King of my Heart - 2

"King of my Heart - 2"

orig. 11/16/2018

BNHA Elly (Cheshire) x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Inspired by the song "King of my Heart" by Taylor Swift 

(PG)

Non-Canon based off manga/anime

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Mic quickly glanced at the door for about the fiftieth time that morning. 

"Anxious, are we?" Cementoss murmured quietly. 

"Relax," Aizawa muttered at his friend in annoyance. "She'll be here. She's not late, Midnight is still explaining things to the students." 

"Yeah, yeah." The young people were maybe just as excited as the blond teacher was, eyes wide and raising hands left and right. Midnight had everything to do to calm them down and answer as many questions as possible.

Finally she had had enough. "Quiet, already! She's going to be here, and you don't want to make a bad first impression." She slapped her cat-o-nine-tails to the side in a brisk motion, cutting through the babble. To her right in the classroom seating, Mineta had fallen over and was quite literally foaming at the mouth at the prospect of another female teacher entering the room. She sighed and rolled her eyes, turning just as Tsyu slapped him into sensibility with her tongue.

The door opened during the momentary pause and everyone's eyes fell on Elly in her hero outfit. She wore a soft cloth bodysuit, striped just like her tail in varying purple tones. The belly was white and there were white tufts along her wrists, ankles and about the modest dip in cleavage down the front of the suit. Her feet and hands looked just like cat paws, with soft, rubbery pads on each finger tip and along the toes and heels of her feet. She also sported what appeared to be a respirator type mask to cover her mouth and nose, the bottom half shaped disturbingly like the cheshire cat's curving grin. 

Mic's shades dropped down low on his nose as she walked past him to stand by Midnight at the desk. "So cuuuute!" he whined, just loud enough for some of the kids to glance at him in surprise. Aizawa groaned and elbowed him.

Elly's ear flicked, but she said nothing. She just smiled at the students and waited for her introduction. She chuckled when the green-haired kid in the second row blurted out her name, though, seeing at least someone knew who she was. Midnight formally introduced her, and she went about the task of stating why she was there - mainly to help broaden their view on their own abilities, and how the different countries viewed heroes and their quirks. She pursed her lips and looked back at the teachers behind her. "I'd spoken to the principal about this, but wasn't sure if you'd heard - before we get into my abilities, I wanted to show them first."

"You want to have a flag match with one of the staff." Midnight and the others already knew. Nezu had told them, but they hadn't chose who would fight. 

A tall young man in the back raised his hand. "Excuse me - what's a flag match?"

"Each person fighting wears something like a bandanna..." Midnight reached into her sleeve and produced two medium-sized pieces of cloth, one red and one blue. "The goal is to take the other's cloth. It's an easy way to spar without a lot of injuries."

"We used it a lot during mock battles in the States," Elly confessed. "Before we got into serious ones. And sometimes just for fun." She shrugged, causing Mic to turn redder than Mineta's face at the gentle sway in her tail and chest. 

Midnight saw this, and her eyes narrowed slyly. "I think Yamada should fight her," she suggested.

"Ah..." 

Elly raised a single eyebrow. "Mic?" She asked quietly.

"Ah!" He had started to sweat, and it wasn't just all the leather he wore. He pulled nervously at his long collar. It wasn't that he wanted to look weak, but he didn't want to use his power on her. Those cat's ears - they were more sensitive than a human's, and he made human ears bleed with his voice. 

"I'll do it," Aizawa stepped in. He loosened some of the scarves about his neck, his face determined.

Mic blew a sigh of relief, grinning shamefacedly at the cat woman. "Heh." He shrugged and she smiled, shrugging as well.

"Okay."

They started to head into the recently renovated battle arena, the students milling about behind them as they filed out. Mic pulled Aizawa aside before they got there, just as Elly and Midnight walked into the huge doors. "Don't hurt her," he pleaded.

"Who says I would." He grunted, brushed sleep from his eyes and yawned. "Besides, she can handle it. She's a pro hero, remember?"

Mic bit his lip worriedly. "Mmmn." He swerved to the left to watch, moving away as the two squared off. 

Elly seemed relaxed, although her tail was swishing lightly behind her. Aizawa liked cats, and he knew this meant she was agitated. He waited until everyone was settled, and held his arm out for the cloth to be tied on it, just as she did. The other teachers stepped away again, and Mic belatedly realized he was the one that always played announcer. He jumped to his feet and stood on the sidelines, his outfit hiding his troubled expression.

"Alright!" He called out, losing some anxiety in the familiar role. "First person to take the other's cloth wins!" He paused, then took a deep breath. "Are you ready?" He squealed, his voice rising as it always did on the last word. "Go!"

Elly didn't even move. Aizawa's hair rose as it did when he used his power. She couldn't see his eyes since he'd donned the glasses he wore, but she knew they would be glowing red. Yet all she said was, "So, Eraser... are you afraid of anything?"

"No," he said shortly, aiming at - nothing. There was nothing there. He stopped short. That had been fast! He spun, surveying the area as his wrappings came about, dropping now that he had no target.

"It's funny," a disembodied voice whispered eerily out of thin air to his left. "So many people tell me that, you know." He aimed at the voice and tried to at least snap what he couldn't see with his scarves. No luck. He listened, straining to pick up any sound that might clue him in on her location. "Surprise," she murmured, suddenly right beside him. One paw came up, and there was a glimmer of metal. It was a small scratch, hardly noticeable, and very, very fast. She was gone before he had time to react, melted into nothingness again and lost somewhere within the huge arena.

This went on for awhile, Mic uncharacteristically quiet as announcer. The only sounds were Aizawa's breathing, which was getting rougher, and faint whooshing sounds as he desperately tried to catch her.

"There." He jumped backwards and this time caught something when his wrappings spun out. Elly appeared within a loop of scarf, her mask making her appear more fierce than the tone of her voice. 

"Cheshire is caught!" Mic yelped, pointing rather unnecessarily and then flailing about in a display of mixed emotions. "Is this it? Will Eraserhead win?!"

"I thought you knew, Eraser," she purred dangerously as he yanked her close enough to grab the winning cloth. "Cats like to play with string."

"What - wait, what's going on?" Mic was as confused as the rest of the students and staff. Instead of ensuring his victory, Aizawa reached up and pulled his glasses up onto his head. "He hasn't nulled her quirk once, it looks like, and now he's showing his eyes? What's happening here?"

"You don't know her fighting style, do you," Midnight stated smugly.

"But..." He stared closely at the scene unfolding in front of everyone. Aizawa's scarves reared up, in a strange display no one had seen before. The wrappings covered the top halves of their bodies. "Is he going for the win?"

The shockingly loud cat scream that echoed throughout the arena seemed to back this theory. But Elly disappeared and just as fast reappeared close to the staff, clutching Eraser's cloth for the win and noticeably upset. Her ears were flat on her head and she was still hissing. Aizawa, however, appeared eerily calm. He had that creepy grin on his face that he sometimes sported when he thought he'd outwitted someone. And he was bleeding.

"What happened?" Midnight gasped. 

"He kissed me!"

Mic paused, his head cocked as he listened to this bit of information. He saw his friend wipe at his bleeding lips and his shocked brain slowly caught up with what had been said. He took a step towards Aizawa, frowning. He looked back at Elly, who was blushing across her pretty cheeks and touching her mouth with one hand. 

"WHAAAAAT?!" He yelled almost at full power. His quirk usually didn't manifest unless he triggered it, but when he got upset he sometimes lost control. Everyone clapped their ears to their heads, but the sound had been mainly directed by the speakers about Mic's neck at the person responsible for his anger and disbelief. Aizawa's eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out, a little trickle of blood running from both ears.

"Damn it, Mic," Midnight sighed. "Now we have to rush him to Healing Girl."

King of my Heart - 1

"King of my Heart - 1"

orig. 11/7/2018

BNHA Elly (Cheshire) x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Inspired by the song "King of my Heart" by Taylor Swift 

"First Meeting" scenario (PG)

Non-Canon based off manga/anime

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"So, she's here already?" 

"Is she coming in?"

"Somebody from America! I'm super psyched!"

Nezu swung about in his chair at the sound of the voices clamoring behind him. He steepled his fingers and grinned at the grouping of teachers clustered in front of his desk. "She arrived... ah, here we are," he murmured, taking his phone up to glance briefly at it. "In our district early this morning. She just texted me to let me know she'll be here after classes. To formally introduce herself to the staff, and in case anyone wants to get to know her better before she greets the students."

They thanked the principal and started to leave. As they walked out the door, the woman standing on the far left stopped, letting it close behind her. She pursed her lips, rolling a strand of dark hair between her fingers in thought. "We can go out to that karaoke bar around the corner!" She burst out suddenly, eyes lighting up. 

"Ugh," the tired-looking scruffy man standing as far away from her grunted. "Not that, Midnight. Anything but that."

Midnight pouted. "But Aizawa -"

"Yeahhhh!" His buddy beside him clapped him on the back almost as hard as he suddenly yelled. Aizawa stumbled and swore under his breath. "C'mon, 'Shou, karaoke! You don't have to sing. This new teacher likes music, right right?" 

"Damn it, Mic, you're an idiot." He rolled his bloodshot eyes, seeing where he was going with this. He strode out of the main offices and down the hall.

"Well, then we have to be polite." The other man lengthened his stride and caught up quickly. He ran a hand along his huge, slicked-back mass of blond hair jutting out the back of his head, preening slightly.

"You have to." 

"He's right, Eraser," the bondage-dressed woman stuck her tongue out at him, for once not seductively and only in jest. "Hizashi might be an idiot, but if we want to get to know her better this is a great way!"

"Hey!" The blond man narrowed his eyes at the teasing. "Cut it out."

"Oooh, it's gonna be forever before she shows up," Midnight whined, staring at the clock in the hallway they were heading down. 

Of course, time wound down like it normally did and before they knew it, they were standing in the teacher's lounge watching the doorway in anticipation. The students had left to go back to the dorms and most of the teachers had ended up gathering together to at least meet the arrival, if not party with her afterward. They all had gotten enough time to go home and change into civilian clothing and were comfortable and ready.

"Principal Nezu went to meet her with one of the staff cars," Midnight gossipped gleefully. "She must be important."

"She's a Pro Hero from another country," Aizawa said quietly. "It's probably not so much her as the status of our nation. We're playing nice as we always do."

"C'mon c'mon." Hizashi was impatiently snapping his fingers. "I can't wait to get out there and -"

He was cut off as voices were heard approaching. Everyone perked up as the door opened and Nezu walked in with his hand held up, smiling in welcome. "Here we are," he said. "This is most of the staff here at UA."

"Welcome," they said almost in unison as the woman stepped nervously in. 

She immediately bowed upon hearing their greeting. "Thank you for having me." When she straightened up again, Aizawa glanced sharply at his friend. He had gasped loudly, the sound unheard by most in the room. Hizashi's cheeks had taken on the brightest red color he'd ever seen and his eyes had a dopey gleam that he knew could only mean one thing. He'd only seen it once before in school, but he knew what it meant. His hand came up before his eyes and he sighed deeply. 

"Crap," he husked under his breath.

The woman was going about shaking hands and answering various questions. He watched from a distance as she moved about her unfamiliar surroundings. Hesitant, yet that was normal as she probably had jet lag and this was a different country than she was used to. Her Japanese was excellent, and she seemed to shake off what remnants of anxiety she had upon the friendly reception they had prepared for her. 

"This is Shouta Aizawa," Midnight was introducing them. He inclined his head briefly as she added, "Eraserhead," mentioning his hero name as she had done for all of them.

The woman smiled and nodded back at him, unperturbed at his lack of enthusiasm. "My name is Elly Sketchit. Hero name, Cheshire."

"Cheshire?" Aizawa's eyebrow raised. That made sense. She had cat ears sticking up out of her purple, short-cropped hair and a striped, double-tipped tail. Her outfit was simple, obviously as casual as theirs were. She wore a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt under a shorter one with the name of what he only assumed was some band on it. Minimal jewelry; one ring and a black leather choker with an eye cabochon on it that looked like a cat's pupil.

Her striking, dark purple eyes fell upon his friend and for a startling moment, the usually garrulous man was tongue-tied. "I'm - ah," he struggled to clear his mind while stammering. 

Aizawa smirked the tiniest bit. "He's Hizashi Yamada," he supplied helpfully.

The eyes widened. "Present Mic?"

Hizashi blinked, staring at her in a new light. "Are you a listener?" He asked incredulously. "I didn't think anyone knew about my station in America."

"Or cared. Ouch." As soon as Aizawa spoke Hizashi elbowed him, hard.

"I - um, didn't know what your civilian look was." Her ears twitched in amusement at his reaction. "Although I should've realized. I tune in every Friday."

The statement brought new life to Hizashi. He threw his hands in the air and yelled, "She's got good taste! Awwwwww-right! Let's go party!"

"Where are we going?" She was grinning broadly by this time as a small group ushered her out of the school. Only Aizawa, Nemuri and Hizashi were going out with her, although she'd been introduced to everyone. The others had claimed they had other business, though some, after having seen the odd behavior Mic had been displaying, had declined for other reasons. Three was enough; Hizashi clearly had only eyes for one.

"Karaoke!" He chirped happily, pointing swift finger-guns around the corner of the street. "There's a place not far from here."

"Savvy business tactics," Aizawa approved. "They saw the need for a place for us to unwind, students and staff. Civilians go there, too, but it's often us."

"They have private booths and stuff, and you can order food. I heard it's different in America." Nemuri looked questioningly at her and she nodded.

"Yeah, we don't have private rooms for that kind of thing. It'll be fun." 

When they got there they ordered a larger room than usual and sat down to order food and drinks. Elly appeared to love their culture's food and was thrilled to get the chance to taste a lot of things she normally wouldn't back home. Midnight immediately leaped up to choose something to sing. When she would have included Elly, Hizashi waved her off with a slashing "no" gesture. Midnight giggled evilly and spun about, grabbing the mic from a corner.

"So, uh..." Hizashi adjusted his square-rim glasses and stared blankly at the menu. "Get whatever for me, Shou, okay?" He turned back to Elly with a broad smile. "That's awesome that you're one of my listeners. Really."

She nodded. "I sing a little, and folks back home said I have a decent voice. So I started getting into radio, doing a little frequency myself and broadcasting some songs here and there. When I first got interested, one of the stations I found was yours. I guess I just love this culture and you're always so upbeat, I love your show." Her ears flicked to the sides and she blushed. "I feel silly saying that. I'm not like, ah, a fangirl or anything. I mean, you know."

"Your jacket has his logo on it," Aizawa pointed out unhelpfully. The look Elly gave him had daggers in it, and he chuckled. 

"Whaaaatttt?!!" Mic screeched in shock. He reached out and pulled it from where they had stored them and sure enough, "Put Your Hands in the Air Radio" - right on the back. "Holy shit!"

Thankfully at this point their drinks arrived and she hid under guise of taking a long swig of beer. When she came up for air Midnight's song had ended and she was in the process of trying to drag Aizawa up to sing with her. It was not going well, but she'd managed to get him away from the table momentarily.

"Hey." Mic had propped one of his feet up on her booth and was staring down, his long leg cocked. 

"Nya?" In her confusion she uttered a cat sound. He had gotten up to stand closer! 

"Mind if I sit here instead of Nemuri?" The girls had automatically sat together but he evidently wanted to switch. She nodded and scooted over, and he sat with a big grin on his face. The cat miaow - adorable -- his heart was racing. "Your voice has great tone," he said softly. "You gonna sing tonight?"

"Maybe." She eyed him sideways, toying with the rim of her bottle. "I mean. it's my first night and I should be really scared and stuff, but I feel..." She paused, groping for the right word, and he laid his hand on her shoulder briefly. 

"Like you belong?"

When she looked up what she knew was going to happen did. Those eyes - she had seen photos before, of course, he was a famous teacher here. But the color and the concentric circles were a gorgeous combination, dizzying in intensity. And his hand on her shoulder was more than warm. She felt the fabled "electricity" her friends and all those movies and books had always told her happened in real life. She opened her mouth to say something, she didn't know what - but suddenly Hizashi was no longer there.

"Yerk!" He fell backwards as Midnight yanked him out of the booth. 

"Get outta here," she slurred. "It's her turn to sing!" She pointed her glass at Elly. 

"I guess so!"

When she'd gotten up, Hizashi lunged at Nemuri but Aizawa held him back. "Relax, Mic."

"That drunk wench just -"

"I'm not drunk," Nemuri said in a perfectly level voice. She pointed at the flushed and sweating man before her. "You. Sit. Now." Hizashi did as he was told, his friend plopping down beside him again. "Don't rush things," she told him seriously. "The woman likes you, sure. But we've got some time. Give it that."

"Arrgh!" He flopped forward onto the table, deflated for the moment.

"Listen." Aizawa poked him. Elly had begun to sing. Her voice wasn't spectacular enough to be a professional's, but it was better than your average amateur. Mic's glasses fell down his nose as he melted onto the table.

"Oh. My. God," he croaked. "That's so freaking excellent." Then, as was his wont, he perked up, pointing one finger at the ceiling. "I'll sing one with her next! Yoo-hoo, Cheshire baby!" He pushed himself up and leaped over them all to scamper over to her side.

Aizawa's hand met his face again. "God damn it, Mic," he sighed for the second time that day. 

"This is going to be fun," Midnight laughed.

Gentle Cook

"Gentle Cook"

orig. 6/18/2013

One Piece - Elly x Sanji , adult

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Sanji tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt with a smile. He'd purchased it on one of their forays into the  latest seaside town they had docked at. It was a deep, dark blue and it set off his golden hair beautifully, making his blue eyes seem almost black. He had found it in the most extraordinary place - a culinary shop that sold outerwear as well as pots, pans and kitchen implements. The lettering across the front of his lean chest read "Gentle Cook".

"Perfect. Wail 'til the girls see this." As if he had called her, Elly peered around the corner of his room. Her nose wrinkled when she saw the shirt.

"Sanji? Are you wearing casual clothing?" She flicked her furry ears in shock. The chef usually wore a suit jacket, slacks and a tie. Now he wore a t-shirt and was even wearing jeans! This startled her enough to forget one of the unspoken rules the girls agreed on: never walk alone into Sanji's bedroom. "What's that say anyway?" She walked closer and he grinned, staying farther back so she would have to enter all the way. The door closed behind her and they were completely, blissfully alone. He started to blush and had to hold himself tightly in check; the wiggling and hearts-for-eyes gave him away every time. Sanji wasn't a fool. He was just highly emotional when it came to pretty ladies. He would be careful this time.

"I bought it at that shop we visited yesterday." He tugged it straight so she could better read. When she saw what it said she snorted laughter.

"Ha." She shook her head in resignation.

"What?" He placed a hand over his heart. "You doubt this? Even after knowing me for all these months?"

"I'm just glad it didn't say something else." She squinted. "You know, if you sit down or hunch over just the right way it looks like it says..." Sanji gasped right about when she opened her mouth on the last word. He couldn't believe his ears but he rushed forward, placing a smooth hand marred only slightly with knife cuts over her lips.

"Angel! You shouldn't say something like that!" His eye widened and he snatched his hand back with an alarmed exclamation. She had licked his palm.

"Don't do that," she growled in warning. "Besides, I'll say what I like."

"But ladies don't do that sort of thing!" She rolled her eyes dramatically when he spoke. 

"So it's ladylike to do this?" She leaned forward, hunching her shoulders together so that her cleavage bulged dangerously up and almost out. Hooking a finger in her tank top she pulled it down, exposing even more of the milky white skin of her breasts. She waited until he gurgled and fell down, then pointed her finger at him imperiously. "Now do things for me."

"Wh - what?"

"Just impersonating your favorite whore." Elly shrugged and turned around to walk out. "Saying 'cock' doesn't make me less a lady than randomly exposing my body to every guy that might do something for me or give me money." She tossed this casually over her shoulder and his expression grew more and more incredulous. His face had rushed from red to blue in shock and his visible eye was giant. He was also twitching. Elly's hand twisted the knob and opened the door when a shoe came sailing from out of nowhere to slam against it, closing it again.

"Hey!" Sanji called weakly. She turned around, frowning. He was still sitting sprawled out on the floor, sans shoe of course.

"You idiot! Why did you do that?!"

"Eh?" He shook his head as if to clear it. Someone talking trash about the woman he'd placed on a pedestal from the first day he had seen her? He'd kick a man into the ground if someone said what she had. But this was another woman and worse yet, one he was sailing with! The conundrum left him in a state of near despair. For once he didn't know how to handle himself. He sat there with an almost childish mix of bafflement on his pale features.

"You dumbass! Why would you throw a shoe?" She picked it up and threw it back at him. He stared dumbly at it and didn't duck. Her aim was slightly off - she didn't throw well -- and good thing, because as it was it clipped the side of his face. Sanji's head snapped back, blood flying from the side of his mouth. The pain angered him and, doubly dazed, he flipped to his feet, whipping his shoe-clad foot around. He intended to slam it into whatever guy was dumb enough to attack him. Elly blinked and leaped up at the wall as he kicked, changing form and digging four paws full of claws into the ceiling.  "Don't give me another reason to slap the shit out of you!" She snarled angrily, safely suspended above the confused cook.

"Oh, shit," he panted. "Did I hit you?"

"You tried to kick me!" Her too-light eyes seemed to burn in her rage.

He apologized dramatically.

She hissed at him.

He got down on his knees and apologized again. He seemed frightened, unsure. Elly slowly crawled down and landed before him with a thump. She shook herself briskly back into human form and stood before him with flashing eyes. She would have yelled at him again but he looked up at her.

"I'm sorry," he said simply, sincerely. She sat down suddenly, all the strength gone out of her legs.

"All right." Tired. She was so tired. Dealing with the man was like having relations with a whirlwind. There was a lot of noise and fuss and you tried to avoid being thrown around. In the end of course, the whirlwind always won. She thrust her lower lip out, pouting. "I'm sorry too."

"You don't have to be." He started to get up but she saw his face and winced.

"Crap. Did I do that?" She reached out and touched the smear of blood. "We should get Chopper."

"I'm all right." He jerked forwards sharply as her fingers caressed the side of his cheek, sliding under his chin and ruffling the fuzz there. Sanji gulped and started to sweat. "Ah..." He tried to move but couldn't; he wanted to warn her, but of what? Elly was doing this to him, not the other way around. It was just that she didn't seem aware. He got the feeling this was a desire she'd been trying to hide.

"Eh!" She suddenly snatched her hand away and thrust it against her other. The two clutched at each other in anxiety, wringing and twisting. "I'll just leave." She hurried to do just that but his hand caught her own as she placed it on the doorknob again. He was standing directly behind her, smelling of smoke and cologne, warm and softly breathing with his chest touching her back.

"Stay," he whispered.

"I can't."

"Please stay."

"No." She hung her head and clenched her teeth together. When she spoke again it was a push of air, forced. Tormented. "Can't."

"No one ever stays," he commented sadly. "Like you said." He stepped back to let her leave but she turned around and set her back to the door.

"What 'like I said'?"

"Ah, Angel." He dug around in his jeans pocket and rescued a cigarette. The other long-fingered hand produced a match from someplace and he lit the smoke with an ease born out of practice. His curled eyebrow raised, he dragged deeply. "I look, they seem to promise, but I don't get any love." He blew smoke out  when she snorted in disgust.

"I'm not an angel. And of course you don't," she said in a long-suffering tone. "Women like the one you want? Please."

"How do you know what I want?" He asked.

"Nami." She waved a hand in the general direction of the orange-haired girl's quarters. "You could pay her precious money and she'd still spit in your eye." He put a hand to his head, scrubbing at his cheek. His wave of golden hair shone in the cabin's bright light as it shifted under his touch.

"Um."

"I know. I'm not a very nice lady." She stood tall, defiant. "But I'm not like her. I won't tease you." She walked firmly towards him, sandals slapping on the wooden deck. Sanji took a step backwards but she reached out and grasped the back of his neck, pulling him towards her with minimal effort. He seemed taken aback at the change in events, bewildered again and unsure.

"Angel?" He asked uncertainly. His hand with the cigarette lay flat on her shoulder blades. Smoke curled lazily up in the still air. She tugged closer.

"Be gentle," she whispered mockingly before their lips met. Sanji's eye shot open. The unbelievable had happened. He responded out of instinct more than anything right away, his mouth opening and probing cautiously for a deeper kiss. Her body rested lightly against his, breasts brushing against his chest through the new shirt. He spoke her name one more time when she flicked her tongue on his swollen lip, licking the few drops of blood away.

"Is this why," he breathed, "You hate N- Nami?" He carefully avoided using the cutesy name he called her, dropping any affectionate add-ons and trying to sound impartial.

"Pffff." Her eyes reproached him. "I dislike any female that acts the way she does."

"I just thought..."

"That I was smitten with jealousy because you want her and not me?" Elly looked off to the side. "Give me strength," she gritted out. Sanji held up a hand in supplication.

"Oi, love, I didn't mean it that way."

"It's because it's not true," she said. Her leg rose and rubbed against his, her lower body bumping on him. All the air in his body rushed out of his lungs and all the blood raced into his groin. He was suddenly, shockingly, hard - and all at once. It had been creeping up on him while they kissed but this was almost painful. The blond cook groaned loudly. "You do want me."

"Ah," he choked. Her hand was touching him. Sanji crushed the cigarette out in his palm as his hands spasmed. The woman before him was deliberately unbuckling his belt. One hand was cupping him. Her hand - rubbing him -- on the bulge of his erection. He twisted and coughed, face burning, eyes tearing. The only thing keeping him from falling backwards was the massive strength his legs possessed. They had locked tight the minute he had begun wobbling in the slightest fashion.

"Be still," she murmured, sliding his belt free. "I waited too long for this."

"Waited?" Damn it! He felt like such an idiot. Every time he tried to come up with something to say to romance her he could only parrot back the last thing she said. Of course he was going to be completely speechless all too soon and he knew it. Sanji placed a hand on her shoulder and with a massive effort spoke quietly in a calmer voice. "The bed," he husked.

"Hmm." Agreement. Thank goodness, he thought, relieved. This gave him time to shake down his jeans and try to gather up some semblance of dignity as she pulled back the gray bolster. She giggled when she saw the sheets: pink with little pandas on them. Doskoi Panda. She knew he'd have to have designer everything. While she was chuckling over his taste in bedding he crept up behind her. Sanji grinned and kissed her neck, reaching around to lightly hold her waist in two very capable hands. The hands crept up her rib cage and then to the swell of her breasts, hefting and then tracing careful fingertips up the sides. She shivered.

"Yes?" He kissed her again, lingering over her skin. It had a drowsy, sweet scent and he inhaled deeply, his palms brushing across hardened nipples.

"Oh, that's nice."

"It gets nicer," he purred.

"I'll bet." Their light banter eased the seriousness of what they were doing. Elly let Sanji nudge her onto the bed but when he would have laid on top of her she placed a hand on the crotch of his boxers. His body stiffened and he flopped back onto a pillow instead.

"If you really want that," he ground out, "take it." He reached down and pulled the underwear down, freeing his aching penis from the silky prison. The cooler air washed over his sweaty flesh and he closed his eyes. She didn't speak but he felt her touch. At last her palm closed around him and squeezed once, lightly. Sanji shivered. He reached out for her as she snuggled beside him and stroked her hair. He called her darling, sweetheart, lover and more as she pleasured him, touching him delicately in ways he had only dreamed of. His shirt had ridden up and she smiled and sat up so she could caress his chest under the thin cotton. The young man was so smooth. His groin was only brushed with a light dusting of golden curls but his legs were thick with stubble, darker than his hair and pubic area.

"Saa~nji," she called in a soft, lilting voice.

"Hmm!" His abdomen twitched when her hand trailed away and he looked up at her.

"Just wanted you to look at me." She flashed him a wide grin and rubbed the lubricating moisture from his member's swollen head around his full length. He choked on whatever he'd been about to say.

"Hunh!" Such cute noises he made, she marveled at his pants and groans. Carefully, she massaged the tender flesh directly above his tightly drawn balls and his hands shot out to clutch the bed sheets. Elly purred, her eyes their deepest, darkest shade of purple and her lips curled in a sweet little smile as she stroked the slender blond man. Her fingers slipped back to Sanji's tip and encircled it, tugging lightly. His cry was desperate, torn hoarsely from his throat as he twisted the cloth he held in his hands. His face and upper body were flushed and his entire body was breaking out in a light sheen of sweat. His efforts to hold back grew more violent as she ignored him, continuing to tickle and tease his rigid erection.

"Don't make me come yet!" He groaned and tossed his head back and forth on the pillow. "I want to make love to you, ah!" He yelped a sharp cry of protest when she leaned forward and licked him gently. Elly chuckled wickedly, her breathing harsh sounding, even to her own ears. The tension in her lower body was unbelievable. Even if she wanted to torment him more she couldn't wait. Sanji watched her quickly strip, pulling off her shirt, pants and bra. When she reached her panties he realized he still had his shirt on and started to remove it. Her hand stopped him.

"Leave the shirt," she murmured. "It makes you look sexy, half dressed." She paused, slowly dragging down her underwear as he stared hotly. His eye was half lidded, burning as he watched.

"Aa," he panted. His hands dropped. The shirt reached to his waist and his hips seemed to arch out of it, slender but deadly strong. His legs rippled with muscle as he moved but they were also thin; his power was deceptive. Elly was naked now, and she stretched luxuriously beside him.

"Make it good, Sanji," she purred.

"Anything," he promised, taking her in his arms. Finally he was wrapped around her, kissing and breathing and pushing. She fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes, succumbing wholly to his advances. "For as long as you want," he murmured, slipping inside her with a low moan.

"Delicious," she breathed into his mouth. His manhood filled her, thrilling her body with that satisfying feeling of completion. Oh how she'd wanted this. Her sex was slick and their love made better by the excited trickle of body fluids he had caused her to create.

"Mmm, this?" He pushed deeper, easily thrusting to the base of his penis and sighing when their bellies touched. The shirt grazed her, folds falling on her chest and she laughed with sheer bliss. He pulled almost all the way back and then pushed in again and again.

"Better," she moaned. He moved even slower, muscles rippling. His lower body was trained and strong; his control and balance superb. Sanji dipped in and out in a rocking motion, loving her like the waves of the sea. His lips brushed her throat and tongue lapped. His kisses were flickering; they peppered her upper body leaving a flush of desire in their wake.

"Oh Sanji, that's so sweet..." He listened with one half of his awareness to the woman he was loving. She was breathing in harsh little puffs, her head thrown to one side and forehead straining with passion.

"Told you," he gasped. "So gentle for you." He shuddered. Damn, she felt so good. Her warmth and heat gripped him snugly, building the perfect friction as he pumped.

"Oh god," she wept. "Oh god, oh god... Sanji." The burn flew up her stomach and back down to her sex again. His strokes were making her delirious with joy. The lean blond man knew how to pace himself perfectly. He would peak and then back down and even stop, taking a few moments to mouth her breasts or whisper her name. He heard her whimpering his name, chanting it, heady sexual music that he loved.

"Yes," he said quietly.

"Sannnnn...ji. Oh my dear," breathed out between puffy lips. Some of her lavender hair was stuck to her cheek and he brushed it aside as he continued to move. "My dear, yes."

"Come softly," he whispered, and as if her body was bidden by his commands she did. So romantic, he was so loving and oh so gentle. Gentle.

It was wonderful.

Elly had raised her hand to her lips and she bit it to stifle the wail that wanted to tear out of her throat. Her feet curling and body trembling, she rode the orgasm that seeped so tenderly through her. The heat spread - more, she couldn't take more! -- and she was crying, really crying, reaching for him blindly.

"Again," she stammered. "Oh god, again." It didn't stop. Her lover was moving faster now and that sensitive bundle of nerves that had just exploded in pleasure was attacked by further stimulation. She cried and he held her, telling her not to cry, that he would never hurt her. He'd been a fool. This was so much more than he had thought he would ever have. Sanji's voice deepened and broke. His hair swung forward and she unthinkingly pushed the shiny golden fall to one side with her hand.

"Ah!" Sanji was shocked as both his eyes stared into hers for the first time. Her expression was ...it couldn't be! He hung his head, hiding his stunned features from her. Wide eyes, burning cheeks. His pupils were pinpricks in his shock. Was it love? Yes! No. Did she love him? Did he have what he always wanted? Could he? Sanji wept. Tears ran down his face as hers had but he twisted his face hard as he struggled to hold it in so she wouldn't see. Still they fell in sparkling drips and splashed not only on his dark shirt but her chest as well. But by then he wasn't paying attention. His orgasm. Oh, for his love. Inside his love. He dimly remembered he was nude inside her with no protection and the thought inflamed him.

Sanji came so hard he winced and pulled a muscle in his arm straining against her. And he vaguely heard her calling his name out from beneath him again until they wound down. Then there was silence for awhile. They relaxed, their bodies cooling. Finally he had to rear back and out of her before she cramped up. She reached for the tissues at the side of the bed to clean herself and he rolled his shoulders back. His eyes scanned the room for his jeans. Where'd he put those?

He seriously needed a cigarette right about now. His body was trembling and his mind was more confused than he had been earlier. That had been love in her eyes. He was sure of it. He pushed his hair back from his eyes and sighed gustily. He didn't even hear her get up.

Where the fuck were they?! He could think if he had one, he was sure of it. He would light one and hold her by his side. He looked forward to some romantic cuddling, but he had to have a damned...

A nuzzle on his ankle caused him to jump. A striped lavender nekomata was purring and rubbing against his bare legs. She held his pack in her mouth.

"Damn," he whispered softly. "You're really too much."