kidding again.”
The young man looked up at his girlfriend sourly. “I’d be too warm right now anyway,” he replied, “even if I had the energy for that kind of thing. After everything else that’s happened today, I’m pretty beat.”
Mizore pouted around her lollipop. “Now the room Mother reserved for us in the sub-basement will go to waste,” she lamented. “It’s soundproofed, and several floors beneath the chaperones, so we could make as much noise as we wanted.”
“And I was about to comment on Mrs. Shirayuki’s hospitality, and not saying or doing weird stuff regarding the two of us while we were here,” grumbled Tsukune.
“I wouldn’t mind if we just slept together – literally, I mean,” the snow-woman corrected herself. “The others have all gotten to wake up beside you, so now it’s my turn.”
Tsukune smiled up at his girlfriend. “That sounds really nice,” he responded. Yawning, he stood and waded over to the spot where he’d placed his towel, giving Mizore quite the show in the process. As he dried off, the cold night air seemed to pierce right through him. Or maybe that’s Mizore’s gaze?
The young man wrapped the towel around him against the chill night air and turned to face the staring girl. “Lead the way to our room, please… my little snow-bunny.”
~~~~~
Lit dimly by a handful of candles, the room to which Mizore led Tsukune could only be described as “traditionally Japanese,” from the paneled walls to the sliding door to the tatami mat on the floor. For a brief moment, Tsukune imagined himself in a traditional kimono and wood-block sandals, his hair swept up into a top-knot. He also pictured Mizore beside him wearing something closer to her mother’s usual outfit, her purple hair longer and gathered into a similar updo. The tableau struck the young man as delightfully quaint and not at all unappealing; it brought an amused smile to his face.
Mizore knelt beside the bed and turned down the sheets and even fluffed the pillows for them. “Mother had your bag brought here, if you want to change for bed,” she informed him. Eyes glittering, she added, “I’d prefer if you didn’t, though.”
Tsukune licked his lips. “Mizore,” he murmured, captivated by the way her eyes seemed to sparkle in the flickering candlelight.
Sensing her opportunity, Mizore struck; she slid her robe off her shoulders to bare their smooth, snowy-white grandeur to the young man. “Are you sure you’re not in the mood for more than snuggling, Tsukune? Your little snow-bunny has two scoops of ice cream with cherries on top just for you,” she purred, “and more besides.”
A soft laugh originating from the closet drew their attention. Tsukune started and took a step backward, away from the sound. Mizore simply glared, her usual bemused mask that she wore in public slipping readily into place.
“Who’s there?” Tsukune challenged, just keeping the quaver out of his voice.
Mizore sighed. “Don’t you think it’s just a bit inappropriate to spy on your own daughter in the bedroom, Mother?” she chided.
The closet door slid open to reveal Mrs. Shirayuki wearing a sheepish expression… and nothing else. One arm covered both breasts, which Tsukune estimated to be only a little larger than her daughter’s; the other hand covered her groin. The elder snow-woman glided into the room blithely with the comment, “You won’t begrudge an old woman her amusements, will you?”
Flabbergasted, Tsukune stared, caught in a confusing swirl of arousal, shock, and embarrassment at the sight of his beautiful girlfriend’s beautiful mother stark naked. Even the usually-unflappable Mizore openly gaped; her lollipop nearly tumbled from her mouth. “Mother!” the younger ice-woman yelped in disbelief. “If you’re going to… do that… do it upstairs with Father!”
“Fine, fine, I’ll leave you kids to it,” Tsurara replied airily. “Have fun, dear,” she bade them as she sauntered past, her eyes flickering over Tsukune appraisingly as she did. The snow-demon smirked at the sight of the pitched tent underneath the towel.
Finally, Mizore locked the door behind her mother once she’d exited. “I am so, so sorry for the way my mother acted just now,” she apologized to her boyfriend. “Please don’t hold it against me.” She bowed at the waist in contrition.
Tsukune scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Um, I won’t,” he reassured her. “I was actually thinking… how much you look like your mother, and… how beautiful you’ll be in twenty years.”
Mizore’s eyes widened. “You’d still want… with me… twenty years from now?” she stammered, gobsmacked that he was thinking so… long-term.
The young man smiled at her, that gentle smile which always melted her heart. “Of course. I don’t ever want you not to be a part of my life,” he told her sincerely.
“Tsukune,” Mizore muttered, smiling softly.
“Mizore,” he replied as their gazes locked together.
“Tsukune,” she repeated as she pulled her lollipop from her mouth and stepped toward him.
“Mizore,” he murmured, closing the distance between them as well.
Their lips met, the kiss tender and passionate all at once. Mizore wasted no time; her free hand immediately dropped to the knot holding Tsukune’s towel on. To her delight, Tsukune likewise untied the sash holding her patterned robe closed. Both towel and robe soon pooled together on the floor.
The two teens lurched in unpracticed tandem towards the bed, each step a symphony of near-stumbling. Mizore let Tsukune lie down first, giving her a chance to set her lollipop in a small porcelain dish nearby, planted earlier for just this purpose; she also slipped out of her powder-blue panties. A blush lit the snow-woman’s cheeks at the way her boyfriend stared, and it occurred to her that this was the first time he’d seen her completely nude.
“Wow, Mizore,” he murmured, the awe in his voice sending a thrill up her spine. “You look so… incredible. Even that word doesn’t quite cover it.”
The young woman smiled her small smile and lowered herself into his arms, her body half atop his. “Just relax, Tsukune,” she whispered in his ear. “Let your little snow-bunny take good care of you.” Her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft and initiated a soft stroke.
Rather than lie back, though, and let his girlfriend do all the work – or have all the fun – Tsukune caressed Mizore’s soft skin all over from shoulders to thighs, both front and back. He noted where and how she best liked to be touched, clued in by the gasps and twitches and mild oaths produced. He supplemented his handiwork with light kisses along the length of her neck.
“Damn, Tsukune, you really know how to get a girl going,” murmured Mizore as she climbed fully atop the young man. “Mind if I’m on top this time while we fuck?”
Tsukune smiled and nodded his assent, and Mizore wasted no time lining things up and sliding his deliciously-stiff member inside her. Her eyes rolled shut as she savored the sensation, a contented smile on her lips. Tsukune emitted a soft groan at the feeling of his girlfriend tight and wet around him. Both teens, now intimately joined, began to move together in a slow, sensual rhythm.
“Ohhh, fuck, your dick feels so good, Tsukune,” Mizore whispered as she pressed herself against his chest. “So warm…”
Tsukune kissed her neck and shoulder some more and drew more gasps and swears from her in the process. She felt cool against his skin, but pleasantly so – even down there. “You feel great, my little snow-bunny,” he replied as his hands wandered her thighs and rear.
Mizore blushed at his use of her favorite pet-name and worked her hips more vigorously to show her appreciation. “So fucking good,” she moaned. “I can’t get enough!” Her back arched.
“Oh, shit!” she cried a moment later as a new sensation invaded her consciousness. Mizore opened her eyes to see Tsukune licking and suckling one of her nipples; his rough tongue laved the stiffened tip and circled the edges. “Damn, that feels amazing!”
Tsukune smiled to himself, glad he’d dared seize the opportunity to please his partner, not to mention surprise her, by doing this. After working one breast for a bit and hearing more of Mizore’s sworn reactions, he switched. “Two scoops with cherries,” he reminded her playfully in transit. The young man could also feel himself winding up for release, so he wanted to ensure that Mizore reached her peak as well.
The snow-woman rocked her hips ever more vigorously as her pleasure built to its crescendo. “Feast on my little cherries,” she replied. “Ohhh fuck, Tsukune! I love you! Fuck me!”
The verbal encouragement and renewed effort on Mizore’s part drove both of them to climax. Tsukune groaned around the nipple he was tonguing and shot his seed. Mizore muttered variants of “Oh fuck” and “Fuck yes” as she crested.
Long moments passed in the afterglow, during which the two spent teens slowly disentangled themselves. Mizore returned to her original position lying half atop her partner. Tsukune reached and handed the snow-demon her all-important lollipop, which she accepted and popped into her mouth with a grateful smile.
“I love you, Mizore. That was amazing,” he told her, punctuated with a gentle kiss.
A contented sigh passed Mizore’s lips. Idly she traced Tsukune’s burn scar with one finger. “Y’know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to melt my pussy.”
Tsukune chuckled, but it was the chuckle of one who doesn’t quite know how to respond to an off-putting remark. “I remember you overheated the last time… Are you okay? Is that why you kept your lollipop nearby?”
“Partly,” she answered in her usual blunt manner. “It’s also become a kind of symbol to me, of all the good times I’ve had ever since I met you and everyone else. That’s why I’ve kept using it even here in my hometown.”
Tsukune regarded the plastic stick poking out of his girlfriend’s mouth, thinking. “That’s right – I haven’t seen your mom with one the entire time we’ve been here, now that I think about it,” he recalled.
The snow-woman next to him merely nodded affirmation; her thoughts were elsewhere by this point, formulating just how much of an earful Mother would receive for her little stunt earlier. She decided to table such things for now, however, to focus instead on the young man in bed with her. “I was thinking,” she began slyly, “if I don’t freeze things… down there… and we made a baby right now, it wouldn’t come until summer break. Mother could even take care of it until graduation. Don’t you think that would work?”
Tsukune blinked in shock. She’s really suggesting that…? No, he realized, she’s messing with me again. “That’s pretty well-planned,” he played along. “I’d be kinda worried if we got into trouble while you were carrying, though. What if you took a nasty hit?”
Now it was Mizore’s turn to blink in shock. He’s surprisingly okay with this idea. What gives? she wondered. “I’m glad you’d worry about me so much,” she replied. “Maybe you’ll protect me?”
“I wish I could,” sighed Tsukune, his mood turning suddenly morose.
“It’s okay, Tsukune,” she reassured him. “I was kidding, anyway.”
“I wasn’t,” he replied flatly.
Mizore smirked around the candy in her mouth. “I know, and it’s sweet of you. Brave, too,” she added. “It’s why I – why we – love you, Tsukune.” She squeezed his arm gently.
“I love you too, Mizore,” he replied, “my little snow-bunny.”
The ice-woman giggled and held the young man close. “I’m so happy right now,” she whispered. “What we have now is… more than I ever actually expected. I don’t know if it’s enough, though; I’m getting greedy now that I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to be yours. More than ever, I want to have your babies. One day,” she added, a bit too hastily.
Tsukune held his girlfriend in his arms and caressed her soothingly. “Thank you for being honest about your feelings, Mizore,” he reassured her. “I kinda like the sound of that.”
I just wish I knew how to make that happen without hurting anyone, he thought glumly as they drifted off to sleep.
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A/N: Another week, another chapter in the books. I hope everyone is enjoying the story; it's hard for me to tell, since the supply of reviews and discussion board posts seems to have dried up. I hope this isn't a permanent state of affairs!
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