Speechless (2)

Elly and Hizashi were getting ready for a small get together of local heroes at a restaurant nearby. It was informal but each wanted to keep up their impressions in the community. Hizashi knew a lot of heroes underestimated him, and for good reason as his happy-go-lucky persona was a means of defense. But fellow heroes needed to know he should be taken seriously, and he desperately wanted them to accept his girlfriend as well.

He went first, showering and changing into a black, close-fitting sweater with khaki pants. His long hair took awhile to dry and he combed it out and then brushed it as she showered and got ready.

Elly didn't need as long, so she was out from under the water in ten minutes or so. As she cracked the door to let the steam out she heard him humming to himself and smiled. And, as she got dressed, her sensitive ears picked up his low voice singing.

<i>You say you'll be down in five
The smell of your perfume is floating down the stairs
You're fixing up your hair like you do
I know that I'll be a mess
The second that I see you
You won't be surprised
It happens every time
It's nothin' new

It's always on a night like tonight
I thank God you can read my mind
'Cause when you look at me with those eyes</i>

Elly closed her eyes and finished brushing her hair, choosing to leave it down instead of spraying the sides up like she normally did. Hizashi's warm, sweet tone lulled her into a dreamy state as she spun about in the mirror, checking her outfit.

<i>I'm speechless
Starin' at you standin' there in that dress
What it's doin' to me ain't a secret
'Cause watching you is all that I can do</i>

She <i>was</i> wearing a dress tonight, and his nearly encyclopediac knowledge of music had probably picked this song because of the fact. It wasn't fancy by any standards, just a simple black piece that fell to her knees. But she rarely wore such clothing and as she perked her ears to hear him sigh she finally knew the impact it had on him.

She crept around the corner and raised a trembling hand to her lips. Hizashi sat on the couch with his best pair of noise-cancelling headphones on, his eyes closed and long, blond hair splayed over his shoulders like liquid gold. As trite as it sounded the shining tresses were so beautiful she could think of them as nothing but the most precious metal. He was worth far more to her than that, but her mind was unable to process this level of beauty.

<i>You already know that you're my weakness
After all this time I'm just as nervous
</i>

He was gorgeous, his face ever so slightly flushed over the bridge of his nose and spread over his cheeks as well. Those expressive eyebrows were pinched tightly together, drawing his high forehead into a point as he sang. Though most people thought he had an annoying voice, his quirk was so much more than simple volume control. The high and sometimes squeaky Present Mic voice was part of him, but it wasn't all of him. Hizashi could alter pitch at will, among other aspects of his vocalizations. And as he took a soft breath and continued singing, the smoothness and emotion behind the lyrics caused her to quake in the doorway.

<i>Every time you walk into the room
I'm speechless</i>

To her shock he got up, running a hand through his hair and flipping it so the blond canopy covered his back. He opened his eyes to unerringly gaze into her own, a smile on his lips that hinted he'd known she could hear.

Of course he knew.

She felt the sting of tears in her eyes as he walked swiftly over, still singing, and took her hand in his. He was tall and she wasn't, so he looked down and then slowly got down on his knees to serenade her.

<i>It started when you said, "Hello"
Just did something to me
And I've been in a daze
Ever since the day that we met</i>

<i>You take the breath out of my lungs
Can't even fight it
And all of the words, out of my mouth
Without even trying</i>...

Elly cried out and knelt, throwing her hands around his neck. "I love you," she wept.

He didn't answer but caught her in a tight embrace, breathing deeply of her hair and once again sighing so heart-breaking a sigh that she shivered with emotion.

"Do you take requests?" She caressed his cheek, her lips parted and chest heaving. He thought she looked so lovely in her love for him that he remained unable to speak. He squinted quizzically at her instead, nodding, and she melted further in his arms.

"Oh, <i>baby</i>, please. We can be late just this once, right? Put that song on, take me into the back and make love to me."

He drew in a short, tight gasp, the circles in his eyes thinning momentarily. When he opened his mouth, however, she placed a finger on his lips, hushing him.

"Show me."

Hizashi's expression firmed, his eyes shining and a smile that promised what was to come. He stood, picking her easily up in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom.

The dress was tossed over a chair and he flung his clothing on it as well, to be put back on afterward if they didn't get too wrinkled. Now the song was placed on repeat, flooding the room with beautiful music - <i>though never</i>, she thought dreamily, <i>as wonderful as when he sang</i> -- as he pressed against her, kissing her with mounting passion.

No words were exchanged, only sounds of love and desire as they kissed and touched each other, gently playing at love before the act itself. It took the better part of half an hour but finally she couldn't handle any more teasing and grasped his rear firmly, squeezing and pulling him greedily towards her. Hizashi gasped and let the nipple he had been sucking fall out of his mouth.

He looked into her eyes and she smiled and spread her legs, raising them caressing along his waist. He set himself and thrust into her welcome heat, sighing in bliss.

Soon he was biting his lip, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks as he panted and strained. This was <i>primal</i>, fully sexual with no joking or silliness like they might fool around with on any given day. No, here was only the soft strains of music accompanied by the squeak and thump of the bed as they moved together, their breathy gasps and heady cries of desire mounting.

No doubt about it; he was going to have a monumental climax.

He felt it in every part of his body, not just the crushing pressure in his groin. His muscles were flexing and pulling, sweat trickling down his chest and tickling him along with his hair that swung all around them. His moaning became desperate as he realized his desire to have <i>all of her</i>, and he reveled in the act of their love. Hizashi smelled and felt and saw and tasted their sex, hands sliding from her hips to her waist and breasts and then back again. His mouth eagerly devoured her whispered praise, shuddering when she kissed back with lots of wrestling tongue.

And yet he wanted - no, needed, ached, yearned in the depths of his very soul -- for <i>more</i>.

His hips canted against hers, driving him deeply inside as he strained forward. Elly grasped at his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on as his pace quickened.

Hizashi buried his face in her neck, thighs quivering and jerking while he breathed in great, tearing gasps. He lost himself completely in the moment of release, everything blotting out for those wonderful few seconds.

When he came to she was kissing him all over his face, purring and stroking his sweaty hair away from his flushed, sticky skin.

"Hey, lover," he whispered gently.

"Hi there."

He pulled out of her with a groan. "Messy, baby. Sorry. Did you come?"

She nodded fervently. "I know you were really out of it there, at the end, but I'm surprised you missed it."

He flashed her a grin. "Spectacular?"

"Very."

"Mmmn, I'm glad. I love you so much." They shared a sweet, lingering kiss as their bodies cooled. "Think they'll guess why we were late?"

"I think everyone's going to know." Elly traced a finger along his neck, tickling him a bit.

He shivered. "Hmm? Howzat?"

"You have a hickey," she snickered wickedly. "I'm guessing it will take approximately five minutes after some opportunist find us before it's all over the internet."

"How big is it?" Hizashi blushed, wiggling around as if he could somehow see it without a mirror. He flopped over onto his side, legs splayed as he tried to roll and regain his balance. "How big is it?!"

"Not that big."

"<i>Doesn't matter, your turn</i>!"

She squealed with laughter as he jumped on top of her. In the end not only did they show up late, they arrived in slightly rumpled clothing with visible love bites peppered all over their necks.

The internet was, of course, <i>not</i> speechless. Neither was their publicist, though there were varying opinions on the matter. In the end they considered this a win, because all the heroes that night commented on the strength of their devotion to each other.