"Look," Kayama sighed, tapping her pencil as she watched the school counselor stare across the shared desk area. "Just <i>tell</i> him. The worst he can do is say he doesn't feel the same way - which I'm sure he won't."
Elly scoffed, jerking her gaze from the scruffy homeroom teacher with an effort. "You're crazy, Midnight. He doesn't like me."
The other woman rolled her eyes. "I've known him much longer than you. I think I can tell if he's interested or not. He talks to you a lot more, for one - seeks out your company. The man hates social interaction, Ches. He wouldn't do that unless he likes you."
"I am the school counselor -"
"And how many of your discussions are about counseling?" Kayama leaned closer, her dark eyes sparkling behind her prescription-lens mask. She cupped a hand on one side of her mouth and whispered loudly. "He's probably still a virgin, besides. Aren't you curious?"
Ryo's ears flicked on the other side of the table. He could hear everything but usually he chose not to get involved. Today, however, he fixed Kayama with a stern glare. "Stop being so freaking pushy, Kayama. Not everyone's a sex fiend like you."
"Thanks," Elly murmured.
"Not that I'm on your side or anything - <i>aroof</i>! -- cat-selor. Just that I'd like to go one day without hearing all this." He gestured with his long snout. "You sound like the kids!"
Elly stole one more peek at Aizawa, but the man was buried in his work, inches away from his laptop and not paying attention, as usual. She sniffed faintly and got up. "All right, I'm done here anyway." She gathered some papers and walked out.
"Just think about it!" Kayama called after her.
Elly did think about it, no matter what the R-rated Hero assumed. She thought about telling him every day, but why bother when she was so sure he wasn't interested? Yet she obviously couldn't be one-hundred percent sure, and there was only one way to find out. She got out a piece of paper between her appointments and jotted down a list of pros and cons. When it was all said and done, the pro side looked so appealing - <i>he might like me back</i> -- that she nodded.
If it went poorly, she would be able to start the healing process and move on. As it was, Elly knew she was one step away from getting completely distracted at a crucial moment. That was unacceptable. Better to tell him and get it over with.
-
She waited until they were off work to approach him in his room at the teacher's dormitory. Aizawa answered the door with a mildly surprised expression when he saw who it was. He had tied his hair back and wore a black t-shirt and sweatpants, and her heart beat faster upon seeing him in casual clothing.
"Can I come in?" Elly asked nervously, her tail anxiously swishing behind her.
He merely stepped aside and she shuffled in on slippered feet. When he closed the door, giving them as much privacy as they were allowed on campus, she took a deep breath.
"I'm going to get right to the point, Aizawa."
"Good," he sighed wearily. "I was going to nap."
"I like you," Elly told him softly, her empathis on romantic feeling. She understood Japanese confessing culture and properly worded her phrase so there would be no misunderstanding.
Yet, sadly, there was, of a kind she never would have believed.
Aizawa stared at her as if she'd grown another head. He looked startled, a light blush burning across his cheeks. Elly started to have hope that he might be interested in her, too, and then all at once his gray eyes narrowed coldly. He turned his back on her while snapping out a single word.
"<i>Disgusting</i>."
Her heart dropped as her eyes grew dim and she pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle a sob. She never thought he would be so cruel. Well, at least she could leave with most of her dignity intact. If, that is, she could keep from bawling until she was alone.
"I'm sorry." Elly was proud that she managed to keep her voice steady, but knew that was all she could manage, though she longed to say more. She left without another word, closing the door carefully behind her. Clapping a a shaky hand to her mouth, she rushed upstairs to the women's half of the complex as she fought a wave of nuasea and despair.
Thirteen was walking down the hall and she turned curiously as the flash of purple whisked by, yanking open her door and darting into safety.
Her heart <i>hurt</i>.
Though this was, in her mind, the inevitable end to this scenario, she found reality more distressing than what she tried to prepare for. Elly sank onto her bed, a picture of abject misery, and let the tears come.
It wasn't until her phone rang, a couple of hours later, that she remembered she was supposed to go to the bar with her colleagues. She groaned and answered with a horrible, croaking cough. "Hey."
"Oh my god, did you get started before us?!" Kayama's voice was grating to her sensitive ears, too loud for the pounding headache she'd cried herself into.
"No. Sorry, I'm not coming."
"You're being a real drag." Kayama sighed outrageously. Elly could picture her rolling her eyes as she spoke. "Why the hell do you sound so upset, anyway? Couldn't get the nerve to tell <i>him</i>?"
"He rejected me," Elly told her quietly.
The other woman went silent for a moment. On her end, she blinked at her phone, holding it away from her for a brief moment. "Uh... he what."
"He doesn't like me. I knew it."
"No way," the R-rated Hero scoffed. "He totally does. Maybe he was just grumpier than usual and -"
"He definitely rejected me. He said -" Her ears dropped and her voice cracked as she struggled to control her emotions. "It doesn't matter what he said. It's too humiliating. I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about this anymore." She hung up and tossed the phone on her nightstand.
-
Aizawa thought the counselor was kind. He guessed that with her heightened knowledge of the human psyche, she might figure out how he felt about her one day and, at best, hoped she would ignore it.
He never imagined she would be so cruel as to play into it as a joke with a mock confession that ripped his heart in two. He stared incredulously at her at first, hoping that it might be true. But the more he looked at her, standing there in a simple shirt and jeans, her eyes so bright and her tail twitching, he knew the truth. She was too good for the likes of him, and they both knew it. It was heartless to mock him like this, utterly...
"<i>Disgusting</i>," he snapped bitterly, furious that his insides were wrenching in pain. That this could hurt so much was ridiculous, she had no right! Aizawa grit his teeth and turned around swiftly so she wouldn't see the shine in his bloodshot eyes. It was difficult for him to produce enough moisture to cry, but he thought he was going to manage admirably in a few seconds.
Thankfully, she stammered out an apology and left. Aizawa stood frozen in place for a long time, trying to think of something to clear his head. It wouldn't do to dwell on the heartache. He finally sighed and reached for his phone which was charging on the floor beside an adapter. After a quick text he headed out to meet the others at the bar.
He hadn't wanted to go, but he needed this now.
"You look terrible," Hizashi exclaimed when he showed up. He paused, then amended, "well, worse than usual, anyway."
"Shut up, Yamada," Aizawa grunted and pushed him further down in the booth as he sat. "I'm here to get drunk, not talk."
"Aizawa Shota getting drunk?!" He clutched at his heart. "Holy shitfuck! What <i>happened</i>?"
"I told you to be quiet," he said sourly, slumping down a little more in his seat.
"I see the heart breaker finally joined us," Kayama called out as she sat down across from them. He gave her his most vicious scowl but she shrugged it off, tapping her neatly manicured nails on the table.
"What's that mean? Aizawa?" Hizashi snorted laughter. "I think you're drunker than usual."
"I'm not and you know it," she scoffed. "<i>This</i> asshole rejected the confession of someone he actually likes! He destroyed her for no reason other than he's an idiot."
"You don't know what you're talking about," the scruffy man grated through clenched teeth. His hands had balled into loose fists on his knees under the table, but he wouldn't meet anyone's eyes.
"Hey, did you really..?"
"I should go."
"Ya didn't even get a drink yet!"
"Let him leave," Kayama said, her eyes cold and hard. "He needs to think about what he did."
"The hell did he do, exactly?"
Kayama drew the line at telling him, however. Plus, Hizashi was fun to rile up, especially where his best friend was concerned.
-
Elly wore a dark pair of sunglasses to work the next day, prompting a few curious stares as she walked in and put her things in her locker. Luckily, Midnight was away on some Hero mission and wasn't there to bother her about it.
She forgot about Present Mic.
"Why're you wearin' shades now, huh? Changing your costume? Didja get eye surgery? Holy cow, are those Ray Bans?!" Hizashi had problems keeping his hands to himself and he whisked them off before she could protest.
Elly could have made her head vanish but she was too tired. She sighed as her red, bleary eyes were exposed for him and, unluckily, his best friend right beside him, to see. Aizawa looked before he could stop himself and frowned at the bloody lines racing through the whites, so similar to his own. There were also deep, dark smudges under them since she hadn't slept.
"Shit, what <i>happened</i> to you?"
A few of the others in the room glanced over, but said nothing. All Might coughed uncomfortably and sat down at his desk area.
Elly shook her head and gently took the glasses back, slipping them on to hide her worn features once more. "The inevitable happened, Mic. I'll get more sleep eventually, though."
Hizashi slowly put two and two together, gaping at the counselor as she dragged herself out of the room to seclude herself in her office. His dark-haired friend swore and slammed his locker shut with unnecessary force, cementing his theory.
"Aizawa, you didn't."
"We're at work, Yamada." He sat down and flipped through a stack of papers.
"B - but - you <i>didn't</i>, right? I mean, you told me you thought she was - <i>hurrk</i>!" Hizashi's hand came up to scrabble at his neck speaker as his voice was erased. He gave Aizawa the finger and grabbed one of his folders and a pen, wrote hastily on it, and shoved it in his face.
"<b>Go make this right or I'll tell everybody!</b>" He pointed at the other teachers and waved the paper around in as threatening a manner possible.
Aizawa scowled, his hair falling. "Bastard," he grunted.
"Yeah, well quit muting me! I <i>hate</i> it when you do that!"
"If I go talk to her, will you be quiet?"
Hizashi nodded. "Uh huh. Just... go easy on her. Okay? You - she looked terrible. You hurt her really bad."
"There's absolutely no way I made her this upset." He walked resolutely out of the room, calling out behind his shoulder as he left. "I'll be back - and you'll be wrong."
-
Elly shivered and rubbed her arms in her tiny office. It wasn't cold, really, but she felt miserable and it was the only comfort she had at the moment. She barely glanced up when there was a knock at her door, waving a hand at the person to sit.
"I'll be right with you... oh. Oh."
Aizawa sat calmly across her desk, watching her closely. He raised an eyebrow when she flinched, but she recovered quickly and cleared her throat.
"Are you busy?" He asked blandly. "I can come back another time."
"No. What do you need?" She steepled her fingers together to hide their restlessness.
"Yamada is suggesting that you're uncomfortable with me. I came here to clear things up between us."
Elly sighed, tugging on her invisible neck gear and fussing with the fit. "It's okay. You told me the truth that I needed to know." She shrugged. "I should be thanking you."
Aizawa rubbed at one eye. "What the hell are you talking about?"
She averted her eyes but spoke firmly. "You don't have to interact too closely with me if I disgust you."
He stared at her for a solid minute, his mind unable to break through the notion that she had been honest with her confession. She hadn't toyed with his affection for her at all. He had come off as a cold bastard in a delicate situation, as usual.
"I'm not good at this," he sighed roughly at last. Aizawa reached up with one hand and dragged it wearily down his face. "You think that's what I meant?"
Her ears flattened back with anger. "Of course. Why else would you say what you did?" Her fangs showed as she spoke, her tail whipping about behind her. Aizawa knew cats and she was clearly agitated more than her tone implied.
He kept his voice low and made no sudden movements. "I thought you knew how I felt about you and had decided to tease me about it."
Elly blinked once, slowly, then shook her head. "Wh - what?"
"I'm in love with you as well." He shrugged as if they were debating something as simple as the weather.
"<i>What</i>?"
"I thought it was obvious." He seemed to be ducking down into the scarves piled high around his neck as he averted his eyes.
"So you didn't think I liked you, either," she mused slowly. "Huh."
"Does it surprise you that I have insecurities?" He frowned. "I don't put much effort into my appearance. How was I to know you didn't mind?"
She snorted, surprising him. "'<i>Didn't mind'</i>? That's not right, either! I find you very attractive just the way you are."
Aizawa frowned harder, this time meeting her gaze with such intensity that she faltered. He looked her carefully up and down, taking his time to think. After a few very long, drawn-out seconds his lips stretched into a toothy grin. His careful appraisal of her, combined with his trademark victory smirk, caused her to stumble backwards slightly. The scruffy hero only smiled like <i>that</i> when he thought he'd pulled one over on someone.
"Then would it be alright if I..?" He leaned across her desk, laying one hand on top while his other reached out to cup her chin. Elly's head spun and for a moment she wasn't quite sure what he was asking. She realized a second or so before their lips touched.
-
Aizawa leaned in slowly to kiss her. His heart beat fast as he got close, but her eyes widened and she drew back.
"No!" She hissed with a quick slash at his face. He could have easily dodged but he stayed still, allowing the claws in her gloves to slice him across his cheek. Blood welled out of the thin cuts and he made no move to wipe it away. "You can't tell me I'm <i>disgusting</i> one day and the next think everything's great, let's freaking kiss!"
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Aizawa took a deep breath and then bowed at the waist. "I apologize," he said in a low, clear voice. "I should have considered your feelings before trying to push forward after all that happened."
She huffed with indignation but nodded when he straightened up. "Yes."
"I'll make it up to you, instead. I'll woo you the right way."
"How?" She made a face, wrinkling her nose at him. "Are you going to send me a bouquet of roses with a sappy note or take me out for a candlelight dinner? You're not the romantic type, Aizawa. You've proved that twice over."
He smiled at her, a genuine smile this time that turned his scarred and grumpy features soft. He looked years younger as his eyes met hers, and then he actually <i>laughed</i>. "You have spirit," he told her quietly. "It's one of the things I love about you. No, I'm not dodging the question - I just think it's best if it were a surprise."
"Right," she agreed with a firm nod. "Surprise me, then."
"Challenge accepted." He rose, grimacing and placing a hand on his cheek as the cuts oozed blood. "I'd better visit Recovery Girl," he muttered to himself as he shuffled out.
Elly watched him go with an odd mixture of hope and excitement fluttering in her heart.
She went about her day as usual, talking to students and a couple of teachers in her office, until it was time for lunch. She was preparing to leave to grab a quick bite when there came a soft, polite knock at her door.
"Is that you, Ya-a-a... oh. Oh, my." Her thoughts were cut off and she stood there, stunned and staring at the scene in front of her.
She hadn't really thought Aizawa would try right away, though she knew he was a man of swift and sure action when he wanted to be.
"I cleared some extra time for lunch." He smiled at her from a clean-shaven face, his hair pulled back into a neater than usual straggly bun. Aizawa was still wearing his Hero costume, but he had a sprig of lavender in one hand and a plastic bag containing, from the smell, some of her all-time favorite foods.
"For both of us?"
He nodded, handing her the flower. "It's not a busy day. Where would you like to eat?"
Elly still hadn't quite forgiven him for not only the pain she had suffered from their misunderstanding, but him trying to kiss her too early after. She raised her chin, her ears pricking towards him intently. "How about the lawn in front of the cafeteria?"
He winced only slightly. "If that's what you wish."
The "lawn in front of" the cafeteria was, in fact, in front of a wall of windows that streamed light into the hall. Everyone eating there - which was a lot of students <i>and</i> staff, at the moment -- would see them. Aizawa's left eye was twitching a bit as he spread out a blanket he borrowed from the break room on the neatly cut grass. He could feel the weight of all those stares, but steadfastly refused to look at anything other than the woman in front of him.
Elly had to admit, she was impressed.
"I'm sorry, Aizawa," she said, placing a hand on his before he could open the bag containing the food. "We don't really need to eat here."
He snorted soft laughter and gently removed her hand. "No need to apologize. I <i>like</i> it when you're catty."
"Catty?!"
He opened the bag and started setting containers out on the blanket. "Just a joke, Ches. I <i>do</i> make them, you know."
"You do? What an amazing thing." Her nose wrinkled as she caught the scent of meat buns. "You bought too much! My god!"
"Well, if I did," Aizawa said calmly with a sly smirk, "would you want to skip a dinner date and go right for a walk on the beach?"
She raised her eyebrows, looking up at him from the bun she was biting into. "Did you ask around about me?"
"I already knew your favorite things." He shrugged. "Some of them, anyway. I'd, ah. Like to get to know you a lot more."
Elly sighed wistfully. "That's actually really sweet."
"Just honest."
"But it's honesty spoken. You let it sit quietly for most people." He was so earnest, his gray eyes focused on her every time they spoke. She was hardly aware that a crowd of people had gathered inside the cafeteria watching them. Aizawa was, but he pushed his irritation aside and concentrated on what was more important. He <i>did</i>, however, take note that their colleagues appeared to be placing bets of some sort and grimaced inwardly.
"Hmm?"
"I said yes." Elly chuckled. "Don't try and hide your crankiness too much, 'Zawa. That's <i>really</i> bothering you." She pointed at the windows and the crowd collectively flinched when he turned to face them.
"Do you all have nothing better to do than stare at others while they eat?"
They dispersed in seconds and he grabbed a drink pouch he had set aside earlier for himself. "Seven good for you?"
-
It was perfect.
The time, the place and Aizawa Shota's arm wrapped around her to ward off the faint chill coming from off the ocean waves were combining to make her very happy.
Elly leaned against her date and looked up at the stars. "Thanks," she said simply. They were the first words spoken since their greetings when he had knocked on her door to pick her up.
"For what? A cheap date?" He grinned at her.
"Aw. No, this is nice. I meant for trying. I thought if I pushed you away, you would show that you didn't really care. I'm not exactly confident myself either, you know."
The wind whipped at their hair, causing her two sidelocks to tickle her cheeks. He brushed them back. "I never wanted to hurt you. It was a stupid misunderstanding."
"It's okay now."
"Is it okay enough to call me <i>Shota</i>? Are we, uh, dating or..?"
Elly carefully slipped her arms around his neck. "If you're in love with me, you should know I'm in love with you. And yes. You're my Shota now."
Aizawa's breath caught in his throat and he tried not to choke, stammering instead while his ears burned bright red. "I - I, er, well then. Yes. Good, that's good." He placed his forehead on hers, swallowing hard. "Is it okay to keep calling you <i>Ches</i>? My pronunciation of your given name - it sounds like ..."
"That's fine. It does sound like Eri when you say it, that could get confusing."
"I could call you kitty. Maybe kitten? Too obvious?" His grin turned more wicked and she giggled, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again he was looking much more serious. "How about 'beautiful woman I'm dying to kiss'?"
"That's a pretty long nickn -"
He cut her off with a soft, chaste kiss, a barely-there brush of his lips on hers. It only made her want more and she nuzzled back, adding pressure until he sighed and thrust gently with his tongue. She let him deepen the kiss and they stood on the sandy beach as the night sky darkened, locked in an intimate embrace.
Aizawa was the first to break his mouth free, but he stayed in bodily contact as he spoke. "Your body language is bold for someone who slapped me earlier," he murmured. "Might I suggest we walk a bit to cool off? I think - <i>hnf</i>! Ches!"
Elly shook her head and continued to press flush against him, her body molding to his both above and below. "I think," she purred lowly, "that I'm convinced. Besides, we're both responsible Pro Heroes. This feels right in every way. Safe, and warm, and <i>good</i>." Her tail flicked on his back as it curled possesively around him.
"I can honestly say it could feel <i>better</i>."
"I know. I want that, too."
Elly had never been in a love hotel before, and she held Aizawa's hand tightly as they walked into the small lobby. It looked more like a shop front to her, and she was amazed at the fact that not only could they pay for as much time they wanted but some rooms had add-ons and themes.
"We need a no-frills bedroom for all night," Aizawa quietly told the clerk. "Here's my card."
"Thank you, sir." The person typed his info in and handed him both his card and their room key as well. "We have tablets in all our rooms if you want to order any food or extra items."
"Thank you," he murmured. "Shall we go, dear?"
"Yeah," Elly agreed, dazed. Her heart was pounding at the thought that soon they would be all alone together. She would feel more than his arms around her, his warmth inside and out and know how he sounded in the throes of passion. She shivered as they rounded a corner and found their room.
Aizawa appeared much calmer than her. He opened the door and in an infuriating casual manner kicked his shoes off, heading immediately for the large bed.
"Unf," he groaned as he flopped down head first. "I almost can't wait to sleep on this." He waited a beat and then lifted his head. "But it can wait."
"Oh, good." She flicked her tail in the air with an indignant huff. "I thought I might have to remind you why we were here." He yawned hugely right at that moment. "I <i>was</i> teasing, but you really sound like you need a nap first," she added tartly.
He coughed dry laughter. "I'm fine," Aizawa promised. He held a hand out toward her, his sleepy eyes darkening with intensity. "C'mere."
She took it and Aizawa wrapped his fingers around hers and tugged her into his lap, embracing her with his other arm and bending to meet her lips. He was gentle but there was an undercurrent of passion running through every movement, as though he was holding back. She felt him rumbling deep in his chest when the kiss deepened, their tongues meeting for the first time. His stubble had grown back somewhat, and though it wasn't as thick as it normally was she could feel it rasping on her cheeks and chin.
Elly sighed and closed her eyes. "How are you such a good kisser?"
He paused in surprise, his lips on her chin as he worked down to her neck. "Hmm. Maybe you just like my bad technique."
She snorted laughter then gasped as he nipped her throat. "Oh!"
"This okay?" He moved to her far more sensitive neck, nibbling until he reached her rapidly beating pulse. "Your neck gear covers -"
"Okay, it's okay," she panted eagerly, threading her fingers through his hair.
Aizawa chuckled wickedly. "I thought so, <i>kitten</i>."
"Ugh, don't <i>call</i> me that it's so ..." Elly trailed off, words failing her as he sank his teeth in harder, sucking a mark onto her skin. She swallowed hard and sank, trembling, onto the mattress as he gently laid her down.
"You were saying?"
"Nmm."
"What was that?" He kissed her again, lingering and watching her with half-lidded eyes.
"Nevermind."
"I know you're irritated, but that's kind of my thing, hmm? Is it so bad to be called kitty?" His tongue slipped inside her mouth and teasingly darted about. "<i>My</i> kitty?"
"Wha..!" She opened her mouth to speak but rolled her head back with a gasp instead when he rubbed his fingers on the mark he had made.
"You want me to mark you up some more?"
"D - damn it, how the hell did you know?" There was a wry twist to her lips as she spoke, the soft tone belying her words.
"I guessed." Aizawa licked her throat, nudging her into position before starting to nip at it once more. "Anthro types have a preference to showing affection by submission. Marking is just one type."
"You're slipped into teacher mode, Mr. Aizawa." She laughed breathlessly at his sour expression. "Oh? That got you."
"I get enough of that, thank you," he snorted with a toss of his head to whip his long hair back. It had started to come out of the ponytail and he didn't care to tie it back again. "I'm definitely not a teacher right now."
"No," she agreed fondly. "Not now."
The blush on his ears spread down, to his cheeks and neck all at once as she thrust her hands up his shirt. "Hnf!"
"Are you a body blusher?" Elly asked curiously, watching as the color spread on his skin. He started to squirm when her fingers traced down towards his navel and she smiled. "Ah, well. Only one way to find out."
Aizawa did indeed turn out to be a body blusher, as expected. His chest bore spots of hectic color all the way down into the hem of his pants. The dark hair trailed from between his pectoral muscles down as well, and as they explored each other her fingers stroked his fuzzy belly. So far both of them had removed only their top pieces of clothing, so Elly wasn't sure how far down exactly the flush spread. She was <i>fairly</i> sure he had at least one body part that had turned a much darker color.
She was fascinated by his physique, so firm with only lightly defined muscles. The power this man could exert was massive, felt in the confident way he handled himself. Aizawa lay on top, propped up on his arms so his weight wouldn't crush her. He showed no sign of fatigue after ten, fifteen, even twenty minutes. He was much more interested in kissing and licking her exposed neck and breasts.
Her hands gripped him below, kneading his rear restlessly as he teased her. When they gripped tighter as her pleasure grew, he expelled a great rush of air and pressed his face between her breasts with a low moan.
"Ches."
"Hmnn?"
He clenched his jaw, arms finally trembling though not from strain as he lifted himself. His dark hair hung down over his face, obscuring his features as he spoke, his voice a low, raspy husk. "I need you to <i>touch me.</i>"
It was not quite a request, though he made no moves. He simply stayed there, hovering on top of her, his breathing heavy and sweat beading all over his upper body. Elly sighed and let her hands wander, running her fingertips around his thighs to the tented fabric of his pants. She paused, then slowly cupped the bulge, massaging lightly for a moment. He made a strangled sort of sound and she quickly unfastened them, pulling them down to reveal a simple pair of black boxer briefs with silver trim.
As she was about to tug those down, she thought of something. "Do you have condoms?"
He pointed at the dresser. "They have packs in there we can use."
"Good. It's the end of the month and blood testing isn't for another week. We should use one."
"Agreed." He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and yanked them unceremoniously down. She blushed wildly at the sudden sight of his erect member bobbing at attention, pushed out of its sheath and wet at the tip. Aizawa didn't notice and waved vaguely in her direction. "Feel free to pick. I don't know if you have any preferences or not..?"
Elly sorted through the pile of boxes and found one that would be suitable. She turned to find him staring at her tail with a darker red than she had ever seen across the bridge of his nose.
"You okay?"
"M'fine," he mumbled. "Your tail is - is really cute." The minute he uttered the words he looked as if he wished the earth would swallow him up. He rubbed a hand across his face, sighing roughly.
"That's sweet." Elly scooted down and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're softer than I thought. It's not a bad thing."
He took the condom packet she held and shook his head. "My jobs will be that much harder if everyone thinks I'm a pushover."
"You're definitely not a pushover." She watched as he slipped the thin tube over himself. "You can show me that side of yourself when we're alone, Shota. I like it."
The lopsided smile he gave her melted her heart. "You want gentle, I can give you that."
"Oh <i>Shota</i>, yes."
The sex was so syrupy slow, so sweet, that she would recall later having thought she was dreaming. Aizawa curled around her, holding her with one or both arms while he thrust. The gentle rocking rubbed her sensitive body below so perfectly that she came long before he did, crying out and shuddering with tears burning her eyes.
He was quiet in his orgasm, the only sound escaping him a low puff of air as he threw his head back. Elly watched his Adam's apple work as he strained, his body dewed with the sweat of his efforts. She reached out to him when he came back down, her heart swelling with emotion.
He shocked her by flinching and jerking away when she caressed his cheek, her thumb resting lightly on his lower lip. Her eyes grew wide with hurt and she snatched her hand back.
"I'm sorry, I thought -!"
"N - no, please," he choked. "Don't. Don't, ah... don't stop. Please." He picked her hand up and placed it back where it had been resting on his stubbled features.
"I thought you didn't like it," she whispered. "Is it really okay?"
"Yes! I wasn't rejecting you. Your touch was so unexpected that I..." Aizawa paused, his face twisting as he struggled to express himself. "I like feeling your hands on me. You - I mean, I - I've never been treated like this before."
"That's sad. You thought I was lying before and it still shocks you. But I do. Love you, I mean. And you deserve it." Elly swallowed hard and stroked some of the sweaty strands of hair away from his face as she talked. Her touch was just as gentle and it nearly broke his heart. It grew within him, this aching, wonderful love, until he couldn't bear it anymore and buried his face in her neck, thrusting his arms around her to hold her close.
He wasn't good with these types of emotions - giving or receiving, really -- but this time, the feeling was so strong it came through.
And then, if if it hadn't been enough, he said it.
"<i>I love you.</i>"
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