The teachers spent one night a week getting together for dinner and drinks at a local bar. Participants came and went when they chose, sometimes never showing up at all or just a few times a year. There were, however, a few staples that almost always made it. Present Mic, Eraserhead, Midnight and Cheshire were there like clockwork every Friday.
Hizashi drank a lot, as usual, but today the food must have been slightly off or he was losing his tolerance. Halfway through the evening he started to look a little green and he excused himself to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later Aizawa had to drag him back out.
"Outside," he grunted, tugging on the Voice Hero's side. Hizashi had one arm slung over his friend and was wobbling unsteadily.
Elly's ears perked and she all but leaped from her seat. "Zashi? Is he okay?"
"No," Aizawa said shortly. He pushed the door open and half-dragged, half-carried his friend out, followed by the worried counselor. Midnight sighed, drained the rest of her glass and signaled the owner to bill them electronically. They did that often so it wasn't a problem. What turned out to be the issue was poor, obviously sick Hizashi.
"Looks like he ate some bad food."
"Wouldn't be from here, then." Aizawa shrugged. "It takes awhile for food to make you this ill." He pointed to where the blond man was trying desperately to hold everything in. He was very pale now, with hectic patches of color on his cheeks.
"Guys, I'm dyin' here," he panted. "I think I accidentally ate somethin' dairy, yo."
"Hizashi, you're lactose intolerant?"
"Damn near completely intolerant," Midnight confirmed. "He once had a bite of sausage from a sandwich someone offered him and was puking his guts out for the rest of the day."
"Comes an' goes," he wheezed. "It's been bad lately th -" He whipped around and threw nousily up in the alley.
"I'll take him back," Elly stepped in, her expression firm with resolve when she saw his suffering. "I've gone through this before and I know what needs to be done."
"If you're okay with it." Aizawa shrugged.
"He's a whiny baby when he's sick," Kayama sniffed disdainfully, staring down at the slumped over figure beside the counselor. She tapped her foot on the ground. "Just be aware that you're probably going to have to keep him from using his quirk. Last time he was sick he blew half the windows out of the complex."
"I can do that. I think," Elly murmured.
"Yes, but can you drive his car?"
"And will he let you?" Midnight snickered. "He loves that loud piece of shit."
"It's fine," Hizashi waved them off. "Just... get me a bag. I ain't gonna throw up in my car."
Elly grabbed a few bags from the bar and bundled the sick man up in the passenger seat of his old mustang. "What's your parking number?" She asked as she pulled out into the street.
"23-A," he moaned dismally. Then, "Oh god... not again."
Once they arrived on campus he let her guide him. Hizashi was too distraught to realize she led him to the wrong door. But after she ushered him inside and they took off their shoes, he noticed it smelled different. And when he raised his pale face, he saw they were in her house!
"Wait," he husked weakly, "isn't this your place?"
"Yes. Down the hall before you start again." Elly took him by the arm and led him to the bathroom. When they got there he assumed she would leave him, but she surprised him even in his state. She gently removed his red-rimmed, floating frame glasses and placed them on a counter. His knees buckled and he knelt by the toilet, opening the lid and seat so he could have the best access. Meanwhile, she was bustling about in the cabinets and running water while muttering to herself.
"There it is!"
Hizashi's stomach clenched, and he groaned loudly, clutching the counter on one side and the edge of her tub on the other. His hair had started to come undone from the messy bun he had tied it back in, but he was too dazed to do anything about it. He would have thrown up with it tangling in his mouth, but she deftly caught up the long, golden locks that had slipped free before then. He threw up a shower of bile and shivered, sweat standing on his brow and chilling his neck.
"It'll be okay," she told him quietly. Elly undid the man bun and gently pulled his hair back into a ponytail, then doubled it in a firm style that kept it away from his face.
Hizashi breathed hoarsely, spitting to clear his mouth out and shivering, when he felt a warm cloth wipe his neck. He sighed and rolled his neck back in a silent plea for the comforting cloth to soothe his face and it did, wiping his tightly-drawn brow and blotchy cheeks. Fingers stroked the back of his hair and he choked, then did it again.
After several more times his body only had the dry heaves. In some way this was far more unpleasant as there was no relief to be had.
"Unnn... I can't stop."
"You're emptied out now, though. Sit up, Zashi."
He rolled back on his haunches, his greenish-gold eyes hazy with pain. "Yeah, baby?"
Elly tried hard to shake off her shock at him calling her by that name, but there was a funny little warm spot in her own stomach when she heard him.
"O - okay, so. Dehydration is going to be an issue, and we need to stop those dry heaves. Stay put for now. I'm getting you some medicine."
"I - I can't take anythin' yet," he protested. "I already took a probiotic and lactose pills. If I try poppin' any more I'm just gonna barf again!"
"Don't worry. It's not pills." She darted off for the kitchen and rummaged around in a cabinet close by the floor. "Aha."
Hizashi had, of course, not listened to her and had followed, hugging closely to the wall as he stumbled after her. He frowned at the bottle she held in one hand. "Izzat alcohol? Are ya nuts?!"
"Blackberry brandy," she clarified, popping the top off and tossing some crushed ice from the freezer in a glass. Elly poured the brandy over the ice and shook it experimentally, watching it settle. "Here. Sip this slowly."
He took it, wrinkling his nose at the smell. But when he saw her watching him calmly, tail twitching behind her as though she could stand there all day, he sighed and took a sip.
"Hey!" His face brightened noticeably. "It's not that bad."
"It should settle your stomach," she told him. "After that and some rest you should be able to keep real medicine down. For now, though, finish that, okay?"
"Uh huh." He crunched an ice particle thoughtfully between his teeth. "You know - owww -- thanks. For lettin' me stay."
"I have what you need here." She shrugged. "And whatever you do to my bathroom can be cleaned up. It's nothing I haven't done myself before, anyway."
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that."
"Don't worry. It's not bad. You have amazing aim."
"Heh heh." He laughed feebly, then set the glass aside on the counter, seconds before doubling over in pain.
"That's it, time for bed."
He didn't even argue and once again let himself be led by the hand into her bedroom. It was dark and oddly comforting, especially after she turned on a large glitter lamp on the nightstand. He vaguely thought she would love his lava lamp before tripping over the edge of the bed.
"Lay down before you faint," she ordered.
"Okay, okay." He flopped over on his side, curling up instinctively into a ball. "Ugh... it hurts."
"I know. You already drank enough of the brandy, though. Does it feel a little better at least?"
"Maybe... but, um. Listen, can you rub my tummy?"
Elly's ears perked. "You said what now?"
Hizashi whimpered. "I dunno, it just feels like it would be soothing. I'm pressin' my hands on it but I'm so tired."
"Oh, honestly," she began, but when he sniffled sadly, she froze. "Wait. You're serious?"
His greenish-gold eyes were filled with tears, his lower lip trembling as he stared up at her in supplication.
"Oh, geez." She scrunched over on the bed so she was sitting close and reached over. "Stay still, now. Try to relax." Elly lifted his red shirt up, pushing it so she had access, and began gently rubbing his stomach. There were soft hairs on either side of his navel, and she tried very hard not to think about what she was doing.
It was worth it, however.
Hizashi tensed a little at her touch, at first, but soon relaxed into it. He hummed, a pleased sound, and closed his eyes. Her warm, smooth palm moved in circles, calming him enough for him to eventually drop off to sleep.
Elly yawned. She was tired as well, and didn't want to leave him. She tugged his shirt back and leaned as far down as she could for the fleece blanket that lay at the end of the bed. Shaking it out revealed it was big enough so she laid beside him, fully clothed, and pulled it up over them. They were both in need of sleep, so why not?
She woke a couple hours later comfortably warm, the scent of bubblegum-sweet hair product strong in her sensitive nose. Elly purred faintly as she woke, realizing she was not alone. Hizashi was tightly wedged up against her, clinging with his arms wrapped around her waist. His head was buried in her neck, his golden hair spilling down his shoulder onto her chest. Her face flaming hot, she hesitantly touched him and he snorted awake.
"Mwha?"
Oh my god his mustache is mussed.
She blinked at him in flustered confusion while he yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "How much did we sleep?"
"A couple hours. Do you always..?"
He squeezed her gently, grinning sheepishly as he did. "I, uh, can get kinda clingy," he half-apologized. "I don't do it to everybody though."
"Oh, good." She rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Um. You're still doing it."
"Sorry!" He jerked his hands back. "You were all warm and, like, purring and stuff. It felt good."
Elly was inclined to agree with him on this. His arms around her, though he had been sick, were still strong. They had felt very good.
His breath, however, was an absolute nightmare.
"Christ, Hizashi, you need to brush your teeth!"
He covered his mouth with a hand. "Erk."
"There's a new brush in the cabinet in the bathroom - use that. I always buy stuff when they're on sale so I have extra."
He nodded, lips pressed tightly together.
Elly shook herself the rest of the way awake and strode purposefully into the kitchen while he brushed his teeth.
Hizashi found the tooth brush and splorted a huge wad of paste onto its bristles. He was feeling much better physically, which meant the weight of his embarrassment was finally crushing him to pieces.
He had thrown up repeatedly in her toilet. While she watched. And clung to her like he was a child and she was his favorite stuffed animal as they slept.
They had slept together!
He groaned, losing control of his quirk in his dismay. The mirror rattled and he choked back the remainder of sound that wanted to escape his throat. There was no way he was going to break stuff in her home besides all the other embarrassing crap he had already done.
"What else did I do?" He whined, staring at his reflection. He grimaced, seeing himself, and quickly finished brushing. There was no way to clean up perfectly, but he washed his face and pulled his hair into a smoother ponytail. Then he grabbed his glasses off the counter and the world came completely back into focus again.
When he hesitantly crept into the main area, he found her bustling about with a pot on the stove and a box of crackers sitting on the table along with two place settings. His stomach immediately started to growl when he smelled the broth she was boiling.
"Oh, uh... gosh, Ches. You went to so much trouble for me."
Elly shook her head from where she was stirring the pot. "No way. I've been sick from food allergies like that before. I know how horrible it can be to try and struggle through that on your own." She turned the burner off and brought the pot to the table, pouring a small amount in each bowl.
Hizashi sat and watched her, his expression unusually enigmatic. He was thinking very, very hard. "Yeah," he said at last, his voice deepening. "But ... you didn't have to. You volunteered. When Shota was sick a few months ago, you didn't nurse him back to health."
She sat across from him at the table and picked up a spoon. "He's not you," she said simply. "Now eat slowly. If you're okay with the broth you can have a few crackers too."
He grinned and hung his head, though he kept his eyes on her. "Yes, mommy."
He felt so much better after eating that he was able to leave for his own place. Elly seemed relieved and he told himself it was probably because he was better and not that she wanted him out of there.
Though he felt a nagging suspicion all night long.
What had she meant by saying Shota wasn't him? It implied she did it only because it was Hizashi - and why would she?
Sometime around two a.m. he woke, his heart pounding heavily in his chest as his brain startled him awake with a memory.
"Mother of all shitfuck! I called her 'baby'!"
Hizashi remembered.
He sat up in bed, holding his knees tight to his chest with his eyes bulging brightly in the glow of the lava lamp nearby.
She had said, "sit up" or something and he had replied, like the idiot he was, "yeah, baby".
Shit.
Oh shit!
How was he going to live this down? Maybe he was imagining things. He frowned, sweating nervously. There was a possibility that he could be, after all, he had been sick as hell. But her hands on the back of his neck, and the cloth wiping him gently down - he remembered all of those things.
It had happened; he was sure of it.
Hizashi fumbled clumsily for his cell phone that lay beside him on the king-sized bed. He grabbed it and tapped on her name in his contact list, his fingers hovering over the keyboard...
...and stopped, dumbfounded.
"What th'hell do I even say?"
In the end he let his nerveless fingers drop the phone. He was a Pro Hero, sure, but he was a coward when it came to bugs - and also, apparently, the girl he liked. He berated himself until he dropped off to sleep again, tangled in his sheets with a fussy pout on his face.
The next morning at school the others were curious about how things had gone. Midnight kept poking Cheshire about "taking care of baby" until Hizashi's ears felt like they were going to melt off his head they were so hot.
"Quit sayin' I'm a baby!" He snapped after the seventeen time, his jaw clenched in anger and embarrassment.
Elly sighed and covered her face with one hand. She had come into the teacher's work area for some papers, and was now regretting her choice of not waiting for Midnight to leave.
"Oh? You're not? But she took such good <i>care</i> of you, Yamada -" She reached out and pinched his cheek and he flinched away.
"Knock it off." He sat back down at his computer, rubbing at his cheek in disgust. "You don't need to tease her 'cause of me. Just lay off."
"Ooooh, protective!" Midnight's eyes flashed with sudden intuition. "Are you sweet on our little counselor then, Voice Hero?" Her lilting tone rose at the end, mocking him as always.
Hizashi tugged on his long leather collar, ducking down into his neck speaker a ways. "She was real good to me, Kayama," he said in a deep, serious voice. "Don't joke about that anymore."
Midnight blinked, startled into silence for the first time in a long while. She pursed her ruby red lips and stared first at Hizashi, who was glaring back at her, and then at Elly. The counselor was blushing lightly, her eyes cast down.
"You two aren't any fun," she sighed at last, then sat down and started typing.
Hizashi slumped in his chair, relieved she had decided to stop bugging them. His eyes met Elly's over his laptop and they smiled at each other.
To his surprise, she motioned to the door. He stood somewhat uncertainly but moved when she did, walking out into the hall.
"Can I see you in my office?" She asked him softly.
"I, uh ... sure. Yeah." He followed her like a boy awaiting a scolding with his head hanging down. Though her smile had been warm, he was anticipating the worst.
Elly closed the door after him and flipped her sign so they wouldn't be disturbed. "Sit, Mic. It's okay."
He rubbed a hand over his mouth, dragging it down. "Er, well yeah. I mean, no problem."
"Thanks for standing up for me," she told him as she walked over.
He jumped when she laid a hand on his, resting on the arm of the chair. "Oh! That was ... Midnight can be a pain in the ass. You shouldn't hafta put up with her crap. Especially over me. It was my fault you were dragged into nurse duty the other night."
"I didn't mind." She squeezed and he swallowed hard.
"Well... look, I wanted to thank you but I didn't know what to do. Or what you'd like. Or - or if you'd be offended if I gave you flowers or -"
She sighed and leaned down to his level. "Mic... Hizashi."
"Er!"
"The only thing I want is to spend more time with you."
"More time?" He bit his lower lip, struggling to make sense of what she was saying. "Like, you want to see me more?"
She nodded.
There could be only one way to interpret this, along with the evidence he had from when he was sick. A million little touches and offhand comments, light brushes on his arms and hands, a pass in the crowded hallway. He realized things were far better than he had thought.
"Ohhhh. Wait. Okay, all right." He pulled his hand back and held it out in front of her. "Let me get this straight - you sayin' you like me, <i>baby</i>?"
"Took you long enough," she smiled back.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
The Art of Seduction
"Cheshire is, well... she's going through a hard time," Recovery Girl told the two teachers crowded into her room. "She's been holding everything in for so long that I'm afraid this last incident may have been the straw that broke the camel's back."
Midnight nodded. "Imagine - that -- happening with someone you were interested in." She blew air out lustily. "If she only wasn't such a downer, she could've enjoyed it."
Hizashi groaned, rubbing his mouth and dragging his gloved hand down his chin. "I swear I didn't know her outfit was that wrecked!"
"We know," the older woman told him firmly. "It's obvious you were helping. Hell, to us it's obvious you really like the girl."
He choked, his ears starting to burn. "'Course I like her," he replied a little too quickly. "I like everybody here, 'cept maybe Kayama when she gets too bossy."
Mudnight huffed and rolled her eyes. "You know what Recovery Girl means. You're so desperate to tap that stripey tail of hers you go out of your way every single morning to get her coffee from that place she likes."
His jaw dropped, showing his teeth as he struggled to find some way to respond. All he could manage was a juvenile, "Nuh uh!"
"Yeah huh," Midnight snickered. "You're not fooling anyone but her, Yamada. Trust us."
"I do not just wanna get laid," he snarled angrily. Without really thinking, he continued as he thrust a hand towards the general direction of the counselor's whereabouts, "I really-really like her! I want us to be a couple, yo!"
He froze as he realized he had said that out loud. His sunglasses slipped down his nose and he choked a little.
Midnight shrugged as if to say there you have it.
Hizashi groaned and rushed off as fast as he could, the 18+ Hero close on his heels. There was no way she was letting him off the hook, especially now.
The frosted glass pane on the counselor's office door was covered by a sign that said, "in session".
It was not a lie, though there were no students or even other teachers in there with her. No, this was for herself.
Elly concentrated on taking long, slow, deep breaths where she identified the scents in the room. There were flowers in the middle of her desk that a student had picked for her, and a cooling cup of coffee on the far left.
It was bad enough she had a desperate crush on the man, but to be caught in his arms with half of her bodysuit torn off during the fight? She wouldn't have cared as much if it had been anyone but him! Although he had acted like a true gentleman, giving her his jacket to cover herself with and turning away until she was decent. But honestly that had just made it a hundred times worse. To have the leather touching her skin that was still warm from the heat of his body, to smell his scent mixing with her own. He had been nearly speechless, embarrassed. He was probably disgusted.
Elly changed as fast as she could and handed Present Mic his jacket back with an awkward smile and thank you. When she had stumbled backwards crossing near the nurse's office, she had been rather brusquely told to come in for a checkup.
And this.
Now this ridiculousness.
Warm tears slipped over her trembling lip as she struggled to firm it by biting, her brow furrowing deeply.
No. More. Crying.
Elly breathed in, then out. She tried to force herself to blot out thoughts of coupling with the lean, tall hero. What would his breath would feel like on her neck besides hot and eager? His mouth crushing down onto her own, his leather-clad hands gripping her tightly... her mind wandered.
Then, sweetness and musk on her next inhale. Bubblegum and leather, with the faintest metallic smell. Leather. She shook her head, disgusted at herself. Phantom smells were truly a sign of the obsession she was trying very hard to overcome.
While she was trying to get a hold of her emotions, back in the lounge Midnight was still struggling to convince Present Mic that he was needed.
"You're going to have to convince her, I think," Kayama murmured. "However ridiculous I might personally think it is, I know she's hot for you. She doesn't give in because she doesn't think you feel the same way."
"M'not gonna force myself on her." He blinked rapidly and rubbed at his eyes under the sunglasses, surprised she would suggest such a thing.
"I'm not talking about that! Look, bottom line: sex with you will help her. She's reluctant to give in because she doesn't want to get hurt."
Hizashi's eyebrows rose so high it gave his forehead a pinched, triangular look. He cleared his throat and raised one finger, opened his mouth and then shut it. He groaned instead. "Ergh..."
"What's he whining about now?" Aizawa poked his head in the door with a frown. He was followed by Yagi, who had change bouncing in his palm for the vending machine.
"Finding it difficult to persuade the counselor he's got what she needs. The villain they fought used a kind of black market spray. It started her heat."
"Mic did what?!" Yagi dropped his money in favor of covering the blood spraying from his mouth.
"Kayama!" Hizashi gasped, his neck suddenly burning hot. He hid his face in his hands, shaking his head, and uttered another, louder groan.
"What? It's the truth."
Spluttering something about personal information, Yagi bent down and hastily started picking up his change.
"Listen, Yamada," his gruff friend said as he sat in the chair closest to him. "I'm not lying if I said I wouldn't have a problem doing what you need to. I get it. But she needs help, and fairly quick. If you wait too long, she'll be in terrible pain in a few hours. You remember what we learned about anthro types and mixes, right?"
"Especially with that shit she got on her," she pointed out. "It activates hard and fast."
"I - I just can't! I was raised right. I can't seduce her while she can't say no."
"Yamada, you're being an ass," Kayama snapped abruptly. "More than usual," she amended after a moment's thought.
He looked up sharply, hurt. "Hey."
"No, shut up. She wouldn't have gotten this way if she didn't want you! The spray means activated her desire. She still chooses who she wants."
"The logical solution to this problem is the one you're avoiding," Aizawa grunted. He poked him in the chest, stabbing the sharp metal zipper of his jacket into his skin through the white tank he wore underneath. "You both get what you need, she's healed, and we -" He gestured sourly around the lounge to indicate the staff in general, "We get peace and quiet instead of your infernal, lovesick whining every day."
"I don't - what? Wait, what didya say?"
"You'll be a couple. She's not going to let you go once she has you." Midnight shoved him at the door.
"Trust her on this one," Aizawa said as Hizashi tried to scramble back into the lounge.
"But -!"
"Is he gone?" Yagi asked pitifully.
And that was how Hizashi found himself wandering into Elly's office, nervous as hell and uncertain what he should do or say.
He found the counselor sitting at her desk with her eyes closed, breathing deeply in some sort of meditative ritual. As he watched, she suddenly frowned and then let out a long, quavering sigh. Her nose wrinkled delicately as she tested the air.
"Stupid," she muttered under her breath.
"Uh ... Ches?"
She fell completely out of her chair in shock, tumbling onto her side.
"Shit!" He darted around the desk to offer her assistance but she waved him off.
"I'm fine," she gasped. Elly brushed her hair away from her cheeks and sat up straight in her chair again. "Very fine. Perfectly okay, in fact." Her stunned gaze and the way her ears were askew said otherwise, however.
He took his prescription shades off so he could look into her eyes. "No," he disagreed in a curiously quiet, deep voice. "You're not."
She couldn't say anything to that. She wouldn't have been able to speak if her life depended on it, in fact. All Elly could do was stare, mesmerized, at his green-gold eyes with their concentric circles. They absolutely hypnotized her in her current state, making it easier for Hizashi to move forward and kiss the corner of her mouth very softly. Her purple eyes widened alarmingly, but she didn't move. A small squeak pushed out of her throat, the sound a helpless animal might make.
"Okay," Hizashi whispered, relieved. His mustache tickled as it moved on her skin, since he hadn't moved too far away after the kiss. "I guess that means they were right, huh. Let's make sure, 'kay?" He turned his head, reaching out with one hand, and gently caught the back of her head to pull her towards him. This time the kiss was firmly on her lips, and she might have thought she was dreaming but again the brush of his mustache on her skin was something she had never experienced before. This was definitely real.
It was happening.
He was a good kisser, but then she would have thought that no matter what. Hizashi was gentle, slow, flicking the very tip of his tongue to trace the contours of her lips. Their mouths brushed, partway open, yet he didn't thrust awkwardly inside or make things too wet. Instead he whispered her name softly, his voice thrumming with the controlled use of his quirk. This not only made her knees weak but she let out a low moan, grasping his wide leather collar in both hands.
He broke the kiss before it could take them farther.
"M - Mic?"
"Aw, cute," he grinned, cupping her chin with his thumb rubbing her lower lip. "Don't sound so disappointed, baby. We just have to go somewhere private before we can continue."
"Mic!" She gasped, panicking, as he picked her up out of the chair.
"You better start callin' me by my given name if we're gonna be a couple, Els."
Her jaw dropped. "Hizashi?"
"That's my name," he chirped happily. "So, your place or mine? I've got a king-sized bed, you know."
"Hizashi!"
"Is that your answer?" He hummed seductively, turning the mundane sound into a tactile sensation like before. Elly sighed and wished he had taken off his directional speaker so she could throw her arms around his neck. She settled for squirming around enough to nibble on his ear, but then she remembered his earphones and growled, catlike, with annoyance.
"Yours is closer. All this stuff in the way -" She nipped the metal of his speaker, "has to go. And soon!"
Hizashi gulped, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Yes, ma'am!" He checked as they exited the building, then, seeing it was clear sprinted as fast as he could for the complex where the teachers lived.
His home was warm and friendly, with a fluffy area rug under the table in the living room and a squishy-looking couch. Bookshelves lined the walls but instead of books they held CDs and records, and in the middle was a very nice entertainment center. She took all this in at a glance, since he rushed past and down the hall into his bedroom. He set her down on the edge of his large bed, then sighed.
"Let me take this off." He grunted, hefting his neck gear up and setting it on a nightstand. It nearly knocked the lava lamp that was sitting there to the floor and he swore, reaching out a hand to steady it. "Oops. Maybe they should go on the ground."
She handed him hers, made visible as soon as she took it off. The two were somewhat similar neck speakers, though hers had a breathing apparatus as well as being thinner, with the wide cat's grin painted on the front. Seeing them together, lumped next to each other on his bedroom floor was somehow so intimate that her breath caught in her throat.
"'Sup?" He was stretching, arms over his head as he smiled down at her.
"Your home is so you," she murmured. "I imagined it would be a lot of, I don't know, nineties decor? But all this seventies kitsch suits you."
He blushed, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck and chuckling. "Aw. It's not that thought out. I just bought what I liked." Hizashi sat beside her, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "It's cool that you like it, too."
They kissed for awhile, their breathing harsh and growing rougher in the still silence of the apartment. This time when his tongue pressed on her lips she not only parted them, but gently sucked it inside. Hizashi whimpered and clung to her, daring to slip a hand along her bodysuit to the fur covering her chest. The bed squeaked a little when she shifted, running her hand up his bare neck as he lightly stroked her breasts.
"Mmn. Your hair is softer than I thought," she marveled, patting it gingerly.
"It's just spray and some wax." He ran his fingers through it, pulling it easily down to fall around him. "I couldn't get away with using too much product every day. It'd fall out." Hizashi paused, blinking at her in confusion. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Your hair," she repeated thickly. Her hands reached out of their own accord to bury themselves in the flowing, golden tresses. "Oh, Zashi. I've never seen you like this."
"Not a lot of people have," he confessed. "I always tie it back 'cause it's such a pain in the ass."
"Oh god." She crawled into his lap, pressing her mouth to his tightly. "Oh shit, that's so hot," she groaned around his lips and tongue. He was pushed down on his back on the bed and he let her take the lead willingly, his heart racing at the thought that he had made her lose control.
"Mnn, baby, if I'd've known you were this hot for me, I would've hit on you ages ago."
She bit his lower lip, not too hard, and then dragged backwards, causing him to shiver. "Me too!"
He giggled and then moaned as she licked his Adam's apple. "Oh, hey now. What's this?" She kissed his throat, purring, and he wrapped his arms low around her waist with a shiver. "Ya gonna worship my quirk now? Shit, babygirl, yer - yer somethin' else." His words started to slur as the warmth of her mouth covered him in kisses. "I'm - mmm... I'm'a do you next."
"My quirk is invisibility. How would you even..?"
"Well you make - make yerself invisible, right?" His voice, she noted fondly, had a tendency not only to start slurring but he leaned heavily into slang when he was aroused. "That means I get ta kiss yer whooole body." Elly went limp at the thought and he rolled her quickly over, kneeling on either side.
"Zashi," she husked, a little anxiety creeping into her voice. "Zashi, I'm so hot ... what's going on?"
"Didn't Chiyo tell ya?"
"Yes, but - but my heats aren't like this! I can hardly..." She trailed off, breathing hard.
"The spray you got hit with makes it, uh, somethin' more. Plus 'cause I was there. S'okay, babe, I'm gonna help."
"Oh god, please yes."
He was unable to hold back a truly happy, loud laugh that reverberated in the room, rattling the window frames. "We gotta get undressed, first. Does this have a zipper or..?"
"Front," she gasped through numb lips. "It's hidden."
"Ahhh." He found and dragged it carefully down. "Mnn, pretty," he commented on her purple underwear. "And practical. Wow, this is under armour!" He tugged on the suit, pulling it down and tossing it on top of their speakers.
Elly arched her back, licking her dry lips and panting. Hizashi's hands were super gentle, feathery light on her skin as he stroked around the remaining bits of clothing.
"M'sure you wear protective gear, too," she managed to say despite the distraction of his touch.
"Oh, I do. Wanna see?"
She choked and nodded. Hizashi shucked his heavy leather coat and just as fast the simple white tank top underneath. He hesitated slightly as his fingertips touched the buckle on his belt, but when he glanced over at Elly she was staring, wide-eyed and bright blotches of red on her cheeks.
Smirking just a little, he popped the catch and unzipped the tight leather pants. It was, as always, a struggle to wrighle out of them but worth it. By the end her breathing was coming in harsh, desperately rough pants as he kicked them off.
"Most of the guys wear cups an' stuff," he explained as her eyes wandered down the downy trail of hair to his groin. He wore red boxer briefs, but over the top was an elaborate protective shell. "Hey, you didn't think I could wear those tight pants without one, did ya?"
She pursed her lips at the thought. "Of course not. Otherwise... um."
He burst into good-natured laughter. "They would leave absolutely nothin' to yer imagination, babe. Trust me. I tried 'em on once without it."
"Is it uncomfortable?" Her fingers trailed down the hard cup.
"Not usually," he squeaked. "But I really wanna take it off right now."
"Aren't these supposed to go on under your briefs?" She found a snap and unfastened it, causing the guard to fall off onto the sheets.
"Yes," he wheezed, barely able to control himself now that her hand hovered inches from the freed bulge in his underwear. "It's a special one."
"I'll say."
He hiccupped, his glorious green eyes filming over in a dreamy haze as she peeled the briefs off and touched him. "Oh. Oh, shit. I didn't think this through."
"Mnn?" Elly turned her attention away from his stiff member with an effort. She wanted very much to kiss him there, someplace on him where few, if any, had touched before.
"I'm too excited," he confessed. "I feel like a kid again. Here, let it be your turn for awhile. Besides," he grinned sheepishly, "I'm dying to know if you're a screamer like me." He whispered this last into one of her furry ears.
"Hizashi," she groaned.
"Well, I wanna know." He giggled wickedly and laid his lips against her throat, humming again.
"Yeek! How did you ever figure out that use of your quirk?!"
He shrugged. "Trial and error? I thought it might feel good. Like, uh." He coughed. "You know, since they sell vibrators and all."
"Oh god."
"What's that?" He kissed her and she clung to him.
"I didn't even think of that!"
He smirked at her, liking the way she squirmed under his gaze. "Maybe later," he promised. "We've got lots of time, huh?"
"Yes."
He concentrated on kissing her and fondling her breasts, finding out how she liked to be touched. The leather of his gloves was surprisingly soft, the contrast between that and his fingertips driving her wild. Elly dug her fingers into his shoulder blades and he whistled with pleasure.
"Hey, no clawing, kitty."
"Sorry. But you're such a tease," she moaned.
"Mmn. I just wanna take things slow." He kissed her neck and she wrapped her legs around him. "Make our first time really good."
"You're so talkative." She drew him close for a kiss. "It's so perfectly you. I love it. I've never talked so much during foreplay!"
"Nmm." He giggled when she licked his mustache. "But babe, how else we gonna know what the other likes?"
"I can tell you something silly I like about you."
"Oooh." He flipped his hair back with an expectant grin.
"You're so tall - god, you feel so big when you hold me."
"Aw, baby, compared to you! Yer a tiny little thing." He unhooked her bra and she moved languidly to help him slip it off.
"I'm five foot four... maybe five," she told him firmly, arching her back. "That's not 'tiny'."
"But I'm six one. 'Course yer gonna look smaller compared to me." He paused, raising an eyebrow. "D'ya like it? You sounded like..."
"I love almost everything about you," she said with a huge smile on her face, ears laying on either side of her head.
"Aww." He kissed her left breast and she shivered. "Can I shower you with praise now? My turn?" His mustache points tickled as he nuzzled her chest. "Yer beautiful."
"Oh, Zashi." She blushed shyly.
He let out a tiny squeal. "That's so frickin' cute! Say it again." He let his hands wander while he wrapped his lips around a nipple.
"Zashi!" She gasped. "Your hands!"
"Uh huh. Ohhh... want the gloves off? I kinda forgot about them." Without waiting for an answer he sat up and nipped the edge of one with his teeth. Elly stared, her heart beating faster as he pulled them off one after the other.
She fixed him with an unwavering stare, her purple eyes smoldering. "That's it. Undress me, Hizashi Yamada, and take me right now."
"But -"
"Right now, please!"
"Okay, baby, relax. You ... oh, you - you cheater," he yelped as she wrapped her soft thighs around his length. "F - fuck. I promise! Here!" He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them off hurriedly. "Oh god, baby, just wait a second. Mmm, wait ..."
She gasped and hiked her legs up around his waist once more when she felt him angling around. He set the tip of his member on her open body and shuddered all over.
"Yes!"
"Yer so hot," he whimpered. "I know I gotta come in you for your heat, but - but I never -"
"If you've never done it before, I want you more than ever!" Elly plunged her hands in his hair and bucked upwards.
"Possessive," he murmured. "Even. Fucking. Hotter. A'ight, shhhhh, now. Hold me." He took a deep breath and thrust slow but very steady, moving smoothly all the way until their bellies touched.
Her cry was ecstatic. Hizashi moaned, and pulled himself up on shaky arms above her. His eyes were dreamy and lips parted sensuously; he paused for a heart-stopping moment to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by her inside and out.
Then he began to move.
He immediately knew he was not going to last and he regretted this but from her reaction she seemed to be enjoying herself. Her body moved with his, deepening his thrusts and bringing them to higher levels of pleasure. Strangely, though he had been talkative before he was mostly silent now except for a low series of pants and guttural groaning that matched his movements.
"Baby, I'm so close," he whispered in her mouth as they shared an unending kiss, latched together at mouth as well as groin. "D'ya need more? Faster, slower..?"
"Up," she panted roughly. "Grind on me when you enter - that, like that! F - faster, Zashi!"
The bed creaked as he pounded away at her, the seconds spilling into minutes. Hizashi suddenly threw his head back, his long hair streaming out behind him.
He'd warned her he was a screamer.
"Oh Ches, baby. Baby, I'm gonna - !" The actual yell was inarticulate but powerful; she came a moment after he did and when she had shivered back to reality she saw he was looking around his room with a wry look on his face.
"Zashi, wha' happened? You look kinda pissed." She had to work to pull herself together through the aftershock of her orgasm.
"I broke the windows," he grumped, crossing his arms in a remarkable imitation of his grumpy friend, though he didn't know that. He paused, then hung his head. "All of them."
"Oh, maybe it's not that bad." Elly frowned. "I - is that people out there in the... oh my god, did you mean every window in the complex?!"
He chewed on his lip nervously and nodded. "Uh huh."
"Has this ever happened to you before?"
He slowly shook his head.
"First time? This many?"
He nodded, looking even more embarrassed. "What'm I gonna tell everybody?!"
She sighed and sat up, hugging him tight despite their sweaty bodies. "You mean what are we going to tell them. You're not alone anymore."
He brightened up all at once and hugged her back. "Thanks, babe. That helps a lot."
"I still don't know what we're going to tell them, though."
"For real, yo," he groaned.
Midnight nodded. "Imagine - that -- happening with someone you were interested in." She blew air out lustily. "If she only wasn't such a downer, she could've enjoyed it."
Hizashi groaned, rubbing his mouth and dragging his gloved hand down his chin. "I swear I didn't know her outfit was that wrecked!"
"We know," the older woman told him firmly. "It's obvious you were helping. Hell, to us it's obvious you really like the girl."
He choked, his ears starting to burn. "'Course I like her," he replied a little too quickly. "I like everybody here, 'cept maybe Kayama when she gets too bossy."
Mudnight huffed and rolled her eyes. "You know what Recovery Girl means. You're so desperate to tap that stripey tail of hers you go out of your way every single morning to get her coffee from that place she likes."
His jaw dropped, showing his teeth as he struggled to find some way to respond. All he could manage was a juvenile, "Nuh uh!"
"Yeah huh," Midnight snickered. "You're not fooling anyone but her, Yamada. Trust us."
"I do not just wanna get laid," he snarled angrily. Without really thinking, he continued as he thrust a hand towards the general direction of the counselor's whereabouts, "I really-really like her! I want us to be a couple, yo!"
He froze as he realized he had said that out loud. His sunglasses slipped down his nose and he choked a little.
Midnight shrugged as if to say there you have it.
Hizashi groaned and rushed off as fast as he could, the 18+ Hero close on his heels. There was no way she was letting him off the hook, especially now.
The frosted glass pane on the counselor's office door was covered by a sign that said, "in session".
It was not a lie, though there were no students or even other teachers in there with her. No, this was for herself.
Elly concentrated on taking long, slow, deep breaths where she identified the scents in the room. There were flowers in the middle of her desk that a student had picked for her, and a cooling cup of coffee on the far left.
It was bad enough she had a desperate crush on the man, but to be caught in his arms with half of her bodysuit torn off during the fight? She wouldn't have cared as much if it had been anyone but him! Although he had acted like a true gentleman, giving her his jacket to cover herself with and turning away until she was decent. But honestly that had just made it a hundred times worse. To have the leather touching her skin that was still warm from the heat of his body, to smell his scent mixing with her own. He had been nearly speechless, embarrassed. He was probably disgusted.
Elly changed as fast as she could and handed Present Mic his jacket back with an awkward smile and thank you. When she had stumbled backwards crossing near the nurse's office, she had been rather brusquely told to come in for a checkup.
And this.
Now this ridiculousness.
Warm tears slipped over her trembling lip as she struggled to firm it by biting, her brow furrowing deeply.
No. More. Crying.
Elly breathed in, then out. She tried to force herself to blot out thoughts of coupling with the lean, tall hero. What would his breath would feel like on her neck besides hot and eager? His mouth crushing down onto her own, his leather-clad hands gripping her tightly... her mind wandered.
Then, sweetness and musk on her next inhale. Bubblegum and leather, with the faintest metallic smell. Leather. She shook her head, disgusted at herself. Phantom smells were truly a sign of the obsession she was trying very hard to overcome.
While she was trying to get a hold of her emotions, back in the lounge Midnight was still struggling to convince Present Mic that he was needed.
"You're going to have to convince her, I think," Kayama murmured. "However ridiculous I might personally think it is, I know she's hot for you. She doesn't give in because she doesn't think you feel the same way."
"M'not gonna force myself on her." He blinked rapidly and rubbed at his eyes under the sunglasses, surprised she would suggest such a thing.
"I'm not talking about that! Look, bottom line: sex with you will help her. She's reluctant to give in because she doesn't want to get hurt."
Hizashi's eyebrows rose so high it gave his forehead a pinched, triangular look. He cleared his throat and raised one finger, opened his mouth and then shut it. He groaned instead. "Ergh..."
"What's he whining about now?" Aizawa poked his head in the door with a frown. He was followed by Yagi, who had change bouncing in his palm for the vending machine.
"Finding it difficult to persuade the counselor he's got what she needs. The villain they fought used a kind of black market spray. It started her heat."
"Mic did what?!" Yagi dropped his money in favor of covering the blood spraying from his mouth.
"Kayama!" Hizashi gasped, his neck suddenly burning hot. He hid his face in his hands, shaking his head, and uttered another, louder groan.
"What? It's the truth."
Spluttering something about personal information, Yagi bent down and hastily started picking up his change.
"Listen, Yamada," his gruff friend said as he sat in the chair closest to him. "I'm not lying if I said I wouldn't have a problem doing what you need to. I get it. But she needs help, and fairly quick. If you wait too long, she'll be in terrible pain in a few hours. You remember what we learned about anthro types and mixes, right?"
"Especially with that shit she got on her," she pointed out. "It activates hard and fast."
"I - I just can't! I was raised right. I can't seduce her while she can't say no."
"Yamada, you're being an ass," Kayama snapped abruptly. "More than usual," she amended after a moment's thought.
He looked up sharply, hurt. "Hey."
"No, shut up. She wouldn't have gotten this way if she didn't want you! The spray means activated her desire. She still chooses who she wants."
"The logical solution to this problem is the one you're avoiding," Aizawa grunted. He poked him in the chest, stabbing the sharp metal zipper of his jacket into his skin through the white tank he wore underneath. "You both get what you need, she's healed, and we -" He gestured sourly around the lounge to indicate the staff in general, "We get peace and quiet instead of your infernal, lovesick whining every day."
"I don't - what? Wait, what didya say?"
"You'll be a couple. She's not going to let you go once she has you." Midnight shoved him at the door.
"Trust her on this one," Aizawa said as Hizashi tried to scramble back into the lounge.
"But -!"
"Is he gone?" Yagi asked pitifully.
And that was how Hizashi found himself wandering into Elly's office, nervous as hell and uncertain what he should do or say.
He found the counselor sitting at her desk with her eyes closed, breathing deeply in some sort of meditative ritual. As he watched, she suddenly frowned and then let out a long, quavering sigh. Her nose wrinkled delicately as she tested the air.
"Stupid," she muttered under her breath.
"Uh ... Ches?"
She fell completely out of her chair in shock, tumbling onto her side.
"Shit!" He darted around the desk to offer her assistance but she waved him off.
"I'm fine," she gasped. Elly brushed her hair away from her cheeks and sat up straight in her chair again. "Very fine. Perfectly okay, in fact." Her stunned gaze and the way her ears were askew said otherwise, however.
He took his prescription shades off so he could look into her eyes. "No," he disagreed in a curiously quiet, deep voice. "You're not."
She couldn't say anything to that. She wouldn't have been able to speak if her life depended on it, in fact. All Elly could do was stare, mesmerized, at his green-gold eyes with their concentric circles. They absolutely hypnotized her in her current state, making it easier for Hizashi to move forward and kiss the corner of her mouth very softly. Her purple eyes widened alarmingly, but she didn't move. A small squeak pushed out of her throat, the sound a helpless animal might make.
"Okay," Hizashi whispered, relieved. His mustache tickled as it moved on her skin, since he hadn't moved too far away after the kiss. "I guess that means they were right, huh. Let's make sure, 'kay?" He turned his head, reaching out with one hand, and gently caught the back of her head to pull her towards him. This time the kiss was firmly on her lips, and she might have thought she was dreaming but again the brush of his mustache on her skin was something she had never experienced before. This was definitely real.
It was happening.
He was a good kisser, but then she would have thought that no matter what. Hizashi was gentle, slow, flicking the very tip of his tongue to trace the contours of her lips. Their mouths brushed, partway open, yet he didn't thrust awkwardly inside or make things too wet. Instead he whispered her name softly, his voice thrumming with the controlled use of his quirk. This not only made her knees weak but she let out a low moan, grasping his wide leather collar in both hands.
He broke the kiss before it could take them farther.
"M - Mic?"
"Aw, cute," he grinned, cupping her chin with his thumb rubbing her lower lip. "Don't sound so disappointed, baby. We just have to go somewhere private before we can continue."
"Mic!" She gasped, panicking, as he picked her up out of the chair.
"You better start callin' me by my given name if we're gonna be a couple, Els."
Her jaw dropped. "Hizashi?"
"That's my name," he chirped happily. "So, your place or mine? I've got a king-sized bed, you know."
"Hizashi!"
"Is that your answer?" He hummed seductively, turning the mundane sound into a tactile sensation like before. Elly sighed and wished he had taken off his directional speaker so she could throw her arms around his neck. She settled for squirming around enough to nibble on his ear, but then she remembered his earphones and growled, catlike, with annoyance.
"Yours is closer. All this stuff in the way -" She nipped the metal of his speaker, "has to go. And soon!"
Hizashi gulped, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Yes, ma'am!" He checked as they exited the building, then, seeing it was clear sprinted as fast as he could for the complex where the teachers lived.
His home was warm and friendly, with a fluffy area rug under the table in the living room and a squishy-looking couch. Bookshelves lined the walls but instead of books they held CDs and records, and in the middle was a very nice entertainment center. She took all this in at a glance, since he rushed past and down the hall into his bedroom. He set her down on the edge of his large bed, then sighed.
"Let me take this off." He grunted, hefting his neck gear up and setting it on a nightstand. It nearly knocked the lava lamp that was sitting there to the floor and he swore, reaching out a hand to steady it. "Oops. Maybe they should go on the ground."
She handed him hers, made visible as soon as she took it off. The two were somewhat similar neck speakers, though hers had a breathing apparatus as well as being thinner, with the wide cat's grin painted on the front. Seeing them together, lumped next to each other on his bedroom floor was somehow so intimate that her breath caught in her throat.
"'Sup?" He was stretching, arms over his head as he smiled down at her.
"Your home is so you," she murmured. "I imagined it would be a lot of, I don't know, nineties decor? But all this seventies kitsch suits you."
He blushed, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck and chuckling. "Aw. It's not that thought out. I just bought what I liked." Hizashi sat beside her, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "It's cool that you like it, too."
They kissed for awhile, their breathing harsh and growing rougher in the still silence of the apartment. This time when his tongue pressed on her lips she not only parted them, but gently sucked it inside. Hizashi whimpered and clung to her, daring to slip a hand along her bodysuit to the fur covering her chest. The bed squeaked a little when she shifted, running her hand up his bare neck as he lightly stroked her breasts.
"Mmn. Your hair is softer than I thought," she marveled, patting it gingerly.
"It's just spray and some wax." He ran his fingers through it, pulling it easily down to fall around him. "I couldn't get away with using too much product every day. It'd fall out." Hizashi paused, blinking at her in confusion. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Your hair," she repeated thickly. Her hands reached out of their own accord to bury themselves in the flowing, golden tresses. "Oh, Zashi. I've never seen you like this."
"Not a lot of people have," he confessed. "I always tie it back 'cause it's such a pain in the ass."
"Oh god." She crawled into his lap, pressing her mouth to his tightly. "Oh shit, that's so hot," she groaned around his lips and tongue. He was pushed down on his back on the bed and he let her take the lead willingly, his heart racing at the thought that he had made her lose control.
"Mnn, baby, if I'd've known you were this hot for me, I would've hit on you ages ago."
She bit his lower lip, not too hard, and then dragged backwards, causing him to shiver. "Me too!"
He giggled and then moaned as she licked his Adam's apple. "Oh, hey now. What's this?" She kissed his throat, purring, and he wrapped his arms low around her waist with a shiver. "Ya gonna worship my quirk now? Shit, babygirl, yer - yer somethin' else." His words started to slur as the warmth of her mouth covered him in kisses. "I'm - mmm... I'm'a do you next."
"My quirk is invisibility. How would you even..?"
"Well you make - make yerself invisible, right?" His voice, she noted fondly, had a tendency not only to start slurring but he leaned heavily into slang when he was aroused. "That means I get ta kiss yer whooole body." Elly went limp at the thought and he rolled her quickly over, kneeling on either side.
"Zashi," she husked, a little anxiety creeping into her voice. "Zashi, I'm so hot ... what's going on?"
"Didn't Chiyo tell ya?"
"Yes, but - but my heats aren't like this! I can hardly..." She trailed off, breathing hard.
"The spray you got hit with makes it, uh, somethin' more. Plus 'cause I was there. S'okay, babe, I'm gonna help."
"Oh god, please yes."
He was unable to hold back a truly happy, loud laugh that reverberated in the room, rattling the window frames. "We gotta get undressed, first. Does this have a zipper or..?"
"Front," she gasped through numb lips. "It's hidden."
"Ahhh." He found and dragged it carefully down. "Mnn, pretty," he commented on her purple underwear. "And practical. Wow, this is under armour!" He tugged on the suit, pulling it down and tossing it on top of their speakers.
Elly arched her back, licking her dry lips and panting. Hizashi's hands were super gentle, feathery light on her skin as he stroked around the remaining bits of clothing.
"M'sure you wear protective gear, too," she managed to say despite the distraction of his touch.
"Oh, I do. Wanna see?"
She choked and nodded. Hizashi shucked his heavy leather coat and just as fast the simple white tank top underneath. He hesitated slightly as his fingertips touched the buckle on his belt, but when he glanced over at Elly she was staring, wide-eyed and bright blotches of red on her cheeks.
Smirking just a little, he popped the catch and unzipped the tight leather pants. It was, as always, a struggle to wrighle out of them but worth it. By the end her breathing was coming in harsh, desperately rough pants as he kicked them off.
"Most of the guys wear cups an' stuff," he explained as her eyes wandered down the downy trail of hair to his groin. He wore red boxer briefs, but over the top was an elaborate protective shell. "Hey, you didn't think I could wear those tight pants without one, did ya?"
She pursed her lips at the thought. "Of course not. Otherwise... um."
He burst into good-natured laughter. "They would leave absolutely nothin' to yer imagination, babe. Trust me. I tried 'em on once without it."
"Is it uncomfortable?" Her fingers trailed down the hard cup.
"Not usually," he squeaked. "But I really wanna take it off right now."
"Aren't these supposed to go on under your briefs?" She found a snap and unfastened it, causing the guard to fall off onto the sheets.
"Yes," he wheezed, barely able to control himself now that her hand hovered inches from the freed bulge in his underwear. "It's a special one."
"I'll say."
He hiccupped, his glorious green eyes filming over in a dreamy haze as she peeled the briefs off and touched him. "Oh. Oh, shit. I didn't think this through."
"Mnn?" Elly turned her attention away from his stiff member with an effort. She wanted very much to kiss him there, someplace on him where few, if any, had touched before.
"I'm too excited," he confessed. "I feel like a kid again. Here, let it be your turn for awhile. Besides," he grinned sheepishly, "I'm dying to know if you're a screamer like me." He whispered this last into one of her furry ears.
"Hizashi," she groaned.
"Well, I wanna know." He giggled wickedly and laid his lips against her throat, humming again.
"Yeek! How did you ever figure out that use of your quirk?!"
He shrugged. "Trial and error? I thought it might feel good. Like, uh." He coughed. "You know, since they sell vibrators and all."
"Oh god."
"What's that?" He kissed her and she clung to him.
"I didn't even think of that!"
He smirked at her, liking the way she squirmed under his gaze. "Maybe later," he promised. "We've got lots of time, huh?"
"Yes."
He concentrated on kissing her and fondling her breasts, finding out how she liked to be touched. The leather of his gloves was surprisingly soft, the contrast between that and his fingertips driving her wild. Elly dug her fingers into his shoulder blades and he whistled with pleasure.
"Hey, no clawing, kitty."
"Sorry. But you're such a tease," she moaned.
"Mmn. I just wanna take things slow." He kissed her neck and she wrapped her legs around him. "Make our first time really good."
"You're so talkative." She drew him close for a kiss. "It's so perfectly you. I love it. I've never talked so much during foreplay!"
"Nmm." He giggled when she licked his mustache. "But babe, how else we gonna know what the other likes?"
"I can tell you something silly I like about you."
"Oooh." He flipped his hair back with an expectant grin.
"You're so tall - god, you feel so big when you hold me."
"Aw, baby, compared to you! Yer a tiny little thing." He unhooked her bra and she moved languidly to help him slip it off.
"I'm five foot four... maybe five," she told him firmly, arching her back. "That's not 'tiny'."
"But I'm six one. 'Course yer gonna look smaller compared to me." He paused, raising an eyebrow. "D'ya like it? You sounded like..."
"I love almost everything about you," she said with a huge smile on her face, ears laying on either side of her head.
"Aww." He kissed her left breast and she shivered. "Can I shower you with praise now? My turn?" His mustache points tickled as he nuzzled her chest. "Yer beautiful."
"Oh, Zashi." She blushed shyly.
He let out a tiny squeal. "That's so frickin' cute! Say it again." He let his hands wander while he wrapped his lips around a nipple.
"Zashi!" She gasped. "Your hands!"
"Uh huh. Ohhh... want the gloves off? I kinda forgot about them." Without waiting for an answer he sat up and nipped the edge of one with his teeth. Elly stared, her heart beating faster as he pulled them off one after the other.
She fixed him with an unwavering stare, her purple eyes smoldering. "That's it. Undress me, Hizashi Yamada, and take me right now."
"But -"
"Right now, please!"
"Okay, baby, relax. You ... oh, you - you cheater," he yelped as she wrapped her soft thighs around his length. "F - fuck. I promise! Here!" He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them off hurriedly. "Oh god, baby, just wait a second. Mmm, wait ..."
She gasped and hiked her legs up around his waist once more when she felt him angling around. He set the tip of his member on her open body and shuddered all over.
"Yes!"
"Yer so hot," he whimpered. "I know I gotta come in you for your heat, but - but I never -"
"If you've never done it before, I want you more than ever!" Elly plunged her hands in his hair and bucked upwards.
"Possessive," he murmured. "Even. Fucking. Hotter. A'ight, shhhhh, now. Hold me." He took a deep breath and thrust slow but very steady, moving smoothly all the way until their bellies touched.
Her cry was ecstatic. Hizashi moaned, and pulled himself up on shaky arms above her. His eyes were dreamy and lips parted sensuously; he paused for a heart-stopping moment to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by her inside and out.
Then he began to move.
He immediately knew he was not going to last and he regretted this but from her reaction she seemed to be enjoying herself. Her body moved with his, deepening his thrusts and bringing them to higher levels of pleasure. Strangely, though he had been talkative before he was mostly silent now except for a low series of pants and guttural groaning that matched his movements.
"Baby, I'm so close," he whispered in her mouth as they shared an unending kiss, latched together at mouth as well as groin. "D'ya need more? Faster, slower..?"
"Up," she panted roughly. "Grind on me when you enter - that, like that! F - faster, Zashi!"
The bed creaked as he pounded away at her, the seconds spilling into minutes. Hizashi suddenly threw his head back, his long hair streaming out behind him.
He'd warned her he was a screamer.
"Oh Ches, baby. Baby, I'm gonna - !" The actual yell was inarticulate but powerful; she came a moment after he did and when she had shivered back to reality she saw he was looking around his room with a wry look on his face.
"Zashi, wha' happened? You look kinda pissed." She had to work to pull herself together through the aftershock of her orgasm.
"I broke the windows," he grumped, crossing his arms in a remarkable imitation of his grumpy friend, though he didn't know that. He paused, then hung his head. "All of them."
"Oh, maybe it's not that bad." Elly frowned. "I - is that people out there in the... oh my god, did you mean every window in the complex?!"
He chewed on his lip nervously and nodded. "Uh huh."
"Has this ever happened to you before?"
He slowly shook his head.
"First time? This many?"
He nodded, looking even more embarrassed. "What'm I gonna tell everybody?!"
She sighed and sat up, hugging him tight despite their sweaty bodies. "You mean what are we going to tell them. You're not alone anymore."
He brightened up all at once and hugged her back. "Thanks, babe. That helps a lot."
"I still don't know what we're going to tell them, though."
"For real, yo," he groaned.
Golden 5
Shota was nervous.
He seldom went to an art exhibit with a date ... no, if he were to be honest, he had gone only once with someone and rarely on any public dates at all. He had been happy to go it alone for so long that he forgot how it felt like to care about his appearance. He wore a decent outfit, not a tux but very nearly. A soft, black vest snugly fit his body over a charcoal gray, long-sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. He had pressed his slacks to perfection and polished his shoes as well. A long, black coat eould complete this ensemble when he left, though they wouldn't be out in the cold long.
The most important part of his makeover had been to shave his stubble into some semblance of form instead of an unruly mass. Shota took his time and also worked his dark hair up into a neat bun. Besides this, he wore an intricate silver ring set with several small rubies on his right hand that had belonged to his grandfather.
"Geez, are you really just going to the gallery?"
He paused in the act of trying to decide if he should wear cologne or not. "Yes."
Hitoshi pointed. "Wear it," he suggested. "You bought it for her, right? If it's something new, she'll probably get excited you went to all the effort."
He raised an eyebrow at the teenager. "How did you get so knowledgeable about dating all of a sudden?"
"Internet," he answered promptly. "I kept asking questions on reddit and stuff. I googled a bunch of different articles and stuff, too."
"Well, I'm not sure but I did ask the woman behind the counter what scent a cat mix would like." He spoke almost to himself and then jumped guiltily when he was reminded of his son.
Hitoshi just rolled his tired-looking eyes. "You've dropped enough clues that I knew she was an anthro or a mix already. Relax."
He grunted and splashed the cologne on his neck and wrists. "You okay by yourself all night?" Eri was sleeping over at a friend's house, so Hitoshi had the house to himself.
"Yeah. I know how to set the alarm and stuff. I'm okay."
"Good. Eri won't be home until lunch tomorrow, and I'm planning on staying the, ah, night." His son's eyes widened but he didn't say anything, just nodded. "I'll be home before she is. Not sure when."
He decided on hiring a limousine for the event, and pulled up to the hotel where they were meeting in style.
Elly was waiting for him in their suite, sitting fully dressed with her hair curled in an elegant fashion far different than the spiky upsweep she normally wore. She sucked in air through her teeth when she saw him.
"Oh, wow, baby, you're gorgeous."
He choked a little on that, but managed to compliment her. "You look stunning, Ches." He held out a small, long box toward her, his cheeks flushing. "I bought you a gift."
Her eyes were huge and shining as she opened it. "Oh," she gasped in awe at seeing a necklace inside. "You didn't have to do this."
He waved a hand around in embarrassment at her reaction. "I wanted to. It's okay."
"But -"
"Yes, it was expensive." He answered before she could protest too much. "Quite a lot, actually."
Her ears wiggled. "That's a strange way of reassuring me."
Shota reached in and brought the necklace up, laying it around her neck to fasten it. She turned so it was easier for him to slip the catch closed. "I don't care <i>how</i> expensive anything is. I want you to have the best. And besides, these were the ones I thought would look the nicest with your eyes." His ears started to burn as he admitted that so his entire face was red from his forehead to his neck.
"It's gorgeous," she murmured, laying a hand on the extravagant spill of precious stones sparkling under the light.
"I didn't - ah, I wasn't sure if you could wear earrings."
"Some do, but my ears are too sensitive for piercing."
"I ... I bought a bracelet, too." He sheepishly held out another packet.
"You <i>are</i> spoiling me." She put the matching jewelry on and then threw her arms carefully about his neck. "But I love that you were thinking of me."
He kissed her lightly on her upturned lips and smiled. "Shall we go, then?"
He seldom went to an art exhibit with a date ... no, if he were to be honest, he had gone only once with someone and rarely on any public dates at all. He had been happy to go it alone for so long that he forgot how it felt like to care about his appearance. He wore a decent outfit, not a tux but very nearly. A soft, black vest snugly fit his body over a charcoal gray, long-sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. He had pressed his slacks to perfection and polished his shoes as well. A long, black coat eould complete this ensemble when he left, though they wouldn't be out in the cold long.
The most important part of his makeover had been to shave his stubble into some semblance of form instead of an unruly mass. Shota took his time and also worked his dark hair up into a neat bun. Besides this, he wore an intricate silver ring set with several small rubies on his right hand that had belonged to his grandfather.
"Geez, are you really just going to the gallery?"
He paused in the act of trying to decide if he should wear cologne or not. "Yes."
Hitoshi pointed. "Wear it," he suggested. "You bought it for her, right? If it's something new, she'll probably get excited you went to all the effort."
He raised an eyebrow at the teenager. "How did you get so knowledgeable about dating all of a sudden?"
"Internet," he answered promptly. "I kept asking questions on reddit and stuff. I googled a bunch of different articles and stuff, too."
"Well, I'm not sure but I did ask the woman behind the counter what scent a cat mix would like." He spoke almost to himself and then jumped guiltily when he was reminded of his son.
Hitoshi just rolled his tired-looking eyes. "You've dropped enough clues that I knew she was an anthro or a mix already. Relax."
He grunted and splashed the cologne on his neck and wrists. "You okay by yourself all night?" Eri was sleeping over at a friend's house, so Hitoshi had the house to himself.
"Yeah. I know how to set the alarm and stuff. I'm okay."
"Good. Eri won't be home until lunch tomorrow, and I'm planning on staying the, ah, night." His son's eyes widened but he didn't say anything, just nodded. "I'll be home before she is. Not sure when."
He decided on hiring a limousine for the event, and pulled up to the hotel where they were meeting in style.
Elly was waiting for him in their suite, sitting fully dressed with her hair curled in an elegant fashion far different than the spiky upsweep she normally wore. She sucked in air through her teeth when she saw him.
"Oh, wow, baby, you're gorgeous."
He choked a little on that, but managed to compliment her. "You look stunning, Ches." He held out a small, long box toward her, his cheeks flushing. "I bought you a gift."
Her eyes were huge and shining as she opened it. "Oh," she gasped in awe at seeing a necklace inside. "You didn't have to do this."
He waved a hand around in embarrassment at her reaction. "I wanted to. It's okay."
"But -"
"Yes, it was expensive." He answered before she could protest too much. "Quite a lot, actually."
Her ears wiggled. "That's a strange way of reassuring me."
Shota reached in and brought the necklace up, laying it around her neck to fasten it. She turned so it was easier for him to slip the catch closed. "I don't care <i>how</i> expensive anything is. I want you to have the best. And besides, these were the ones I thought would look the nicest with your eyes." His ears started to burn as he admitted that so his entire face was red from his forehead to his neck.
"It's gorgeous," she murmured, laying a hand on the extravagant spill of precious stones sparkling under the light.
"I didn't - ah, I wasn't sure if you could wear earrings."
"Some do, but my ears are too sensitive for piercing."
"I ... I bought a bracelet, too." He sheepishly held out another packet.
"You <i>are</i> spoiling me." She put the matching jewelry on and then threw her arms carefully about his neck. "But I love that you were thinking of me."
He kissed her lightly on her upturned lips and smiled. "Shall we go, then?"
Golden 4
"We're all mad here", the phone intoned in a classic cartoon cat voice, with a maniacal chuckle.
Shota was cleaning up after dinner and happened to be up to his elbows in soapy water right when his cell phone buzzed on the table. His head snapped up, his eyes widening in alarm.
Hitoshi snickered and set the plate down that he was drying. "Holy shit, she really has you jumping."
"Who does? Who does?!" Eri bounced up to them from the table, her arms filled with their empty cups.
"Ah... nobody. I mean, you don't have to worry about it." He deliberately forced himself to go back to scrubbing the pan he had dropped in the sink.
Eri put the cups on the counter beside him, her eyes huge. "Daddy, is it the girl you've been seeing?"
Shota glared at Hitoshi, who looked back at him with an air of contrived innocence. "What?"
"You ... later." He bent down, smiling. "Yes, I've been seeing someone. But it's..." He struggled with trying to put into words something suitable to tell the young girl. "You don't have to worry about it," he repeated lamely.
"I'm no-o-ot," she said firmly, drawing out the word and frowning at him. "But you never tell us about her! This is the first time ever you've gone out so many times."
Shota rinsed the pan and handed it absently to Hitoshi. "Are you worried I'm not going to spend as much time with you?"
"No!" She stamped her little foot with an expression of irritation on her pale little features. "I want you an' her to be happy, like when you got us!"
His eyes widened and he smiled and nodded at her, though his throat had tightened up and he was close to tears.
Hitoshi saw this and set his towel aside, extending a hand to his sister. "Hey, I think we helped enough for one night, huh? Isn't your favorite kitty show coming on soon?"
Eri squealed happily and let him lead her away so their father could get himself under control. After wiping ineffectually at his eyes with his fingers, he sighed and walked over to check his messages.
Cheshire: Hey, you want to give me an okay on the dress I bought for Friday?
His affirmative reply was immediate; his stomach fluttering with excitement at the idea that she wanted his approval. Her next text popped up on the screen as a photo and he scrambled for the nearest stool to sit down when his legs failed to support him.
Oh. My. God!
She was gorgeous.
The dress was sparkling with rhinestones and sequins, artfully placed so there was just enough attention drawn to the tasteful bodice. It was a slender, floor length piece that flared at the waist to accent her well-rounded hips. And it was black and gray, the colors he had told her he liked last time they had gotten together.
Baby: You're beautiful! Are you wearing that right now?
Inwardly he cursed at himself for simpering like a fool, but he was astounded. He hadn't seen her in formal wear before and the effect was breathtaking.
Cheshire: Yeah, I bought it but then got nervous ♡
Baby: No need, Ches, you look amazing. I can't wait for the exhibit!
Cheshire: You're so sweet, baby. I'm glad you like it :3
He shook his head in stunned disbelief once again and texted that he hoped she slept well tonight. She responded quickly back.
Cheshire: I already miss your arms around me when we nap together, but I can be brave. ;3 Good night, Shota.
He blinked down at the phone, his ears burning.
"Hey, you're blushing," Hitoshi commented from where he stood at his father's side.
Shota jumped and snapped the phone face first down on the table. "Hitoshi!"
"Aw, c'mon, dad. I wouldn't look. Trust me," he shuddered. "I don't need to see anything that would scar my tender young mind."
"Please," Shota snorted. "You came home with a hickey last night that you haven't quite mastered using makeup to hide. You're far from innocent."
"Dad!" He yelped indignantly.
"Oh, shut up. Here, get in the bathroom and let me show you how to apply it better."
"Uh... that would be kinda weird."
"What?" He said drily. "You want to learn, don't you?"
Hitoshi scratched his messy purple hair and then shrugged, the mannerism mimicking Shota so much the older man smiled. "Well... okay."
Later that night when he couldn't sleep, Shota lay in bed looking up random dresses to see if he could find the one she bought. It was either out of date or hand sewn, and he highly doubted the latter as that would likely be out of her price range. Giving up - he figured he probably just couldn't find it -- he scrolled through eBay for awhile until he had an idea.
Shota's gray eyes grew large, and an equally huge smile stretched his lips. He chuckled to himself as he thought of how pleased she would (hopefully) be at the gift he had just thought of. He splurged on her and ended up spending far more than he originally planned, but he was pleased with the results.
He'd pick them up tomorrow before heading over to get her for their date.
Shota was cleaning up after dinner and happened to be up to his elbows in soapy water right when his cell phone buzzed on the table. His head snapped up, his eyes widening in alarm.
Hitoshi snickered and set the plate down that he was drying. "Holy shit, she really has you jumping."
"Who does? Who does?!" Eri bounced up to them from the table, her arms filled with their empty cups.
"Ah... nobody. I mean, you don't have to worry about it." He deliberately forced himself to go back to scrubbing the pan he had dropped in the sink.
Eri put the cups on the counter beside him, her eyes huge. "Daddy, is it the girl you've been seeing?"
Shota glared at Hitoshi, who looked back at him with an air of contrived innocence. "What?"
"You ... later." He bent down, smiling. "Yes, I've been seeing someone. But it's..." He struggled with trying to put into words something suitable to tell the young girl. "You don't have to worry about it," he repeated lamely.
"I'm no-o-ot," she said firmly, drawing out the word and frowning at him. "But you never tell us about her! This is the first time ever you've gone out so many times."
Shota rinsed the pan and handed it absently to Hitoshi. "Are you worried I'm not going to spend as much time with you?"
"No!" She stamped her little foot with an expression of irritation on her pale little features. "I want you an' her to be happy, like when you got us!"
His eyes widened and he smiled and nodded at her, though his throat had tightened up and he was close to tears.
Hitoshi saw this and set his towel aside, extending a hand to his sister. "Hey, I think we helped enough for one night, huh? Isn't your favorite kitty show coming on soon?"
Eri squealed happily and let him lead her away so their father could get himself under control. After wiping ineffectually at his eyes with his fingers, he sighed and walked over to check his messages.
Cheshire: Hey, you want to give me an okay on the dress I bought for Friday?
His affirmative reply was immediate; his stomach fluttering with excitement at the idea that she wanted his approval. Her next text popped up on the screen as a photo and he scrambled for the nearest stool to sit down when his legs failed to support him.
Oh. My. God!
She was gorgeous.
The dress was sparkling with rhinestones and sequins, artfully placed so there was just enough attention drawn to the tasteful bodice. It was a slender, floor length piece that flared at the waist to accent her well-rounded hips. And it was black and gray, the colors he had told her he liked last time they had gotten together.
Baby: You're beautiful! Are you wearing that right now?
Inwardly he cursed at himself for simpering like a fool, but he was astounded. He hadn't seen her in formal wear before and the effect was breathtaking.
Cheshire: Yeah, I bought it but then got nervous ♡
Baby: No need, Ches, you look amazing. I can't wait for the exhibit!
Cheshire: You're so sweet, baby. I'm glad you like it :3
He shook his head in stunned disbelief once again and texted that he hoped she slept well tonight. She responded quickly back.
Cheshire: I already miss your arms around me when we nap together, but I can be brave. ;3 Good night, Shota.
He blinked down at the phone, his ears burning.
"Hey, you're blushing," Hitoshi commented from where he stood at his father's side.
Shota jumped and snapped the phone face first down on the table. "Hitoshi!"
"Aw, c'mon, dad. I wouldn't look. Trust me," he shuddered. "I don't need to see anything that would scar my tender young mind."
"Please," Shota snorted. "You came home with a hickey last night that you haven't quite mastered using makeup to hide. You're far from innocent."
"Dad!" He yelped indignantly.
"Oh, shut up. Here, get in the bathroom and let me show you how to apply it better."
"Uh... that would be kinda weird."
"What?" He said drily. "You want to learn, don't you?"
Hitoshi scratched his messy purple hair and then shrugged, the mannerism mimicking Shota so much the older man smiled. "Well... okay."
Later that night when he couldn't sleep, Shota lay in bed looking up random dresses to see if he could find the one she bought. It was either out of date or hand sewn, and he highly doubted the latter as that would likely be out of her price range. Giving up - he figured he probably just couldn't find it -- he scrolled through eBay for awhile until he had an idea.
Shota's gray eyes grew large, and an equally huge smile stretched his lips. He chuckled to himself as he thought of how pleased she would (hopefully) be at the gift he had just thought of. He splurged on her and ended up spending far more than he originally planned, but he was pleased with the results.
He'd pick them up tomorrow before heading over to get her for their date.
Golden 3
Shota Aizawa couldn't wait to see his special cat lady again.
He felt giddy, like a teenager, as he texted Cheshire so soon after their last tryst to suggest another. Really, though, he had to. He was fumbling around, unable to think or do anything constructive with his time except daydream about her voice, her smile, the way she flicked her furry ears when he said her name. He was so horny he was walking around with a semi hard-on most of the time, as well, and that was uncomfortable at his age. Shota packed a bag with extra clothes and a surprise for her.
She was a necessity. He needed all of her he could have, and fast.
He didn't waste time upon entering their hotel suite and seeing her seated on the bed smiling at him. Elly's phone vibrated, and she knew he had sent her money again. Her striped tail spread out on the bed twitched once and then lay still.
Shota embraced her and they shared a long, deep kiss.
"Can we talk, before..?"
She nodded and pat the bed beside her. "What's on your mind?"
He sighed nervously as he sat. "I want to know more about you. Where do you work, for instance?"
Elly pursed her lips and stared out into the distance. "Well, I'm self employed. I basically sell items to people that want them." She held up her hand when he seemed about to ask more. "I'm not ready to tell you more, yet. Ask another one?"
"Okay. Do you have a favorite color?"
"Ooh, that one's easy." She leaned on his side. "Purple, and also that aqua shade of blue that's really bright. You?"
"I guess I'm partial to simple black..? I know, it's not really a color. Maybe red."
"You wear a lot of black and gray."
"I don't have the patience to bother with coordinating outfits." He smiled crookedly. "It's easier that way."
"And you have two kids, huh?"
Shota panicked. "Uh, I ... yes. How did you..?"
"You're a popular topic. Rich people often are." She shrugged. "Articles pop up now and then, online and in print."
He wasn't sure what her tone indicated. Though he loved those kids dearly and would never give them up for anything, he worried she might see their adoptions as strange or, worse, not like kids. Most women he had met didn't care that he came with two add-ons that weren't even his biological children. They liked to spout platitudes about how "generous" it was, but when it came down to it, that meant money again. Always money.
He realized she had been staring at him for awhile and cleared his throat.
"I adopted both."
She placed her hand over his. "You're a good man," she said simply.
He blinked at her for a few seconds and then a lopsided smile spread across his tired features. And he was so distracted by the flood of warmth her words caused that he didn't see her wipe at her eyes.
They talked for a long while and learned a lot about each other. Shota didn't get anything else out of her about her job, but other than that he was pleased. He craved information and wanted to know all he could about her.
"I have another question," he murmured into her hair as he stroked it. "We both like art, I know that. Would you like to go to an exhibit with me this Sunday?"
Her eyes narrowed, but her body remained soft and relaxed next to his. "A lot of that is gonna depend on you. You've been paying me for sex. What more do you want?"
He winced at hearing her speak so plainly, but appreciated it at the same time. She wasn't wrong. "I don't want to stop seeing you," he told her truthfully. "I also want to spend money on you. I have enough, and it makes me happy to - to spoil you."
"It's okay," she murmured. "I want to keep seeing you, too."
"Well, uh. Can I ask if you're single? I am," he rushed on before she could answer.
"I'm single."
I want more! His heart screamed at him to press her, to ask if she saw him as someone worthwhile. To spend time with her outside of purely fucking like animals, although he really, really liked that part of their relationship.
What he said, however, was, "Are you okay with being my, uh..."
"Date?" The corners of her mouth twitched upwards.
"Please, come with -"
She interrupted him again, more gently this time. "Baby." Her hand caressed the back of his neck.
He melted, and derided himself for being so easily manipulated. "Yeah."
"I'll come with you," she purred softly. "Just tell me when you want to see me."
"Great!" He reached around, grasped her hand and held it to his lips.
"Now what do you want to do?"
Moments later he was grinding himself against her on the bed, panting and rolling about as she moved with him.
"Yes! You're wild, baby, and I love it."
"Oh? You like wild?" He ran his tongue out, lapping the side of her cheek and down her neck. "Mmmn. Take this off. Take it all off."
"You, too. I want to see your yummy body."
He choked. "What?"
"Your body, Sho." She ran a hand up his shirt, purring loudly. "You're very well built, and I love your chest."
Yours is so much better than mine, he thought as they shed each other's clothing. You're so goddamn beautiful it hurts my heart.
Not to mention his sex. He had a raging erection below that caused him to gasp as she tugged his briefs off. They kissed again, and her hands toyed with him, stroking and dipping lower to cup his balls. Shota groaned louder and knelt close by her stomach to give her better access. She grinned upon seeing his penis so close and pushed her soft breasts together in an inviting manner.
So many things he had never done that he was experiencing with her for the first time. He crawled closer, letting her suck on him until he could barely stand it. Then he slid lower and thrust between her breasts, his slick member pushing easily firward and back.
"Your cock looks so eager, baby. That sweet, plump head is all red and dripping wet. You going to come like this?"
He growled eagerly and threw himself into the act, careful to not grip her breasts too hard. "Is it," he panted, "okay, to - to..?"
"If you want to, baby, just let go."
He moaned and his movements grew erratic. Just before he was about to come he surprised her by quickly pulling away. He held himself over her belly instead, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth drawn into a grimace. She watched him, feeling the warm semen hitting her skin and touched that he hadn't wanted to do that to her face.
"I ... couldn't," he huffed softly. "S'good, though. N - never did that before."
"Aww, cute. Um."
"Stay there, I'll get you cleaned up." He toddled unsteadily into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. "There."
"Thank you." She crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times while he wiped her belly and breasts clean.
He tossed the soiled cloth indifferently aside and reached out to cup her cheek in one hand. "You're fussy, kitten. Come here and I'll take care of you."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she whispered as their mouths met.
He had shyly bought a kit online for express delivery, and he drew out a rubber toy from the bag he'd brought. "I, uh... got something different, if it's okay."
She looked it over carefully. "This is one of those molded kits, isn't it? It's your dick!"
"I thought it might be sexier," he coughed.
"Lube it, baby," she told him, licking her lips as she stared at the flesh-colored toy so perfectly resembling his stiffened body part. "Lube it quick. I'm wet, but I want your cock extra nice and slippery."
His breath caught in his throat and he grasped the tube of lubricant, squirting a hefty amount to spread with one hand on the toy and then drying his palm off. She was writhing on the bed as she watched, increasingly excited as he got closer. He moved her tail carefully out of the way and rubbed the tip on her cleft, rolling it around.
"Yes," she hissed. "You know just how to tease."
"You want this fast or slow?" He asked. "I can get a good grip here to make it really deep, so..."
"Okay," she purred. "Be brutal, then. Go quick and deep after a few slow thrusts. Like, maybe like you lost control 'cause I felt so good."
He nodded, then took a deep breath. "Y - yes," he husked. "I think I can do that." He pushed the mold of his member inside her with a slurping sound. It was distinctly arousing to both hear and watch from so close up. She groaned, then whimpered as he tested his strength and the weight of the dildo. It held, and she started to buck up towards him so he braced himself and picked up the pace.
"Oh, god, baby, you feel so good inside me," she wept. Shota gulped and pumped harder, faster, angling the toy as he thrust. "Mmmn, it's just like you're really fucking me..! Sh - Shota, yes!"
This was so hot his penis was starting to twitch again. He never thought she wanted to make love to him this badly. Maybe, maybe soon they would do the actual deed. If he could convince himself she wouldn't hurt him, that was...
Elly cried his name out, quivering, and he recognized her orgasm. He slowed his pumping to match her breathing and then, when she collapsed onto the pillow, drew the dildo out. She lay there, chest rising and falling as she came down from her high.
Shota took the toy and washed it in the sink like the box had said, then dried it and stowed it away again. She joined him in the bathroom after a couple minutes, pausing to kiss him before sitting down on the toilet. He grinned. The casual act of peeing while he was in the room was more intimate than sex, he thought. It spoke of how comfortable she was around him.
Hopefully it meant things were heading in the right direction. She cleaned up and headed straight for his arms so they could cuddle for a time before parting again.
He sighed and allowed himself to know that he wanted her, and that he was falling in love.
He felt giddy, like a teenager, as he texted Cheshire so soon after their last tryst to suggest another. Really, though, he had to. He was fumbling around, unable to think or do anything constructive with his time except daydream about her voice, her smile, the way she flicked her furry ears when he said her name. He was so horny he was walking around with a semi hard-on most of the time, as well, and that was uncomfortable at his age. Shota packed a bag with extra clothes and a surprise for her.
She was a necessity. He needed all of her he could have, and fast.
He didn't waste time upon entering their hotel suite and seeing her seated on the bed smiling at him. Elly's phone vibrated, and she knew he had sent her money again. Her striped tail spread out on the bed twitched once and then lay still.
Shota embraced her and they shared a long, deep kiss.
"Can we talk, before..?"
She nodded and pat the bed beside her. "What's on your mind?"
He sighed nervously as he sat. "I want to know more about you. Where do you work, for instance?"
Elly pursed her lips and stared out into the distance. "Well, I'm self employed. I basically sell items to people that want them." She held up her hand when he seemed about to ask more. "I'm not ready to tell you more, yet. Ask another one?"
"Okay. Do you have a favorite color?"
"Ooh, that one's easy." She leaned on his side. "Purple, and also that aqua shade of blue that's really bright. You?"
"I guess I'm partial to simple black..? I know, it's not really a color. Maybe red."
"You wear a lot of black and gray."
"I don't have the patience to bother with coordinating outfits." He smiled crookedly. "It's easier that way."
"And you have two kids, huh?"
Shota panicked. "Uh, I ... yes. How did you..?"
"You're a popular topic. Rich people often are." She shrugged. "Articles pop up now and then, online and in print."
He wasn't sure what her tone indicated. Though he loved those kids dearly and would never give them up for anything, he worried she might see their adoptions as strange or, worse, not like kids. Most women he had met didn't care that he came with two add-ons that weren't even his biological children. They liked to spout platitudes about how "generous" it was, but when it came down to it, that meant money again. Always money.
He realized she had been staring at him for awhile and cleared his throat.
"I adopted both."
She placed her hand over his. "You're a good man," she said simply.
He blinked at her for a few seconds and then a lopsided smile spread across his tired features. And he was so distracted by the flood of warmth her words caused that he didn't see her wipe at her eyes.
They talked for a long while and learned a lot about each other. Shota didn't get anything else out of her about her job, but other than that he was pleased. He craved information and wanted to know all he could about her.
"I have another question," he murmured into her hair as he stroked it. "We both like art, I know that. Would you like to go to an exhibit with me this Sunday?"
Her eyes narrowed, but her body remained soft and relaxed next to his. "A lot of that is gonna depend on you. You've been paying me for sex. What more do you want?"
He winced at hearing her speak so plainly, but appreciated it at the same time. She wasn't wrong. "I don't want to stop seeing you," he told her truthfully. "I also want to spend money on you. I have enough, and it makes me happy to - to spoil you."
"It's okay," she murmured. "I want to keep seeing you, too."
"Well, uh. Can I ask if you're single? I am," he rushed on before she could answer.
"I'm single."
I want more! His heart screamed at him to press her, to ask if she saw him as someone worthwhile. To spend time with her outside of purely fucking like animals, although he really, really liked that part of their relationship.
What he said, however, was, "Are you okay with being my, uh..."
"Date?" The corners of her mouth twitched upwards.
"Please, come with -"
She interrupted him again, more gently this time. "Baby." Her hand caressed the back of his neck.
He melted, and derided himself for being so easily manipulated. "Yeah."
"I'll come with you," she purred softly. "Just tell me when you want to see me."
"Great!" He reached around, grasped her hand and held it to his lips.
"Now what do you want to do?"
Moments later he was grinding himself against her on the bed, panting and rolling about as she moved with him.
"Yes! You're wild, baby, and I love it."
"Oh? You like wild?" He ran his tongue out, lapping the side of her cheek and down her neck. "Mmmn. Take this off. Take it all off."
"You, too. I want to see your yummy body."
He choked. "What?"
"Your body, Sho." She ran a hand up his shirt, purring loudly. "You're very well built, and I love your chest."
Yours is so much better than mine, he thought as they shed each other's clothing. You're so goddamn beautiful it hurts my heart.
Not to mention his sex. He had a raging erection below that caused him to gasp as she tugged his briefs off. They kissed again, and her hands toyed with him, stroking and dipping lower to cup his balls. Shota groaned louder and knelt close by her stomach to give her better access. She grinned upon seeing his penis so close and pushed her soft breasts together in an inviting manner.
So many things he had never done that he was experiencing with her for the first time. He crawled closer, letting her suck on him until he could barely stand it. Then he slid lower and thrust between her breasts, his slick member pushing easily firward and back.
"Your cock looks so eager, baby. That sweet, plump head is all red and dripping wet. You going to come like this?"
He growled eagerly and threw himself into the act, careful to not grip her breasts too hard. "Is it," he panted, "okay, to - to..?"
"If you want to, baby, just let go."
He moaned and his movements grew erratic. Just before he was about to come he surprised her by quickly pulling away. He held himself over her belly instead, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth drawn into a grimace. She watched him, feeling the warm semen hitting her skin and touched that he hadn't wanted to do that to her face.
"I ... couldn't," he huffed softly. "S'good, though. N - never did that before."
"Aww, cute. Um."
"Stay there, I'll get you cleaned up." He toddled unsteadily into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. "There."
"Thank you." She crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times while he wiped her belly and breasts clean.
He tossed the soiled cloth indifferently aside and reached out to cup her cheek in one hand. "You're fussy, kitten. Come here and I'll take care of you."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she whispered as their mouths met.
He had shyly bought a kit online for express delivery, and he drew out a rubber toy from the bag he'd brought. "I, uh... got something different, if it's okay."
She looked it over carefully. "This is one of those molded kits, isn't it? It's your dick!"
"I thought it might be sexier," he coughed.
"Lube it, baby," she told him, licking her lips as she stared at the flesh-colored toy so perfectly resembling his stiffened body part. "Lube it quick. I'm wet, but I want your cock extra nice and slippery."
His breath caught in his throat and he grasped the tube of lubricant, squirting a hefty amount to spread with one hand on the toy and then drying his palm off. She was writhing on the bed as she watched, increasingly excited as he got closer. He moved her tail carefully out of the way and rubbed the tip on her cleft, rolling it around.
"Yes," she hissed. "You know just how to tease."
"You want this fast or slow?" He asked. "I can get a good grip here to make it really deep, so..."
"Okay," she purred. "Be brutal, then. Go quick and deep after a few slow thrusts. Like, maybe like you lost control 'cause I felt so good."
He nodded, then took a deep breath. "Y - yes," he husked. "I think I can do that." He pushed the mold of his member inside her with a slurping sound. It was distinctly arousing to both hear and watch from so close up. She groaned, then whimpered as he tested his strength and the weight of the dildo. It held, and she started to buck up towards him so he braced himself and picked up the pace.
"Oh, god, baby, you feel so good inside me," she wept. Shota gulped and pumped harder, faster, angling the toy as he thrust. "Mmmn, it's just like you're really fucking me..! Sh - Shota, yes!"
This was so hot his penis was starting to twitch again. He never thought she wanted to make love to him this badly. Maybe, maybe soon they would do the actual deed. If he could convince himself she wouldn't hurt him, that was...
Elly cried his name out, quivering, and he recognized her orgasm. He slowed his pumping to match her breathing and then, when she collapsed onto the pillow, drew the dildo out. She lay there, chest rising and falling as she came down from her high.
Shota took the toy and washed it in the sink like the box had said, then dried it and stowed it away again. She joined him in the bathroom after a couple minutes, pausing to kiss him before sitting down on the toilet. He grinned. The casual act of peeing while he was in the room was more intimate than sex, he thought. It spoke of how comfortable she was around him.
Hopefully it meant things were heading in the right direction. She cleaned up and headed straight for his arms so they could cuddle for a time before parting again.
He sighed and allowed himself to know that he wanted her, and that he was falling in love.
New Year's 2020
Shota Aizawa's idea was almost perfect.
Or maybe, you know, purr-fect, since his plan involved cats. One could almost excuse the horrible puns he thought of as he walked quietly through the streets to get to his favorite cat cafe. He was, for once, excited on New Year's Eve.
If he didn't sit at home, people wouldn't know where he was and they couldn't drag him to one of their inane parties or events. And while those closest to him knew his favorite haunts, they would have to check them all and risk valuable party time fir themselves if they wanted to come get him.
No, this was a perfectly purr-fect, flawless plan for spending the night by himself. His fellow cat lovers would be here but they would be interested in each other and the cats. Not him. Sighing with relief that no one had grabbed him and thinking he was safe, he opened the door and walked in.
"Aizawa?"
He stood frozen in place, rubbing at his eyes in disbelief. The counselor from school was standing at the counter with a mug in one hand. She strolled over to him, her striped, fluffy tail twitching in a rather fetching manner.
"You're <i>here</i> for New Year's?"
He blinked. "I could ask you the same thing."
"I'm - well, half cat." She wriggled her ears at him. "Plus I don't like really big crowds."
"Me either," he grunted.
"Here for the night?" He nodded at the cashier. "All right. Cover tonight is," she quoted him a larger price than usual but he just shrugged and paid.
"You want to sit together?"
He watched her carefully as she chose an out of the way booth. That was acceptable, so he nodded.
Aizawa had a surprisingly good time.
He knew he got along well with the counselor from the school's weekly get-togethers at a local bar. He just hadn't known - or perhaps had been hiding from himself -- his attraction was more than sexual. Sure, she was cute, beautiful even. But he had assumed he saw her this way for the obvious reason that she had cat ears, a tail, little poky fangs and a feline underside to her nose.
When he saw it was more, he added to his plan.
When the countdown started she sighed wistfully, staring outside at the couples lining the street and holding each other close.
She smiled at him as he stood up on "<i>four!</i>" and gestured to the animals prowling around behind them in the kitty corral.
"Going to pick a cat to kiss for luck?" She asked lightly. It wasn't uncommon, a few people were cuddling kittens right now.
"Three!"
Aizawa stared at her with those bloodshot, enigmatic gray eyes of his. "Yes," he said simply.
"Two!"
And sat next to her in the booth.
"One!"
Elly's ears flicked straight up, her tail fluffing out in all directions as he bent forward and pressed his mouth to hers. His hands rested lightly on her own under the table as he moved gently, deepening the kiss. His lips were dry at first, but she trembled and parted hers, giving him access and running her tongue along them. Amazingly, he shivered as well and she smiled when they parted, their foreheads still touching.
"Yes, well." He cleared his throat and boldly retained eye contact with her, though his hands squeezed hers lightly. "Happy new year."
"It looks like it," she agreed, purring loudly.
Or maybe, you know, purr-fect, since his plan involved cats. One could almost excuse the horrible puns he thought of as he walked quietly through the streets to get to his favorite cat cafe. He was, for once, excited on New Year's Eve.
If he didn't sit at home, people wouldn't know where he was and they couldn't drag him to one of their inane parties or events. And while those closest to him knew his favorite haunts, they would have to check them all and risk valuable party time fir themselves if they wanted to come get him.
No, this was a perfectly purr-fect, flawless plan for spending the night by himself. His fellow cat lovers would be here but they would be interested in each other and the cats. Not him. Sighing with relief that no one had grabbed him and thinking he was safe, he opened the door and walked in.
"Aizawa?"
He stood frozen in place, rubbing at his eyes in disbelief. The counselor from school was standing at the counter with a mug in one hand. She strolled over to him, her striped, fluffy tail twitching in a rather fetching manner.
"You're <i>here</i> for New Year's?"
He blinked. "I could ask you the same thing."
"I'm - well, half cat." She wriggled her ears at him. "Plus I don't like really big crowds."
"Me either," he grunted.
"Here for the night?" He nodded at the cashier. "All right. Cover tonight is," she quoted him a larger price than usual but he just shrugged and paid.
"You want to sit together?"
He watched her carefully as she chose an out of the way booth. That was acceptable, so he nodded.
Aizawa had a surprisingly good time.
He knew he got along well with the counselor from the school's weekly get-togethers at a local bar. He just hadn't known - or perhaps had been hiding from himself -- his attraction was more than sexual. Sure, she was cute, beautiful even. But he had assumed he saw her this way for the obvious reason that she had cat ears, a tail, little poky fangs and a feline underside to her nose.
When he saw it was more, he added to his plan.
When the countdown started she sighed wistfully, staring outside at the couples lining the street and holding each other close.
She smiled at him as he stood up on "<i>four!</i>" and gestured to the animals prowling around behind them in the kitty corral.
"Going to pick a cat to kiss for luck?" She asked lightly. It wasn't uncommon, a few people were cuddling kittens right now.
"Three!"
Aizawa stared at her with those bloodshot, enigmatic gray eyes of his. "Yes," he said simply.
"Two!"
And sat next to her in the booth.
"One!"
Elly's ears flicked straight up, her tail fluffing out in all directions as he bent forward and pressed his mouth to hers. His hands rested lightly on her own under the table as he moved gently, deepening the kiss. His lips were dry at first, but she trembled and parted hers, giving him access and running her tongue along them. Amazingly, he shivered as well and she smiled when they parted, their foreheads still touching.
"Yes, well." He cleared his throat and boldly retained eye contact with her, though his hands squeezed hers lightly. "Happy new year."
"It looks like it," she agreed, purring loudly.
PYHUR New Year's Celebration 2020
Present Mic was excited to be hosting a New Year's event. He was pumped, stoked, and incredibly thrilled that all his listeners came to his giant party.
Elly knew this because he told the crowd so, energetic as always in his leather jacket and neck speaker garb. His microphone was hilariously tiny, though, and this made her giggle as she watched, hidden in the array of lighting equipment that was on the side of the platform-like stage raised for the occasion. Holding the tiny mic delicately between two fingers, he shouted encouragement and the huge sea of people cheered back.
After announcing an up and coming new band, he slipped easily off to the side, beaming and obviously as happy as the people celebrating below.
"This is freakin' awesome, isn't it Ches?" He blinked down at her with that infectious grin of his.
Her own smile was dazzling. "You are indeed, Mic."
He missed the flirt and bounced up and down on his heels, listening instead to the blaring music. "These guy's're pretty good. Your favorites come on after them, yanno."
Elly nodded, her tail swishing around behind her. "I can't wait!"
He suddenly looked around, checked his smartwatch and made a stunned face. "Gotta pee really quick. BRB!"
She clapped a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. There was nothing like Present Mic in his natural habitat, cranked up to the maximum levels and having a good time besides. Elly waved to a stage hand as the band playing finished up and they began wheeling the equipment off.
Mic darted around the corner seconds before the band left, flashing her a huge smile and pointing finger guns in her direction. He screeched to a halt onstage and rattled off the band members' names and a few bits of trivia for those watching at home, since this was being broadcast on a couple of popular channels. Then he rolled effortlessly into the name of the next performers and the title of their song, adding slyly that they were a favorite of someone he knew and personally, he thought she had good taste because here they are, and his listeners could now see for themselves!
Elly did laugh this time when he caught her hand and squeezed it. "Isn't this great?! It's like a personal dance party!" His moves nearly had her dying of laughter and she couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun.
"Well... except all the people around."
"Yeah, I guess. Not so personal. But still personalized!" He stunned her by grabbing her hand again and dragging her out to dance onstage. The band clearly knew of his antics and were smiling and taking things in stride. Of course he knew better than to get in their way and instead took Elly to one side near the front. Screaming fans screamed louder at seeing another hero onstage and she whapped him on the chest but danced with him anyway.
The band finished their set and, chest heaving a little, he praised them and asked for a round of applause for his friend and colleague, who had been such a good sport. Elly stuck her tongue out at him and flickered into invisibility to the whooping of the crowd.
When she saw him walk off so close to midnight, however, she turned visible in front of him. "Hey, aren't you doing the countdown?
"Oh, I'm not gonna this year." He jerked a thumb back over his shoulder. "I actually got Yagi to do it. Can ya believe it? Now they know it's him, he's popular even in his regular body."
"Well..." She looked disappointed and he noticed.
"Didya really want me to do it? 'Cause I can just for you." He grinned as the seconds ticked down and people everywhere started to count.
"Five!" Outside.
"Y - you don't have to, it's just -"
"Four!" She coukd hear Yagi and smiled. He sounded like he was in good spirits.
"Three!" The sound crew and backstage people.
"Two," she grinned up at the tall Voice Hero, who had, for some reason, taken off his neck speaker and laid it on the ground beside them.
"One!" He grasped her low around the waist in his leather-clad hands and kissed her fully on the mouth.
"Happy New Year's!"
Elly's eyes shot wide open at the feel of his wonderfully soft lips on hers, his hands squeezing just the right amount to hold her tight. His mustache tickled as he moved slightly, encouraged by the way she leaned into his embrace. He deepened the kiss, mouthing her lips and then slipping a cautious tongue inside. She moaned and slid her hands up his chest and around his neck.
The moment of the new year was definitely over, and yet the crowd seemed as crazy - if not crazier -- than ever, whipped into a frenzy. Mic raised his eyebrows as he listened, his head cocked quizzically.
"I know why I feel like that," he murmured, "but why the hell are they still freaking out?"
Yagi cleared his throat from where he had snuck up beside them. He pointed outside.
Their kiss was replaying on the jumbotron onstage in front of the entire crowd of thousands of people. The two heroes watched somewhat sheepishly, hearing the raucous cries and hooting from beyond the platform.
"Some cameraman had a strict sense of duty," she said, chuckling softly.
"Hey, so. You wanna give 'em an encore?" Mic suddenly asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"What are y - Mic!" She was swept into his arms, spun around while he stepped back out onto the stage. This time everyone started cheering when he pressed his lips to hers, but she didn't hear anyone else at all.
Elly knew this because he told the crowd so, energetic as always in his leather jacket and neck speaker garb. His microphone was hilariously tiny, though, and this made her giggle as she watched, hidden in the array of lighting equipment that was on the side of the platform-like stage raised for the occasion. Holding the tiny mic delicately between two fingers, he shouted encouragement and the huge sea of people cheered back.
After announcing an up and coming new band, he slipped easily off to the side, beaming and obviously as happy as the people celebrating below.
"This is freakin' awesome, isn't it Ches?" He blinked down at her with that infectious grin of his.
Her own smile was dazzling. "You are indeed, Mic."
He missed the flirt and bounced up and down on his heels, listening instead to the blaring music. "These guy's're pretty good. Your favorites come on after them, yanno."
Elly nodded, her tail swishing around behind her. "I can't wait!"
He suddenly looked around, checked his smartwatch and made a stunned face. "Gotta pee really quick. BRB!"
She clapped a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. There was nothing like Present Mic in his natural habitat, cranked up to the maximum levels and having a good time besides. Elly waved to a stage hand as the band playing finished up and they began wheeling the equipment off.
Mic darted around the corner seconds before the band left, flashing her a huge smile and pointing finger guns in her direction. He screeched to a halt onstage and rattled off the band members' names and a few bits of trivia for those watching at home, since this was being broadcast on a couple of popular channels. Then he rolled effortlessly into the name of the next performers and the title of their song, adding slyly that they were a favorite of someone he knew and personally, he thought she had good taste because here they are, and his listeners could now see for themselves!
Elly did laugh this time when he caught her hand and squeezed it. "Isn't this great?! It's like a personal dance party!" His moves nearly had her dying of laughter and she couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun.
"Well... except all the people around."
"Yeah, I guess. Not so personal. But still personalized!" He stunned her by grabbing her hand again and dragging her out to dance onstage. The band clearly knew of his antics and were smiling and taking things in stride. Of course he knew better than to get in their way and instead took Elly to one side near the front. Screaming fans screamed louder at seeing another hero onstage and she whapped him on the chest but danced with him anyway.
The band finished their set and, chest heaving a little, he praised them and asked for a round of applause for his friend and colleague, who had been such a good sport. Elly stuck her tongue out at him and flickered into invisibility to the whooping of the crowd.
When she saw him walk off so close to midnight, however, she turned visible in front of him. "Hey, aren't you doing the countdown?
"Oh, I'm not gonna this year." He jerked a thumb back over his shoulder. "I actually got Yagi to do it. Can ya believe it? Now they know it's him, he's popular even in his regular body."
"Well..." She looked disappointed and he noticed.
"Didya really want me to do it? 'Cause I can just for you." He grinned as the seconds ticked down and people everywhere started to count.
"Five!" Outside.
"Y - you don't have to, it's just -"
"Four!" She coukd hear Yagi and smiled. He sounded like he was in good spirits.
"Three!" The sound crew and backstage people.
"Two," she grinned up at the tall Voice Hero, who had, for some reason, taken off his neck speaker and laid it on the ground beside them.
"One!" He grasped her low around the waist in his leather-clad hands and kissed her fully on the mouth.
"Happy New Year's!"
Elly's eyes shot wide open at the feel of his wonderfully soft lips on hers, his hands squeezing just the right amount to hold her tight. His mustache tickled as he moved slightly, encouraged by the way she leaned into his embrace. He deepened the kiss, mouthing her lips and then slipping a cautious tongue inside. She moaned and slid her hands up his chest and around his neck.
The moment of the new year was definitely over, and yet the crowd seemed as crazy - if not crazier -- than ever, whipped into a frenzy. Mic raised his eyebrows as he listened, his head cocked quizzically.
"I know why I feel like that," he murmured, "but why the hell are they still freaking out?"
Yagi cleared his throat from where he had snuck up beside them. He pointed outside.
Their kiss was replaying on the jumbotron onstage in front of the entire crowd of thousands of people. The two heroes watched somewhat sheepishly, hearing the raucous cries and hooting from beyond the platform.
"Some cameraman had a strict sense of duty," she said, chuckling softly.
"Hey, so. You wanna give 'em an encore?" Mic suddenly asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"What are y - Mic!" She was swept into his arms, spun around while he stepped back out onto the stage. This time everyone started cheering when he pressed his lips to hers, but she didn't hear anyone else at all.
Sunday, December 29, 2019
Worth the Trip
Elly's ears twitched.
The counselor wasn't one to take on much hero work anymore, but the regular on a nearby patrol had come down with a nasty virus and she offered. Perhaps because she hadn't worked the streets in a couple of months or perhaps just from bad luck, she had gotten herself in trouble.
She sighed as she shook herself free of the pile of fur and striped clothing she was laying in. Her costume was far too large for her now. Elly raised a paw and flexed it, staring at the pads that resembled her gloves laying beside her in the abandoned building.
The villain had a genetic quirk.
These were rare and not quite understood yet; but the results were simple enough. As far as she could tell her cat side had taken over for now. She had gone in fighting as a human female with cat ears, tail, fangs and underside of her nose. She was now a full cat, diminutive and furry.
Thankfully she retained her original striping - purple and lavender -- and the split to her white-tipped tail. Anyone that wasn't an idiot should be able to tell who she was, and she wasn't about to contact anyone stupid. She kicked out with her back feet, dislodging the last of her clothing, and started to head back home.
It took her much longer than she would have liked. The sun disappeared and the sky grew dark, streetlights turning on one after the other as she struggled on. She was determined to reach campus before morning. However firm her resolve, however, after several hours without anything to eat or drink she was desperately tired. Her paws hurt, her body was trembling with exhaustion, and there wasn't anywhere safe for her to relax. The fight she had been in had worn her out and walking on these tiny new legs was simply too much. She let out a loud mew of distress as they gave out and she collapsed to the pavement.
A soft thump! nearby caused her open her eyes. It could be danger.
Instead, she smelled a delicious meaty smell. The warm steam in a foam container of noodles in front of her rose into the chill night air. She sniffed warily, then spotted a pair of black boots close by.
"You should eat."
Elly craned her neck up past a black body suit and gray utility belt. She knew it would be Eraserhead before she saw his stubbled face. She also knew she shouldn't be surprised that he found her. She sighed and tried to say something but it only came out as a weak mew.
Aizawa bent, holding his hand out to her with an enigmatic expression on his scruffy face. "You can eat if you need to. But, if you are who I think you are, we should go to the hospital."
She stared out in the direction of the bright lights and nodded.
"All right. I'll carry you." He held out his arms and she hesitantly walked into his embrace, embarrassed for reasons she couldn't quite tell. Aizawa gently lifted her but before he could begin walking he dug a battered phone out of his pocket.
He held it up to his ear. "I found her. Yes. Yes ... she's in full cat form, like we suspected. I'm bringing her to the hospital that specializes in reverting quirks." He tapped his fingers on her back restlessly as he listened to the person on the other end. Elly miaowed questioningly.
"No. No, don't send anyone there yet. What? No!" A dark red blush blossomed across Aizawa's nose and cheeks. "Look, it's simply illogical for you to question her while she's incapable of speech." He tapped off on the call, then crammed the phone away and grimaced. "Let's go," he told her.
The hospital took her away from Aizawa's comforting warmth and set her on a cold cot with a thin blanket on it. They poked and prodded her, asking "yes" or "no" questions until they were convinced it was really her. All she wanted to know was if Aizawa was still near. Although she could smell him, the scent wasn't close and she figured he was waiting outside the door. He was the only thing she recognized in this sterile setting, and to be honest she wasn't that fond of hospitals, or doctors, for that matter.
The doctor who had been looking her over told her he had some veterinary training for this purpose. This relaxed her somewhat but what he said next set her fur on end.
"We've found it's easier for people to sleep through the change," he told her almost absently. "We'll give you something and when you wake, you'll be yourself again."
Elly blanched, cringing back on the bed and hissing. Her ears flattened back against her skull and her tail lashed wildly in the air.
Aizawa, who was indeed slumped over just outside, looked back over his shoulder and saw this. He had no idea how the staff could ignore her obvious terror but they pressed around her anyway, trying to hold her still for the injection they had prepared. He stopped in the doorway and winced, knowing he couldn't leave her like this. Instead Aizawa sighed and walked boldly back in.
Elly screamed loudly, a piercing cry that made the nurse flinch and drop his hold on her. She leaped towards the Erasure Hero, her paws extended as far as they could reach, claws flexing out as she snared the fabric of his body suit. Several people rushed the door at the commotion but didn't enter when they saw she was being held quietly.
"Looks like I'm staying," Aizawa announced abruptly. He pushed past the startled nurse and sat on the cot.
"Ah ... Eraserhead, we don't have you on the consent form for -"
He waved impatiently, cutting the doctor off. "This is my consent," he grunted, pointing down at Elly's claws tightly dug into his hip. They would likely not come away without the cloth tearing.
One of the nurses from out in the hallway spoke. "Doctor, her file says she has a phobia of medicine that may cloud her perception." He handed him the form on his tablet he had pulled up explaining her condition. "If it calms her when he's here, it might help."
The man sighed wearily. "Fine. Hold her up," he instructed the grizzled hero.
Aizawa gently lifted her. "They need to do this," he told her. "I'll stay until you wake. Okay?"
She sniffed and buried her face in his chest, her body shaking in terror. He swallowed hard, his throat closing up with sympathy. Everyone had things they were frightened of. A legitimate phobia, however, spoke of a serious trauma that had caused it.
He wondered if he could ask her about it later.
The doctor gave her the injection and he felt her tense immediately. Aizawa reacted without thinking, rubbing her ears and distracting her until he was done. That was all the doctor was needed for and he quietly excused himself to see other patients. The nurse stayed behind to check a few things on the tablet, then cleared his throat to get the scruffy hero's attention.
"She's going to be nude when she wakes," he pointed out. "When her claws relax enough, set her on the bed and cover her with the blanket."
"Yes." He tried hard not to blush, but the thought of holding her in his arms when she reverted, naked and clinging to him, was difficult to ignore.
The nurse sighed, nodded, and then left them, closing the door for privacy and to shut out the ambient sounds of the hero wing. Elly's eyelids began to droop as the drug kicked in, but instead of relaxing this drew her into a panic. She mewed frantically, weakly burying her head in his chest.
Don't leave me don't leave me!
"Shhh." Aizawa yelped as her claws punched through his ragged sleeve and scratched his arm. "Damn it, Ches, be still. I'm here." He did the only thing he could think of, tightening his grip so she was completely bundled in his smell and heat. She felt his heartbeat, pounding steadily against her side. "It's okay," he told her quietly.
She fell asleep thinking that although she was afraid of the drug, she had never felt so safe.
Everything was a blur.
The world seeped back into her consciousness as she opened her eyes. She saw the white ceiling and heard shuffling feet in the distance, outside in a hallway.
I'm in the hospital.
Her next thought was how cold and oddly lonely she felt. She missed the feeling of strong arms holding her secure, keeping her safe. When she rolled over, however, she was stunned to see a lumpy, black form seated beside her.
"You stayed." Her words were slurred, groggy-sounding from the drug.
Aizawa snapped awake instantly. "You're back."
"Yeah." Elly nervously crossed her legs, aware she was nude with only the thin hospital blanket covering her. When she tried to move, her vision greyed out momentarily and she caught herself on her elbow.
"Ugh... damn drugs. Don't let them do that again."
He snorted. "I'll let them do whatever it takes for you to heal properly."
"I could have waited this out."
"Oh? Eight hours later?" He regretted this in an instant as he watched her purple eyes widen.
"Eight...?! Wait, did you stay the whole time?" Elly frowned, sitting up while making sure she was covered.
Aizawa didn't answer right away. He rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, looking off into the distance. She noticed that his back was slumped more than usual and there were several foam cups stacked up on the nightstand. From the brown rings around the inside she guessed they had held coffee.
He shrugged and turned back to her. "I promised, didn't I."
She thought hard. The fog in her mind was clearing, and she remembered asking him to stay with her. "Oh. You did. But eight hours! Weren't you busy?"
"Yes," he said calmly, adjusting himself in the small chair. She winced, thinking how uncomfortable it must have been to wait that long. "But my promise was more important than any previous engagements. I took care of things."
She wanted to ask if she was more important, but was afraid of the answer she might get. Aizawa was, after all, horribly blunt. Her mouth opened, then closed and she shook her head ruefully.
She forgot that he was also insightful, though this didn't normally come into play in social settings. Aizawa placed a hand on her bare shoulder, jolting her into shock. His palm was rough and calloused yet warm, and so gentle she almost couldn't feel it when he stroked lightly to her neck.
"You were more important," he said simply, moving further up to cup her cheek. She gasped and his gray eyes widened as if he realized what he was doing. He dropped his hand, jerking it back to his side, and stood hastily. "I'll get the nurse," he said in clipped tones.
Elly wondered what had gone wrong. One moment he seemed to be softening, the next he was striding stiffly for the door.
"Wait," she called out.
He stopped but answered without turning around. "Yes?"
"I'm - I'm sorry, whatever I did," she said, her voice hitching slightly as her throat closed up. "Please don't be angry."
Aizawa's fingers tightened on the door until the knuckles grew white. When he spoke again, he was almost inaudible. "I'm not angry at you."
Elly panicked as she sensed he was starting to shift forward to leave and she reacted before her brain could interfere with her heart. "Shota!"
As soon as his given name crossed her lips she clapped her hands to her mouth, aghast. She had committed what was a most terrible breach of manners in this country. The stern homeroom teacher would be appalled at her rash behavior. Horrified at her audacity, she curled up in a ball under the blanket, shaking with emotion.
Way to fuck up, she chided herself. If you wanted to alienate him the minute you realized you had a crush you couldn't have done better.
Elly would have preferred to stay hidden but he had other plans. His fist twisted in a section of cloth and yanked it back, exposing her, teary-eyed and shaking. He looked absolutely furious and she tried to scramble backwards, hands held in front of her to hide her shameful sobbing. But there was really nowhere to go; the cot was tiny and she would have fallen had he not grabbed her and pulled her up. The blanket pooled around her midsection and she crossed her arms over her breasts. She was still covered, albeit barely.
"I'm so sorry, I -"
"Shut up," he huffed.
Elly bit her lip. Her ears drooped and her tail lay listlessly over the edge of the bed. She didn't want him to think she was rude, though, and she forced herself to keep talking.
"Maybe it was the drug, I don't know. I didn't mean to get so informal. I apologize."
His bloodshot gray eyes watched her closely. "You realize no one calls me that." He paused, then, frowning, "Only one person besides my family did."
"I know it's bad manners. It's for family and - and you know, partners."
He snorted. "Lovers. Say what you mean."
Elly choked on her own spit. "Hwha..! Um, yes. I don't know what came over me."
Aizawa cocked an eyebrow at her. "Don't you?"
"Sure," she sniffed sarcastically. It had been a hell of a day and she was tired of playing games. If anyone could handle a situation like this without blowing it out of proportion, he could.
So let him.
"Sure, I'll just tell the guy I figured out I'm in love with and everything will be great. Except my drug-addled mind decides to blurt out his given name instead, because I'm scared he's leaving angry as hell at me, and I end up making it worse beca-"
He covered her mouth with his palm.
"I'm going to ask the desk if you can be let out if released into my custody." Her puzzled expression made his lips twitch in an almost-smile. "You'll have to have at least twenty-four hour supervision, I assume."
Her ears snapped upright and this time he did grin. It wasn't the creepy one that startled students and staff at school but a soft, genuine smile just mischievous enough to cause her heart to pound.
"That okay with you, Elly?" His accent was terrible, the l's sounding like r's, but heat flooded into her cheeks at what he was slyly insinuating.
She nodded rapidly, a huge grin on her face.
I've never been so happy to get stuck in a hospital, she thought in a daze.
The counselor wasn't one to take on much hero work anymore, but the regular on a nearby patrol had come down with a nasty virus and she offered. Perhaps because she hadn't worked the streets in a couple of months or perhaps just from bad luck, she had gotten herself in trouble.
She sighed as she shook herself free of the pile of fur and striped clothing she was laying in. Her costume was far too large for her now. Elly raised a paw and flexed it, staring at the pads that resembled her gloves laying beside her in the abandoned building.
The villain had a genetic quirk.
These were rare and not quite understood yet; but the results were simple enough. As far as she could tell her cat side had taken over for now. She had gone in fighting as a human female with cat ears, tail, fangs and underside of her nose. She was now a full cat, diminutive and furry.
Thankfully she retained her original striping - purple and lavender -- and the split to her white-tipped tail. Anyone that wasn't an idiot should be able to tell who she was, and she wasn't about to contact anyone stupid. She kicked out with her back feet, dislodging the last of her clothing, and started to head back home.
It took her much longer than she would have liked. The sun disappeared and the sky grew dark, streetlights turning on one after the other as she struggled on. She was determined to reach campus before morning. However firm her resolve, however, after several hours without anything to eat or drink she was desperately tired. Her paws hurt, her body was trembling with exhaustion, and there wasn't anywhere safe for her to relax. The fight she had been in had worn her out and walking on these tiny new legs was simply too much. She let out a loud mew of distress as they gave out and she collapsed to the pavement.
A soft thump! nearby caused her open her eyes. It could be danger.
Instead, she smelled a delicious meaty smell. The warm steam in a foam container of noodles in front of her rose into the chill night air. She sniffed warily, then spotted a pair of black boots close by.
"You should eat."
Elly craned her neck up past a black body suit and gray utility belt. She knew it would be Eraserhead before she saw his stubbled face. She also knew she shouldn't be surprised that he found her. She sighed and tried to say something but it only came out as a weak mew.
Aizawa bent, holding his hand out to her with an enigmatic expression on his scruffy face. "You can eat if you need to. But, if you are who I think you are, we should go to the hospital."
She stared out in the direction of the bright lights and nodded.
"All right. I'll carry you." He held out his arms and she hesitantly walked into his embrace, embarrassed for reasons she couldn't quite tell. Aizawa gently lifted her but before he could begin walking he dug a battered phone out of his pocket.
He held it up to his ear. "I found her. Yes. Yes ... she's in full cat form, like we suspected. I'm bringing her to the hospital that specializes in reverting quirks." He tapped his fingers on her back restlessly as he listened to the person on the other end. Elly miaowed questioningly.
"No. No, don't send anyone there yet. What? No!" A dark red blush blossomed across Aizawa's nose and cheeks. "Look, it's simply illogical for you to question her while she's incapable of speech." He tapped off on the call, then crammed the phone away and grimaced. "Let's go," he told her.
The hospital took her away from Aizawa's comforting warmth and set her on a cold cot with a thin blanket on it. They poked and prodded her, asking "yes" or "no" questions until they were convinced it was really her. All she wanted to know was if Aizawa was still near. Although she could smell him, the scent wasn't close and she figured he was waiting outside the door. He was the only thing she recognized in this sterile setting, and to be honest she wasn't that fond of hospitals, or doctors, for that matter.
The doctor who had been looking her over told her he had some veterinary training for this purpose. This relaxed her somewhat but what he said next set her fur on end.
"We've found it's easier for people to sleep through the change," he told her almost absently. "We'll give you something and when you wake, you'll be yourself again."
Elly blanched, cringing back on the bed and hissing. Her ears flattened back against her skull and her tail lashed wildly in the air.
Aizawa, who was indeed slumped over just outside, looked back over his shoulder and saw this. He had no idea how the staff could ignore her obvious terror but they pressed around her anyway, trying to hold her still for the injection they had prepared. He stopped in the doorway and winced, knowing he couldn't leave her like this. Instead Aizawa sighed and walked boldly back in.
Elly screamed loudly, a piercing cry that made the nurse flinch and drop his hold on her. She leaped towards the Erasure Hero, her paws extended as far as they could reach, claws flexing out as she snared the fabric of his body suit. Several people rushed the door at the commotion but didn't enter when they saw she was being held quietly.
"Looks like I'm staying," Aizawa announced abruptly. He pushed past the startled nurse and sat on the cot.
"Ah ... Eraserhead, we don't have you on the consent form for -"
He waved impatiently, cutting the doctor off. "This is my consent," he grunted, pointing down at Elly's claws tightly dug into his hip. They would likely not come away without the cloth tearing.
One of the nurses from out in the hallway spoke. "Doctor, her file says she has a phobia of medicine that may cloud her perception." He handed him the form on his tablet he had pulled up explaining her condition. "If it calms her when he's here, it might help."
The man sighed wearily. "Fine. Hold her up," he instructed the grizzled hero.
Aizawa gently lifted her. "They need to do this," he told her. "I'll stay until you wake. Okay?"
She sniffed and buried her face in his chest, her body shaking in terror. He swallowed hard, his throat closing up with sympathy. Everyone had things they were frightened of. A legitimate phobia, however, spoke of a serious trauma that had caused it.
He wondered if he could ask her about it later.
The doctor gave her the injection and he felt her tense immediately. Aizawa reacted without thinking, rubbing her ears and distracting her until he was done. That was all the doctor was needed for and he quietly excused himself to see other patients. The nurse stayed behind to check a few things on the tablet, then cleared his throat to get the scruffy hero's attention.
"She's going to be nude when she wakes," he pointed out. "When her claws relax enough, set her on the bed and cover her with the blanket."
"Yes." He tried hard not to blush, but the thought of holding her in his arms when she reverted, naked and clinging to him, was difficult to ignore.
The nurse sighed, nodded, and then left them, closing the door for privacy and to shut out the ambient sounds of the hero wing. Elly's eyelids began to droop as the drug kicked in, but instead of relaxing this drew her into a panic. She mewed frantically, weakly burying her head in his chest.
Don't leave me don't leave me!
"Shhh." Aizawa yelped as her claws punched through his ragged sleeve and scratched his arm. "Damn it, Ches, be still. I'm here." He did the only thing he could think of, tightening his grip so she was completely bundled in his smell and heat. She felt his heartbeat, pounding steadily against her side. "It's okay," he told her quietly.
She fell asleep thinking that although she was afraid of the drug, she had never felt so safe.
Everything was a blur.
The world seeped back into her consciousness as she opened her eyes. She saw the white ceiling and heard shuffling feet in the distance, outside in a hallway.
I'm in the hospital.
Her next thought was how cold and oddly lonely she felt. She missed the feeling of strong arms holding her secure, keeping her safe. When she rolled over, however, she was stunned to see a lumpy, black form seated beside her.
"You stayed." Her words were slurred, groggy-sounding from the drug.
Aizawa snapped awake instantly. "You're back."
"Yeah." Elly nervously crossed her legs, aware she was nude with only the thin hospital blanket covering her. When she tried to move, her vision greyed out momentarily and she caught herself on her elbow.
"Ugh... damn drugs. Don't let them do that again."
He snorted. "I'll let them do whatever it takes for you to heal properly."
"I could have waited this out."
"Oh? Eight hours later?" He regretted this in an instant as he watched her purple eyes widen.
"Eight...?! Wait, did you stay the whole time?" Elly frowned, sitting up while making sure she was covered.
Aizawa didn't answer right away. He rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, looking off into the distance. She noticed that his back was slumped more than usual and there were several foam cups stacked up on the nightstand. From the brown rings around the inside she guessed they had held coffee.
He shrugged and turned back to her. "I promised, didn't I."
She thought hard. The fog in her mind was clearing, and she remembered asking him to stay with her. "Oh. You did. But eight hours! Weren't you busy?"
"Yes," he said calmly, adjusting himself in the small chair. She winced, thinking how uncomfortable it must have been to wait that long. "But my promise was more important than any previous engagements. I took care of things."
She wanted to ask if she was more important, but was afraid of the answer she might get. Aizawa was, after all, horribly blunt. Her mouth opened, then closed and she shook her head ruefully.
She forgot that he was also insightful, though this didn't normally come into play in social settings. Aizawa placed a hand on her bare shoulder, jolting her into shock. His palm was rough and calloused yet warm, and so gentle she almost couldn't feel it when he stroked lightly to her neck.
"You were more important," he said simply, moving further up to cup her cheek. She gasped and his gray eyes widened as if he realized what he was doing. He dropped his hand, jerking it back to his side, and stood hastily. "I'll get the nurse," he said in clipped tones.
Elly wondered what had gone wrong. One moment he seemed to be softening, the next he was striding stiffly for the door.
"Wait," she called out.
He stopped but answered without turning around. "Yes?"
"I'm - I'm sorry, whatever I did," she said, her voice hitching slightly as her throat closed up. "Please don't be angry."
Aizawa's fingers tightened on the door until the knuckles grew white. When he spoke again, he was almost inaudible. "I'm not angry at you."
Elly panicked as she sensed he was starting to shift forward to leave and she reacted before her brain could interfere with her heart. "Shota!"
As soon as his given name crossed her lips she clapped her hands to her mouth, aghast. She had committed what was a most terrible breach of manners in this country. The stern homeroom teacher would be appalled at her rash behavior. Horrified at her audacity, she curled up in a ball under the blanket, shaking with emotion.
Way to fuck up, she chided herself. If you wanted to alienate him the minute you realized you had a crush you couldn't have done better.
Elly would have preferred to stay hidden but he had other plans. His fist twisted in a section of cloth and yanked it back, exposing her, teary-eyed and shaking. He looked absolutely furious and she tried to scramble backwards, hands held in front of her to hide her shameful sobbing. But there was really nowhere to go; the cot was tiny and she would have fallen had he not grabbed her and pulled her up. The blanket pooled around her midsection and she crossed her arms over her breasts. She was still covered, albeit barely.
"I'm so sorry, I -"
"Shut up," he huffed.
Elly bit her lip. Her ears drooped and her tail lay listlessly over the edge of the bed. She didn't want him to think she was rude, though, and she forced herself to keep talking.
"Maybe it was the drug, I don't know. I didn't mean to get so informal. I apologize."
His bloodshot gray eyes watched her closely. "You realize no one calls me that." He paused, then, frowning, "Only one person besides my family did."
"I know it's bad manners. It's for family and - and you know, partners."
He snorted. "Lovers. Say what you mean."
Elly choked on her own spit. "Hwha..! Um, yes. I don't know what came over me."
Aizawa cocked an eyebrow at her. "Don't you?"
"Sure," she sniffed sarcastically. It had been a hell of a day and she was tired of playing games. If anyone could handle a situation like this without blowing it out of proportion, he could.
So let him.
"Sure, I'll just tell the guy I figured out I'm in love with and everything will be great. Except my drug-addled mind decides to blurt out his given name instead, because I'm scared he's leaving angry as hell at me, and I end up making it worse beca-"
He covered her mouth with his palm.
"I'm going to ask the desk if you can be let out if released into my custody." Her puzzled expression made his lips twitch in an almost-smile. "You'll have to have at least twenty-four hour supervision, I assume."
Her ears snapped upright and this time he did grin. It wasn't the creepy one that startled students and staff at school but a soft, genuine smile just mischievous enough to cause her heart to pound.
"That okay with you, Elly?" His accent was terrible, the l's sounding like r's, but heat flooded into her cheeks at what he was slyly insinuating.
She nodded rapidly, a huge grin on her face.
I've never been so happy to get stuck in a hospital, she thought in a daze.
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