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- 1-Baking Cookies
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Baking Cookies
author: carla, aka cali-chan

rating: R/NC-17, rated for sex. please don't read if you're
under 17.

genre: romance, of course.

pairings: that should be pretty obvious from the summary.

summary: yamato and sora bake cookies, and then some. PWP, post-DA02.

disclaimer: yamato and sora and any other characters mentioned
in this story are not my creation. they belong to akiyoshi hongo and...
can't remember who else, but they certainly don't and will never belong
to me, except in my dreams.

Sora closed the oven door carefully. "And now we wait."
She turned to look at her boyfriend, who was currently sprawled on a
chair by the dining table. His hair was somewhat disheveled (that's a first)
and his apron was covered in flour. In response, he only groaned.
Sora laughed at him and picked up the bowl with the remains of the cookie
batter, dipping a finger in it before bringing it to her mouth. "Oh, don't
be such a baby. You're the one who made all this mess."
Baking cookies had become their tradition. It all went back to the first
year they began dating; Sora had baked cookies for him as a Christmas present
that year. But in the midst of the chaos that followed, the cookies were
destroyed, of course. She had been very sad when she learned the fate of
the cookies. Yamato, to make it up to her and to make her feel better,
promised her that as soon as the whole Oikawa mess was over, they would
bake another batch... together, this time. And so from that year on, every
January 5th became their official "Cookie Baking" day.
He got up, groaning overdramatically all the way, and took one look
at the kitchen, or what would be called a kitchen if it wasn't covered
in flour. "My dad is going to kill me when he gets home..." He walked around
for a while, and then leaned against a wall so he could take a better look
at his girlfriend. "How can you eat that? It is raw egg," he asked her,
arching a brow.
She took one step towards him, and grinned mischievously. "Oh, it's
not so bad..." She dipped her finger in again and made a point of licking
her finger clean while moaning in appreciation to the glorious taste of
the batter.
His eyes narrowed as she oh so slowly walked up to him. "You evil, evil
woman..." He placed his hands around her waist as she moved closer. "Don't
do that now... all this flour does nothing for the mood..."
"Oh, don't say that!" she raised a hand to play with the edge of his
apron, as he pulled her closer to him. "Actually... I think this is the
sexiest I've ever seen you look."
"Hmmm... is that so?" he asked her playfully, his voice husky. She hummed
her assent and he focused his attention on her lips. There was a smudge
of batter on her upper lip, and it looked so inviting... He leaned down
and carefully licked it off. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.
"Hey, you're right. It IS rather good!"
"Of course you think so now!" she laughed at him, and he put on his
best "who, me?" expression. The bowl fell to the floor, forgotten, as she
wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Because
there was nothing she loved more than his taste; not even cookie dough.
It was funny, because Taichi and the rest of their friends thought all
they did when they were alone was go at it like rabbits. That wasn't right;
at least, not entirely. They weren't strangers to each other's bodies,
that much was true. After three years of dating, they were more than comfortable
with intimacy and there were many things a man and a woman could do that
didn't involve going all the way. They had talked about it a while ago,
and had decided that while they both wanted to do it, they weren't ready
yet. That took away most of the pressure they had, being in a relationship
for so long. So you might just find these two making out, just as much
as you'd find them cuddling in the couch watching a movie or just talking.
This time, though, the ambience was... different.
Sora moaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled; it sent shivers
down her spine. He pulled her closer, so that the whole of their bodies
were touching from chest to knees. She pressed even more, pushing him hard
against the wall. He groaned. But it wasn't long before they both needed
air,
so they separated, panting. Sora buried her head in the crook of his neck,
and breathed deeply. She loved how he smelled; it was his usual cologne--
a musky scent, but there was also something else... she didn't know what
it was, but it was unique to him, and it excited her so much. "Mmm... I
love you..." she whispered breathlessly, closing her eyes as she rested
her head on his shoulder.
He started dropping kisses on her shoulder and moving up to her neck.
"I love you," he replied, finally moving to nibble her earlobe. He heard
her sigh and she moved her head to claim his lips again. He drank her in
hungrily. He didn't think there would ever come a day he'd get enough of
her, of her kisses; he was addicted to her taste, she made him feel lightheaded,
like he was drunk... only he could still focus on something-- her, and
only her. One of his hands wondered lower, cupping her derriére.
She gasped lightly as he touched her, but the feeling didn't last long,
for his hand continued moving until it wrapped around her thigh. He pulled
her leg up so it would wrap around his; the apex of her thighs then cradled
his arousal and both of them shivered at the contact.
While all this happened, her hand was delightfully lost in his hair.
There was a thrill there; he was never anything but perfectly groomed,
and perhaps that's why she reveled in messing him up. She was the only
one he'd forgive for that, anyway. That same hand traveled down his neck,
fingers barely touching his skin, and to his collarbone. She swiftly unbuttoned
the first button of his shirt, and lightly caressed the skin she uncovered.
That was as far as she got, though, for the apron was still covering most
of his torso.
He had an advantage over her, though, because her back was free to touch
while his was pressed against the wall. So he slid his hand below her t-shirt,
way below the strap of her apron, up her back towards the clasp of her
bra. He unclasped the hooks with practiced ease; she moaned into his mouth,
in anticipation. His hand moved to her front and cupped a breast. The angle
was a little awkward, because the apron hindered his movements, and that
bugged him a lot. Next time, they'd bake without aprons, he thought. Or
better yet, next time, they'd bake completely naked. Yeah, that'd be good.
She moaned nonetheless when his thumb flickered over her nipple. She
arched her body pressing her breast even more firmly against his palm.
Her lips traced a pattern down his throat, to lick his adam's apple and
continued down to his collarbone. Then she moved up to kiss him again,
so deeply it left them even more breathless. He was still palming her breast
when the kiss ended, and she took a deep breath as she leaned her forehead
against his, their breaths mingling. He nuzzled her nose with his and it
made her feel all fuzzy inside, even if it was such a simple gesture. "Yamato..."
she almost sighed his name as his nuzzling moved to her cheek. He murmured
his reply as he continued his ministrations. "Yamato, I think... I mean,
I'm sure... I'm ready."
His movements stopped and he pulled back a little to look into her eyes,
a little confused. For a few heartbeats he wondered what she'd meant...
his brain was, admittedly, not up to the task of thinking at the moment.
When it finally dawned on him, his eyes widened. Suddenly the room felt
hotter and it wasn't precisely because of the oven. "Oh. Uh... Now?" He
mentally kicked himself, because all the eloquency that constantly poured
into his song lyrics just about deserted him at that moment. It wasn't
exactly the romantic phrase he'd imagined himself saying when the moment
came.
Sora gasped and her face got as red as a tomato. "Um, I mean, that's
if you want to, of course, because if you don't want to I completely understand--"
"No, no!" he exclaimed, maybe a little too quickly. He didn't mean to
sound desperate or anything, because he really wanted this to be special
for the both of them, but hell, he WAS seventeen and he'd been ready for
this for a long time. He'd only been waiting for her to be ready, he didn't
want to force her into anything. But he wasn't going to deny her, either...
"If you want to then..."
"Yes..." she whispered looking up at him, cheeks still rosy, eyes shining.
Never had she been more beautiful to him than at that moment, while she
shyly murmured those words. It took his breath away. "Yes, I really want
to..." He didn't know what to tell her, he really couldn't find the words.
So he bent down and kissed her sweetly before he took her hand and led
her to his room.
He made sure to lock the door behind him. His father wouldn't come in;
even if he came home early, he was one of those who believed Yamato and
Sora had been having sex since they were fifteen, so he always had the
good sense not to come bursting in whenever his son and his girlfriend
were spending quality time together. He was really understanding when it
came to these things-- back then when he'd first suspected of his son taking
his first steps toward sexual activity, he'd only asked one thing of Yamato:
"Promise me that whatever you do, you'll be protected." And his father's
trust meant much more to Yamato than any lengthy conversation about the
birds and the bees. It was funny in a way, because he was sure his mother
wouldn't be so lenient when Takeru's time came.
Still, he wasn't going to take any risks, so he locked the door. He
turned around to look at Sora, and saw that she had already ditched the
apron. He followed her lead and for a moment the only sound in the room
was that of fabric dropping to the floor.
They looked at each other from a distance, the weight of what they were
going to do finally settling in. This wasn't just any other make-out session,
this wasn't just any other day; the reality that this time they would be...
going all the way... was something they were very aware of. It was strange.
They stood there for a minute, shifting their feet and feeling embarassed
like they hadn't felt in a very long time. Finally, he swallowed and smiled
hesitantly at her, extending his hand. She took it and walked into his
embrace, smiling just as hesitantly back at him before his lips descended
on hers and all was right with the world again.
It didn't take long for their passion to rise once more. Within seconds
they were just as breathless as they had been before coming into the room,
and they laid the insecurities to rest, their actions becoming instinctual.
It was quite the task, taking off Sora's t-shirt and Yamato's shirt
at the same time, especially because they were still kissing and refused
to separate. His hands dove directly towards her breasts, squeezing them
and pinching her nipples as her groans of delight were muffled by his lips.
Her hands traveled downwards his bare torso, making his muscles contract
in pleasure, before grabbing onto his belt and starting to undo it. Giving
up on trying to get her shirt off, he just pulled it up, along with her
loose bra, and immediately bent down to drop kisses on her breasts. She
quickly took them off the rest of the way, throwing them somewhere as his
lips finally came to her nipple. Her hands got lost in his hair and she
pulled his head towards her, wanting more. The noises she was making were
like music to his ears as he suckled and nibbled, loving the fact that
he was arousing these feelings in her.
The bulge in his pants was rock hard by now. His mouth went back to
hers, his arms wound tightly around her waist, looking to relieve the pressure.
Both gasped as their naked chests came together, but it was not enough.
They craved more contact, skin against skin. He moved forward, trying to
come closer, but couldn't; her legs were so weak by now, she fell back
with each step forward he took. The motion was not deliberate; they found
themselves on the edge of the bed soon enough and she fell down on top
of it, his form immediately covering hers, kissing her again without missing
a beat. He, too, threw his shirt over his shoulder without a care.
His lips left a trail of fire down her neck and on her chest, before
diving lower. She moaned her assent as his hands starting undoing the buttons
on her jeans. It became rather awkward, though, because he had some trouble
with it. He growled. "Who the hell came up with these things-- that's it,
from now on, you'll only wear skirts."
Sora giggled at his displeased tone. "I'll freeze."
"I'll keep you warm," he replied huskily, and kissed her belly button,
causing her to giggle more. He was going to say more, but the banter was
cut short when Sora deftly undid the fastenings on HIS jeans, her hand
crawling inside both pants and boxer shorts to wrap around his arousal.
He groaned and his eyes closed, and he leaned his hair against her flat
tummy as he basked in the feeling.
As her hand started moving and the other one pulled down his pants and
shorts, he remembered that he had to reciprocate. Finally popping loose
the last button on her damned denims, he pushed her pants and panties down,
urgency running through his veins. He leaned in to kiss her deeply, wanting
to devour her. His hand sneaked down into the curls covering her treasure
and she gasped, but he didn't even pause before putting one finger inside
her. She was so wet already, he almost exploded right then and there.
She let go of a contented sigh against his lips as he started to move
his finger in and out. She rolled her hips against his hand, trying to
increase the pressure. Her hand started pumping him faster, too, and he
moaned from deep in his throat. He inserted one more finger into her and
then another, while touching her clit with his thumb. She almost jumped
up at him, wanting more contact. "Yamato... I need... ah..." she tried
to convey what she was feeling, as she gasped for air. The feeling was
delicious. Her free hand went to her lips and she licked them lightly before
touching her nipple. She wanted to enhance the sensations.
He held his eyes closed very tightly, trying to control himself. He
now kissed her anywhere he could reach. His other hand moved down to still
Sora's hand on his member. If she didn't stop that, this would end really
quickly. He could tell that she understood what he meant. He let go of
her form for a second and leaned towards his night table, opening the drawer
and pulling out a box, with which he fumbled a bit before pulling out a
small foiled package. He opened the condom and quickly put it in place.
He looked down at the beautiful girl that was leaning back into his pillows,
looking up at him with so much love in her eyes. It was breathtaking. "Sora,
are you really..."
"Yamato," she almost sighed, extending her arms to him. "I need you
inside me, right now."
Once again she left him without words appropiate to convey how much
he loved her; so he simply laid into her embrace and bent down to whisper
in her ear as he positioned himself. "This is probably going to hurt..."
"I know," she whispered back, stroking his hair lovingly, adoring the
way he cared so much about her. "Just... go slow, ok?"
He nodded and carefully entered her, little by little. It was a weird
feeling for her, and it took her a moment to get used to being filled this
way. But she loved that they were finally connecting this way-- now she
could truly say she knew him in every aspect. And having such a close connection
to someone, being wrapped up in each other almost like they were one, was
something so wonderful.
Yamato groaned deep in his throat and hid his head in the crook of her
neck. She was so incredibly tight, he could feel the pleasure to the tip
of his toes. Even with the condom, it was the most amazing feeling he'd
ever had. His control was slipping by the second... all he wanted to do
was pound into her until he went over the edge. But he kept himself in
check; he wanted to make this good for her. He kept pushing in until he
came to her barrier. His husky voice in her ear whispered "I'm sorry" and
she nodded at him, giving her consent. He pushed his hips forward quickly
and
broke through her virginity.
She flinched; it did hurt. He immediately stalled when he saw tears
flowing from her eyes. "Was it too bad?" he asked her, as he kissed away
her tears.
She shook her head, turning it to the side. After a few moments, she
turned back to him, her lips seeking his. She experimentally rotated her
hips and found that it still hurt a little, but an intense pleasure came
from the friction, too. She moaned against his lips and he took that as
a sign that he could continue. Their hips ground together erratically until
they found a rhythm they both liked. Their blood pounded in their ears
and their hearts beat in unison with an incredible speed. Between gasps,
kisses and whispers of sweet nothings their sweaty bodies continued to
rock together, building up the feelings, trying to reach that peak.
Her head was thrown back and her hands fisted on the bedcovers. She
couldn't believe a person could feel so good. And it kept increasing and
increasing. His head was supported on her chest, his blonde hair tickling
her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and this brought him in
deeper inside; at that moment his world went blank and he wondered if perhaps
one could die from too much pleasure. Almost yelling her name raggedly,
he emptied himself with a few more strokes and finally went limp in her
arms.
She looked at the top of his head as she struggled to regain her breath;
she felt like she had run a marathon. "That... that was... Oh..." He was
still inside her, though the moment was over, and she wanted to move, she
needed to get...
After a while, when he regained some strength in his limbs, he noticed
her discomfort. He looked up at her, cerulean eyes looking deep into her
honey ones. "Sora... that was... it was amazing."
She smiled at him. "It was. I love you," she whispered, moving a hand
through his drenched hair.
He replied in kind, but then frowned. "But... you didn't..."
She shook his head, trying to reassure him. "That's ok. I've heard that
the first time most women don't..." His frown didn't dissappear, though.
He couldn't leave her like that, he wanted her to feel as good as he had
felt when he climaxed inside her. Besides, he had always thought there
was no sight more beautiful than when she achieved an orgasm... he wanted
to see it, then.
He pulled out of her and she almost pouted at the loss. He quickly took
off the condom and discarded it, and wasted no more time-- he went back
to her and trailed kisses in a familiar path down her body. Her gasps and
moans came back, and she mewled contently as he took her nipples in his
mouth. When she started squirming under him, he continued his trek southward.
He massaged her thighs, spreading her legs so he could have better access.
He traced a line to her curls with his tongue and she shivered, pushing
his head down to where she most wanted it. He had to smirk; she was normally
so patient, but she wanted this so badly, she had to have it now. He still
took his time, kissing her inner thighs and delighted in hearing her response.
Finally he touched her nether lips with his tongue and she let out a small
yelp.
It was like electricity coursing through her body. It was so powerful--
and it made complete sense, just as his voice hid that depth, just as his
songs hit so hard, just as his presence made her feel happy, that he could
make her whole body quiver in this way. When his mouth finally paid attention
to her clit, her yelp turned into a long-winded "aaahhh" that escalated
in volume with each stroke of his tongue.
He started moving his tongue in and out of her, her Oh-Gods and
Don't-Stops only driving him to be more thorough. He inserted one,
two, and even a third finger into her, alternating the motion with his
tongue, and all her senses went haywire... she couldn't see, she couldn't
speak, she couldn't hear, she could only feel his fingers and tongue taking
her to another plane...
Suddenly something exploded inside her and she heard a voice screaming
Yamato's name and she couldn't stop to think that it was her own, because
she was falling off a high cliff and it felt so good and she felt like
she was melting and...
She was still shaking from her release when he pulled her to him and
kissed her deeply. She could taste herself in his mouth and it was so exciting.
She sat up and so did he, following her lead. She stepped away from him
only for a second, to get another condom from the box before crawling into
his lap, taking his once again hard manhood into her hands, wanting to
give it another go...
--
Some time later Sora opened her eyes and looked at her sleeping boyfriend.
He was out like a light, and it was just too cute. He looked so innocent
when he was asleep. It made her fall in love with him all over again.
She cuddled closer to him under the covers and his arm wrapped tighter
around her waist. He hummed his content, still more asleep than awake and
she kissed him lightly. That's when he opened her eyes and kissed her in
turn. "Hey. Love you," she whispered. She couldn't see the clock, but she
knew it was pretty late and she didn't want to wake Yamato's father up
if he had come home.
"And I love you," he replied, moving a strand of hair behind her ear
so he could see her face better. She rested her head on his chest and sighed
happily. "It's getting late. Maybe I should head home."
"Mmm, noooo don't go yet," he whined cutely and pouted at her, like
a little baby. She laughed and jokingly tried to get away from him, but
he just held on to her even tighter. They mock-struggled for a few moments
until he finally pinned her down on the bed and kissed her deeply. "Ok,
maybe I can stay here a little longer..." she relented as she caught her
breath. He smirked and snuggled up to her, his ear against her chest, listening
to her heartbeat and the sound of her laughter in her throat.
They stayed like this, comfortably wrapped in each other. Then Sora
frowned. "Do you smell that?"
He looked at her, confused. "Yeah. Is something burning?"
Her eyes then went wide and she immediately jumped out of the bed. "Oh
my god, the cookies!" She ran around, putting her clothes on as fast as
she could, and ran out of the room. Yamato followed her, taking more care
when getting dressed, and when he got to the kitchen, he found Sora frowning
at a pyrex bakeware full of carbonized things that should've been cookies.
They couldn't really be called that, now.
He waved the smoke away and looked down at her. "Hey, it's okay, Love,
we can bake another batch tomorrow..."
Sora dejectedly left the cookie sheet in the sink and doused it with
water to see if it could be saved from too much sticking. "Yeah, but today
was Cookie Baking day. Tomorrow won't be the same..."
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her
shoulder. "Well, maybe we should start a new tradition this year. I can
think of a few things we can do every January fifth from now on..." he
kissed her neck, making pretty obvious what those "few things" were, and
she rolled her eyes. She'd created a monster. And whatever happened to
all the exhaustion?
"I'll have to think about that. For now we'll just spend whatever's
left of this January 5th cleaning up this mess."
She laughed out loud at his dissapointed groan and set out to look for
a sponge.

author's notes!--
AAAHHHHH!!! THE MUSH!!!! IT KEELS ME DEDDD!!!111oneone11!! x_X
well, how'd you like the very first-- how is it they're called?-- "lemon"
i've ever finished? it wasn't that descriptive, anyway. or at least, i
don't think so. and i certainly managed somehow to put in every single
cliche known to humanity #_#
there aren't many fics with sexual scenes in the digimon fandom, or
at least not many het sex fics. i haven't yet read one yamasora fic with
a sex scene in it. so i told myself, "hey, why don't you write one?" so
i did. a sucky one, but hey, what can you do... XD forgive me if they were
completely OOC or if there are any inconsistencies. i haven't seen digimon
02 in years, and i don't have the greatest memory. is january 5th even
a realistic date? was the series over by then? i know the "digimon world
tour" happened on christmas, but...
so please, give me your comments! they'll help me with those (non-digimon)
half-finished sex scenes i have laying around in my files. was it too mushy?
waaaay too much love for seventeen-year-olds? were my descriptions too
clinical (i got that feeling when i re-read it, i don't know if you guys
think so as well). too much preamble? too little preamble? did i use the
word "pleasure" too much? i know i use too many semicolons, it's an addiction
of mine... *sigh* whatever it is you think about it, please leave a review
and tell me!
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