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Sagara's Deflowering	By : Lexie Category: +. to F > Full Metal Panic Views: 25667 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Sagara's Deflowering

Author: Lexie

Summary: Kaname decides it's time for Sousuke to loosen up.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Kaname/Sousuke

Feedback: desired

Characters: Most major characters from Fullmetal Panic.

Betas: none

Author�s notes: This story takes place after Kaname finds out that Sousuke is a MITHRIL operative. So while she understands why he has to be her shadow, it doesn't mean she has to like it. She decides there's a better way for them to spend time together :P

*Disclaimer: Didn't create or own any of the characters mentioned above, and am definitely not making any money off this.

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SAGARA'S DEFLOWERING | CH.1

As Kaname approached the train platform, she spotted a familiar
figure sitting on a bench, hiding behind a newspaper. Rolling her eyes, she
walked up to him, and bent down to peer into the hole cut out in the paper.
Sousuke's serious gray eye blinked out at her, and she stuck out her tongue.

Plopping down next to him, she crossed her arms and said, "Since the
secret's out with me, is hiding behind that paper really necessary?
Why can't you behave like a normal person for once?"

"It's easier for me to protect you if people don't know we're acquainted. Please allow me to do my job, Chidori." He sounded as robotic as usual, and it set Kaname's teeth on edge.

"Ugh! You're hopeless. I don't know why I even bother."
She tossed her waist-length hair impatiently, and started swinging her legs
back and forth. Sousuke couldn't keep his eyes from caressing those slender,
silky limbs. Get a grip, Sagara, he told himself. Your primary mission is to
protect her, not ogle her! He gave a guilty start when he felt her tap on his
shoulder. Putting down the paper, he looked at her quizzically.

"Hey, do you have any change?" she asked. "I want to get a drink."

"Perhaps," Sousuke replied, digging into his pants
pocket. He held out his palm to see what he had, and was horrified to see a
condom sitting atop the pile of coins and bills. It was the condom that Sergeant
Mao had given to him at the start of his mission--as a joke. He clenched
his hand closed, but it was too late.

"Oh my God!" Kaname squealed, drawing curious glances. "Sousuke, was that a condom?"

Sousuke tried to jam his hand back into his pocket, but Kaname wouldn't have any of it. She lunged for his hand, and pried it open with surprisingly strong fingers for such a delicate girl. "Kaname...don't!" Sousuke said with panic in his voice.

"It is a condom," Kaname said with wicked delight.
Dangling the offending object from her fingers, she shot him a taunting glance.
"So, you got a hot date tonight or what?"

"Nothing of the kind," he said, snatching the blue
foil packet from her fingers and shoving it into his pocket. "It was part
of the gear assigned to me at the start of the mission. Something Sergeant Mao said every high schooler had." He had a distinctly uncomfortable look
on his face, and Kaname could even detect a faint flush. She absolutely loved
it when his steely composure cracked. It was her new favorite hobby. She wondered
just how far she could take it.

"Well, even if every high schooler has one, I'm
sure not all of them have been properly used," she replied, sitting next
to him again, a little closer than last time. Sousuke jumped at the brush of
her thigh against his, and edged away a little. Kaname, greatly amused, leaned
in closer to whisper in his ear, "Have you ever used one, Sousuke?"
Her breath stirred the fine hairs on his ear, and he shivered. Looking at his
hunted expression with relish, she was looking forward to continuing her game
when the train pulled into the station.

Sousuke rose with obvious relief, keeping the newspaper folded
against his lap. Looking down at Kaname, he said, "Time for school."
Frowning up at him, she rose, a plan forming in her head. She wasn't done with
him yet.

***

The school day went by in an uneventful blur, and Kaname and
Sousuke were once again heading for the train station to go home. Sousuke hung
back about ten feet, keeping a wary eye on Kaname. He didn't know whether to
be relieved or disappointed that she'd treated him civilly all day. No whaps
on the head with that dreaded paper fan of hers, and no thumps to the shoulder
with those hard little fists. Not even a little verbal abuse. He had to admit
that the day had been rather dull. He didn't know that it was about to get a
lot more interesting.

Ahead, he saw Kaname stumble, and crumple toward the ground,
a hand to her forehead. He rushed up to her with lightning speed, and caught
her just as she was about to hit the ground. Carrying her to the nearest bench,
he looked down at her anxiously. What was wrong with her?

"Kaname, Kaname!" he said urgently, tapping her cheek.

"Oh, oh..." Kaname moaned, her eyelids fluttering.
Her eyes opening a fraction, she murmured, "Sousuke? Is that...you?"

"Yes, it's me...are you all right?"

Looking into his concerned dark gray eyes, she answered, "Just...felt
faint. I think I'll be OK... Let me get up." Sousuke helped her sit up,
and Kaname leaned against him weakly. "Can you...take me home, please?
I sometimes get these dizzy spells...sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Sousuke said, helping
her to her feet. "I'll get you home, don't worry." He looked wildly
about, and spotted a cab coming their way. He frantically waved it over to them,
and soon they were speeding toward Kaname's apartment building.

***

Sousuke half-carried the young woman into her home, and laid
her down on the couch. Eyes closed, Kaname breathed shallowly, and started pulling
at the buttons on her shirt. "Can't...breathe..." she whispered. "Sousuke,
my shirt..."

His mind only on helping her, Sousuke quickly unbuttoned her
shirt and loosened it. Upon encountering her lacy white bra, however, he blushed
and averted his eyes. Kaname peeked out at him though the screen of her lashes,
and suppressed a smirk. You haven't seen anything yet, she thought.

"Oh, thank you," she sighed. "that feels sooo
much better, but I think I need to take this off too--they're so constricting..."
Her hands then went behind her back to unhook her bra, her chest thrusting up
and out until they were practically in Sousuke's face.

Sousuke jumped off the couch, turning quickly so she wouldn't
see the swelling in his groin. Putting a hand on the back of his reddening
neck, he stammered, "Uh, if you're feeling better, I think I'd better get
going..."

"Oh no, not yet," Kaname said pitifully. "I-I
still feel a little dizzy. I'd feel better if you'd stay a while. After all,
aren't you supposed to...protect me?" She saw him stiffen as she laid down
that trump card, and knew she had him.

"Yes," he said, his shoulders slumping. "That
is my mission. If you want me to stay, I will. I...just need to use the restroom
right now." Without turning, he practically ran into the bathroom, leaving
Kaname rolling on the couch.

Wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes, Kaname wondered how
a guy who was so fearless in battle could be such a wuss around girls. In a
weird way, it's kind of sweet, she thought. Most guys would've been all over
me under similar circumstances. He's such a straight-arrow, so focused on his
mission. He never has any fun! Maybe it's about time he had some...
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