Dakimakura Panic!

Elly froze in place, her eyes huge. The thumping rhythm and hoarse moans coming from the apartment to her left could mean only one thing. She was about to hurry past when she heard Aizawa cry out her name.

"<i>Please</i>...ahh! Cheshire!"

In her confusion she did a very stupid thing and knocked on his door.

It opened a little too fast, as if he were trying to pretend nothing had been happening. The state he appeared in gave most if that away, however. Aizawa was nude to the waist with only a pair of black sweatpants on.

She gasped lightly and stared; she couldn't help it. His bare chest was covered sparsely in dark hair that puffed out in the middle and then trailed low, all the way down to disappear into the hem of his pants. Elly started to sweat as she imagined him pulling them on at the last second, right before he opened the door.

His gray eyes showed a lot of the bloodshot whites as he stared at her nervously. "Ah... hello."

"Aizawa, are you okay?" She stared past him and spotted a long, purple and lavender striped pillow on the couch in his otherwise barren room. "Um."

The poor man's face paled, then blushed bright red. He saw it was useless to hide the pillow as she had already seen it, but hoped he could perhaps distract her. "Did you need help? Can I offer any assistance?"

"Aizawa Shota, is that a body pillow of me? Were you..?" She stepped inside, staring down at it. "Wow. It is."

He leaned heavily on the wall and covered his face in his hands. "I thought you weren't moved in yet."

"I'm not," she said slowly, her brain still processing all the facts. "I happened to be walking by so I could measure my door for furniture."

He swallowed mightily, gulping past the lump in his throat. "Look, I thought no one else was home. I'm sorry I offended you."

"I didn't say I was offended." She stared first at the sexy pose she was in on the pillowcase, then at him. "I mean, I wish you would have told me though. That pillow isn't really a match for the real thing."

"I thought it was against my odds to ah, try anything. Logically, if I couldn't have what I wanted this was the next best thing."

"So... what if you were wrong, and you could?"

He squinted at her as he tried to ascertain if she was speaking the truth. "Are you saying you would welcome sexual advances from me?"

The cat woman choked a little at his blunt phrasing. "Aizawa... no, wait." She took one deep, calming breath and used his first name instead. "Shota. I would very much like to form a closer relationship with you."

"Really?"

"But." She held a finger up. "Only if you want more than sex."

He scoffed. "What type of man do you believe me to be?"

"A good one. I just need to hear you say it."

He tilted his head down at her and sighed tiredly. "Yes, Cheshire, I want more than just a one night stand."

"Shota," she said in reproach.

"You asked. Now, come all the way in and sit." He gestured at the lumpy looking couch. "I think we're going to be talking for awhile."

"Talking?"

He shrugged. "Among other things, if you wish."

Elly walked inside his apartment and moved the pillow so she could sit on the couch. It smelled like him and she found she liked the coffee and bitter energy drink scent combination very much. "Okay. Now what?"

The dark haired man looked confused for a moment. He sat beside her and frowned, deep in thought. "You really want me?" His tone was baffled, uncertain.

"Why wouldn't I?"

Aizawa gave her a very direct stare. "Ches. I don't eat well, I sleep too much and while I keep my body in fit physical condition, I care little of how I look on the outside." He paused. "'Scruffy' is as kind a compliment as I've ever been given. And yet..."

She placed a tentative hand on his. "I wouldn't have wanted a relationship with you if I didn't find you attractive."

"Not frightening?" His gaze grew even more intense. And then, as she watched, his dark hair stirred, rising slowly. His grey eyes burned red as he used his quirk. She wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to prove. In her opinion, the determined expression he wore when activating it was very sexy. So Elly responded as she saw fit, pulling on the hand she held to indicate she wanted him closer. He leaned towards her until their foreheads were touching, and still his eyes blazed, so close to hers she could see they were quite literally afire. His pupils gave off a soft glow. She shivered and slid her other hand around the back of his neck in a caress, lips parting in offering. Aizawa took his chance quickly, as if he were afraid she would change her mind.

His lips were somewhat dry as he pressed them to hers. When he made no further move she took the liberty of wetting them for him, softly licking with her eyes closed until she heard him gasp.

"You do," he choked. You want me."

"Well, now that's settled, Eraserhead..." She traced the hairline on his neck, this time making him shudder. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I can think of many things." He kissed her several times, each longer and more lingering than the last.

"Mnnn. Your favorite idea?"

"We make slow, deeply satisfying love and you stay with me for a nap before getting something to eat. I can help you move into your apartment later."

She smiled, genuinely touched at this simple yet bold statement of his desire. "That sounds perfect."

"I only have a futon in the back. Is that all right, or do you want to stay here?"

"A futon is fine... eek!" She threw her arms around his neck as he unexpectedly picked her up. "Shota!"

"I'm not wasting time now," he told her seriously. "You're going to get my undivided attention for as long as you need to feel the best you've ever felt."

She swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. "So sure of yourself," she managed to breathe.

He laid her down on the soft padded blankets and knelt above. "Yes. I believe I may still surprise you."

-

The futon was comfortable, and his body was warm, especially since he wore no shirt. She relaxed, her ears flicking upright with her tail finally stilled beside her. Aizawa waited until the nervous tension he sensed drained from her, stroking her hair as they lay in a close embrace. 

"I did not mean to frighten you."

"You - you didn't. Not really. It's just I hadn't expected you to be so..." Elly bit her lip, thinking how to properly phrase things.

Aizawa grinned down at her. "Experienced?" 

Her blush grew even more pronounced. "Hmm. Yes."

"I haven't had too many partners, if that's what's making you uncomfortable." His eyebrows raised. "Or perhaps jealous?"

"A little of both," she admitted. 

"I meant to assure you that I will take the time necessary to learn what you like." He sighed as she moved, feeling her curves as they molded so easily to him. "It won't be a chore," he chuckled softly.

"I guess I assumed, you know, because of the pillow..." She pet his puff of chest hair, smiling at how perfectly centered it was.

He snorted dismissively. "That was because I wanted <i>you</i>. I agree it wasn't in good taste, but I was sorely in need of some way to check my desire."

"Oh, I don't know if it was such a bad idea." She coughed lightly. "A certain t-shirt that was very hard to locate - being that the pro hero isn't well known on purpose -- is a favorite of mine. It's a comfort thing. I wear it to bed."

"I have merchandise?" He sounded amused as he watched her continuing to fiddle with his black, curly hairs.

"Yes. Very little... and most is only known to close-mouthed fans. You underground heroes have underground fans."

"That's oddly touching." He cocked his head, staring at her in a new light. "I'm beginning to think I was very foolish not to declare myself to you earlier."

Elly's heart skipped a beat. "Declare?"

He set his forehead to hers, once more staring deeply into her eyes. "I'm a grown man; I don't get crushes. What I feel for you is much deeper than that."

"Shota..."

"I thought it was strange, wanting to be around you so much. We've worked together for less time than I've been with other colleagues, but you..." He paused, frowning a little. She felt his brows draw up on her own. "I want to be with you often. To know you more than others do."

"Are you telling me that you love me?"

He kissed the corner of her mouth, a slow blush burning his ears and throat. It crept up until his face was flaming in spectacular fashion. Elly was intrigued - he looked more embarrassed now than when she caught him with the body pillow. Aizawa's breathing became erratic as well and he kissed her neck, soft, gentle brushes of his lips that caused her skin to prickle with goosebumps. This went on until she whimpered, sliding her hands around his upper body to grasp his shoulders. He drew back, panting and red-faced.

"I - I think yes. I have fallen in love with you."

"Good," she husked so low he almost couldn't hear. "I think I'm in love with you, too."

"Yes," he murmured. "That is good." Placing a hand on her cheek, he smiled - the softest expression she had ever seen on his tired face. "It's perfect.

"Do you still desire me, then?" 

Elly tilted her head quizzically at him. "Yes. Very much. I just... um. Had to slow down for a second. I know I initiated things, but I needed a moment to think."

He nodded. "I thought that maybe you changed your mind." 

"No. I really want you." She looked up into his eyes. "I really want more of your kisses." 

"Oh?" He reached out and cupped her cheek in one hand, bending over. "All you need do is ask."

Her dark eyes grew starry as he covered her lips with his own in a light, open-mouthed kiss. "God, I love how you talk," she breathed.

"Mmmn." He propped himself up on one arm to lean over her, pressing more firmly. When she didn't protest he carefully moved his legs and arms so his body was resting on top of her, their mouths still connected in a series of kisses growing deeper and more passionate. Elly's response was more enthusiastic than he could have dreamed; her arms wrapped around him immediately and she held him very tight. "That feels good," he murmured.

"Mmm?" 

"Being held." His breathing picked up speed and his gaze became more intense. "It ... I wanted this."

"Me too!" She hugged him, squealing softly with happiness and a cute embarrassment that made his heart race faster.

"Damn it, Ches," he choked. "I - you..."

She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him down for more kisses. "Us," she breathed.

"Yes!" He gave in and lost himself to the desire to cover every inch of her pale skin with his lips. Aizawa's scruffy facial hair caused her to blush even brighter wherever he kissed and she discovered she was ticklish in the strangest places. He chuckled wickedly when feathery brushes of his lips on her neck caused her to giggle.

"Yeek!"

He relented, but then decided to nibble instead. As his teeth grazed her sensitive throat her laughter turned to low moans. He kept it up, his hands wandering further, his breath hot on her flushed skin as his breathing turned harsh. He jumped, then groaned loudly when her fingertips stroked the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Ches..!"

There was an abrupt flurry of knocks on his front door. Elly had to press her hand to her mouth to stifle a startled shriek. Aizawa paused, hovering over her with his expression hidden in the dark tresses that swung down to cover his face. He flexed his arms once, pushing quickly off the bed and landing neatly on his bare feet. 

"Shota?"

"I'll go see who it is," he said in a resigned voice. "The light's on, so they know I'm home."

She nodded and watched as he tore a gray and black cat patterned robe off the hook behind the bedroom door. Shrugging it on, he shuffled towards the front of the apartment, grumbling as he gumbled with the belt. He had a very prominent erection that was impossible to hide in the soft pants. 

He looked out the peephole before opening it and mentally winced. <i>Great. This is just what I need right now.</i>

The door was yanked open, revealing a bewildered Nemuri. "Aizawa!"

"What." He spoke flatly, with a great deal of dislike. "This had better be worthwhile. I am not happy at having to suspend my ... activities." 

"Activities." The buxom woman snorted into one hand. "Right. Like, let me guess - sleeping."

"No. What do you want?"

"Well, some of us at the bar got to talking. We realized Elly would have to move in on her own. I know she chose tonight because she wouldn't disturb anyone since we were all working or out, but. You know. It's not very 'Plus Ultra' of the staff she's now a part of if we don't help. Not very neighborly."

"So you thought I wanted to be more ..." He gave her an even flatter look. "Neighborly."

"You should," she stressed. "She's moving in next to you, after all."

"Go back to the bar. She's not moving in yet." He tried to close the door but she pushed past him and walked inside, still talking. Aizawa choked, his face growing red. 

"She will later though, right? You really have to make an effort. It would be good for you to at least try to be helpful..." She blinked slowly, her eyes widening as she caught sight of the body pillow, crumpled but still recognizable beside the couch. "Oh, my."

His palm completely covered his face as he groaned.

"Oh, <i>my</i>," Eraserhead, Nemuri cooed. "Looks like someone has the hots for Cheshire."

"Midnight," he growled in warning.

"I guess all those Erashire fans would be thrilled," she went on, oblivious - or perhaps not -- to his discomfort. She thought hard, her hips thrust at an angle with one bright red nail tapping at her equally red lips. "Hmmmm, though. You need to ask her out. Impress her. What to do..."

"I don't <i>need</i> to do anything!"

"Okay, but shush." She pushed him towards the bathroom. "No, you need to shower and change. You can pick her up, let's see... that'll do. We have you show up and tell her it's your idea we're all going to help! That way you get some good boy points." She babbled on, not noticing how he had frozen in place, his blush spreading down his neck as he stared down the hall.

Elly walked out of the bedroom wearing nothing but an old t-shirt of his. She coughed lightly, and the other woman's head jerked up at the sound. 

"Um, Midnight? I don't think Shota needs any tips on how to get me into bed."

"Wha..." Her eyes grew huge and she adjusted her glasses as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Aizawa automatically wrapped an arm around her waist as Elly drew closer, and Nemuri's mouth shut with a snap. "Oopsie!" She tittered, covering her mouth with one hand. "I had no idea you guys were already hooked up."

Elly raised her eyebrows.

"I'm going, I'm going!"

"Six o'clock," she called out impishly as the other woman grabbed for the door handle. "You can meet us here if you wanna help me unload. I've got a truck dropping by with my things."

Nemuri gave them both a thumbs up and left.

Aizawa hid his face in his hands. When he looked up again his face was ravaged from multiple emotions he was used to masking or holding in. "Would you like to continue this at another time or place? I seem to be, ah, unlucky today."

Elly shook her head, taking his hand. She slowly pulled him forward, slipping it under the shirt she wore onto her bare bosom. "It's definitely not your unlucky day." 

His breath caught in his throat, and he slowly smiled as he cupped a breast, feeling the soft weight. 

"Good." He drew his fingers around a nipple and tweaked it gently. Her ears laid lazily back and she gasped. Soon her back was pressed to the wall as he pushed her against it, his hands groping her under the shirt as he bumped her groin with his. 

"Sh - Shota!" Her hands gripped the bathrobe he still wore tightly, digging into the fabric on his back. It flapped wildly, open at the front as they writhed together. 

"Shit, Ches, ah..!" He never thought he could feel this good and still have his pants on. His humping grew more frantic, and she urged him on with a multitude of kisses.

"Please," she whimpered. "Oh, please Shota. I need more."

"<i>Yes.</i>" He slipped his hands underneath her and lifted her once more. "No interruptions this time." He walked back into the bedroom and very firmly and purposefully closed the door behind him.

-

He laid her on the bed again and the t-shirt rode up, exposing the fact that she was, in fact, totally nude underneath. 

Aizawa stared in awe for a moment, rubbing a hand over his mouth. "You're so beautiful," he stammered at last. 

"Oh, Shota," she sighed, beckoning him to hold her. "It's nice of you to say that. It's thrilling. But I never thought of myself as 'beautiful'."

He embraced her, kissing the hollow between her breasts. "I wouldn't lie," he murmured.

"Of course not. But, wait, here." She caressed his back, purring at the rippling muscles under her fingertips. "Sit up."

He did, and she traced him from lips to waist with a light touch. Her fingers grazed his collarbone, ran down along his chest and toyed delicately with his flat male nipples. He huffed quietly and she smiled and moved on to pet his defined abdomen and all the scars she could find. 

"You are the most handsome man I have ever seen," she breathed. 

"Eh... " Embarrassed beyond measure at the praise, all he could do for a moment was clear his throat. The grin was quickly back, however, cheeky as ever. He pulled the shirt all the way off, careful not to catch it on her ears. 

"You next." Her hands tugged on the waistband of his underwear. He grunted and lifted himself up so she could take them off. "Well. Here's one part of you that doesn't have any scars."

"Ha." He looked down, starting to sweat as her hands stroked his erect member. "Ches, I'm not going to be able to hold back if you touch me like that."

"I know," she smiled. "I want you right away, too."

"Hmm." He nodded and held up a small, foil packet.

"Prepared, are you?"

"Ah, well, Midnight slipped this to me on her way out." He coughed, flipping the packet into his palm. "Otherwise, no. I don't keep any protection around. No use for it." Aizawa ripped the end and slid the condom out. 

"Want help?"

"If you're offering." He held it out to her with a smile. 

Elly took the thin tube and grasped him gently but firmly in one hand, pulling down slightly so as to slip it on. He moaned when she rubbed all the way down to ensure a proper fit. "I know guys hate these things, but so do we, you know. Better safe than sorry, though."

He dropped his head to hers, his long hair tickling her cheeks and shoulders. "Maybe later, though... we won't need them."

"Mmmn, are you suggesting, one, that we become a couple and two, ha..." She gasped as he angled himself, pushing tentatively at her moist heat. "Two, that you want fantasized about coming naked inside me?"

He set himself and kissed her for an answer, his body trembling all over. "Yes."

"Sexy," she murmured. "Take me, then."

"Yes."

"Ohhh, wow, yes." She lifted her legs, her eyes dreamy as he thrust. "You feel so good, Shota."

"You're hot," he groaned. "I f - feel like I'm melting." His movements were smooth, his fit body able to easily keep a teasing, measured pace. He kissed her neck, panting hoarsely. "Wanted you for so long."

She hugged him a little tighter at this declaration, her arms sliding in the beaded sweat rolling down his neck. Aizawa grinned and moved faster, angling up just a bit. Her reaction was immediate as he struck a very sweet spot inside her.

"Oh, god," she choked. "Oh god, Please don't stop. Don't stop, Shota!"

He threw his head back, neck straining, throat working. His pace didn't falter but he did whimper very, very softly. He wasn't going to last. The pressure building in his loins was far too much. 

"I'm - I'm going to..."

"<i>Yes!</i>"

That was it. Hearing her cry of pleasure threw him into his own and he bucked harder, faster, losing himself in his release. It was so good neither spoke. They clutched at each other wordlessly, their mouths pressed firmly together in a kiss that waxed and waned with their movements. 

"So good," she sighed at last.

"Mnn," he agreed. "Y'want to take a nap before we go get your stuff? I can set an alarm."

"Perfect."

While the two were discovering each other for the first time, the others were waiting for Midnight back at the bar. 

She pulled a chair back and grinned at the group at the table. The off duty heroes were Yagi, Hizashi and Sekijiru, known otherwise as All Might, Present Mic and Vlad King. She glanced around, but the blood control hero wasn't at the table at the moment. There might be others dropping by later, but for now she waved at those seated to be quiet. 

"It's on! Six o'clock, apartment next to Aizawa. She has a small truck bringing her stuff in that's already packed. We can help unload it."

Yagi smiled. "Good. I'm glad we decided to help."

"Yeah, yeah, and then we can all go back out for drinks to celebrate!" Hizashi cheered and held up his half full beer mug, sloshing some of it on himself in the process.

"Oh, and they're sleeping together," she added bluntly. "I barged in on them."

Yagi sprayed blood across the table as a coughing fit struck him. Hizashi's glasses slid down his nose as beer poured out his slackened mouth. His expression was one of complete and utter horror.

"<i>Nemuri!</i>"

"What? I didn't mean to. Oh, I didn't see anything. But I definitely interrupted them."

"Ewww, Midnight," Hizashi whined. "Stop. No more."

"Yes, please," Yagi choked, his face bright red. "Don't say anything else about it!"

"Ugh, you guys're no fun," she pouted. 

Sekijiro came back with some sort of suspiciously red liquid in a mug and sat down. "What did I miss?"

Midnight's eyes lit up.

"No!" Yagi and Hizashi yelled in unison.