All in the Game (The Lost Chapter)

This is a little spin-off lemon I couldn\'t get out of my head…or rather the seed was planted in my head by two VERY insistent people. Something about Kaede and Maléna…a little what if about chapter 13…What if things had turned out differently? Well… ^_^ My second lemon since \"If I Were You.\"

Thanks again to Seranida for helping me out with this one and Blue Lady as well! They deserve much praise for giving me suggestions!

I would also like to thank my bro for actually being the first to suggest the damned thing… thanks bro! You\'re the best! =)))

Dedicated to: the readers who are still scouring the net for worthwhile lemons, the other fanfic writers who encouraged me to write this fic and to the Slam Dunk fans who want a non-yaoi NC-17 fic.


All in the Game (The Lost Chapter)


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He couldn\'t remember what had happened. All he knew was that somehow he had landed on top of her. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed from the excitement of the game, enhancing what beauty she already possessed.

\"Charging foul,\" she declared breathlessly, staring up at him, smiling.

It was then that he realized how close he was to her. He could feel her body pressed up against his, molding against hime a e a jigsaw puzzle. Lithe curves against solid planes, soft against hard. Rukawa felt the heat in his body rise, his muscles tensing then relaxing as he continued to stare down at her.

Maléna was growing uncomfortable under his gaze and the most uncompromising position she found herself in. She tried to hide her discomfort by arching an eyebrow and placing her hands on his chest in an effort to push him up. \"Can you get off me now, Rukawa?\"

He refused to move away from her. A part of his brain screamed at him to do so, but another part of him was reveling in the feel of her. And his body was a damned traitor with the way it was reacting to Maléna. The last of his logic dwindled into nothingness and he let her eyes pull him to her, let the fullness of her lips tempt him. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes darkening with a new emotion that scared her.

Maléna\'s breath quickened when Rukawa moved towards her instead of away from her, unaware that her lips had parted slightly, feeling dizzy at the heat of their intermingling breaths, his lips mere millimeters away from hers. His actions were slow, as if he were moving underwater, making each of his movements more defined, his features sharper than ever, especially his deep blue eyes, shining with a predatory gleam like a wild animal\'s.

And then she felt the soft brush of his lips against hers, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. The electricity was there, zinging through her entire system and leaving her numb. The heat of his body against hers was slowly turning her insides to mush and she felt her carefully-built walls slowly crumble as she surrendered to the heat of the moment.

\"You talk too much,\" he whispered, pulling back a few inches to gaze into her eyes, smoldering her...burning her and leaving her breathless.

Unconsciously, she licked her lips that had suddenly gone dry, the movement failing to escape Rukawa. He lowered his lips to hers again, this time teasing the corners of her mouth with his tongue and nibbling her lower lip with his teeth. He took her moan as an invitation and his tongue delved inside, exploring the sweetness of her mouth, meeting her tongue in an age-old dance as his hands moved up to loosen her hair out of its ponytail, his long fingers tangling in the fiery strands, spreading the fire locks all around her like a fan.

Rukawa\'s kiss was unlike any Maléna had ever experienced. It was not like Sendoh\'s. It didn\'t feel like a young schoolboy\'s kiss experiment with a girl he was lusting after. It was executed with such expertise he showed just like every time he jumped in the air to shoot a ball through the hoop with the flair and grace he innately had. It was a mind-blowing, soul-searing one that filled her senses, filled a deep pool in her to overflowing, making her tremble like a young leaf newly born upon a branch in Rukawa\'s arms as he deepened the kiss.

One large callused hand moved away from her head to trail down her arm and stroke her side, slipping under her tanktop to caress the smooth skin of her back. She wondered where he learned how to kiss like this. As far as she knew of him, he didn\'t have girls stashed around somewhere though he could have any of the girls in school with only a snap of his fingers and they\'d come running to him in a speed that would break all world records.

She gasped into his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair before massaging his scalp with her fingers as she responded, stoking the fire that was burning in him. She was a willing victim now, pressing eagerly against him, running her hands from his hair down to the nape of his neck to his back, exploring the hard planes of his muscled back with fervor.

He hadn\'t meant to kiss her like this. He hadn\'t meant to kiss her like he was kissing her now. But the heat of the moment was just too much to ignore and her lips had been so close. The feeling of her had somehow eased his torment and he just went with the flow, forgetting everything that had happened, and concentrating only on the girl beneath him.

Images of Sendoh kissing Maléna flashed through his mind and the kiss turned aggressive, demanding, dragging a whimper from Maléna. Hips wps were bruising her, almost punishing in the way he slanted his mouth over hers. He felt her hands leave his neck only to dig her fingers into his shoulders. Rukawa softened the kiss then, brushing his lips across hers before finally pulling away, breathing hard as he stared down at her.

The image she presented to him was beautiful. Her hair was spread around her like a curtain, her face flushed pink, her green eyes wide and her lips swollen from his kiss. HIS kiss. A feeling of masculine pride welled up in Rukawa as he continued to stare down at Maléna. From the way she gazed up at him with slightly-parted lips, he could tell that she had enjoyed it.

Touching a finger to her lips, the small forward bent down to whisper in her ear. \"n.\"n.\"

The shock from his words brought her back to reality and Maléna angrily pushed him away, wiping her lips in disgust and mortified of her feverish response to his kiss. Something inside her boiled and she slapped Rukawa as hard as she could, watching as his head flung to the side, his coal-black bangs obscuring his eyes as her hand hung suspended in mid-air, her whole self trembling with vexation.

\"I hate you,\" she whispered in a voice full of contempt, loud enough for him to hear and she turned sharply on her heel, walking out of the gym and leaving him cold all over once more.

He snapped out of his trance, crossing the gym and quickly catching up with her outside, just before she disappeared into the darkness. A sharp gasp broke the silence of the evening as Maléna found her wrists caught in a ruthless grip.

\"Let me go!\" she cried, struggling to get away from those icy blue-black eyes that were taunting her in the darkness.

\"Not so fast, we aren\'t finished yet,\" he grated in, pushing her forcefully against the wall still keeping his deathlike grip on her wrists while nudging her legs apart with his knee to get in between her.

His lips crashed down on hers to ravage the sweetness he was hungering for. She was addicting. Everything about her was completely, utterly, absolutely, unquestionably addicting. She fought against him, trying in vain to push him away, but Rukawa refused to allow her to break away from him, keeping his hold on her as a certain part of him was growing more and more painfully aroused by her continuous resistance.

Maléna was torn between giving in to the intense pleasure of Rukawa\'s lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his breath fanning her cheek and his hair brushing her eyelids like thousands of feathers and defying his assault on her. But it was becoming more and more difficult, what with the way he seemed to fill her senses completely.

She could feel him against her, she could feel AND hear the rapid beating of his heart beneath his chest. She could smell the unique combination of sandalwood and mountain herbs in his skin, combined with the salty smell of his sweat. She could see his pale skin, strong shoulders, and angular features in her mind\'s eye, the stubborn line of his mouth, and the definition of his body.

He was powerful, beautiful, so very virile, and so perfectly male.

A strong wind blew, but neither could feel the chilly blast as the heat of their bodies continued to build up. She was slowly succumbing to him, coherent thoughts slipping in and out of her head as he freed her wrists only to pull her against him, his large hands on her waist, one hand traveling up her backside and the other down to cup her derriere as she gasped.

\"You know what turns me on?\" he whispered, breaking the kiss to nibble her earlobe. She trembled, the heat of his breath in her ear overpowering. The hand on her bottom traveled down to her thighs, the fingers admiring the slender form of them. \"Long legs in black leggings…\"

She couldn\'t think of anything to reply to that, his wicked hands doing things to her mind. He was teasing her, he was driving her insane, and she was reveling in it, the sexual part of her awakening to his touch that alerted the pleasure receptors in her body, making thousands of tiny nerve endings sparkle with the electricity of his calloused fingers against the smoothness of her skin.

He was watching her from underneath hooded lids, his eyes clouded over with desire for her, desire to control her and to have her scream his name as his body sought release. How good it would feel to have her writhe beneath him, how overwhelming to hear her moan as he took her to new levels of ecstasy.

This was his first time, but instinct drove him to go further, his movements underdeveloped at first but growing knowledgeable as to where she ached for his touch the most.

He lowered his head to the skin of her neck, breathing lightly on it as she bit back a moan. The tip of his tongue darted out to taste the slightly-salty skin of her neck before he trailed down to her collarbone, savoring the smoothness against his tongue, warming her flesh and leaving a glistening trail of saliva across her collarbone to the other side of her neck.

Maléna desperately fought back against the torrent of emotions that flooded her as Rukawa continued to torture her. Her body was so highly sensitized to his touch that she could barely stand. She didn\'t even notice that she was being lifted off the ground and carried back into the gym, as Rukawa was keeping her preoccupied with the feeling of his mouth on her neck.

The slick, hard surface of the gym floor shocked her back into reality, its coldness jolting her back to the present. She sat bolt upright, glaring at Rukawa. Infuriated that she actually enjoyed his ministrations, she pushed him out of the way.

\"Damn you! What the hell do you want with me?! How could you do what you just did?!\" She practically screamed at him, her eyes flashing.

She didn\'t wait for him to answer (not the he would anyway) and went off into an angry tirade. \"How dare you take advantage of your superior?! You had the guts to…to actually KISS me! To make me feel uncomfortable! You are the most despicable, arrogant, self-absorbed bastard it has been my misfortune to meet!\"

He kept his gaze on her, not really hearing her, but becoming absorbed in the mouth that shaped the words. She could definitely get all worked up into a tizzy if she wanted to. And she looked beautiful even when she was angry. Tired of listening to her ranting, he lunged forward all of a sudden, slamming her back down onto the floor.

Before she could snap at him again, he had grabbed both her wrists with one hand, raising her arms high above her head and pinning her to the ground successfully. Her thighs had somehow been nudged to part and he was half-kneeling, half-lying between her legs now and was still staring down at her with the same unreadable expression in his pale face, his sharp features a frozen, emotionless mask.

Feelings of outrage, astonishment, and desire swirled around in Maléna\'s head. The prudish side of her argued back and forth with the more devious side of her. She could almost imagine two chibi-Malénas inside her head about to pound each other while she continued to mull over her feelings. \'Oh my God! He\'s serious! He\'s dead serious!\' she thought, alarmed.

\'For crap\'s sake, fight your way out of this, girl! He\'s a subordinate and you\'re not supposed to be doing anything with him!\' the prudent side of her argued.

\'Oh yeah?! Where else can you get a guy who has lips talented enough to melt the polar ice caps?\' the devious side argued back. \'Let her enjoy the moment, for crying out loud!\'

\"Let. Go. Of. Me,\" Maléna icily bit out, looking daggers at the boy above her. He loosened his hold on her, but did not release her just yet. Reaching out with his other hand, he twirled a lock of hair around his index finger, feeling the red wisps slide off it like silk draped over a chair. Her hair was very dramatic, very much alive...

\"Like fire,\" he whispered, bending down to inhale the fragrance in those crimson tresses. She smelled exotic. Hyacinth, jasmines, and lavender tickled his olfactory senses to life, further arousing every part of him. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly that his body was taut all over, close to snapping like a twig.

Words were lost as Maléna felt the heat of his breath in her hair, fanning out to the side of her neck. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn\'t find anything else to say as breathing became rather difficult for her. He was close...so very, very close and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She hated to admit it, but this boy had fascinated her from the very start. There was something dangerous and mysterious about him, especially in the fact that he seemed so detached on the outside but so intense on the inside.

No one really understood his personality, what made him tick, what his thoughts were. Hell, nobody could tell if the guy HAD a personality or not. In their eyes, he was either a robot, a super rookie, a heartthrob, or a narcoleptic. There were times he made the team uncomfortable, but they had somehow gotten used to him. She, on the other hand, felt something click with him, but she couldn\'t tell. As far as chemistry went, she didn\'t even believe they would have a lot in common.

And yet here they were now, approaching unfamiliar waters with every bit of excitement and apprehension in them. He looked ready to her, but she felt she was not. It seemed he knew what he was doing, but she could only tense up and wait for him to continue. Once again, her thoughts flew out the window when he released her slowly, pulling away to kneel between her legs, still staring down at her wthe the same emotion in his eyes just a few moments ago.

She didn\'t want to get intimate. It was too risky for her, for Rukawa and for the rest of the team. She had to stop him before they went too far and she\'d end up tearing her heart. He would most probably reject her and she would most probably fail him (or vice versa) and she was afraid of that.

Maléna knew she was the type who\'d fall in love so easily and she didn\'t want for her to wear her heart out on her sleeve and spend many sleepless nights crying for a love that could never be. She tried to tell him that, but the words caught in her throat the moment their eyes met. All at once, she thought she saw some other emotion beneath that hard exterior. It was then she realized that she still had a lot to know about Rukawa Kaede.

One legging-encased limb drew up involuntarily as green eyes crashed into ice blue. The sound of a sharply-indrawn breath was heard as Rukawa gently placed one hand on Maléna\'s hip, slowly trailing it down her thigh to rest lightly on the curve of her knee, his fingers feeling the muscles in the leg she had drawn up tense a bit as he caressed through the black fabric. If there was one thing he was secretly thankful for, it was the fact that she was the kind of person who definitely knew how to take care of herself.

She definitely took a lot of time to exercise, this he noted as his fingers traced the back of her knee down to her calf, absorbed in the way her legs looked so much longer when she wore black before noticing the faint blush staining her cheeks and the rapid shift of her breathing.

His hand continued the exploit, from her calf down to the edge of her white socks. His eyes never faltered from hers as he began to finger the laces in her trainers, his blue eyes telling her what she already knew. He would continue and he would make her want him to continue. He gently pulled on one end of a shoelace, the knot loosening with every second until it fell away.

As he continued to pull the laces off its holes, she angled her foot outward and at the same time shifted her head to see what progress he had made. She nearly wanted to shout at him. For someone who could really heat up on the basketball court (no pun intended) he could really take his time with some things. Short length by short length the lace relaxed its hold on the shoe, and when it was loose enough, Rukawa lifted her foot and slipped off the shoe, exposing her socked foot.

Maléna swallowed audibly. Somehow she found the sight of her socked foot on his hand a turn on. She had a lot of kinky thoughts concerning some things but never did she imagine that that particular body part would lead her to think of such thoughts. She wondered if it would turn her on even more if it were her bare foot on his hand (which she knew he would see, since her leggings ended at the ankles and weren\'t the stirrup kind).

She didn\'t have to wait long as Rukawa slipped his forefinger and middle finger beneath the edge of the sock and with the same slow measured pace, carefully slipped it off her foot, the back of his fingers and knuckles grazing the skin of her foot.

It didn\'t surprise him to feel calluses on the sole of her foot. As an athlete, it was a must to have it, like a badge of some sort. He heard a lot of guys saying how much they loved the feel of a girl\'s soft, small foot. He wasn\'t sure if those guys really experienced what a girl\'s foot should feel like, but this foot was more to his liking. It wasn\'t small yet it wasn\'t large either. The arch of it was graceful and the ankle was slender enough for him to wrap his hand around it. To his eyes, Maléna\'s foot was just the right size for a girl with her height, and the calluses just added a rather scintillating effect upon his: The slight roughness of her foot against his own callused hand.

Some devil inside her wanted to infuriate him. Watching him do all this from her position on the ground was excruciating torture, what with the way he seemed to take his sweet time on one part of her body before going on to the next. \'What does he think this is, a slow dance?!\' the devious part of her demanded, wanting to throttle Rukawa for taking so long.

\'Oh, hush up,\' the romantic par her her spoke up, smiling. \'This kind of thing takes finesse and I do think the boy pretty much knows what he\'s doing.\'

Without any second thought, Maléna slowly drew up her other leg, watching as Rukawa repeated the same agonizing process of taking off the other pair of her Nike trainers and her other sock, still taking his time to admire her other foot.

When he had had his fill of admiring her feet, he leaned forward a bit, noting with interest how her tanktop had somewhat exposed her navel and a bit of her toned abdomen to his eyes.

It was kind of funny how he had actually recalled those conversations in the locker room that were all about girls. The expert on that topic was none other than Mitsui, since he had known a lot of women during his two years as a gang leader and had even bedded some of them. The shooting guard had actually mentioned a lot of things about a girl\'s anatomy, plus how to give them pleasure with different kinds of foreplay.

He hadn\'t meant to actually listen in to the conversation, but Mitsui had mentioned plenty of intriguing bits about women. Especially navels.

\"In my opinion, I think innies are a lot sexier than outies. Heck, try looking at them to see my point. They make for very incredible pleasure points,\" Mitsui had lectured to a blushing group of kohai that day, earning a glare from Ayako for being very kiss-and-tell about the lives of those girls she knew had been with Mitsui.

Rukawa didn\'t quite understand then, but as he stared down at Maléna he figured that her navel was definitely an innie. And a very sexy one at that. Supporting his weight on his hands, he lowered his head to her stomach, blowing on her navel (another thing he had remembered from Mitsui), surprised when she actually giggled.

\"Ticklish?\" he asked in that same monotone of his, a ghost of a smile flickering on his lips. Maléna bit her lip to keep from laughing and nodded. All laughter was replaced with sighs when she felt his tongue dip into her navel as her hands clenched at her sides.

She had read her share of romance novels and \'how to\' books, but she had not been prepared for how it would feel in actuality. She wasn\'t prepared for the assault of her five senses all at once, or the way her body reacted to Rukawa\'s ministrations. She was helpless in his hands and the only thing she could do was respond to every touch, every kiss he gave her, succumbing to what her body was crying out for.

He couldn\'t get enough of her. Her scent was drugging his senses, making him spiral slowly out of control. She was so hot to his touch, as if she burned at the slightest contact. Her lithe figure was driving him insane, her curves seducing him senseless to everything around him except her. She didn\'t even realize the effect she had on him just laying there like that and giving him a good view of her body.

She looked like a child and woman at the same time, like fantasy and reality all at once. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he had conked his head too hard on a lamppost or something and he was asleep somewhere. Yet as he savored the slightly-salty taste of her skin, he knew he wasn\'t dreaming at all. The lion-lady was for real, and he was going to make sure neither of them would ever forget what would soon take place between them.

His hands came up to the waistband of her leggings, hooking his index fingers and middle fingers on both hands inside the waistband. Slowly, he pulled it down…inch by inch. His eyes widened a trifle bit when he encountered flesh under her leggings. She was NAKED?!?!

Rukawa did a double-take when he realized that Maléna WASN\'T naked at all. She was wearing flesh-colored underwear that was nearly invisible to his eyes. It blended so well with her skin that he actually thought she wasn\'t the type to wear panties when wearing something as tight-fitting as leggings.

As more of her lower body was exposed to his eyes, he dimly noticed in one corner of his mind that her underwear was too high-cut to even be a bikini panty. And it was far too skimpy. If he didn\'t know any better, he would have guessed she was wearing a thong.

But from the way she was smirking up at him, he mentally slapped himself. She WAS wearing a thong. A FLESH-COLORED THONG! She sure didn\'t look like the type who would actually wear those things, he told himself, mentally shaking his head with disbelief. Strangely enough, that thought caused a sudden shrinking in the space of his shorts, the tightening of them an indication that she had his full attention.

The play of emotions in his eyes made Maléna laugh in silent triumph. \'Now he should know that I have surprises of my own,\' she snickered, lig heg her hips slightly off the floor so Rukawa could pull off her leggings. The feel of the cold floor against her now bared lower body elicited a sharp hiss from her, interrupting Rukawa\'s fascinating reverie about thongs.

She stretched languorously like a feline, seducing him this time. She\'d show him that she was the one in control and not him. It was time to turn the tables, she said to herself as she watched his breathing grow shallower from watching her. Wasting no time, she hoisted herself to a half-lying half-sitting position, supporting her weight on her elbows as she smiled.

\"So? What\'s on the next agenda?\" she asked, half-amused half-aroused.

He gave her his answer by grabbing one leg and draping it over his shoulder, forcibly opening her to him despite the presence of the thong between them and leaning down to ravage her mouth again as his hand traced small circles on her thigh up to her knee. Her other leg moved up to encircle his waist as her hands came up to clasp the sides of his face, her lips parting eagerly for his kiss.

As their tongues sparred, her hands slid to the nape of his neck and drowned her fingers in the black waters of his hair. He angled his head more to give him better access to her mouth while she, whether by passion or the silent command of his own actions, fought against him for domination by use of aggressiveness with aggressiveness.

It was suddenly very hot inside andawa awa became conscious of the fact that he still had too many clothes on. In fact, it was so damned hot that he wanted to jump into the school pool with Maléna. Breaking the kiss, he inhaled deeply to get some air back into his lungs, sitting back up on his heels. She was as breathless as he was, panting for air, her lips parted to reveal teeth that could pass for a toothpaste ad. It took quite an effort to breath as Rukawa heaved in air to his air-deprived lungs.

He did look like he needed to cool down. Droplets of sweat were already forming on the skin that was exposed to her. Grinning devilishly, she pushed him down to the floor, mimicking his movements just moments ago. Her hands brushed his legs, loving the way his thigh muscles clenched in response to her curious hands.

Flexing her hands a bit, she slightly clamped them on his thighs, as if to massage the uptight muscles there. But in fact she wasn\'t massaging him. She was molding her hands on his rock-hard thighs to show him how much she admired his superb muscular build.

Roving the expanse of pale skin and steely thigh muscles, her hands worked their way through from on top of his knees to the underside of his thighs down to where the hem of his shorts started. She wanted to go further so she could get a firm grip upon his cute ass but with his position it made for her impossible to do so, hence she went for the next best thing: his groin.

When her hands had strayed to his groin, he bit back a groan and sat up, trapping her wrists in a vise-like grip. \"Don\'t. Tease. Me,\" he practically snarled, his eyes glazed over with lust. Instead of the fear he expected, she actually smiled and leaned over to plant a light kiss on his lips.

\"Relax,\" she purred - oh my God! She PURRED! - while gently freeing her hands from his crushing grip. \"I\'m just returning the favor. You\'re wound up tighter than a spring, you know.\"

He wanted to tell her that she had him at a disadvantage because he wanted her to get something out of this instead of being at the receiving end, but the soft croon of her voice was making it impossible to even think in complete sentences. Miyagi had once given Mitsui the opinion that sex always rendered a person either half-intelligent or utterly stupid, thus leading to their bickering. It had ended in a draw, though, since Ayako\'s tessen came swinging out of nowhere to whack them on the head.

He hadn\'t understood half of what they had been saying that day, but now that he was actually in the situation, he realized that Miyagi was right. He was thinking quite unclearly now and his poor brain was muddled into nothing but static. The only thing he could really do now was let his instincts guide him, release his senses and go with the flow, as Mitsui always put it.

\"Sex is spontaneous. So you can\'t really tell what the girl will like until you\'re in the act. Instinct will just tell you what to do,\" Mitsui\'s voice echoed in the back of Rukawa\'s head and he closed his eyes, forcing himself to relax as Maléna went to the task of taking off his shoes.

While Rukawa had tortured her by being unusually slow, Maléna removed his shoes and socks in a hurried manner, not even bothering to untie the laces. Then again, he usually tied his shoes quite loosely enough for him to just kick them off as soon as he reached home after practice. The only times he tied them tightly was during important games, proving that he was quite lazy when it came to minor details
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Maléna\'s lips on his own interrupted any further thought about Mitsui\'s Sex Ed lessons, Ayako\'s tessen and shoes as he felt her hands take hold of the hem of his cut-off shirt and slowly pull it up, her fingertips brushing lightly against the ridge of his abs.

Deciding not to break the kiss, Rukawa parted his lips to let her tongue slip inside as he felt more of his upper body become exposed to the cold night air. On and on the kiss went deeper, as her fingers danced all over his abs before suddenly turning their attention to his navel. One naughty finger slightly plunged in and her fingertip brushed around against the rim. The move was so unexpected that it made him jerk a bit off the cold hard floor, ending the kiss.

Maléna\'s face hovered above him, a slight smirk appearing upon her bruised lips. Her head bowed down to his. He prepared for another kiss but instead of feeling her lips against his, he felt the hot wet tip of her tongue languorously running over the contours of his lips. Rukawa felt her hot breath against his mouth, the silky dampness of her tongue caressing on and on.

When her tongue stopped at one corner of his mouth, she touched it with a tender kiss. Like the flight of butterflies, her kisses were barely felt upon the skin were it not for the warmth that radiated ephemerally to his skin. From the corner of his mouth to his chin, the flight of her barely imperceptible kisses continued. She tasted the salty tang of his sweat as her lips made a sweeping contact across his damp neck.

Moving lower she passed over the folds of his pulled-up t-shirt and showed her admiration of his abs by slowly outlining the contours of his abdominal muscles with her saliva. A low growl rumbled in his throat as Rukawa felt her tongue trace every curve, swirling towards his navel. Goddamn, she was good at this all right! What had started out as a plan to control her had backfired, as he was slowly becoming putty in her hands.

Hearing that sound coming from him, Maléna decided to do something different by giving him a small love bite near his navel, her teeth making an angry welt in his abdomen before soothing away the slight pain with her tongue. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth to keep from making any more sound as she slithered back up to his face, still with the same impish smile.

\"Did you like that?\" she wanted to know, tracing a pattern with her index finger on his still-damp chest.

Dark blue eyes crashed into grey-green as only the sound of heavy breathing filled the air. Hell, it was definitely overwhelming and he enjoyed every minute of it. But he was not about to admit that to her. He had yet to hear her scream his name, he had yet to hear her beg and plead for him to take her. Instead of giving her an answer, he stared back unblinking before sitting up to pull off his t-shirt with one arm in a single, fluid motion.

Maléna\'s eyes widened as Rukawa sat before her, his well-toned upper body now exposed to her. He was completely naked now, except for his shorts (and most probably his underwear) that still covered the more private part of him. The power in his shoulders, the corded muscles of his arms and the solid wall of his chest made her throat go dry as her heart beat madly in her chest. Never before had she seen a more beautiful work of art than she did now.

He was pale as marble all over his body that anyone would have thought him a statue. But the shift of his breathing told Maléna that he was as real as any drop-dead gorgeous male could ever be. Sitting before her, only his blue eyes ever conveyed the passionate turmoil in him for his face was like that of a statue, still, beautiful, cold, and aloof. The sharp angles of his face, that straight, patrician nose, and those oh-so pouty yet very, very kissable lips.

The scent of his sweat mingling with the musky odor of his arousal proved very potent for her that she didn\'t even move a muscle when Rukawa moved his hands to her back, sliding underneath her tank top and sports bra in one swift movement. However, he didn\'t pull her upper clothing all the way, he left it hanging on her upper arms, concealing her breasts as she only had bowed her head when he pulled off her clothing. Now her tank top and bra were the only things that obscured his view of that chest that had tantalized him.

It was then that her insecurities kicked in. She looked at the hands fisted on her lap, trembling with both fear and want as his hands slowly removed her top and her bra completely, leaving her naked to him, except for the thong. Both articles of clothing fell away, unnoticed, and unheeded as Maléna sat before him with her arms foldiuickuickly across her chest, her whole self now trembling more with embarrassment than desire.

Two large hands grasped her wrists and pulled them away from her chest but not without resistance. Her eyes widened at him, somewhat imploring to him, an imploration he waved away unheeded. Holding her wrists in one hand, the other rested upon the floor and moved his body forward, gently pushing her to lie down.

\"Please…\" One word from her, spoken shakily made him realize that she was both needy and afraid. He\'d have to find some way to reassure her.

Once she was lying down, he quietly kissed her, hoping that he would distract her long enough to make her feel comfortable in exposing herself to him.

It worked.

Maléna was beneath him, trembling and nearly naked. And he knew in that moment that she was the most extraordinary and the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. The crimson hair cascading all around her, the haunting depths of her grey-green eyes, the elegant, Grecian nose, her rosy lips…

She had proud shoulders, the kind that was capable of carrying emotional burdens. Her abdomen was firm and flat, but not muscular like most female bodybuilders and athletes. Her waist was narrow, sleekly curved like an hourglass, flaring out into womanly hips. And her legs…they were long and graceful and to him they seemed to go on forever.

She had such delicate features to her body that a part of Rukawa was afraid to touch her for fear she would break. But another part ached for her so much that it wassumisuming him. Her body simply took his breath away and he wanted to have her right then and there.

Under his intense stare, she blushed and looked away, thinking that he would find her breasts too small. They almost sank in to her body when she lay down and she was almost sorry for this. Rukawa had other opinions of his own about her breasts. Holding up one hand, it slowly aacheached her small ivory breasts heaving in anticipation of his heated touch and in fear of what thoughts had been running through his head.

His hand was slightly shaking as it came into bare contact with her skin, slowly running his fingertips along the under curve of her left breast to the inner curve and then back. This he did to its twin, just the same lazy caresses that were adding drops of impatience to her ever-burgeoning ardor. He then let one fingertip trail away from its first known path to the rim of one pink aureole, which tightened in response. He didn\'t look like he detested the size of her breasts, but she had to admit that his stare was making her nervous.

Maléna swallowed audibly, looking up at the ceiling with passion-glazed eyes as Rukawa continued tracing her breasts with nimble fingers, watching as her nipples hardened under his touch. She was highly sensitized to him, shivering as if cold. Her skin was however, fevered, burning as he was. He had hoped to cool his own flesh by touching her, but found that both of them smoldered with the same desire.

For such an intense person, his touch was so light that it nearly made her sob as the pleasure increased to an unimaginable high. He wasn\'t looking at her breasts now but at her, intent on the expressions of her face as he continued to tease her with his hand.

And then suddenly he wanted to do more than just touch her. Lowering his head to one breast, Rukawa heard her moan as she felt his hot breath blowing against her skin. Involuntarily, she arched upwards, as if offering herself to him, but really wanting to satisfy the hunger she was feeling in her body, desiring his touch and wanting desperately to cool the raging fire inside her.

Instead of cooling her, his mouth did the exact opposite. Using tongue and teeth, he ravished her left breast, alternating between teasing her nipple with his tongue to sucking hard at it, pushing it against the rook of his mouth, relishing the way she arched into him, her body bowing upwards to meld into his. And the embers were fanned to a roaring blaze again as he feasted on her soft skin.

\"Oh God…please,\" she whimpered, struggling to free her hands that were still held above her head so she could grip something. He released his hold on her before switching to her right breast, repeating the same ministrations as she cried out again, her fingers digging into his shoulders to anchor herself against him. Her breathing came in short, sharp gasps, occasionally moaning as he continued to suckle her, as if he had no intention of stopping, as his hands roved all of her body, massaging her buttocks before exploring her thighs.

One hand strayed to the very center of her, his fingers feeling her underwear dampened with her arousal as he kissed her soundly to muffle her cries. He still had his shorts on and his briefs were becoming so damned constraining against his near-painful erection. But he ignored that and continued to drag another throaty cry from her as his hand slipped inside her underwear, feeling with experimental fingers how wet she had become.

One finger slipped slowly inside to probe the depths of her, making her arch into his hand. Seeing her reaction emboldened him and he pushed his hand even deeper into her, the heat scorching him. This time, she moaned his name, making him shudder as his loins tightened further.

Wanting to hear her cry out his name again, he slipped in another finger, feeling her wetness surround the digits as he watched her beneath hooded lids. He slightly withdrew them and pushed them back again. And again and again, the tempo increasing with ever thrust as she neared release. She ached for him everywhere and she so desperately wanted him to just ease the torture.

When he withdrew his hand, her wetness glistened on his fingers and she could only watch in mute fascination as he slowly licked off her essence on his fingers. The way he looked at her then told her how much he liked the taste of her, and she found herself lost in the intensity of his stormy blue eyes.

Maybe it was crazy, but she found herself wanting to tell him that she felt so much more like a woman now than a girl because of him. He made her feel worshipped, he made her feel wanted, and she knew she would never forget the way he made her feel after tonight.

\"Rukawa…please…\" the cry came out on a pleading keen and that was enough to make him nearly snap. He hurriedly pushed off his shorts with one hand and completely kicked them off to join the clothes strewn on the hard wooden floor, revealing underwear she never deemed he would wear: a hi-cut, black, sports brief. The contrast of the dark fabric against his pale skin was even more of a turn-on. And his erection was full on as far as she could tell.

She could see his face contort somewhat. In pain or pleasure she didn\'t know. Maybe both. Somehow it made him look like a dangerous animal cornered. Still trying to choose whether to attack or escape. She would make the decision for him.

For his part, his hard-on was so painful, it was already straining against the confines of his brief, and he felt that he would go over the edge unless he released himself from his underwear. He was so much into his concentration not to come in his briefs that he didn\'t notice Maléna\'s hand move toward the bulge and then run one curious finger upon the ridge. He sucked in his breath sharply as her touch continued to torture him.

He wanted to grab her hand away from him but at the same time he wanted her to fully cup him in her hand. Not of his own volition, his hips moved forward, his overloaded senses taking over his motor controls now. He clamped down his jaws in an effort to keep in his groan of desire for his control was melting away fast as ice would in a desert. However, his action proved to be his undoing as Maléna pushed more of her courage and molded her fingers on his erection, trying to force that groan out of him. Still he didn\'t give in.

\'Stubborn ass! I\'ll make you moan and groan my name whether you like it or not,\' this threat she said to him in her head. She knew what she would have to do then but the knowledge didn\'t come with a frisson of fear. Even with lust assaulting her being didn\'t stop the fear that came from her inexperience. She had seen what male equipment would look like but never had she seen one in person much less hold it in her hand.

Then the thought of touching him broke through her fear, as it would be a new experience for her. She had always been frightened with the thought of doing new things but it also exhilarated her to no end. She was what you would call an adrenalin junkie though adrenalin wasn\'t the exact hormone running crazily in her veins like a raging river.

She hooked her fingers on the waistband of his briefs, her hands shaking with both anticipation and fear as she slowly pulled his underwear down, gradually exposing his hardened penis to the cold air. Accidentally, the back of her knuckles grazed the skin of his penis and he sucked in a breath, the sound practically a hiss as he grabbed her hands in a death grip.

\"Stop,\" he commanded harshly, his eyes clouded over with raging lust as she stared up at him with those eyes that taunted him. She looked innocent, but damn her actions were pretty much the exact opposite. It was like she knew what she was doing. But then again, her innocence was what seduced him to her in the first place.

The first thought that entered her mind as she stared at his exposed member was that he was pretty well-endowed and that he was as in the dark as she was about sex. The only thing they could do was let their primal instincts guide them, letting go of worries and enjoying the moment. His gaze seemed to stray due to embarrassment as she continued to stare at his appendage but she gave him no time to think as she encircled her hands around him.

Rukawa\'s eyes closed as Maléna tentatively began stroking him, her fingertips sliding up from the base to the head and then back again. His eyes snapped open, however, when she leaned forward to lick the head of his penis, wetting it with her saliva.

\"Maléna, I said stop!\" he practically roared, ripping himself away from her. He was so damn aroused it hurt and she was teasing him! She would pay for this, he told himself over and over again as he looked down at her, his chest heaving for breath.

Standing up, Maléna neared him, still with the same teasing look in her eyes. She ran her hands over the expanse of his chest, stopping at his shoulders. She looked up at him then and whispered, \"Do you want to touch me?\" all the while massaging his tense shoulders.

Did he want to touch her? Damn, he wanted to TAKE her! His hands were shaking incessantly, half from arousal half from irritation and here she was, teasing him even after he told her to stop. His eyes flashed, boring into hers as he grabbed her by her waist, grinding his hips to hers, mimicking the movements of intercourse to her as he pushed her back down on the floor.

Outside, a storm was brewing, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, echoing throughout the empty school grounds as rain started pouring down. Now they could hardly hear the hard beating of their hearts as the rain pounded on the gym\'s roof, a sound which they ignored as they began another bout of their passion play.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the electricity failed and yet only the darkness served to drive the two mad. Streaks of lightning flashed and briefly illuminated the darkened gym, showing two figures pressed against each other, exploring with lax hands, tasting, trying to satisfy the hunger of their bodies while the storm raged outside, matching the storm raging inside of them. Bare legs flashed in the darkness, ragged breathing and desperate moaning was heard, and a strong musk was suggested in the air as two bodies sought each other in the shadows.

He trailed his hands down to her damp underwear, hooking his fingers around the waistband and slowly dragging them down her long legs. Lightning flashed again and he saw her, albeit momentarily, ivory skin exposed, glistening with sweat as her breasts heaved in agitation. She was beautiful, she was exceptional, and she was going to be his. His no matter what.

He lowered himself to her again, kissing the breath out of her as one hand wandered down to the very heart of her, listening to her cry out while the other supported his weight on the floor. His body screamed for release, but he held back, wanting to dominate her, to control her. He ran his fingers along her wet and silky folds, unceasing in his caresses until he elicited a squeak from her when he accidentally brushed against her pleasure bud.

Her reaction made him stop. He had an idea what he touched to squeeze such a sound from her. Trying again, he pushed his fingertip against her clitoris and rubbed it in circular motions. Zigzags of electricity spreading from her groin to her entire body made her lift her hips involuntarily, whimpering as he continued with his torture.

Rukawa loved the way her face contorted in ecstasy and hungered for the way she responded to his touches. He slipped one finger into her and she sighed and moaned at the same time. He moved his digit in and out of her with such meticulous slowness; the rough feel of his callused finger against her wet sheath raised her desire, if it were any possible.

From the dimness of the room she stared at him with dilated passion-glazed eyes, as he again stroked her inside muscles with increasing speed. Not even clamping down the muscles of her sheath stopped his fervor. Dear God, it wasn\'t as if she was complaining but this was nearly too much for her. Her breath came out in heavy pants, her chest heaving in the effort to get air back into her lungs.

\"Say it,\" he commanded, thrusting his fingers into her. She whimpered, arching into his hand.

He withdrew his hand, leaving her bereft, and wanting as he listened to the sound of her breathless moaning. \"Say it,\" he commanded again, his voice harsh.

\"I want you,\" she whispered, nearly sobbing when his fingers re-entered her, thrusting again and increasing the tempo.

Maléna was lost in a maelstrom of passion as Rukawa continued to work magic on her. God, his hands were wicked, teasing every nerve ending and dragging cry after sharp cry from her. Tiny flames seemed to lick at her body, increasing the heat as sweat trickled out her pores. The evidence of his arousal was hard, pressing insistently against her thigh as he indulged in the taste of her sweat-damp skin.

She wanted him inside her to complete her and she told him so in a breathless manner. He looked into her eyes, just as another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. \"Are you sure?\" he asked, not believing what he had heard, himself. God, if he didn\'t find release soon, he would…

Maléna nodded. \"I\'m sure,\" she whispered, punctuating her declaration with a kiss. She splayed her long fingers upon his sculpted chest, loving the way his muscles rippled in reply to her touch. The knowledge that she could have such an effect to a person like Rukawa was aphrodisiac enough for her.

She moved her fingers along the muscular sinews of his torso, from his pectorals to his very well defined abs and returning to his hardened nipples moving her fingertips against it in circular motions. Their scents mingled strongly with each other, permanently entwined with each other. His dark blue eyes darkened even more at her caresses, her abandoned display of herself and the sweat glistening upon her skin along with the brief lightning flashes of the stormy weather.

Something snapped inside Rukawa and he hesitated. Maléna seemed to read his mind and she clasped the sides of his face in her hands. \"Daijoubu…I just had my period, I won\'t get pregnant,\" she assured him, smiling through the darkness. She slipped her hands from his chest to his back, one hand placed between his shoulder blades and the other pressed against his lower back, cajoling him to start the act that would finally join them as one.

He entered her slowly, shuddering at the extreme tightness of her inner walls. His face was buried in the side of her neck, but she heard a muffled sound coming from him that sounded like a groan as he breached her. There was little pain upon entry…something she attributed to all those years of being an athlete. But the feeling of him inside her was so intense, she cried out just the same.

The world faded to just the two of them as Rukawa surged inside her in one swift thrust.

He waited until she was ready, his shaft buried inside her as he fought against releasing himself into her too soon. He withdrew a bit and pushed back in, his face contorting with the pleasure he was receiving from her. He rose up, supporting his weight on his hands as he continued to move against her, his hips pushing down and then pulling up, starting at a slow rhythm.

She found his rhythm then and started to move with him, arching her hips up to meet his as her legs slowly came up to scissor around his waist, pushing him down harder with each thrust he made. Speed increased and then the slapping of sweaty skin against sweaty skin were the only sounds that matched the rolling of thunder outside. Lightning flashed over and over again, revealing two intertwined bodies moving together to the rhythm of their pounding hearts.

He had admitted to himself before that she was unlike the girls he had ever come across on. She was independent, free-spirited, headstrong, and intelligent and he secretly admired her for that. But as the days wore on, he had to content himself with watching her from afar, seeing her face time and again in his sleep and even during waking hours.

It was then that he began to hate her for having such a hold on him and he began to want something more than just watch her. He wanted to take her, wanted to show her just who had the winning cards and he found himself waiting for the right time to tell her so.

The exact opposite was happening. It was she who had so much power over him. It was she who completely controlled him unconsciously. He wanted to tell her then that he would do absolutely anything for her, but he couldn\'t speak for fear that he was just dreaming and he\'d wake up alone again with nothing but basketball to preoccupy him. And yet here he was, kissing her, touching her, feeling her around him…and…loving her. He loved her. And he realized the hae had now found something beautiful outside the hard court that would be his strength as he continued to live through his life.

He continued to thrust into her in an efficient, unbreakable rhythm as she met his thrusts with her own, digging her fingers into his back and gasping out his name with each thrust, accompanied by sighs for more of him. The feel of him inside her overwhelmed her and she thought then that she would die pretty soon. Their bodies trembled as they neared the peak of their release, sweaty limbs entwined.

She was the first to let go, the shudders of her body increasing, as white lights flashed behind her eyes. Her muscles spasmodically clamped down on his shaft as she arched back, exposing her throat to him, her mouth open in a silent cry. He followed her over the edge then, his heart lurching as he released his seed into her, hoarsely shouting out her name. The howling of the wind and the crash of thunder drowned out his voice but he didn\'t seem to care as the storm reached its climax the same time they reached theirs.

With the storm receding to a continuous drizzle, he collapsed on top of her, a boneless mass as he heaved in a shuddering breath. Her arms came up around him to cradle his head between her breasts as if letting him listen to the pounding of her heart. His own heart was still racing, but this time, he felt certain elation as he raised his head up to look at her, tracing her eyebrow with his fingers before trailing them to her cheek and down to her jaw.

\"Maléna…\" he softly sighed her name, kissing her lightly before moving to pull himself out of her.

Her green eyes lit up at the sound of her name coming from his lips and she smiled. \"I guess you\'re welcome,\" she replied, snuggling against his chest as he held on to her in the darkness of the gym.

Outside, the rain continued to pour steadily, but it bore testament to the miracle of newfound love.


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OWARI


Notes: Ack! Finally! The end!!! And it took me only 12 pages too! Hehehehehe…enjoy!!!!!