Aches and Pains

"It really hurts." Elly lay on her stomach on the bed as her boyfriend gently rubbed her back. "I pulled something, I think."

Aizawa frowned as he lightly probed the pale skin under his fingers. "Stop squirming or I can't help you."

"Sorry."

"Mmn." He nodded, placing his palm on one section. "It's very tight here. This will hurt," he cautioned briefly before digging his knuckles down hard. This elicited a catlike screech from Elly, whose tail shot out as she writhed under his kneading hands.

"Shota! More warning next time!"

"Sorry." He eased up on the pressure, rubbing gently to get the blood flowing again. "Lay there and try to relax."

She sighed. Her back was tingling, not exactly in pain but it felt like she had been wrung through a press. "Ngh."

The lights dimmed, and then the bed creaked and dipped as he lay beside her. "If you still hurt tomorrow, I'm calling Chiyo."

"Aww, don't disturb her on her day off. It's just a sprain. I'll be fine."

"I don't like it when you're hurt." He brushed a side lock of hair away from her cheek.

She looked up and saw the frown on his weary face. "I know. But you helped."

"Hope it's enough. I need a drink. You want anything?"

"Nope. Just you, when you're done hydrating."

He snorted and walked out.

She fell asleep in the dim, cool room, and had no idea what time it was when she woke. She yawned and rolled over without thinking, but was pleasantly surprised to find her back felt much better. Shivering a bit, she grabbed her shirt next to her and pulled it on. It was dark out, and there was no sign of Shota. She sighed; she had slept until his patrol and would not see him until he got back.

There was a piece of paper on the kitchen counter and she shuffled sleepily over, still not quite awake.

"I made the coffee. It just needs to be turned on. Remember to take a pill if you still hurt." A bottle of generic painkillers had been pointedly left on the edge of the note to hold it in place.

Elly laughed. His nearly illegible scrawl always made her smile. No one assumed such a man to have sloppy handwriting, but it really was awful. She turned the pot on and slid her cup to the front of the counter, ready to wait patiently until he got home.

Hours later, as the night waned and the moon shone brightly overhead in the sky she heard his long-awaited scuffling at the door.

It opened and Aizawa slipped noiselessly inside, murmuring "I'm home."

"Hooray." She grinned at him from the couch and got up for a hug.

"I see you're feeling better," he said drily, arching his eyebrows.

"Yep. Much better."

"Oh?" His arms tightened around her. "You want to join me in the bath, then?"

She squealed happily and he snorted laughter at her reaction. Stooping slightly, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Elly reached into his capture weapon and removed his eye drops and goggles, setting them aside as he ran the water.

"You want to take anything else off while you're at it?"

She giggled wickedly, laying her ears back. "I'm not falling for that again. You take that weapon off."

He smiled and set her down, then unraveled it from his neck and shoulders. "Wise decision," he congratulated her. "Now that it's gone, however..."

"Oooh."

"Reach up under it. There..."

"How about here?"

He groaned. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once, groping him hungrily through his bodysuit and under it. He reached around and started pulling her clothes off as well, kissing every strip of uncovered flesh as it slid into view. His lips caught and suckled at her nipples until she cried out, weakly clutching the counter for support.

"Sho, stop a minute! My god!"

"You sure you're good enough to fool around in the tub?" Aizawa nipped lightly but his voice was serious. "Don't push yourself for something so frivolous."

"Frivolous?! I get what you're saying, but no. I feel better... look."

He watched as she bent and touched near her feet. "Ches, are you trying to touch your toes?"

"I couldn't before I hurt my back, either," she clarified with a snort, her tail twitching.

He coughed dry laughter. "Okay, I believe you. Top or bottom?"

"Oh, my." She whisked her tail around, her heart beginning to thump crazily in her chest at his quick change of tone.

"Took too long."

"Yeek!"

He leaped in and pulled her on top of him, chuckling when she hissed at the contact with the water. "It's warm enough, yes?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I guess my body was a little too hot."

He snorted louder laughter and kissed her throat. Things progressed fairly quickly after that, and as sex in a bathtub was difficult they settled for rubbing against one another. For awhile, the only sounds were their heavy breathing and splashes of water. But soon the toll of being on top began to wear and she groaned.

"You close, baby?"

Aizawa's only reply was to breathe harder, his head thrust between her breasts as they moved. More water slopped over the edge but neither noticed; they were too busy.

His hands clutched her rear, sliding on the slick flesh and he impatiently grasped the base of her tail instead, tugging hard as the weight in his groin grew. This caused her to shriek softly and bounce faster in an agony of desperate pleasure.

"Ah, good girl," he called out, his voice rough. "Keep it up. I'm - I'm close..!"

"Girl?" She protested mildly enough through her exertions.

"Ha!"

"It's okay, baby."

He blushed and sank down into the water, his gray eyes holding her own. Moments later they widened, his dark hair flying upright. His release was warmer than the water at this point and she felt it as he came, slicking her lower belly with his seed.

"Yellow." Aizawa winced and slid one hand between them while the other squeezed her waist. She stopped immediately, sliding awkwardly and grasping at the sides of the tub.

"You okay?"

One bleary eye opened. "Yes. Came too hard ... sorry. Can't go on. Here." The hand that had slid down her front found the top of her sex and rubbed vigorously in tight, hard little circles. Unprepared for this sudden, intense stimulation, her orgasm was as hard as his had been.

In fact, she screamed so loudly she managed to hurt her throat.

"Warn me! Next ... time," she coughed, flopping down to lay on his chest. "Please. More warning next time."

He chuckled and patted her back in a wordless apology.