Imagination

imagination

this is a sequel of Lucid Dreamer's "Distraction" (which I LOVED!). I didn't get permission from Lucid Dreamer (gommen!) to steal the idea and run with it...

Princess Tutu sadly does not belong to me, either. I am quite the klepto. I love stealing amazing plots that do not belong to me.


BEFORE YOU READ~~~~~~
1) Watch Princess Tutu (and fall in love with Ahiru x Fakir)
2) Read Lucid Dreamer's "Distraction"
3) R & RA (Read and rip apart). This is my first lemon; heck, my first fan fiction ever, so please! critique!


"Umm.... Fakir?"

"What?"

Ahiru took a deep breath and let it out quickly. "Just tell him... He HAS been telling me to use my brain, more often, after all... "

Fakir threw his writing utensil down, swiveled his body in his chair, and glared at the shy girl. "Ahiru, what?? I swear, every time I put quill to paper, you discover some new method to distract me!"

Ahiru blushed, while Fakir's eyes roamed her body. They both remembered what her previous night's "distractions" led to.

Fakir quickly spun back around. "No time for that," Fakir chastised himself. "I have a duty to protect her, and that INCLUDES getting food onto our table. Which means an income. Which means WRITING and not getting sidetracked by silly thoughts. Or sensual thoughts... of Ahiru squirming in my grip..." Fakir shook himself, and applied himself to writing, shooting the subject of his temptation a grumpy look.

Ahiru squeaked, and ran out of the room. She busied herself with her chores and, yelling a quick goodbye to Fakir, ran out to the main town to purchase some food supplies. "Ahh, I'm such an idiot... I really am a hopeless duck! Why must I be embarrassed about this? Fakir DID admit his love to me last night... which must mean that he would be willing to listen to my crazy ideas, not that my ideas are all crazy! He's just stuck up and assumes the worst and... and... but... "
That morning, Ahiru had woken up to the sound of Fakir furiously writing. When she got up to greet him good morning, he only blushed, turned his head, and muttered a semblance of "mornin" back to her. Unsure of what to take of his new mood swing, she made sure to steer clear of him, at least bodily. Her mind, however, kept turning a line he had mentioned the previous night over and over in her head.

"Use your imagination!"

Ahiru was not able to forget the lean muscles of his chest and arms, or the feel of his muscular legs from the night before... "ohmygosh what am I doing?? this is Fakir, who... who... used to be like a brother, a friend, but now.." She finished her shopping, and slowly walked back to their house, blushing madly while using her imagination to think of something new and exciting to incorporate into their *special* dance. Surely that would cheer Fakir up. She still felt sore *down there* from her, er, punishment, so she decided it would be best to leave *that part* of the pas the deux out. Being a dancer, she understood the body's need of rest for any muscle group between intense workouts... THAT thought made her face change from red to purple from embarrassment.

It was dusk when she came in sight of the house. She barely could make out Fakir, hurriedly dressed with a lantern, stepping out the front door. He caught sight of her, scowled, and stormed back into the house. "What is with it with Fakir and his moods??" Ahiru thought silently to herself. She walked inside, and was immediately picked up from behind and mashed against a certain writer's chest, dropping the packages of food on the ground.

"What is WRONG with you? Have you no concept of time management? IDIOT! I was about to go out looking for you! Stupid!" Fakir snarled out of clenched teeth as he held her all the tighter.

"Ahh, umm, I'm sorry!!" Ahiru squeaked out, while trying to pry lean arms from around her waist. "I can't breath, Fakir! You're hurting meee!"

"Serves you right, for making me worr... for making me CONCERNED about.... oh forget it!" Fakir spun her around in his grasp, till they were face to face. His arms wrapped around her, but more gently now... as if he were cradling a young duckling. His voice was still intense. "Please tell me where you are going, in the future, and especially if you plan on taking a long time to get back. I... I get worried."

Ahiru placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed at him with sweetness. "Oh, he cares about me!" This feeling, though, quickly changed to annoyance. "Hey, wait, you never monitored me like THIS, before!"

"Yes I have! You're too... scatterbrained to even realize it!"

"I think its because you LOVE me!!" Ahiru squeaked happily.

"Love has nothing to do with the fact that you have a propensity for walking into stationary objects!"

"A pro... a what? Wait, stay-objects? What type of objects, Mr. 'I'm a Writer and Have a Better Vocabulary Than Everyone Else??!"

Fakir sighed, and rested his forehead on hers. "Just tell me, okay?"

"Now is my chance," thought Ahiru. "Now, when he's vulnerable, and has calmed down enough to not want to bite me... oh but I can't! What if he does bite me, like last night? Only last night was okay... but does he like to get bitten, too? Ahh, time's running out! "

"What are you thinking of, Ahiru?" Fakir asked with his eyes closed, head still resting on hers. He failed to see the blush that erupted across her face. He did feel her whole lithe body stretch, and then the light touch of lips against the corner of his...

She kissed him.

"I KISSED HIM!!!!" Ahiru, blushing even more furiously, squeezed her eyes shut as he opened his. "Ohboy Ohno I can't look at him now!!! What will he think?? I can hear him saying, ::dark Fakir voice:: 'The female dancer should never attempt to take lead over her partner.' But I just did!!!!!"

Her dialogue with herself prevented her from hearing Fakir's continuous "Ahiru"'s, until he kissed each of her eyelids. She slowly opened them, to see a grinning Fakir.

Fakir attempted to smother his smile, and eventually schooled it to a stern face. "Now, Ahiru, we went over kissing only yesterday! Have you forgotten so soon?"

Ahiru was silent; shy from memories, and trying to remember what it was that he wanted her to do. Fakir let his grin slip out again, and to hide it, he covered her mouth with his.

Ahiru forgot everything; his mood swings, her self-righteous anger, and even the previous night's memories. All she could focus on was the touch of his lips. This was somehow different from last night, though.. he was gentler, and she was able to reciprocate more. Well! She had her moment, and she seized it! Now what?

Fakir continued to kiss her, reveling in the unbelievable delicious taste of her mouth. "Ahiru, now feel this," he murmured as he just used his lips. "This kiss is sweet, is it not? It becomes more fun when you nibble, like, this.." His teeth gently grazed her bottom lip, and Ahiru attempted to do the same to Fakir. "Good girl. Next- your tongue is the strongest muscle in your body. Yours gets more of a workout than others." He laughed as she tried to nibble a bit harder than needed on his lip. "Silly. Now, use your tongue, like last night... " Fakir's teachings were silenced as they both touched, then smoothly ran tongues over each other. Ahiru felt like squealing and running away from the sensual intimacy of it all, but Fakir's grip was too strong. "One last lesson, Ahiru," Fakir smoothly mentioned, as Ahiru gasped from the lack of air. "Suction".

"Suction?" Ahiru asked, confused. "What did I tell you about your difficult words, Mr. "I'm a Wri-"

"Ahiru, get a grip on yourself. Suction... comes from the word suck." The word invoked a series of thoughts in Fakir's brain, all which he violently shoved away. Ahiru's eyes grew wide in understanding. "Ohhh, suck-tion! Like... this?" Ahiru planted her open mouth on Fakir's, and sucked hard on his tongue. Fakir returned the favor gently, teaching and helping Ahiru to enjoy the slow carnal pleasure of this type of kissing.

Fakir opened his eyes when, murmuring that she wanted practice, Ahiru drew her lips away from his, and bent to kiss his jawbone. Then nibbled his nose. Then gently sucked on his ear lobe. Ahh, her shallow breath, the excitement starting to build... the thought of her breathing sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine, as his brain invoked memories of Ahiru, flat on the bed, gasping his name out. Fakir clenched his arms around Ahiru, and bit on her neck gently, then whispered darkly into her ear, "What... are you doing? We already went over the rules of who leads in a dance, did we not? Ah, I see, you want more... punishment... for breaking the rules."

Ahiru shuddered in his grip. "Get a hold of yourself, Ahiru! Use your IMAGINATION... that was something else he said to do, right? You might as WELL follow one of the rules.."

Ahiru squirmed in his grip, till he put her down, but not without stealing another swift kiss. He looked at her, bemused, while she slowly drew him to the bedroom. "Fakir, you told me, last night... to use my imagination. So, I did!"

Fakir's mind did a somersault, while his lower body clenched in anticipation. "You... did? What devious idea have you planned, my princess?" Fakir questioned, as he slowly removed Ahiru's clothing, batting her hands away as she struggled to help.

"Umm, umm... well, that's why I took so long coming home! You see... you seemed to be in a bad mood when I woke up! And, er, um, um... I wanted to, uhhh cheer you up!!" Ahiru grinned bashfully at him, forgetting in her innocent happiness that she was completely naked. Fakir's piercing gaze that slowly raked across her body reminded her of her lack of clothing, and she shrieked, diving under the blankets.

Fakir laughed aloud, and it was tinged with a dark growl. "You cannot hide from me, Ahiru. Come out, and tell me what your imagination has thought up," he enticed, while quickly stripping off his own clothing.

Ahiru sat up with the blankets wrapped around her head and covers. She stared at Fakir's erection, then glanced up at his face. "Umm, er, can I try something, Fakir? Please?" Fakir nodded, keeping his face devoid of all emotion, wanting to see what his duckling would do. Ahiru crept forward, and poked a finger out of the blankets, her arms reaching towards his penis. She poked him, gently, but quickly withdrew her digit at the sound of his indrawn breath. "Oh gosh I hurt you, I hurt you! I'm so sorry!!! I'm such an idiot, I kn-"

"You didn't hurt me." Fakir's murmur was gentle, but it belied his clenched fists. "I want nothing more than to tear that ridiculous blanket off of her, and thrust myself into her till we are both to tired to move... get a grip on yourself, Fakir. You lost control last night; now is the chance to make it up to her."

Ahiru stared at Fakir's face, as he warred with himself, and finally relaxed. She continued to stare at his face while reaching out a fingertip to brush his erection again. This time, there was no gasp, but a shiver that ran down his body. "Ah ha!", thought Ahiru. "He just shook like last night, when we were doing our pas de deux.. Definitely a good sign!" Emboldened, Ahiru slid the one finger down to the base of his penis, then added a second finger to her movement, letting the tips of her fingers brush the hard warm surface of his penis.

Fakir stopped her fingertips, and cupped her hands in his. "Here," he grated out, "This.... this will be better. Its the proper posture for this particular dance sequence." He wrapped her fingers and thumb around his erection, and guided it up and down. "Oh she has no idea how amazing this feels!! God, I have so little self control... I cannot even pleasure her without stealing some gratification of my own!" Fakir swallowed his self loathing though, when he opened his eyes to see Ahiru gazing at him, avidly taking note of every response he gave to her ministrations.

Fakir grabbed her hand roughly, and pushed her back onto the bed. "Hey!", Ahiru yelled. "I was doing SOMETHING!" Ahiru tried, unsuccessfully, to sit up again. Fakir's erection ground up against her every time she moved, though, and her struggles became feeble as she lost herself in pleasure.

Fakir moved his body to the side of hers, and pinned her hands above her head with one of his own. "My turn. And, Ahiru, you will suffer *greatly* for daring to take the lead of this dance." Fakir's right hand crept over her breasts, gently enticing them to an erect state. His fingers traveled lower, drawing circles around her belly, and.... stayed there. Ahiru was once again lost in the haze of pleasure that she was being assaulted with. She started to whine softly, when she realized that Fakir's hand would drift no lower than her belly.

Fakir grinned roughly, as he slid his fingers down... and around to her leg. "Ahh, Fakir!!! you're... you're... I think you're doing the dance WRONG!" Ahiru gasped. Fakir laughed, and continued to trace his finger tips down the inside of one thigh, then up the other. "Do you beg forgiveness for leading our dance?" "No! Why would you expect, ahhh Fakir, please! Why, ahhh OKAY I'm SORRY!!"

Fakir kissed her, long and hard, then traced his tongue down to her nipples. As he teased them (to her increasingly desperate moans and shivering body), he notified her, "Oh, I don't think you're sorry enough..."

Ahiru chanted "I'm sorry!" like a mantra, until his tongue reached her stomach, and he was forced to let go of her hands. Ahiru's fingers threaded through his hair, and she gasped as he gently kissed her... kissed her THERE?

Fakir tried to control his breathing. The scent of her was intoxicating, and more than ever he wanted to sink into her, or at least truly taste her nectar. "Baby steps," he chided himself. Using his left hand to hold her open, he gently slid a finger into her hole. She bucked against his hand, trying to drive it deeper. He slowly withdrew his finger, and... what was that? He traced his finger up until it reached a glistening hard nub. Ahiru squealed and clenched at Fakir's hair even more. Fakir grinned savagely, and slowly rubbed this new discovery, first with his pointer finger, then with his thumb as he inserted a finger into her.

Ahiru bucked and rode hard against his hand. The speed of this dance spiraled out of control; like the previous night, it did not stay at one tempo, but followed their pounding hearts, until, until... Gasping Fakir's name, she released hard, hands searching to grip him closer, body contorting to feel his as she was blasted into another existence.

Fakir almost came, himself, from the orgasm that he just gave to Ahiru. He slowly withdrew his hand, but kept a finger on the little extra nub that gave her so much pleasure, and wrapped his legs and one arm around her shaking body. "So, I can learn from this dance, too," Fakir thought to himself. "I obviously still lack in female anatomy lessons... I wonder if Ahiru would allow me to continue my... examination?" He relaxed his body, planning another venture into unmarked territory, but then felt her weight shift from under him, and roll him over.

Ahiru, face still flushed from her climax, sat on his belly. "Fakir, you're not dancing fairly... I want to have a small turn! Just a tiny turn to lead, please please please please?"

Fakir sighed, half in regret, half in anticipation. "Okay, silly. What did you have in mind? And if you're not fast enough, then I'm claiming more time to explore your body." His eyes gazed darkly at her, and his hands gripped her thighs hard. Ahiru shook herself from his spell, and leaned forward to lie on top of his chest.

"Um, Fakir?" "mm?" Fakir murmured back, wrapping his arms around her, and slowly rubbing himself against her. "Um, remember how you showed me that dance move earlier, where I wrap my fingers around your, um, your,"

"Penis?"

"Yeah, THAT... uhhh, well, and do you remember how you taught me to kiss? How I need to use more tongue, and suck-tion, and stuff?"

Fakir's hands stilled their tracing movements on her back, as he worked the two aspects together.

Ahiru, not wanting to give up this golden opportunity to test her *imagination* out, scooted her butt down his legs, till her head was hovering right over his erection. Fakir sat up quickly, and tried to yank her head away from his lower body, but it was too late. Ahiru placed a kiss on the tip of his penis. Fakir groaned, and dropped back onto the bed, hands clenched on either side of him.
Ahiru noticed his reaction, then tried to use her tongue in the same way that she initially used her finger tips, to lick all the way down... and up... his shaft. At this, Fakir slowly sat back up, and wound his strong, lean fingers through her hair, not forcing her mouth in any direction, but insistent on its application. Ahiru looked up at Fakir's face, which was flushed and had a look of stark pain. "Fakir, are you still alright? I can stop!!!"

"No! I'm fine... don't, please don'... " Fakir gasped, and then whispered, closing his eyes, "you can... you can stop if you want."

Ahiru watched his shoulders drop as he bade her to end her ministrations. This made her all the more stubborn to try the next bit out. "Fakir, I'm going to try one last thing... Suck-tion!" At this, Fakir groaned, and opened his eyes to watch her lips close around the head of his penis, then move slowly down... down... till halfway down the shaft. He shuddered and involuntarily squeezed his eyes shut again; it felt AMAZING.

Ahiru quickly withdrew her mouth, and said, "you're too big for my mouth, so I will only get to do suct-ion on the top part." Fakir's only response was a deep moan from the back of his throat. She slid her mouth down, slowly, oh so slowly.

Fakir's brain was devoid of everything except the slow moist warm enveloping feeling of her mouth on his penis. "Why did I tease her earlier in our dance?? Was it anything like this??? I hope not... this is torture!", but he sighed and moaned "Ahiruuuu..." aloud every time she she sucked on him. She pulled her lips back to the top, mimicking her hand from before, then let her mouth drop back down again... after getting the hang of it, Fakir opened his eyes, and gazed at the beautiful sight.. He never in a thousand years would've dreamed this.. well, he had dreamed it, but for it to come true, and completely voluntary from Ahiru's "imagination.." When Ahiru swirled her tongue around the head, Fakir lost it. "Ah, Ahiru!!! Ahhhh don't do that! Ahiru! Aaa!"

Her hands wrapped around his shaft, and she pulled her head up to watch his face as be climaxed. His orgasm took him out of the world, for a second, for a minute, for a lifetime... and when he came to, Ahiru was looking perplexed, at all of the milky white substance that covered most of her face and upper body.

"What is this??? What did you shoot out at me?!" Ahiru looked crossly at him, when he started laughing.
"What's so FUNNY?" "Oh, your facial expression. Hold on."

Fakir lazily got up, pulling Ahiru to her feet, and went to the kitchen to get her a towel. Ahiru was just licking the bit that was on her hand, when he held up a moist towel. "Salty! but, its not that bad... I want a full explanation of what just happened!" He pointedly ignored this comment, and put away the dropped food items. Ahiru helped him clean up, not caring that they were both naked and she still a bit sticky. When they were done, Fakir came up behind Ahiru and wrapped her in a blanket, carrying her to his bed. Together, they bundled under the blankets, and listened to each others heart beats.

"You know," Fakir eventually murmured, "I must research more into this new, um, body part that we discovered today." He gently drew a circle around her clitoris, which was still sensitive, making her inhale sharply.

Ahiru looked at him, and sleepily grinned. "I want to research more into the salty white stuff that you shot me with, you meanie. ::yawn:: You know, I only used my imagination because you were in a BAD MOOD this morning".

Fakir murmured in her ear, "I should be grumpy more often, then..."