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Making the Most of the Situation	By : HitomiBrighteyes Category: +G to L > Hot Gimmick Views: 4151 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Making the Most of the Situation

By Hitomi Brighteyes

One-Shot, Lemon

Summary: Hatsumi was the one who�d agreed to spend the night in the first place, after all. Ryoki was simply the one who decided when the night was over.

*Warning: Set in post-coital bliss midst the Final Chapter so spoilers and dirty, dirty plotless p0rn ahead...yeah, go figure*
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Hatsumi awoke to a nagging feeling in the back of her mind coupled with a tiny throb in her temples that spoke of too little sleep. Fighting back a yawn, the girl blinked bleary eyes up at the ceiling. Only to have the nagging increase steadily as her sleep addled brain slowly came to the conclusion that the ceiling was not one she recognized.
Blinking again, Hatsumi turned her eyes down away from the ceiling, shifting slightly amidst her wrapping of bed sheets, and was just about to take in the rest of her surroundings- only to have her movement come up short at the abrupt realization that she was being held in place by a pair of arms that lay loosely about her waist.
Ryoki�s arms.
Hatsumi stared unabashedly at her boyfriend, suddenly remembering with perfect clarity the situation she had gotten herself into. A fresh blush covered her cheeks swamping her lingering drowsiness with a belated sense of embarrassment.
Blanketed generously in the twisted clump of bed sheets and comforter that had been shoved about in the face of their earlier activities, Ryoki remained oblivious to the world. Despite the fact that his bed was almost twice as big as her own, he still managed to hog most of it, seemingly just as greedy asleep as he was when awake. And, her eyes widened impressively at the sight of his bare chest before hastily altering her gaze, it appeared that he was decidedly more than shirtless under the covers.
But, then again, squeaking slightly Hatsumi quickly tugged her portion of the blankets up to her chin, their state of undress was something of a joint issue.
He never had turned the lights off last night either.
Jerk. The bolder part of her conscious wasn�t afraid to call it as she saw it.
Still, slowly turning back to look at him, Hatsumi was willing to admit that he looked cute when he was asleep...even if he was definitely a jerk.
Emboldened slightly by the fact that he was (a) out of it and (b) thus in a state where he wouldn�t take her actions as an invitation for groping, she hesitantly reached over to brush wayward strands of Ryoki�s unruly hair back and out of his face. The motion slowly continued in a drawn out caress down the side of his cheek, pausing only when he sighed, unconsciously drawing his arms more closely around her as he slept.
Perfectly content to remain where she was, Hatsumi was just about to give in to the urge to snuggle closer and go back to sleep when her eyes caught a glimpse of the soft glow of neon green over Ryoki�s shoulder from the night stand on the opposite side of the bed and got her first good look at the time.
3:26 am
All previous thoughts of cuddling were preempted as she instinctively began to freak out.
Her parents were going to kill her.
Knowing better than to interrupt Ryoki�s slumber, Hatsumi hurriedly began to edge her way out from under his grasp, sitting up slowly as she did so. Her gaze cast quickly about the room for her clothes and, with nothing in sight, she settled instead for the wrinkled, button down shirt Ryoki had been wearing earlier which could be seen hanging precariously at the foot of the bed. It would be a short term solution, but anything was better than nothing. (Because, God knows, she didn�t have the confidence to walk around naked.) With the shirt on, she would at least have enough covering to be able to hunt down where ever her things had been tossed last night without melting into an embarrassed pile of goo.
Setting her plan into motion, Hatsumi had just begun to relinquish the bed sheets clutched against her chest in favor of moving forward to snag the shirt when the suddenly clothes no longer became her sole concern.
�What are you doing?�
So much for making a peaceful getaway.
�Ryoki!� She gave a jolt of surprise, turning around to meet narrowly slit eyes as he regarded her with sleepy look from his position among the pillows. �I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to wake you up. I just noticed the time and-�
And, well, apparently he was in no mood for explanations.
With an abrupt tug, Hatsumi found herself being forcibly returned to the bed.
Pulling her backwards down into the bed sheets Ryoki wrapped his arms fiercely around her middle. Her back fit snugly against his chest. His breath brushed against her ear in growl of annoyance. Irritation seemed to have won out over his last vestiges of fatigue.
�You were going to leave and not even tell me?�
�I was going to leave a note...�
Wrong answer. His eyes narrowed further.
�Don�t tell me you�re having regrets already.� The sharp grip of his arms turned possessive. �Because I have no intention of-�
�No!� Quickly cutting in to halt his building temper before he got the wrong impression, she shook her head earnestly. �No, it�s not that. I�m really glad that it was you, and...I�m...really happy.�
It did the trick. Pausing at her confession, he sighed roughly into her hair. �You better be.�
Assured for the moment that she was no longer trying to escape, his hold around her waist lessened slightly. His hands moving to traced idle patterns across her exposed skin. Seemingly purposeless until, rising up from her middle, his fingers slowly began to play about her breasts.
Unable to help her embarrassed squirming, she felt the beginnings of a displeased rumble at her back.
�Stop that already.� Ryoki ordered, no small amount of frustration in his tone. Squeezing the flesh in his palm a bit more insistently, he added smugly. �It�s not like I didn�t just see everything a little while ago.�
At this, the girl squeaked caught between indignation and mortification and unable to fully banish the slight stutter that entered her speech.
�But- Wait! Ryoki!� Remembering her original purpose, Hatsumi hands came up, attempting futilely to fend off his touch long enough for him to listen. She voiced her earlier concerns, turning her eyes back to the neon green of the alarm clock. �It�s almost morning. And we both have school. And heaven forbid if my parents realize I wasn�t home last- Hey! What are you-ah!�
Reason did nothing to hinder Ryoki�s advance. Rather...
In a sharp surge of motion, he flipped their positions, levering himself up and over her as he pinned Hatsumi bodily to the bed. Snagging first one wrist then the other, he used one hand to draw her flailing limbs out of the way while settling himself between her legs.
The heated look he sent her made her all the more aware that they were both still naked
�We�re getting married.� Ryoki said in a utterly matter of fact manner, his grip tightening in an unspoken promise of retribution if she was foolish enough to argue with him on this point. Forcing her hands above her head and out of the way, he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the crook of her neck before stating haughtily. �That means you�re mine. So what if your parents figure out we did it? There was no way in Hell that I was going to wait til after the ceremony in the first place.�
The blush she made traveled all the way down past her shoulders.
�But...!� Obeying his obvious decision not at all, Hatsumi again glanced pointedly at the clock upon the stand only to earn a dirty look from Ryoki towards the item in question. His glare transferred smoothly from the glowing numbers to her, refusing to relent as he told her flatly.
�It can wait fifteen minutes.�
She might have made further protest were it not for the way he shifted his path of attack. Moving up from her collar bone to shut her up with another kiss, his free hand gravitated purposefully towards her breasts. Cupping her firmly as his tongue surged into her mouth, he squeezed. Massaging first one then the other, he traced her modest curves with his fingertips. Drawing a teasing circle upon her skin, Ryoki brushed his thumb lightly over the one of the stiffening peaks earning a shaky gasp from Hatsumi. The sudden breath of air pressing her chest more fully into his touch, earning a soft groan from Ryoki in turn as he leaned in closer to her.
Flicking his tongue lightly against her lips Ryoki worked his way lower. Alternating in an unpredictable pattern of kisses, licks, and nips over her skin, he formed a heated trail down along the side of her neck to her shoulder, to her collar bone, to just over her heart, to...
His mouth closed over the tip of a nipple as he simultaneously tweaked the other with his fingers in a way that had her writhing under his attentions.
�Ryoki!�
Focused on his mouth and the hand on her breasts, Hatsumi almost forgot about his other hand until hit with the abrupt realization that he�d let go of her wrists. Sliding down her body in an extended caress, his touch moved with cocky assuredness along her side to rest in between her legs. Stroking her intimately, Ryoki slipped a finger into her.
�Oh God.� His curse became tangible as a hot puff of air against the peak of her breast. �So wet.�
Borderline crass as always, he rocked Hatsumi�s sensibilities in a way that made her wonder off-hand how Ryoki could ever be mistaken for the refined individual so many were convinced he was.
�Don�t- say it like that.� She might have been able to sound more reprimanding if she hadn�t moaned. Her hands came up, grasping at his shoulders, but lacked the force to be taken as any kind of dissuasion. �It�s embarra... ah!�
Using his tongue to tracing a line along the valley in between her breasts, he took the opportunity to insert a second finger, pumping them into her as he began to build up a slick friction. His thumb brushed roughly against her body.
�You like it though, don�t you?� Lifting himself up slightly, his eyes fixed on her face. He gave an abrupt twist of his wrist, gauging her reaction behind a messy blond bangs.
�Ah...I, ah... that.�
He dropped his voice to a husky whisper. Shifting his grip to rest on her thigh as he held her in place. �I can feel you getting tighter, even just around my fingers.�
Hatsumi�s stutters became even more unintelligible.
They were both breathing heavier now, her, with a blush that was no longer solely from embarrassment, and him, with a hardening erection that throbbed in time to her needy gasps and the clenching he felt around his fingers.
Sucking hard enough on her collar to leave a mark, Ryoki swore roughly under his breath. Parting her legs further, he moved over her with a possessive, self assuredness aligning their bodies. With the way she squirmed against him, it was far too easy to imagine his fingers being substituted by something else. Almost groaning, Ryoki pulled back far enough to shoot her a demanding stare.
�I want to be in you.� His fingertips curled sharply within her.
A quick gasp as she jolted under him, coupled with the touch of her lips against his were as much an answer as she could manage.
His response was instantaneous. Returning the kiss with a gusto, Ryoki used his penetrating fingers to spread her open further, pausing just long enough to replace them in a swift thrust of motion.
She broke away with a moan that was little more than in a high pitched squeak. Her hands clutching at his shoulders as her body tightened impulsively around his at the sensation of long, sliding friction as he pushed himself fully into her.
�God, Hatsumi.� Ryoki�s voice deepened roughly. Panting lightly against her lips, he held himself propped over her on his elbows. His hands fisted in the sheets.
It took her awhile to understand the rhythm he set, shifting awkwardly against his thrusts, until, instinct slowly coming to bare, she found herself moving in harmony with him, clenching around him in a way that made both of them gasp. Hatsumi slid her hands from his shoulders as she grasped at his back in an effort to steady herself.
�Ryoki...�
At that moment, with her cheeks flushed and eyes darkened in a loving stare that was, for once, aimed in his direction, the sound of his name on her lips constituted the most beautiful damn thing he�d ever heard. And in dirty whispers against her skin he told her so.
Rocking against her with deliberate slowness Ryoki watched the nuances of her changing expressions with thinly veiled calculation. Deepening his movements to ensure she felt each stroke in its entirety, he brought his hands up to rest on either side of her face. His fingers tangled in the brown locks of her hair. Tugging slightly, he urged her to tilt her head up, in order to bring his lips more fully down onto hers as he crashed into her in a heated kiss, his tongue mimicking the actions of his body.
It didn�t take long however for the act to become all consuming. Pulling back with a gasp, his pace quickened sharply. Ryoki focused on little else than breathing, the sweat slicked sensation of skin on skin, and the silken pulsing of the world tightening into a single harsh point.
He swore, stiffening abruptly over her. The sound of his breathing fell thickly in Hatsumi�s ears as he remained as he was, pressed bodily against her.
�Ryoki?� She whimpered slightly. Blinking, she opened her eyes to his scowl and the continued thrum of heat that swirled along the edges of her senses.
�Dammit Hatsumi.� Ryoki growled with no small amount of frustration. His fingers moved swiftly down her body. Hovering briefly over where they were still joined before shifting in insistent slide against moist flesh until he�d found the spot that made her clench reflexively around him. �You�re always making me wait for you.�
Inexperience was made up for with sheer, unwavering persistence. He rubbed hard circles at a speed that was beyond what her body could keep up with. His actions just a tad harsher than she might have liked but at the moment she was past the point of protesting.
The heat rebuilding into something breakable, Hatsumi missed the fact that Ryoki was speaking again until he nipped her earlobe in sharp reprimand for her inattention as he commanded.
�Come for me, Hatsumi. That�s an order.�
And back arching, her face buried in the crook of his neck, she did.
Determinedly prolonging the moment, his fingers hadn�t stopped but instead continued to move against her, coaxing lingering aftershocks out of her body until Hatsumi could do little else but cling to him as she slowly returned to her senses and easing back against the covers in a tired slump.
Panting softly, Ryoki kept himself from collapsing, if only just barely, by the arm he held planted alongside her. His opposing hand took its place on the other side, keeping her pinned beneath him while they caught their breath.
She opened her eyes to his smirk as he leaned in to plant a lingering kiss upon her forehead.
�Good girl.�
Afterglow or no, Hatsumi still managed a blush.
Radiating a neigh tangible arrogance, Ryoki thread his fingers possessively through hers before leaning in a second time.
The neon green glow alarm clock would remain ignored for a few hours more.
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FINALLY my brain can proclaim freedom from this! And let us never speak of it again!
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