Retreat (Aizawa)

 Elly kept arguing against these "togetherness" retreats, but someone higher up the school chain of command loved them. Both her and Hound Dog's protests were ignored, as usual, and here they were... again.

He took it in stride. The cat counselor, on the other hand, was furious. She made sure <i>everyone</i> knew that she found these oversharing and forced bonding sessions ridiculous for any number of reasons.

She knew she was letting it get to her too much, however, when Aizawa opened his eye to glare at her. This effectively silenced her at any moment, even mid-tirade, since she hated when that disapproving look fell on her.

Elly had to admit they <i>did</i> choose wonderful resorts and sites for these, though. Even if she didn't like the reason she was there she enjoyed her stay every time. This one was a sumptious five-star hotel with a great restaurant, beautiful suites and a spa, which is where they were currently. The teachers settled into a room surrounded by windows built for meditation or perhaps yoga. She looked around and chose a sun-warmed spot, curling her tail around her and sighing with only a little irritation.

Her annoyance faded when Aizawa strolled in and made for the space beside her right away after only a cursory glance around the room. He sat next to her on a floor pillow and immediately dropped his head down into a slouch as the head of this area set up the next exercise.

"Geez, Aizawa," Hizashi laughed at his friend from where he sat cross-legged in front. "You just woke up! I thought you said this was one of the only times you got rest, yo."

"I am rested," came the grumbled reply. "I don't want to be here."

"Tell me about it," Elly snorted.

"Okay!" The person in charge walked in the middle of the pillow piles and smiled. She was a small, middle-aged woman wearing a tie-dyed shirt and khaki pants with woven sandals. "My name is Uchi Tokeru, and my quirk is going to help us understand each other better today."

"Good luck getting some of these guys to open up about anything," Chiyo cackled. The school nurse always came along for safety's sake and she was loving every minute of this.

Uchi's smile grew wider, and she winked at her. "You'll see," she promised.

"This won't be the constructive session she thinks," Elly predicted.

"Now, for this first exercise you're gonna show your colleague how you feel about them by touching anywhere on their face."

Aizawa immediately turned to his partner and caught the right side of her face in one rough palm even as she moved towards him. His other hand did the same to her left cheek and they trembled as he held them in place. Though rigid, his touch was gentle, silently begging her to stay when he was certain she would flinch backwards, because that wasn't the only touch he wanted to initiate.

He'd been afraid for nothing.

She faced him, met his lips with her own and even pressed harder when his uncertainty held him back. The couple was soon deeply invested in each other, tongues meeting softly, slowly and with an intensity that startled their colleagues.

"<i>Holy shit</i>!" Hizashi nearly fell over when he looked up.

"Aizawa! Ms. Elly!" Yagi coughed up a gout of blood in shock. "Oh... oh, my."

"What the hell is your quirk?!" Ken choked. He was another having a difficult time accepting what was happening. He kept averting his eyes and blushing despite being made of cement.

"It causes people to react truthfully to my suggestions," their guide said with a shrug. "The stronger the emotion behind them, the more power it has."

Hizashi let out a long, low wolf whistle.

The sound broke the couple out of their romantic trance. They realized what they were doing at approximately the same time and jerked quickly apart.

"What..." Elly's hand slowly lifted to wipe the trail of saliva that snapped onto her chin. "What just <i>happened</i>?"

"I assaulted you." Aizawa's voice was gruff and lower than usual, the tired, flat tone completely gone for once. Instead he sounded horrified. His cheeks flushed an alarming, brick-like red and he refused to look anyone in the eye, turning so his patch faced the group. In doing so his good one zeroed in on Elly, however, and he swore under his breath. "That was completely unprofessional and -"

"Shota."

Everyone jumped a little at this - <i>no one</i> called him by his given name -- but no one was more shocked than the man himself. His eye widened when she reached out and took his hand.

"Ches?"

"It's okay. We have to talk, though."

"<i>Talk</i>?" Hizashi chuckled and was about to say more but noticed his friend's burning red eye directed at him.

Elly touched his floating black hair and it immediately fell down about his shoulders. "Yes, talk. Among other things."

"All right." He sighed, sounding drained of what small amount of energy he'd mustered up that day. "Let's go to my suite."

No one argued for them to finish the exercise. They watched them leave in silence until the door clicked shut.

"So... <i>that</i> just happened," Hizashi drawled after they were gone. The statement shook rest of the staff out of their daze and they huddled together to gossip.

Meanwhile, Aizawa led her straight to his room, which was far away from the others due to his sleeping habits and requests for privacy.

"This will do," she murmured, locking the door after placing the <i>do not disturb</i> sign over the knob.

As soon as she turned back towards him he raised a hand. "I apologize ag - agai -!" He flailed wildly about, his eye bulging as she threw her arms around him. "<i>What are you doing</i>?!"

Elly smiled while hugging him. "No apologies necessary," she told him firmly. She reached around to caress the back of his neck in one hand. "We're both adults that work in a highly stressful, tight-knit group. We know each other, and I want you - all of you. Do you want me?"

"Yes." He answered quickly without thought, his arms wrapping around her.

"Then kiss me again... and this time, <i>don't</i> hold back."

Aizawa made sure to take her request seriously. His hands slid low and he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss held for some time until she dropped her hands to grasp his firm rear. He groaned and his hair flew up when she groped him hungrily. Elly found this highly flattering and a sign, maybe, that he was so turned on he couldn't help himself.

"Bed," he said shortly when they parted for air. She glanced behind her and nodded briefly, sitting on the edge and holding her arms out. Aizawa shed his black shirt in one smooth move, exposing his fit upper body flexing with light effort. He had a patch of dark hair that trailed messily down his belly and continued under his slacks.

"Oh, <i>my</i>."

"Wait." He held up one hand as he sat beside her. "I have to take this damned leg off."

"Oh? I thought it would help you balance."

"You're right that balancing is a key factor for sex, but I'm sure we can figure something out." He unlatched the metal upper part and set it carefully aside.

Elly watched him peel the soft silicone sleeve off the stump where his leg used to be. "Should I drop the subject?"

He shrugged, then grunted. "It's not an emotional thing. It's... look, I got my balls caught in it once." He paused. "<i>Once</i>. Never again."

She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter that was bubbling up and he gave her an impressive side eye.

"Not a joke," he grumbled, rubbing the rough skin. "It happened."

"I know, I'm sorry. Really. You just looked so -"

"Yeah, I know." This time his lips twitched in a small smile. "It's funny <i>now</i>. It certainly wasn't funny <i>then</i>." He lifted himself up and shimmied out of his pants next without warning, causing her eyebrows to shoot up. Aizawa wore snug, black boxer briefs with grey trim - much like his outer outfits. They fit snugly on his skin, showcasing his prominent erection.

Aizawa turned smoothly at the waist to face her. "You're next," he told her with a much wider grin.

They wrestled together on the bed until both were nude. His palms were calloused but gentle, his touch eager though he held himself back - she could tell by the way he trembled.

And when he finally entered her it was a shocking, electric thrill she did not expect.

"Oh god, baby <i>yesss</i>!"

Aizawa paused and squeezed his eye shut tightly, breathing hard. "Kitten," he hissed through clenched teeth, "if you make sounds like that I'm <i>not</i> going to last long."

"Sounds? What... oh. Ohhh." She laughed weakly, shivering in anticipation of his next move. "Look, I'll try, but I can't control that. Especially not when you're making sounds I like, too!"

He grunted then took a deep breath. "Fair enough. Can you raise your left leg here?"

Elly lifted where he indicated, then gasped. "Oh!"

His grin was fierce. "Thank you. Now that I've got my balance back, you might want to hold on." He took a long, deep breath, bunching all of his muscles to prepare himself to go all out.

She swore softly as her orgasm burst through her. It was quick but strong and she was left bewildered, clinging to him in the aftermath. It took Aizawa a few seconds more, but when his release came he gasped, stuffing his hot face in the crook of her neck as he shuddered through it.

They paused for a moment, locked together and breathing hard as their bodies cooled. Eventually the harsh pants stilled into regular breathing and Aizawa lifted his head to look into her eyes. His gaze was by far the softest she'd ever seen and she smiled back.

"I think this was a <i>very</i> constructive session," he said with a perfectly straight face.

Elly blinked in surprise at the joke and whapped him gently on the arm. "Shota!"

"What?" She watched in amazement as he flashed her a very real, rather handsome smile. "I could get into therapist on a regular basis."

"You mean therapy!"

"I know what I said."