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Cabin Fever	By : CrystalDawn Category: +S to Z > Wedding Peach Views: 4968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cabin Fever

By Crystal Dawn Phoenix

The snow was coming down pretty hard outside.

'It wasn't doing that when we got here,' Momoko thought, a warm cup of cocoa between her hands as she looked out the window. She took a sip and recalled that on the way over, the ground had been visible between patches of slushy, melting snow. Apparently, it had snowed a couple of days ago before they'd arrived on the mountain, and had been progressively melting since. At least that's what Yuri's mother had told them.

Yuri and her mother were the ones who had invited Momoko and Hinagiku to spend the weekend with their family in their mountain home in the first place. Yuri herself had told them how beautiful it was this time of year, with the fresh snow and the long, clear nights.

Momoko had no reluctance at all to go in the first place, but when Yuri told her and Hinagiku that their school's soccer team was training for the weekend in a cabin a few miles to the north of theirs (mountain air is good for the lungs, apparently), she began to wonder. And when Yuri suggested they go visit them late on Saturday afternoon (presumably after they'd finished training for the day), she was sure she didn't have to wonder any more.

Not that Momoko minded too much, really. If it would keep Yuri and Hinagiku from getting ahead of her with Yanagiba-senpai, she was all for it. Then there was also the fact that she knew that if the soccer team was here, so their manager Hiromi Kawanami would be, too. And whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not (and in fact, she really very much did not want to), she really did worry about the team's back-up goalie, Yousuke's, safety when in Hiromi's company for too long. Hiromi could be a persuasive, pushy little minx when she wanted to be (which seemed to Momoko like all the time, anyway).

Momoko took another sip of her cocoa and tried not to think too much about Hiromi. As was to be expected, she had been hanging all over Yousuke the entire time the three girls had been visiting. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself too much (for which Momoko was secretly grateful), but then again Momoko couldn't claim that she was enjoying herself, either.

Yuri and Hinagiku had been competing over Yanagiba-senpai all evening, and anytime she tried to say anything to Yousuke, Hiromi would interject. This didn't leave Momoko with much of anyone to talk to or anything to do. She had managed to busy herself for awhile with talking to a few of the soccer players, then with making everyone a cup of cocoa, but by and large her evening had been spent looking out the window and watching the snow.

The snow, as it turned out, had been building all evening long. Momoko had been watching its progress as it went from filling in the damp patches of earth that had been uncovered by the earlier week's thaw, to making a white blanket across the hillside, to coming almost up to meet the windowpane.

The snowstorm also showed no signs of abating any time soon. Momoko sighed. They'd missed their opportunity to get back to Yuri's family's cabin tonight, she was positive. Now they were going to have to spend the rest of the night here. Not that anyone else seemed to have noticed yet.

"Guys," she spoke up finally, addressing Yuri and Hinagiku. The two girls looked up at Momoko from their places on either side of Yanagiba-senpai on the couch.

"Yes, Momoko?" Yuri asked as her friend turned back to the window.

"It's snowing pretty hard outside," Momoko said before turning back to face the couch, "I don't think we'll be able to make it back tonight." The team's captain and the two girls on either side of him blinked, Hinagiku finally rising to come to the window and see what Momoko was talking about. Further toward the kitchen, Hiromi had picked up on their conversation, too.

"Tch," Hinagiku said, pushing aside the plain curtains that framed the window, "You're right. There's, what, a meter out there?" Momoko nodded as Yanagiba-senpai and Yuri joined them.

"I think so," Momoko replied as Yuri leaned over her to look out the other side of the window.

"Oh, dear," Yuri fretted, "It is snowing rather heavily." Hiromi seemed to appear out of thin air to push her way between Yuri and Yanagiba, leaning into Momoko's head as she peered out the window as well.

"My, I don't envy you three at all, see?" she said, smiling a bit as she drew back from the window, thankfully taking her breasts off of Momoko's head as she did so, "But if you want to make it back to your own cabin, you'd better start out now. See?" Just like Hiromi, Momoko thought. She figured that the purple-haired girl didn't want any other girls in the cabin at night so that she'd have a clear field for Yousuke. After an initial flash of anger, Momoko's mind filled with embarrassment at her own thoughts. Why was she thinking about that, anyway? And why was she thinking like Hiromi? She wasn't sure which idea she liked least; the thought that she might be worried about Yousuke, or the idea that she might be thinking like Hiromi.

"Now, Kawanami-kun," Yanagiba finally spoke up, causing Momoko to look up at him and stop thinking about whatever insidious things Hiromi might have planned, "We'd be very poor hosts to let them walk back home in weather like this. It'd be no trouble at all to let them stay the night." Yuri and Hinagiku smiled and nodded vigorously as he spoke, causing Hiromi to try to hide a disappointed, angry look of her own. Momoko herself wasn't entirely sure about this, but definitely didn't want to walk back in the snow at night.

At this point, several of the members of the soccer team had become interested in the goings-on by the window, and had begun to listen in on the conversation. At the pronouncement that there were going to be three more pretty girls spending the night with them, not a few of them began to talk in excited, hushed tones amongst themselves.

"And I promise," Yanagiba said, casting a glance over his shoulder at his teammates, "That every member of the soccer team will behave like a perfect gentleman while you're here." This declaration caused a few mumbles of disappointment, and then calmer, quieter background noise as the other team members turned back to their normal conversations. Yuri, meanwhile, had adopted an air of pure admiration as she looked back up at Yanagiba.

"Ah, Yanagiba-sama," she said sweetly, "You are just like a noble prince." Momoko rolled her eyes a bit as she and Hinagiku turned back to the window. As for Yanagiba, he rubbed the back of his head, favoring Yuri with a flattered look of embarrassment.

"Oh, no," he replied, "I'm only doing my job."

"Oi," Hinagiku broke in, sounding a bit short, "I hate to ask this, but... where exactly are we going to sleep? I don't think there's room enough for us all here in the living room." Yuri blinked and turned to her friend, and Momoko realized that she really didn't like where this was heading.

"Ah, that's true," Yanagiba replied, looking as though he was thinking, "And we can't have our guests sleep in the floor, either. We did have just enough beds last night, but I'm sure I can get one or two of the guys to give up their beds for you." There were noises of ascent in the background, although Momoko noticed that Hiromi didn't seem to like the idea at all.

"Ne, Captain?" the purple haired girl asked sweetly, pushing her index fingers together, "I'm not included in this, am I? It wouldn't be fair to make me have to sleep somewhere else, since I have my room because I'm the only girl anyway, right? See?" Yanagiba turned his calm gaze toward Hiromi.

"But it wouldn't be fair to anyone else if you weren't included, Kawanami-kun," he said evenly, "I'd like this to be fair, so we should leave it to chance. We can draw straws." Hiromi looked thoroughly defeated. Momoko suspected that Yanagiba was thwarting whatever plans the girl in ringlets might have had left, right, and sideways. Momoko thought with some satisfaction that perhaps he was doing it on purpose. The idea made the corners of her mouth tug up into a little half-hearted smile.

"That's a great idea," Hinagiku said enthusiastically, unwilling to let Yuri take all the opportunities to compliment the blond captain. Momoko suspected that she might also have gotten the same impression that he was trying to frustrate Hiromi, as well.

"Oh, we do not want to be any bother, though," Yuri said, a bit of worry creeping into her voice, "We would fare just fine on the floor." Momoko did feel a bit ashamed, too, at making one of the players give up his bed for her, but she figured if it was Hiromi she'd be able to live with herself a bit more.

"Nonsense," Yanagiba replied, his voice firm but warm, "It's no bother at all. Right, guys?" More noises of agreement came from the soccer team. Momoko had to wonder if these guys had even had time to look at a girl outside of all the time they spent practicing. From their enthusiasm, she guessed it couldn't have been that often. Then again, Yousuke never seemed to miss an opportunity to tease her, even with all their practice. Maybe he was just trying extra hard? The jerk.

"Well, it's settled then," Yanagiba said, looking rather calm in spite of (or perhaps because of) the death glares Hiromi was giving him, "Since the beds aren't that big, I don't think all three of you would fit into one. But it wouldn't be a problem to have two of you share a bed, would it?"

"Of course not," Yuri replied before anyone else could say anything. Not that Momoko would disagree at all, but she was wondering exactly how many people were going to be in each room.

"Ah, well then, since there are fifteen of us, I suppose we'll need fifteen straws," Yanagiba said thoughtfully, "We can cut two short. Whoever gets those will give you their beds." Momoko stood, seeing her chance to dodge out (and perhaps win a bit of favor with Yanagiba-senpai).

"I'll go get the straws," she said enthusiastically, "Where are they kept?" Yanagiba turned a favorable look on her.

"In the second drawer from the top, beside the kitchen sink," he replied, "There's a pair of scissors in one of the drawers, too." Momoko nodded.

"I'll be right back," she said eagerly. She broke away from the group surrounding the window and headed toward the kitchen, perhaps a little bit too quickly. Then again, she figured, almost anything would be better than being right in the middle of three other girls and Yanagiba-senpai and being ignored.

As she walked through the kitchen door, though, Momoko found the reason Hiromi had been hovering over her by herself for the past few minutes. Yousuke was standing in front of the sink, drinking a glass of water. Momoko wondered if he'd gotten tired of the other girl's advances and ducked into the kitchen to get away from her.

"Yousuke?" she asked, causing him to start a bit, "What are you doing in here all by yourself?" The brown-haired soccer player pitched forward a bit, almost choking on his water, before turning back to face the girl behind him.

"Oh, Momopi!" he said, sounding a bit startled, and more than a bit relieved, "It's just you. I was just... getting a drink of water." Momoko's face went a bit flat; she hated that stupid nickname. Really.

"Don't call me that," she said half-heartedly, causing a smile to creep onto Yousuke's face as she headed for the sink, "And you should come back out. You're all drawing straws." Now he looked genuinely curious as he stepped aside to let Momoko open the drawer that contained the straws.

"What for?" he asked, watching as she sat aside her cocoa and pulled the packet of straws out. Momoko counted to fifteen, pulled that many straws out of the packet, and then placed it back in the drawer. She smiled as she knelt down and began to rummage through the drawers for a pair of scissors.

"Since it's snowing so hard," she began, finally finding the scissors, "Yanagiba-senpai invited me, Yuri, and Hinagiku to stay the night. So all of you have to draw straws to see which two of you are going to give us your beds." Yousuke looked less-than thrilled as she snipped about two centimeters off the ends of two straws.

"Captain is too nice," he said, a bit of a smirk coming onto his face, "If it were me, I'd have just made the three of you sleep in the floor." Momoko stuck her tongue out as she stood back up.

"Of course you would," she said, huffing, "But you're not as kind as Yanagiba-senpai, either. And it's not up to you, anyway." The last sentence was said with more than a bit of satisfaction, Momoko realized. She hoped that Yousuke would have to give her his bed; that would be the perfect pay-back for him being so mean.

"No," he answered, his smirk becoming a bit more gleeful, "But if it was, I'd make you sleep in the snow, Momopi." Momoko knew he was only playing, but that didn't make him any less annoying.

"Yousuke, you're awful," she said, pretending to be angry. She turned and walked out of the kitchen, nose in the air. Yousuke followed her directly, still smiling mischievously.

"I have the straws," Momoko called as she reentered the living room. In a flash, she was surrounded by the entire soccer team and Hiromi, all excitedly picking the straws, eager to know their fates. As the noises of satisfaction and disappointment filtered throughout the room, Hiromi's voice carried further than the others.

"Awww, no way, see!" she wailed, holding up a straw that was a bit shorter than the others. Momoko felt a bit bad for her at first, seeing as how she looked to be on the verge of tears. Then again, nearly the whole team turned to comfort the purple-haired girl at once, so Momoko figured she didn't need to feel too sorry for her. It was then that she noticed that none of the other players seemed to have the other short straw. Looking down, she noticed that she had been left holding two of the straws. One of them must be the other short one! But who hadn't drawn yet?

She looked toward the window to see that Yanagiba-senpai was headed her way. Maybe he'd been too far away when the commotion started to get a straw? Looking the other direction, she noticed that Yousuke was standing behind her left shoulder without a straw. Her heart sped up as she began to wonder which one would draw the short straw.

"Ready?" Yousuke asked, looking across Momoko at the captain. Yanagiba nodded as they both took hold of a straw each. Momoko wondered if she was blushing as they drew simultaneously.

"Tch," Yousuke said, looking a bit disappointed, "I guess you win." He looked at the short straw in his hand, not without a bit of disguised amusement Momoko noticed. Before she could make any comments, though, Hiromi had latched herself to Yousuke's arm. Again.

"Oh, Yo-kun!" she said, causing Yousuke to flinch, "You got a short straw, too, see! Now I don't feel as bad about picking the losing straw! That means you can stay in the living room with me tonight, see!" Momoko felt herself unwillingly bristle a bit as Yousuke looked like he wanted to bolt from the room again.

"Kawanami-kun?" Yanagiba interjected calmly, probably defusing a potentially explosive situation, "Didn't you say last night that you should get a room to yourself because you're a girl?" Momoko felt herself relax a bit, almost as though she'd been holding her breath. She had unwillingly been a bit worried for Yousuke before, but the thought of letting him sleep alone in the same room as Hiromi had caused her stomach to clinch in panic. She would've been annoyed at herself for getting upset, but at the moment she was too grateful to Yanagiba-senpai to care.

"Errr," Hiromi said slowly, stretching the syllable as she looked sheepishly from around Yousuke's arm at Yanagiba, "I guess I did say that, see? But..." As she paused for a second too long, Yanagiba took the opportunity to interrupt her.

"Then that means that you should get the living room to yourself," he said, just as warmly to her as he'd been speaking to the other girls earlier, "Since the other girls will be sleeping in the same rooms with us. That is, if they're all okay with that." As Yanagiba turned to Yuri and Hinagiku, Yousuke looked as though he might cry from relief.

"Oh, there is no problem!" Yuri said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. She and Hinagiku gave each other a knowing look that made Momoko slightly suspicious. They weren't planning something, were they?

"Wonderful," Yanagiba said, seemingly oblivious to all the drama, "Since Kawanami-kun and Yousuke were the ones to lose their beds, there's an open bed with its own room, and an open bed in my room. I suppose that it would be best if Yousuke slept in the room with only one bed, so that he won't get stepped on in the morning. Right?" Yousuke looked at his captain a bit blankly at first, then after casting a look down at the tearful puppy-dog eyes Hiromi was giving him, turned back to the older blond, nodding eagerly in agreement.

"Fine with me," he replied, smiling weakly. Momoko, however, was looking at her two friends with apprehension. Yuri was smiling as blissfully as ever, but something about Hinagiku's devilish grin made her want to run back into the kitchen and not come out.

"So once you decide which two of you will be sharing the bed in my room, this will all be settled," Yanagiba said, smiling as Yuri and Hinagiku nodded in ascent.

"Momoko-cha-a-a-an," Yuri drawled as the two taller girls turned in her direction. She should've known.

"Y-you guys," she said nervously, "I don't wanna..." Yuri steepled her fingers in front of her chest as Hinagiku continued to grin.

"We should make this fair," Yuri said sweetly, giving Momoko the impression that whatever she had planned was anything but.

"We can throw jan-ken-pon," Hinagiku said enthusiastically, "Whoever loses has to sleep in the same room as Yousuke." She pushed one of the sleeves on her yellow turtleneck up as she extended her right hand. The unspoken statement was that the two winners would get to sleep in the same room as Yanagiba-senpai. This idea, however, filled Momoko with new hope - anyone could win at jan-ken-pon! It was just luck, right? And nothing was as lucky to throw as rock! Momoko extended her right hand, as well, eager to beat at least one of her two friends.

"Okay!" the three girls said in unison, "Jan! Ken! Pon!" With each syllable, the three girls threw their fists forward, the last causing them to each choose either rock, paper, or scissors. As was to be expected, Momoko threw rock.

"Paper covers rock," Hinagiku said, showing her flattened hand together with Yuri, "Momoko loses!" Momoko's face fell.

"Nooo," she whined softly, "How could rock let me down?" Hinagiku covered her face with her hand as she slowly shook her head from side to side.

"Really, Momoko," Yuri said, clearly amused, "You should pick something else once in awhile." Hinagiku stopped shaking her head and smirked, poking Yuri in the shoulder as she did so.

"Hey, maybe she didn't really want to win," Hinagiku said, stifling a laugh. Yuri pretended to be scandalized.

"Hinagiku!" she exclaimed, her voice betraying her delight. Well, at least someone was having fun at Momoko's expense. She surely wasn't.

"So Momoko-kun and Yousuke will share a room," Yanagiba spoke up, "And you two will stay with me. I guess it's settled, then." At this, he turned to Momoko, wearing what she thought might be a mischievous look. "And if he does anything untoward, let me know," Yanagiba said with a wink, "He'll have extra laps waiting for him. You know how goalies can be."

Momoko blinked. She wasn't even going to try and figure out what goalies could 'be' like; just the fact that Yanagiba would give Yousuke extra work on her account made her feel like she could float away. That was quite possibly the best thing she'd heard all night.

"Yes, Yanagiba-senpai!" she replied eagerly, cupping her reddening cheeks with her hands. She failed to notice that Yousuke's face had turned the same color.

"Captain!" he protested, his tone suggesting either dissent or embarrassment. The captain turned toward the younger player, still smiling.

"If you don't like extra laps, you could always do sprints instead," Yanagiba suggested cheerfully. Yousuke looked utterly defeated.

"Okay, okay," he said, rubbing the back of his head and tugging his arm free of Hiromi's grasp. "I'm going to bed now." Hiromi looked a bit startled before running to follow him toward the bedrooms.

"Wait a second, Yo-kun, see?" she said, her voice almost sounding tearful, "I have to get my things, see?" Momoko's expression fell as she shook her head from side to side.

"I can't believe you guys are doing this to me," she lamented. Yuri and Hinagiku exchanged knowing glances.

"But Momoko," Hinagiku said softly into her pink-haired friend's ear, "Aren't you excited? You get to spend the night with Yousuke!" Momoko turned an interesting shade of crimson.

"I-I d-d-don't know what you're talking about!" she managed to squeak. Was this what dying felt like? And what if Yanagiba-senpai heard? He'd either think that she and Yousuke were together, or that Momoko was one of those girls.

"If it weren't for Hinagiku," Yuri said softly, almost dreamily, "I might not be able to control myself enough to maintain my virtue. It is such a temptation, even for a girl as pure as myself." She sighed wistfully and looked over at Hinagiku. Hinagiku grinned impishly.

"Oh?" she asked, raising one green eyebrow, "Better watch out, then. I might not even try, even with you there." Yuri looked absolutely scandalized - honestly this time.

"Hinagiku!" she exclaimed, loud enough to be overheard this time, "You will not!" Hinagiku chuckled at her friend's apparent dismay. Momoko, however, sighed and hung her head.

"I'm going to bed," she finally said, utterly defeated. She didn't even wait for a reply from her friends before heading back toward the hallway that contained the bedrooms. Now she just had to figure out which one was Hiromi's.

Momoko blinked as she heard voices coming from behind the second door on the right - one male, one female. She shook her head; that had to be it. Tired (and sort of irritated), Momoko opened the door. What was on the other side made her blush again.

Hiromi had her nightclothes cradled in one of her arms, but the other arm was slung around Yousuke's neck, pulling him toward her. The brunette himself looked rather stunned, but Hiromi looked like she had been interrupted mid-kiss.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry..." Momoko stammered, bowing a bit before taking a step back, "I'll go ba--"

"No, it's okay, Momopi!" Yousuke interrupted her, his voice full of relief and almost gleeful, "Hiromi was just going to change. Right?" He stood straight up, giving the purple-haired girl a small, sheepish smile. She pouted a bit at him.

"I guess," she said, sounding thoroughly dejected, "See?" Momoko really did feel bad now. She looked at her feet as Hiromi trudged out the door. Maybe she should've just let Hiromi keep her bed? But then Yousuke...

Then again, how did she know Yousuke didn't really enjoy the attention? He wasn't exactly actively resisting Hiromi when she'd walked in on them. She leaned against the open door, staring down at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs. Why did that idea bug her so much?

"Are you gonna stand in the doorway all night, or are you gonna sleep?" Yousuke asked, causing Momoko to look up from her very interesting fingernails, "'Cuz if you're just gonna stand there, I'll take the bed." He had produced a stack of blankets and pillows from somewhere, which led Momoko to wonder exactly where they'd come from. She stepped away from the door, shutting it behind her.

"Where'd you get the blankets?" she asked, maybe with a bit of trepidation in her voice, as she looked back at him. He nodded over his shoulder at the open walk-in closet.

"They were in the closet," he said, "Just like in the other rooms." Momoko walked past him, and for lack of knowing anything better to do, sat heavily on the edge of the bed with her knees together and her hands folded in her lap.

"What's wrong with you?" Yousuke asked after another couple of seconds, "Jealous or somethin'?" He'd begun spreading the blankets out over the floor to the side of the bed. Momoko's face lit up again as she huffed and turned to notice that a large window sat on the other side of the bed from her.

"Why would I be jealous?" she asked angrily. Now he was teasing her, too? This was too much.

"That's okay, Momopi," Yousuke said, his grin almost audible, "'Cuz I'm not gonna sleep with you, either." Momoko looked back at him, her cheeks red and inflated.

"Who asked you to?!" she said loudly, grabbing one of the pillows from the head of the bed and flinging it at him. Yousuke almost fell over laughing before another thought occurred to Momoko. "Wait, did Hiromi...?" she said, trailing off before she could finish her question. She looked at him curiously now, her anger having dissolved nearly completely.

"What did you think all that 'you can sleep in the living room with me' stuff was about?" he said, preoccupying himself with the comforter he was spreading out on top of the first blanket. Momoko stared at the blanket, too; she was finding it just as interesting as Yousuke apparently was.

"Oh," she said flatly, "Did... Did you want to?" Momoko asked, feeling her face heat up again. That was starting to get annoying, she realized, letting it distract her for a second.

"If I had wanted to, I would've done it last night," he replied, a bit of anger creeping into his voice and making Momoko jump a bit as she looked back at him, "She tried pulling me out of bed then, but I pretended to be asleep. She couldn't get me out without waking Yanagiba up, so she left." Momoko blinked, bringing a hand to her mouth, unconsciously wanting to chew one of her fingernails.

"So... why don't you just tell her to stop?" she asked timidly. It made her embarrassed to even think it, but she had been wishing Yousuke would do that for quite a while now. As it was, he sighed at the suggestion.

"I really want to," he said wearily, "But I don't want to hurt her feelings. She's not really a bad person, it's just... I guess I don't like her like that." Momoko noticed that his cheeks had turned a little pink, too, as he concentrated deeply on smoothing out the blankets that now lay before him. That made her at least a little less embarrassed.

"I'm going to put my bedclothes on," Yousuke said abruptly, standing as he stared intently at the floor. Before Momoko could reply, he'd walked out the bedroom door. She watched after him, blinking in confusion. Could it be that she'd embarrassed him, too? It was hard for her to believe, but maybe he was just as confused as she was about this whole thing.

As she sat waiting for Yousuke to return, Momoko wondered why she didn't just go to sleep right then. Maybe it was just because she felt weird laying down to sleep in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt? Her bra didn't help things, either; while she was up and about, she could ignore the undergarment, but if she laid down with one on, she had time to concentrate on how constricting they could be. Just thinking about it made it seem tighter around her chest.

Then again, Momoko thought, she kind of did want to see Yousuke again before she went to sleep. She didn't even have anything in particular that she wanted to say to him, but she did at least want to tell him goodnight. That idea made her stomach feel strange, as though she had butterflies in it. Did that mean she was excited over this? That thought made her even more nervous.

"You feelin' alright?" Yousuke asked, causing her to start and look up at him, "You look kinda sick." Momoko stared blankly at him for a second before smiling sheepishly as she realized that one of her hands had crept up to cover her stomach without her having realized it. Heck, Yousuke had even come back from the bathroom, and she'd been so dazed and out of it that she hadn't even noticed.

"N-no, I'm fine!" Momoko finally stammered, pressing her knees together. She looked down at them, and at her hands resting on her lap, and wondered briefly why she'd done that. It was then that it registered with her that there was an odd tingling feeling between her thighs, and that it wasn't altogether unenjoyable. Then she realized that she must have been blushing. Again.

"You know, I was just thinking," Yousuke said, looking down at her evenly, "Are you gonna wear that to bed?" Momoko stared at some point in the floor beside Yousuke's pallet as the heat on her face began to bother her.

"I didn't bring anything else," she said, sounding a bit distracted and embarrassed. What exactly was he suggesting? She could tell he was shaking his head above her.

"Che, figures," he mumbled, "Then again, I guess you didn't plan on getting stuck here, either." Momoko noticed out of the corner of her field of vision that Yousuke had begun to do something with his clothing. Curious, she looked up to see him unbuttoning the top of his blue cotton pajama set. Momoko briefly wondered if she could possibly get any redder.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" she squeaked, scooting back on the bed a bit. Yousuke quirked an eyebrow, but continued to unbutton the shirt.

"Giving you something to wear to bed," he said, perhaps with a bit of boredom, "Why, what does it look like I'm doing? Jeez, don't get so excited, Momopi. Here." With the last syllable, he slid out of the plain blue shirt and threw it at her, the fabric flopping over Momoko's head and covering her eyes. She sputtered a bit as she yanked it away from her face, angry at being called on her own interest. As she looked up, she noticed that Yousuke was wearing a look that was too amused for his own good.

"I'm not excited!" she lied, standing up, "And you scared me! I thought you were... stripping or something!" He leaned a little closer to her, clearly on the verge of laughter. Momoko maintained her angry expression, hoping he didn't do anything to make her lose it.

"Wishful thinking, Momopi," he said calmly, making Momoko even angrier.

"Shut up!" she yelled in his face, causing him to break into peels of laughter. As Momoko ran from the room, Yousuke watched her go, his laughter barely dying before she reached the door.

When she returned five or six minutes later, Yousuke had already crawled between the blankets he'd laid on the floor. He sat up and watched as Momoko poked her head through the cracked open door.

"Don't laugh, okay?" she said, her face still as red as when she'd left, "Some of the guys in the living room saw me on my way back and started laughing." Yousuke stared blankly at the doorway.

"Why would I laugh?" Yousuke asked. Momoko thought he sounded genuinely puzzled. Maybe he hadn't considered how his shirt would look on a girl? Reluctantly, she stepped into the room, allowing the door to snap shut behind her. One hand was at her mouth as she chewed aimlessly at a fingernail. The other hand, almost completely obscured by the too-long blue sleeves, was preoccupied with tugging the too-short front of the shirt down over her pale pink panties. Yousuke blinked at her; Momoko thought he might be at a loss for words.

"It's a little short," she said lamely, looking at the floor. Momoko pressed both arms further toward the center of her chest; she had noticed in the bathroom that the cloth was thin enough to allow her nipples to show through. She figured it wouldn't be so bad if they would just lay flat like they normally did, but for some reason they insisted on sticking out tonight. Then again, it was rather cold, she reminded herself.

She chanced a glance up at Yousuke. He was staring pointedly at the closet, his face flushed. He also seemed to have clenched his hands into fists, resting them on the blanket in his lap. Momoko noticed then for the first time that he looked quite nice without his shirt on. She let out a tiny gasp as she realized what she was thinking, and returned her gaze immediately to the floor.

"You... just gonna stand there all night?" Yousuke finally asked, still not turning to face her, "Or are you gonna turn the light off and get in bed?" Momoko looked up and nodded shyly, and in a series of stiff motions, reached over and hit the light switch beside the door. The room was flooded through the large window with blue moonlight reflecting off of hills of powdery white snow as the electric light went out. She could still make out Yousuke's form on the floor as she quickly skittered to the bed. In another few seconds, Momoko was beneath the comforters, having quickly pulled them up over her shoulders.

Momoko lay with her eyes squeezed closed, trying to force herself to sleep. The noise of rustling blankets let her know that Yousuke had laid back into his pallet on the floor. After that, the room was completely quiet. It was so quiet that after a few seconds Momoko began to focus on the sounds of her own breathing. It and her heartbeat resounded in her ears, giving her a focus for her nervous energy. The soft noise also served to distract her from the warmth between her legs, and the way that the shirt she was wearing smelled faintly like Yousuke.

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Something was after him.

It was huge and black as night, with massive wings and sharp teeth. Yousuke had no idea what it was, but he knew it was completely evil and it was after him. It only wanted him, and it wasn't going to stop chasing him until it got him.

One clawed hand stretched out, large enough to envelop him if it closed. As the fingers came down toward him, Yousuke clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the worst. Then... there was nothing. There was only empty darkness.

With a gasp, Yousuke opened his eyes and sat up straight. He pitched forward, breathing heavily and clutching his sweaty forehead with one hand. It took him a second before he connected with reality again; it had all been a dream. The reality was that he had just wakened from a bad dream. He was laying in a pile of blankets in a cabin, on a mountain, in the middle of a snowstorm, in the same room as...

Yousuke's head snapped up as he remembered that Momoko was in the room with him. This realization also brought another swiftly upon its heels; he had woke with an aching hard on. It wasn't from the dream, definitely. It was from going to sleep with one. Damn that girl and her pink panties! The memory made it even worse. He even silently damned himself for having given her that shirt to sleep in in the first place.

It wasn't even like he'd had a way to deal with it before falling asleep, either. Under normal circumstances, he could've just handled it himself and then gone to sleep. Even if he were sleeping in the same room as one of the other guys on the team, he knew he could've just excused himself and gone to the bathroom without any questions - other guys would understand. But with Momoko there, she'd ask questions. And under no circumstances was Yousuke ever going to tell her that he was running to the bathroom to jerk off before bed.

Apprehensively, he turned to look at the bed. If Momoko was asleep, he could safely leave. He almost swore under his breath when he saw that, not only was she still awake, but she was sitting up, staring out the large window that was set into the wall beside the bed. After looking at her for another few seconds, though, he began to realize that the moonlight made her look silvery and ethereal and almost... angelic. Then he realized that staring at her really wasn't helping his problem any.

"Y-Yousuke?" Momoko said softly, turning towards him, "Are y-you awake?" Yousuke thought for a second that he heard her teeth click together while she spoke; he could definitely hear her taking deep breaths between her words. As he looked at her again, he could see that she was hugging herself. He felt a pang of pity; it was cold and she wasn't wearing much to begin with. Plus, being smaller, she might have a harder time staying warm than he would. Even worse, she was sleeping beside a window, which definitely couldn't have been helping.

"Yeah," he returned, rubbing his own bare arms a bit, "You cold or something?" He could see Momoko nod, perhaps a little too quickly.

"Y-yeah," she said, "It's h-hard to s-sleep." He briefly wondered if there were any spare blankets in the closet for her. No, he recalled, he'd taken the last of them to make his impromptu futon. Oh, damn it all. He sat and watched her shiver for another few seconds, whimpering softly as she did so. He couldn't let that continue, but what the hell was he going to do about it? If he gave her one of his blankets, he'd be without enough to sleep with himself. Unless...

Yousuke felt his face burn. There was no way he was going to get into bed with Momoko, even if it was to share his blankets. Especially not with that erection vying for his attention! Still, was that the only option? Get in bed with her or listen to her suffer all night long? After hearing her sniffle quietly, Yousuke's last resolve broke and he stood awkwardly, collecting his comforters as he went.

"I'm going to have to stop being so nice to you," he mumbled, careful to face away from her. Even though it was dark, the moonlight was still bright enough that she'd be able to see him if she happened to look over. The last thing Yousuke wanted was to have to answer any of her questions about the odd bulge in the front of his pajama pants. He seriously hoped she either wouldn't notice, or wouldn't know what it was if she did notice. Girls her age were supposed to still be pure and innocent, right? Maybe she'd think it was supposed to be like that?

"Wh-where are y-you g-going to sleep if y-you g-give me th-those?" Momoko asked, giving Yousuke a puzzled look as he spread the blankets on top of her bed. He cast a slightly aggravated look at her before turning the top of the covers back.

"Where do you think I'm going to sleep, turtle-brain?" he snapped as he crawled beneath the blankets and slid in next to Momoko. He really hadn't meant to snap at her, but she was being too slow - even compared to how she usually was. As it was, she stared wide-eyed at Yousuke, presumably too startled to do much of anything as he lay back against the pillows with his arms behind his head. He cast an almost-angry look at her, wishing both that she'd lay down and that he wasn't this edgy.

"Y-you can't sleep in my bed!" she exclaimed quietly, "You're a b-boy and..." She didn't get to finish her protest before Yousuke reached over, grabbed her, and pulled her back against his chest. Momoko became very quiet as he fell back against the pillows again.

"Shut up and go to sleep," he said slowly and deliberately, almost growling. While his body might have been screaming for something else entirely, that really was all Yousuke wanted from her at this point. The sooner she fell asleep, the fewer questions she would ask, and the easier this would be on him. Still, her body was soft and her hair had begun tickling his chest; being this close to her wasn't helping that much, honestly. If it made her shut up, though, he was all for it - he'd grin and bear it.

"Yousuke?" Momoko asked after an extended, somewhat nervous pause. She still sounded a bit apprehensive with the way she'd said his name, but Yousuke figured that as long as she wasn't shivering any more that it was okay.

"What?" he asked, the word clipped a bit at the end but nowhere near as angry has his last statement to her had been.

"What's this?" she asked, sounding a bit worried as she pressed the top of her hip into his erection. Yousuke swore silently. He wanted to be mad at her - really, he did - but that had actually felt good. It also made him realize that she'd been laying against it the entire time since he'd grabbed her, and he'd failed to acknowledge it.

"That, uhhh..." he stalled, trying to think of the best way to explain it. Was it possible that she really didn't know what that was? God, did he hope that was what it was. "Sometimes that happens to ahh... guys my age," he finally finished, his heart racing, "Don't worry about it, Momopi. Go to sleep." He could see her look up at him with a sort of disgruntled look.

"I know that, stupid," she said softly, her tone switching from being slightly annoyed to being more than slightly embarrassed, "What I meant was... ummm... did I... did I cause it?" Oh, hell. This was it.

"Ahhh... Uhhh... Actually..." He knew he was stalling again. There was nothing else to tell her but the truth now, he realized. He just had to hope that she didn't hit him or jump out of bed or do anything else stupid. "Actually, yeah," he finally admitted quietly, "Yeah, you did." To Yousuke's surprise, though, Momoko didn't hit him or run or do anything else rash. Instead, she looked away and brought one hand up to her mouth to nibble at one of her fingernails. It almost hurt, how cute that one little action was.

Yousuke wondered if she was thinking, and if so, what about. He gently released his grip on her until she was laying against his right arm, using it for a pillow, while his left rested across his bare stomach. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he saw that she wasn't going to run. She actually lay like that, still and looking at the window, quiet except for her soft breathing, for several minutes.

As he watched her breathe, watched her bosom with the tiny, pert nipples rise and fall hypnotically, Yousuke wondered what she'd do if he touched her. He only wanted an innocent touch, to brush a strand of hair away from her cheeks or to trace her lips with his forefinger. That shouldn't scare her, right? Tentatively, he slowly reached for her face with his left hand. As soon as he brushed her cheek with his fingers, Momoko jumped a bit and turned her face to look at him with wide, questioning eyes.

"What?" she whispered, sounding a bit frightened. The sound made Yousuke's stomach clench; he was starting to feel even more nervous, if that was possible. Did she have to sound like she was scared of him?

"I just wanted..." he began and then trailed off. It seemed as if all of his words had dried up or something. He knew exactly what he wanted, but he knew that wasn't going to happen tonight - not without a condom, at least. Maybe there was something else they could do? "Is it okay if I touch you?" he finally asked, feeling that was the best compromise he was going to come to with himself, at least for tonight. And provided, of course, that the girl beside him agreed.

Momoko stared at him for a few long seconds, causing Yousuke to wonder if she really was scared. Or maybe, he thought, she was just as nervous as he was. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to let himself believe that or not.

"Wha... What are you going to touch me with?" she whispered slowly after several more seconds of silence. Yousuke thought he understood now; she was worried about how far he wanted to go with her.

"Just my hands," he replied firmly, hoping to ease some of Momoko's nervousness (to say nothing of his own), "Maybe my mouth, too. Nothing else." She looked him in the eye for another second before her face relaxed into a small smile.

"Okay," she said quietly, "You can touch me." This made Yousuke smile back at her. There was so much he wanted to do with her, and had wanted to do with her for a while now. Now it really seemed for the first time to him as though it was possible that she felt the same way.

Slowly, he brought his left hand to her face, tracing with his thumb a line along her cheek and down to her lips. As Yousuke thought about what he'd like to do next, and listened to his own heart hammer inside his chest, he idly brushed his thumb across Momoko's bottom lip. She seemed to be holding her breath while looking at him expectantly.

Yousuke let his eyes drift shut as he closed the distance between them. He had never kissed a girl before, at least not seriously - definitely not like this. Momoko's hands, he realized, had come up to his chest, fingers splayed apart as they worked their way up to his shoulders and then the back of his head. Not only was she kissing him back, she was even pulling him closer! He let himself be drawn further in, steadying himself with his left hand, pressing it into the pillows beneath Momoko's head.

As he drew back for breath, Yousuke could see Momoko's large eyes reflecting moonlight at him. Then he realized that he had practically climbed on top of her to kiss her. He drew back a bit to give himself enough room for what he wanted to do; as he sat up to lean over her, his left hand returned to her cheek. It brushed gently over her jaw line before moving over her neck and to her shoulder. As he found the button at the collar of the shirt he'd lent her, he thought he felt Momoko tremble a bit.

"Are you okay?" he asked, the button half-way out of its hole. He didn't want her getting cold now, and the blankets were only pulled up to her waist. Momoko seemed to be giving him a nervous, somewhat encouraging smile, though.

"I-I'm fine," she said, almost giggling with apprehension, "I just... I've never had my shirt off in front of a boy before." Yousuke could relate; he'd never been this close to a girl before, either (not for lack of trying on Hiromi's behalf). Still...

"'M not a boy," Yousuke grumbled as he finished that button and moved down to the next, sounding more irritated than he actually was. He knew what she was trying to get at, but he figured if he let her get away with calling him a boy now, that she might do it more often in the future. The button he was working on came loose, revealing the space between Momoko's breasts.

"Sorry, sorry," Momoko softly tried to placate him as he feigned offense, "You know what I mean." Yousuke glanced over and saw the pleading look she was giving him; he couldn't help but offer her a small, reassuring smile in exchange. Another button was pushed out of its hole.

"Shh," he said, hushing the smaller girl as he finished the last button. His hand lingered at the hem of her panties for a long second before traveling up her stomach between the edges of the open shirt. He brushed one half of the shirt aside, leaving the right side of Momoko's chest exposed. As he traveled over her ribcage with his fingers, he could see the semi-circular curve of her breast and its perky little nipple. Yousuke imagined that if it weren't dark, he'd see the fleshy protrusion colored a bright enough pink to match her hair.

"You're so..." he observed in a fascinated whisper, running his thumb over her stiff nipple, "...so... small." Momoko gave up a tiny gasp from his touch before mustering an angry look. Yousuke failed to notice for another few seconds until he looked up at her face again. "I didn't mean it like that," he said, sounding a bit embarrassed. Of course, her breasts were small - probably a large A or a small B, he figured (not that Yousuke'd ever had a pair presented to him to judge, but he'd seen enough pictures to make an educated guess). But it wasn't as if they were out of proportion with the rest of her body. "I meant that you're small all over. Your entire body's small. It's cute." Now it was Momoko's turn to pretend to be offended; she huffed and looked away from him. Yousuke grinned.

"Oh, is that how it is?" he asked mockingly, leaning closer to her chest, "That sour expression doesn't suit you, Momopi. I can fix that." He gave the exposed nipple a small pinch, which elicited a surprised gasp, before moving to brush the other side of the shirt out of the way.

As he descended upon the newly exposed skin with his lips, Yousuke's free hand cupped the other breast gently. He didn't want to be too rough with her or to hurt her; this thought stayed at the front of his mind as he gave her a small squeeze. Momoko gasped a bit as her back arched, bringing her chest up to meet Yousuke's waiting mouth. He caught her nipple between his lips, tugging on it a bit as her body came to rest against the mattress again.

"Ahh!" Momoko exclaimed, a bit too loudly for Yousuke's tastes. He hissed a warning around the bit of soft flesh he was holding in his mouth, shushing her. If she was going to be loud, someone would eventually catch them; there were close to twenty people in the cabin altogether, after all. Momoko nodded her understanding, placing one of her knuckles between her lips to keep from crying out. The next noise she made was better muffled, Yousuke noted with some satisfaction.

That concern being out of the way left him free to concentrate on other things, like the firm little tit he currently had his lips on. He drew the nipple and the skin surrounding it in further, giving its twin a bit harder of a squeeze as he did so. Momoko seemed to be responding well to the increase in pressure; her breathing had sped up, causing her chest to heave and her cute, muffled little moans to come faster. It was making him ache even worse.

Finally tiring of squeezing and tugging at her breast, Yousuke's hand began to move slowly down along the side of Momoko's body. Even the curve where her waist met her hip was fascinating. As he brought his hand around to her stomach, he worked the tips of his fingers underneath the elastic waistband of her panties. There was another muffled gasp as her hips rose to press against his hand.

"You shouldn't," Momoko whispered in between deep, audible breaths, "It's wrong..." The way she said it didn't exactly sound admonishing to Yousuke, though; more like she was trying to convince herself. He smirked, releasing the slick, reddened nipple from his mouth.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered back, almost teasing her. If she wanted him to he would, but he got the feeling she wasn't going to tell him to stop. Momoko stared at him wide-eyed for a second, as though she was thinking about his question.

"N-no," she finally replied. Yousuke pressed further beneath her panties, watching her face as her hips rose and she gave a small, nearly-silent cry. The tips of his fingers brushed against a bit of soft hair before he stopped again.

"Are you sure?" he asked, teasing her in earnest this time, "I can stop if you want me to." He suddenly had the perverse desire to hear her ask for him to continue. Momoko watched him with her large, blue eyes again, with the most satisfying look of confusion on her face.

"Please," she pleaded, her left hand leaving Yousuke's back and coming to rest on his arm, "Please don't stop." His smile became a bit softer after hearing that. Her sweet little voice begging just for him was more of a turn-on than he'd thought it could be. He'd have to make her talk more.

However, as Yousuke's fingers touched the warm, wet divide at the junction of Momoko's legs, he realized that he had no idea how to move them to make her come. Maybe if he moved his fingers slowly, he could find something she'd respond well to. Not that she hadn't already been reacting well; from the feel of it, he'd managed to make her pretty wet from what he'd done so far. The thought that she might have gone into this just as horny as he had was pretty satisfying, too.

Slowly bringing his forefinger up one side of her slick opening, Yousuke waited for any signs that he'd done something that Momoko had particularly enjoyed. She pressed into his hand just as she'd been doing so far until he reached the apex of her lips. As he pressed the small knot of flesh he'd found there, Momoko's thighs clenched in around his hand and she let out a louder moan than normal. He wondered hopefully if he'd found her clit; when he rubbed it again and got a similar response, he was certain that's what it was. Triumphant, he began a steady rhythm against it with his thumb while slipping his first two fingers carefully into her slit.

"Do you do this at home, Momopi?" he asked, grinning wickedly, "When you're alone?" Yousuke knew he was just being perverse at this point, but he couldn't help it. The way Momoko's bottom lip trembled when he made her speak, the way her eyes half-closed when she arched her back, it was too irresistible. She was too beautiful beneath his hands.

"Y-yes," she finally gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. Was she embarrassed? Yousuke hoped so; it made her even more adorable.

"Do you think of me when you do?" he continued, causing Momoko to give him a worried look. Did she not want to answer? He could fix that; a particularly hard press of his thumb caused Momoko to whimper and turn her face away from him. "Well," he pushed her, "Do you?"

"Yes!" she finally said, obviously straining not to be loud as she turned back to face him, "A lot!" Yousuke thought briefly that she might cry as a proud smile spread across his face. Her eyes were half-lidded as she gasped for breath; she hadn't stopped responding to his touch throughout the questions, which made the whole thing even better.

"I think of you, too," he whispered, his voice warm. He watched with satisfaction as Momoko's eyes focused on him and she mustered a small smile in return. Her eyes drifted closed again, her smile dissolving as she gasped for air. Yousuke knew it wouldn't be long now; she had to be close to a climax. Almost as soon as he thought this, he heard Momoko take a sharp breath as her body seemed to stiffen. She was still for a second despite his touches; as her body relaxed and she turned her head to the side, Yousuke felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically against his fingers.

Yousuke gave Momoko another pinch for good measure before withdrawing his fingers, leaving a wet trail underneath her panties. As her breathing became deep and steady and she looked back up at him, he couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to finally be inside of her. A pulse ran through him at the thought, drawing his attention back to the evidence of his own excitement. What the hell was he going to do about that for tonight, then?

As he brought his fingers to his mouth, Yousuke slid his right hand from beneath Momoko's neck and gingerly brushed the back of it against his erection. It was still just as bad. He wondered if Momoko would mind him taking care of that himself now; then he realized that asking her for that might be just as agonizing as suffering silently with it.

Thinking, he tucked his two wet fingers into his mouth, a bit curious as to how they'd taste. It was interesting, consisting more of texture than taste. The liquid coating the fingers was a bit thicker than water, and a bit stickier. The taste itself was a bit salty, but other than that fairly weak. It wasn't bad at all. If this was how it was, maybe next time he'd go down on her. Still, none of this helped his current problem.

While Yousuke thought, he failed to notice that Momoko had sat up and begun watching him curiously. She inched closer to him, supporting herself with her hands.

"Yousuke?" she asked, causing him to look over at her. Yousuke raised an eyebrow as he regarded the girl beside him. Momoko was leaning toward him on her hands now, the open shirt hanging loosely down her sides, barely revealing her chest. The way she was sitting, the questioning expression she was wearing reminded him of a picture out of one of his H books. Nothing in a book could compare to this, though.

"What's wrong?" he responded almost automatically. Momoko reached toward him with one trembling hand, causing him to be too distracted to think of much else to say. Was she doing what he thought she was?

"I want to try, too," she said with a little pout, "Can I, Yousuke?" Yousuke swallowed. He'd once teased Momoko about how the idea of her acting sexy was ridiculous. Now that he'd been confronted with it directly, though, he knew that he couldn't refuse her for anything if she was going to act like that.

"Sure," he replied, his mouth feeling a bit dry. As he felt her fingers brush the tip of the painfully stiff muscle that was straining against his pants, what he really wanted to say was "yes!", loudly and enthusiastically. Momoko caught a grip on him, giving him a timid squeeze before letting her hand slide up to the waistband of his pants. A rush of warmth surged through Yousuke, making him briefly think he might burn up before the night was out.

"I've never done this before," Momoko said, slipping her fingers beneath the drawstring and tugging it loose, "Please show me what to do." Yousuke didn't know if she was being honestly plaintive, or if she was being coy, and he really didn't give a damn. All he knew was that she was driving him crazy, speaking like that.

"You're doing fine so far," he managed to say, completely distracted as Momoko pulled at the pants. Yousuke leaned back on his elbows, trying to allow her easier access as she gently tugged the fabric down past his hips. As she pushed the waistband down over his rigid flesh, Yousuke could see its head peeking out from between the flaps of his boxers, a small bead of fluid glistening at the tip. Momoko pushed the open cloth back, finally exposing the overheated shaft to the cool night air. A delicious chill ran up his spine as he glanced back over at Momoko.

For her part, Momoko was looking down, staring at his arousal with an apprehensive expression, her hand hovering a few centimeters above it. Yousuke smirked when he saw this, some of his earlier distraction gone, replaced with a surge of confidence. She was so cute when she acted confused and innocent.

"Never seen one of those before, have you?" he asked, his voice bordering on arrogance. Momoko's eyes met his as she gave a non-committal little squeak; she was embarrassed again.

"I've... only read about it," she said softly, sounding as though she was a bit taken aback. Yousuke figured she needed prompting to move on. He put all his weight on his right arm, drawing the left over his stomach and covering her hand with his. He guided her hand down to the base of his erection, curling her slender fingers around it.

"There, like that," he whispered breathlessly. He guided her hand along his hard length, thrilling at the sensation of having her soft hand shift his skin against the muscle underneath. He gave Momoko's hand a squeeze to show her how firmly to hold him before releasing her altogether. Her touch was gentle and a bit teasing; Yousuke briefly wondered if she'd be able to make him come at all by being so timid. Even so, he allowed his eyes to drift shut and his head to tilt back as he concentrated on the sensations her cool little hand was sending through his body.

The feeling of soft lips against the underside of the tip of his shaft caused Yousuke to open his eyes again. He let out a soft moan as he realized that Momoko had actually kissed it. God, he could have died right there and been happy.

"Can I..." she began shyly, "Can I suck it?" He wanted to scream that she could do whatever she damn well pleased. Momoko didn't even realize the kind of power she held over him right now, he thought, his breath growing heavier. An innocent, wide-eyed plea like that from her could get him to do anything she asked, and yet she was asking permission from him? A mischievous grin painted his face. He couldn't resist playing with her just one more time.

"Do you want to?" he asked between deep breaths, "Do you really want it?" By this time, he suspected Momoko had begun to catch on to his game; she grinned back at him, her little Cupid's bow mouth hovering a mere breath's width from his pulsing hard-on.

"Yes," she answered breathlessly, brushing her lips against his skin as she spoke, "Please, Yousuke?" He tried to stay calm, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs.

"Oh, God, yes," he finally gave over, letting his head fall backwards again. His eyes fell shut again as he felt her lips work over his hot skin; as she made her way down to the base of his shaft, he felt the tip of his head hit the back of her throat. While the heat and wetness of her mouth were intoxicating, he could feel her squirm a bit as she gave a small, worried peep.

"Don't take so much at once, dummy," he whispered between gasps, putting his weight on his left hand so he could stroke Momoko's hair with his right. As he guided her head up and down, he felt her teeth brush briefly against his skin, causing him to flinch. Everything so far had felt good, but that was jarring and a bit painful. "And watch your teeth," he said as a breathy warning.

Momoko moaned her understanding softly, the vibration from her throat more than making up for anything else she might have done. Her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of Yousuke's erection, slowly moving upwards along with her tight lips. Even more arousing than the sensations she was causing in his body was the feeling of control she'd given him, as though he was teaching her, leading her. Even though he had just as little experience as her, the idea that she looked up to him turned him on.

As her wet mouth moved over his stiff length, Yousuke felt a familiar warmth creeping into his body and settling just beneath his stomach. A small twitch ran up the length of his erection as Momoko continued to suck dutifully. He couldn't just let go in her mouth; he had to warn her.

"Momoko, I think I'm..." he gasped, "I'm gonna come!" To Yousuke's surprise and slight dismay, however, Momoko kept going. Did she not understand what he'd told her, or was she doing it on purpose? He wasn't sure, but there was no way he could hold back any longer. As Yousuke felt his body become numb and vaguely warm, he curled his fingers in Momoko's hair. An electrifying pulse ran the length of his shaft, causing him to groan through gritted teeth as he felt the girl's mouth fill with hot fluid.

Yousuke breathed deeply, the dizzying sensations making his head swim. He barely noticed when Momoko recoiled from his body, his hand falling from her hair and coming to rest on the mattress beside him. It was the sound of her muffled whimpering that caused him to open his eyes and realize what he'd done.

"Oh, no!" he said, his voice full of worry, "Momoko, are you alright? I tried to warn you!" He sat straight up, quickly jerking his pants up as he leaned over toward Momoko, the heat from his orgasm quickly dissipating into the cold night air. She'd covered her mouth with both hands and squeezed her eyes shut, almost looking like she was going to be sick. Yousuke grabbed her shoulders with both hands. Oh, damn, she was going to hate him for this.

"If it's going to make you sick, spit it out!" he commanded, his voice almost becoming frantic. Momoko shook her head, giving him a muffled protest. When she was still again, Yousuke could see her strain to swallow what was in her mouth. Once she had done that, her face relaxed as she slowly lowered her quivering hands and exhaled the breath she'd been holding in. Yousuke felt himself relax a bit.

"Are you okay, Momoko?" he asked, lowering his head a bit to look directly at her face. She opened her eyes and gave him a bit of a shameful look.

"I'm okay," she said in a voice so quiet that Yousuke almost couldn't hear it, "I didn't understand what you were trying to tell me, so it just surprised me is all." Yousuke sighed, relieved.

"Not going to be sick, are you?" he continued, one hand moving to Momoko's back to rub it soothingly. She scooted closer to him, leaning her head and shoulders into the crook of his arm, resting her cheek against his chest.

"No," she said wearily, "But it kinda tasted funny. And it felt like eating a raw egg." That struck Yousuke as such an odd, un-romantic observation that he felt like laughing. He settled for a tired smile instead.

"Are you mad at me for that, Momopi?" he asked softly, picking up the edge of the blankets covering their legs with his free hand. He pulled the blankets up further as he slowly made his way back down to the mattress, taking Momoko with him.

"I'm not mad," she said, nuzzling against his chest, "More like... grateful. That was wonderful." Yousuke finally felt his earlier apprehension vanish, replaced by a sense of accomplishment. He pulled the comforters up the rest of the way to Momoko's neck before brushing her cheek with his fingers.

"You were great, too," he said quietly, noting that her eyes had already drifted shut, "You learn so fast." Yousuke noticed that Momoko's breathing had become heavy and steady; maybe she was more tired than he'd thought. Then again, he was pretty tired himself.

He gave her a small squeeze before stifling a yawn. They could stay just like this until morning, warm and exhausted from each other. Yousuke idly wished he could sleep beside her like this every night, instead of in his apartment by himself as he was accustomed. Maybe then he'd stop having those stupid dreams about demons trying to eat him.

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"Sooo?" Hinagiku asked, eyebrow raised, as her pink-haired friend entered the living room for breakfast. Momoko stretched and gave a small yawn, purposely avoiding Hinagiku's suggestive glances. She pretended not to notice when Yousuke passed her silently, heading for the kitchen.

"'So' what?" Momoko replied, finally looking over at her two friends. She hoped they wouldn't ask too many embarrassing questions; she was horrible at hiding things from them, but she definitely didn't think they needed to know anything about what had happened last night.

"So how did it go last night?" Yuri said, pushing a lemon wedge down into her hot cup of morning tea. Momoko idly thought that some tea might be good for breakfast.

"Huh?" Momoko asked, feigning ignorance, "How did what go?" She blinked innocently at her friends, trying to think of a way to change the subject.

"You know," Hinagiku responded devilishly, "How did you sleep?" Well, at least she'd made it a bit easier to dodge the question, Momoko thought.

"Terrible," she answered with a smile, "It was really cold and we had to split the blankets so Yousuke could sleep in the floor." Hinagiku blinked and Yuri took a sip of her tea.

"In the... floor," she repeated with a touch of disbelief, "Momoko, you really are hopeless. You're almost as bad as Yuri." Yuri sniffed a bit.

"I slept horribly last night, too, Momoko," the redhead finally spoke up, "Because Hinagiku kept trying to sneak out of bed to try and steal Yanagiba-sama's honor." Hinagiku turned pink.

"You make it sound so... bad," Hinagiku said, waving her hand dismissively, "Really, you should be more adventurous, Yuri." Momoko felt a wave of relief as the topic of conversation turned back to Hinagiku and Yuri's night in Yanagiba-senpai's room. She really couldn't even bring herself to be jealous of them for getting to stay with him anymore.

As the memory of the previous night crept unbidden back into Momoko's mind, she looked past her friends, out the snowy window she'd sat beneath then. The snow was still high outside, but they could make it back in daylight. A small smile crept onto her face; she was thankful to the snow, too.

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Yousuke yawned, almost spilling the milk he was pouring into the bowl full of cereal on the counter in front of him. He wasn't quite fond of mornings until he'd had something to eat. As it was, the house was already bustling; the other members of the team who were awake were moving in and out of the kitchen, grabbing their own breakfasts. Yousuke didn't quite feel like dealing with anyone until he'd eaten. Besides, he was fairly sure he'd had a busier night than the rest of his teammates, with the possible exception of Yanagiba. Dealing with Momoko's two friends was probably a handful, even for him.

Speaking of the blond captain, Yousuke looked over to the stove to see him flipping eggs in a skillet. He looked a little tired, too. Yousuke shrugged the thought off, figuring those girls had probably kept him up all night with attempts to get into bed with him. He picked up his cereal and was about to head into the living room when his friend turned to look at him.

"Well?" Yanagiba asked, not missing a beat and flipping his fried egg with nary a glance. Yousuke tried to pretend he didn't know what his teammate was talking about.

"What?" he asked innocently. He knew it wasn't going to work - Captain could tell when he'd done something wrong - but he had to try anyway.

"Didn't do anything you're going to regret, did you?" he said, giving Yousuke a stern look. Yousuke thought he knew what he was talking about specifically - exactly how far he'd gotten with Momoko - but still took a second too long to answer anyway.

"No," he answered, drawing the syllable out as though he still didn't know what he was being asked. Well, it was at least the truth. Yanagiba sighed, shaking his head.

"So... How many laps?" he finally asked. Yousuke gave him an embarrassed grin. Did he really mean to hold him to that threat? Well, it had definitely been worth it.

"Lots," he replied, smiling.

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