"This one is kind of, ah, interesting. You use your capture weapon all the time..." Elly sat at the edge of the bed, eyeing her nude boyfriend as he lay comfortably back, propped up on a few pillows. She was naked as well and ready for their next experiment.
"Trust me, I know what it feels like," he grunted, scratching absently at the sparse black hair in the middle of his chest. "I wasn't proficient with it immediately. It took me years, and when I first started learning, I would often end up completely mummified."
"Well, this isn't that, thank god. You bought safer materials so I don't have to worry as much."
"Of course." He flexed his bare arms, rolling them back and forth experimentally. "I'll let you tie me loosely. Won't fight it very hard. I just need to feel like you're in control."
She nodded uncertainly and looped the soft material around his wrists, tying him to the bedposts. She did the same with his ankles but tied them together.
He strained against the cords, testing them. "Yes ... this will work," he murmured to himself. His ponytail tickled his shoulder and he tossed his head, flipping it back. "Don't forget the collar."
She attached that as well, making sure it wasn't too tight and running a hand up the back of his neck to check that his hair wasn't caught anywhere. "Shit, baby, you look hot tied up like that." Elly gently touched one of his wrists. "Not too tight?"
He shook his head. "Yet it's surprisingly secure. I could pull free if I tried but it would probably cause quite a bit of strain."
"Do you want - I guess I'm not sure how to go about this exactly. What do you want to get out of this?"
He hung his head, staring up at her from below heavy lids. "I want you to be in complete control over me. You choose whether to give me pleasure or not."
"Oh, geez..." She fanned herself with one hand, panting. "Okay. I can do this."
"I hope so."
"Huh. You seem to like this." She grinned mischievously and tweaked one of his nipples.
"Hey!"
"Hush. You wanted this, you're going to get it. Now play nice." She pinched harder and he choked a little, embarrassed at his obvious reaction below. Alternating pinches with kisses and nibbling, she worked only on those hardened bits of skin until they became more sensitive to any touch. That was when he started moaning, whipping his head back and forth.
"Aaah! Sh - shit! The hell!" He was baffled at the pleasure. He knew some men liked this but had never felt this way before. As she bit and sucked on his left while pulling the left, he banged his head backwards on the soft pillows, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Ungh!"
"Breathe, baby. Or you'll pass out." She patted his splotchy red cheek.
"Y - yes. Yes, my queen." He forced himself to take several slow, deep breaths.
"You're far more excited about this than I thought you'd be," she noted. "Hmm..." Her hand stole down his body, tickling lightly until she reached his dripping penis. She gripped him tight and pumped several times, very quickly.
Aizawa threw his head back, his hips jerking as he tried to simultaneously escape and buck into the overstimulating touch. "Please! Oh, please, no, it's too much!"
"Is it? You don't seem to be using any safe words..."
"Please stop!"
"Naughty Shota," Elly whispered. "You know just what to say to play the game, don't you?"
He gulped loudly, chest heaving as he drooped forward. There was a tiny ghost of a smile on his lips. "Does my queen like me this way?"
"It's sexy as hell," she told him truthfully. "I'm so excited I might come if I move around too much." She rolled her eyes dramatically.
"May I - may I suggest something?"
"Mmm. Okay." She lifted his chin and kissed him on the nose. "Fucking cute," she husked.
"If you unhook me from the bed and attach the leash I could do more for you."
"What a great idea." She picked the length of leather out of the box of toys and clipped it onto the collar he wore. Then she unfastened his wrists and ankles, rubbing gently to increase circulation if needed. He assured her he was fine and hopped down from his prone position onto the floor to stretch.
She watched him arch his back and thrust his arms out with a pleasurable grimace, then tugged on the leash. "Shota, baby, come here. Now."
His eyes glowed red and he growled at her a little.
"Oh, I see. You've decided you want to be punished. How fun!" He caught the leather strap in his teeth and pulled, resisting, as she tightened her grip. "Either you come sit at my feet right now or I'll wrestle you here anyway... and then spank you. With your own leash."
His breath caught in his throat. He hadn't planned on this part but suddenly he wanted it so bad he hurt. Elly saw this and stood, walking over to grab his collar and carefully tug him to the edge of the bed.
Aizawa whimpered, placing his forehead on the edge. "Do it. Please, do it," he choked.
She bit her lip as he raised his bare bottom to her. "I'm not sure how hard -"
He turned his head to stare at her in supplication, his dark gray eyes swimming with unshed tears. "I'm hard," he gasped. "So hard! Just try it lightly at first. I promise I'll let you know if it gets to be too much."
Elly braced herself and traced patterns on his skin with the edge, trying to figure out how to go about this. She had read a lot of things online in preparation but now that his naked flesh was right in front of her she hesitated. He whimpered eagerly and she leaned forward to kiss his back.
"Sorry, love. Just want to be in the right frame of mind." She raised the strap and spanked him as lightly as she could. He groaned and turned his head around to glare at her so comically that she had to stifle a giggle. "You asked for it, then."
The next strike cracked much harder and left a pink color behind in its wake. Though the material was leather, it was crafted in a way to be perfect for both uses and apparently it hurt just enough. His breathing grew hoarse as she continued and he arched into the light beating until all at once he cried out.
"Harder!" He flinched as she struck again and then wailed softly. "Yes! God! I - I'm close, I need to come! Help me, my queen!"
She reached around to roughly jerk him off as she slapped him with the leather. Aizawa trembled all over, snapping at the air and howling with delight. The treatment had finally accomplished his break from reality and all he felt was immense, deeply satisfying pleasure. The stimulation was so much he wept as he came, bucking forward and shooting his seed onto the floor.
He came to on his back on the bed as she gently wiped him clean. "Hey, there he is. I was almost worried when you didn't come around right away but you were smiling, so it seemed okay."
"Hmm." He watched as she set the wash cloth aside and crawled up beside him.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom or anything?"
He shook his head. "No."
"Okay." She nuzzled his cheek and purred, rubbing against him in the way she knew he loved. "I love you."
He blushed hard and coughed, nodding but unable to answer. Elly smiled and wrapped her arms around him, cuddling him close.
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Thursday, July 4, 2019
7/7/2019 (Hizashi)
"Mmm, birthday sex," he shivered, still nuzzling her neck. "Can I really have anything I want, princess?"
"Of course." She stroked the back of his head, dreamily combing the long, blond tresses in her fingers. "You know I'll do anything for you. I would have come up with a surprise, but I thought maybe you wanted to pick something."
His breathing grew ragged as he thought about it, his own hands idly toying with her breasts through the t-shirt she wore. "Good idea. We're always adventurous, babe. Tonight, though, I kinda just want you to suck me off."
"Really?" She lifted his head to stare into his swirling, green eyes. "That's all?"
"Yep." He kissed her softly. "I guess in the long run, we don't do that as much and I get distracted by other stuff I wanna try. I'm happy, little tired from all the partying, and want you to do that thing you do with your tongue." He hummed in appreciation. "Kinda miss that."
"Oh, sweetie, I'd be glad to. You want it fast or slow?"
"Uhm... Do it like I do you? Make sense?"
She purred suggestively. "I can <i>definitely</i> do that. I love you so much." Hizashi nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He sat back, propping one leg on the coffee table as she knelt in front of the couch. "Okay if I just pull you out of your pants?"
"Ye - es," he wheezed. "'Sides, I know it gets you hotter if I'm still dressed. Go for it." His hand clutched reflexively on the arm of the couch when she carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks.
"There he is," she murmured when his eager penis sprang out, freed from the confinement of his boxer briefs. "Such a big boy."
He whimpered. "Ah, baby, you know what I want... so sexy. Ungh."
"Mm hmm." She pulled very gently to straighten him and then pressed her lips on the very tip.
"Ahh!"
"I just wanted to kiss you, sweetheart," she said innocently. "I love you - all of you -- so very much."
"Haa... ahh! Kisses!"
"How old are you again? That's quite a few kisses," she teased, dabbing at the slit with her tongue before running it underneath.
His hand gripped the sofa even more tightly, the other whipping up to curl in front of his lips. "Yes ... yes! Oh, that's so good!"
"Here's your favorite spot," she purred, licking lightly and then sucking. "Mmm, Zashi," she panted around the slick head of his member. "You taste like <i>you</i>. My favorite flavor."
He hitched in a sharp, quick whistle of breath, eyes wide. "Sh - shit, yer too good at this!" She kissed him again, sucking and licking, and he groaned. "I - I want... nmm, do <i>that</i>, nice and gentle."
She wrapped her lips around him and suckled as softly as she could. Hizashi actually squealed, jerking forward with his necklaces bouncing on his chest.
"D - don't stop, Ches... don't stop, please oh god, please! <i>Just like that!</i>"
She kept going, keeping her breathing even with her hand gripping his sticky flesh while she sucked on the very end of his erection. After several minutes he bit his lip, squirming on the cushions as he clutched wildly at the back of her head in warning. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, <i>yes</i>!"
He blinked, still shuddering a little as he came to. Elly was still in front of him and he saw her throat work as she closed her eyes.
"Wow, baby, did you swallow? That shit is extra <i>credit.</i>" His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned thickly as he dropped heavily backwards. "Whoo."
"Happy birthday," she told him with a gentle smile.
"Of course." She stroked the back of his head, dreamily combing the long, blond tresses in her fingers. "You know I'll do anything for you. I would have come up with a surprise, but I thought maybe you wanted to pick something."
His breathing grew ragged as he thought about it, his own hands idly toying with her breasts through the t-shirt she wore. "Good idea. We're always adventurous, babe. Tonight, though, I kinda just want you to suck me off."
"Really?" She lifted his head to stare into his swirling, green eyes. "That's all?"
"Yep." He kissed her softly. "I guess in the long run, we don't do that as much and I get distracted by other stuff I wanna try. I'm happy, little tired from all the partying, and want you to do that thing you do with your tongue." He hummed in appreciation. "Kinda miss that."
"Oh, sweetie, I'd be glad to. You want it fast or slow?"
"Uhm... Do it like I do you? Make sense?"
She purred suggestively. "I can <i>definitely</i> do that. I love you so much." Hizashi nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He sat back, propping one leg on the coffee table as she knelt in front of the couch. "Okay if I just pull you out of your pants?"
"Ye - es," he wheezed. "'Sides, I know it gets you hotter if I'm still dressed. Go for it." His hand clutched reflexively on the arm of the couch when she carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks.
"There he is," she murmured when his eager penis sprang out, freed from the confinement of his boxer briefs. "Such a big boy."
He whimpered. "Ah, baby, you know what I want... so sexy. Ungh."
"Mm hmm." She pulled very gently to straighten him and then pressed her lips on the very tip.
"Ahh!"
"I just wanted to kiss you, sweetheart," she said innocently. "I love you - all of you -- so very much."
"Haa... ahh! Kisses!"
"How old are you again? That's quite a few kisses," she teased, dabbing at the slit with her tongue before running it underneath.
His hand gripped the sofa even more tightly, the other whipping up to curl in front of his lips. "Yes ... yes! Oh, that's so good!"
"Here's your favorite spot," she purred, licking lightly and then sucking. "Mmm, Zashi," she panted around the slick head of his member. "You taste like <i>you</i>. My favorite flavor."
He hitched in a sharp, quick whistle of breath, eyes wide. "Sh - shit, yer too good at this!" She kissed him again, sucking and licking, and he groaned. "I - I want... nmm, do <i>that</i>, nice and gentle."
She wrapped her lips around him and suckled as softly as she could. Hizashi actually squealed, jerking forward with his necklaces bouncing on his chest.
"D - don't stop, Ches... don't stop, please oh god, please! <i>Just like that!</i>"
She kept going, keeping her breathing even with her hand gripping his sticky flesh while she sucked on the very end of his erection. After several minutes he bit his lip, squirming on the cushions as he clutched wildly at the back of her head in warning. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, <i>yes</i>!"
He blinked, still shuddering a little as he came to. Elly was still in front of him and he saw her throat work as she closed her eyes.
"Wow, baby, did you swallow? That shit is extra <i>credit.</i>" His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned thickly as he dropped heavily backwards. "Whoo."
"Happy birthday," she told him with a gentle smile.
Red Lights and Low Swings
"Here we are! It's the alley right next to this." Hizashi wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's waist and squeezed her gently. "I'm so excited to take you here."
Elly smiled warmly up at him, blushing a little. He was so adorable in his enthusiasm with his shining green eyes and huge grin. She sighed happily. "I'm always happy to be with you."
"Aww, damn it. Too cute." He kissed her forehead. "Look!"
She gazed into the well lit, tightly spaced area in amazement. "Oohhh, it's so pretty. And it smells good!"
Several passersby smiled at her when they heard this and Hizashi winked. "You can get whatever food or drink you want here. An' karaoke and everything!"
"Wow, Zashi! Where - there's so many places! Where can we go?"
"We'll wing it." They started forward, mingling among the others strolling through the cobbled walk. Some shops had menus out front or signs advertising services and food, others simply had their sliding doors or curtains opened. Hizashi pointed out several good places to eat, a few tea houses and ramen shops. When they were close to a rather plain looking front he only chuckled, however.
"Zashi," she reproached him gently, noting that it was a love hotel. "You've never been here, have you?"
"No, no." He gave her a particularly quirky grin. "I just thought, ahhh... hell. It might be fun. The better ones are reputed to have neat theme rooms and stuff."
"I've wondered about these places," she admitted. "We don't really have this where I come from. I mean, there are places that you pay by the hour but they're not nice or even safe."
"These are safe," he murmured. "You know in our culture, there sometimes isn't a lot of room in the houses, so folks tend to need to get away once in awhile." His arm curled close about her waist and he guided her into a nearby tea house. "They even have hidden entrances and exits," he explained as he slipped past the obvious restaurant area into a dim hall.
"Hizashi, how did you know about this one?" She kept glancing around, yet she stayed close by his side.
"Okay, I researched it." He coughed lightly. "I wanted to make sure it was really nice. This is the best one in the area. It costs 5,000 just for a rest, uh. I mean, a two hour stay. See?" He pointed at a sign next to a thin black door.
"5,000? For two hours?"
"I actually, uh, booked us a night. It was a bit more than five." He blushed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Heh. The tea house will serve us dinner and we can relax more without the time limit. Plus we can still go out shopping!"
They opened the door and got their key from the desk.
"This really isn't what I was expecting at all," Elly commented quietly as they made their way down the hall. The floor was neat but plain and the walls painted off-white.
Hizashi's smile grew wider as he opened the door to their room.
She walked in when he gestured elaborately, wrinkling her nose at him... and then froze, her eyes wide. The inside was everything what she thought it should be, elaborate and so over-the-top that it was more kitsch than garish. Brightly painted walls depicted a fairytale forest, complete with giant mushrooms and unicorns. The decor was the same - mounted dragon and unicorn heads, plaster casts of mythological beasts and a series of small, round lights strung across the ceiling.
"This was the closest thing they had to your favorite book," he told her sheepishly.
"It's hideous!" Elly went over every corner, checking the decorations out and discovering several unique features along the way. She faced her beaming boyfriend and winked. "I love it."
She had, however, in her initial inspection, over looked a purple contraption securely tethered to the ceiling in the corner. This might have been due to the fact that he was standing nervously in front of it.
"Ohhh my god," she gasped, realizing what it might be used for.
"You wanna try it, baby?" He nuzzled the back of her neck, humming suggestively. "I bought it new; they hook it up for you based on your height requirements. I think I can figure out what straps go where." He ran a hand over her thigh and sighed lustily.
"Hizashi!"
"What? You know I won't force you, princess. I just thought it might be - whoa!" She whirled around and pressed her mouth to his, grabbing his shirt lapels and tugging them briskly.
"You devil."
"Uhmnn!" He squeezed her rear in both hands, panting hotly into her mouth.
"You wanted to try this." Her purple eyes were bright. "You even set up a hotel stay so we could fool around in a safer area than in our campus apartment!"
He flashed her a toothy smile, looking more like his alter ego for a moment. "You might like it," he cajoled in a singing voice.
She shivered. "Zashi, I do like when you enjoy yourself. It means I do, too. I told you before, sweetie - " She paused to press herself fully against him. "I'm always happy to be with you."
He held her tightly and they kissed for a few minutes, getting progressively more passionate. Their hands roamed all over each other, grasping hungrily.
"So," he panted, "you're not angry? I thought it'd be a fun surprise, but the look on your face when you saw the swing..."
"I'm not angry," she reassured him. "You know I'm up for trying new things. Especially if you saw it and got turned on!"
"Wanna try it, then?"
Moments later they were nude and he was lifting her into the seat. Her wrists and ankles were bound into it as well as her torso. He stepped back and admired his work, nodding to himself.
"It feels secure." She wiggled around, and he whistled in appreciation.
"You bounce very nicely when you do that." He drew near and she watched his approach, loving that he had kept his glasses, beaded bracelet and necklaces on. It meant he was far too eager than he was letting on. Hizashi held her still and positioned himself.
"Almost..." Standing when she was mobile like this was a little difficult. He slipped a few times but then groaned deeply. "Ah, there. I'm inside you."
"Yes," she breathed. "Ohh. N - now what?"
"M - move your weight into me," he moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Use the swing..."
Elly realized that gravity meant it was now much easier to do this to him than when she was on top of him in a bed. She smiled devilishly as she also realized why he had really wanted to try the swing. Drawing back and forth, she rocked against him as he stood trembling, biting his lip and breathing hard.
It felt very, very good.
Penetration was easy and deep, and she was loving the look of utter abandon on his drawn features. He whined, his head thrown back with his shining blond hair cascading behind him. "Oh, shit, yeah! Do me! Do me, baby! Please!"
"Hizashi!"
"Hmm, harder - faster! More, oh dear lord god more I'm gonna come so fuckin' hard..!"
She arched her back, sweating, using her tail for added weight as she bucked forward, driving him inside her. Her own pleasure was secondary right now. She felt good, but from his tone Hizashi was in absolute ecstacy and she was determined to give him a tryst to remember. He bent forward all of a sudden, shuddering, his eyes squeezed tight and his hips jerking. His mouth opened and she realized her mistake.
But he did not scream.
A tight, thin wheeze squeaked out from between his lips, and then a low string of nearly unintelligible words as his chest heaved with effort. She caught some of them and heard that he was basically telling her how much he loved her and how good he felt.
She clung to him, swaying gently until her momentum died down. He opened his eyes and gave her a proud grin.
"Surprised ya, huh? I wanted to try out this new technique I've been reading about. Instead of yellin' I release all the pent up emotion all at once with a lot of words, instead of one long, loud one."
"You were magnificent, dear."
"Oh, uh, hell no. You were this time." He kissed her lingeringly, his hands unfastening straps and cording. "Did you come, though, baby?"
"Not yet. I'm so close I'm twitching. Just need a little bit more."
"Oh?" He set her down on her feet and reached out with his long fingers, sliding three inside her and curling them upwards. "Just a little?"
"Ha!"
"Rock into me again, lover. Take your pleasure." He added his thumb on top so every movement she made would also rub her clitorus. It was not long before she was sobbing his name over and over again.
"I like this place," he sighed, stroking her hair with his clean hand.
"Nmm. Me, too."
"Want to take a quick shower before round two?"
"If you carry me, yes."
He laughed happily and picked her up. "Hooray for weekends!"
Elly smiled warmly up at him, blushing a little. He was so adorable in his enthusiasm with his shining green eyes and huge grin. She sighed happily. "I'm always happy to be with you."
"Aww, damn it. Too cute." He kissed her forehead. "Look!"
She gazed into the well lit, tightly spaced area in amazement. "Oohhh, it's so pretty. And it smells good!"
Several passersby smiled at her when they heard this and Hizashi winked. "You can get whatever food or drink you want here. An' karaoke and everything!"
"Wow, Zashi! Where - there's so many places! Where can we go?"
"We'll wing it." They started forward, mingling among the others strolling through the cobbled walk. Some shops had menus out front or signs advertising services and food, others simply had their sliding doors or curtains opened. Hizashi pointed out several good places to eat, a few tea houses and ramen shops. When they were close to a rather plain looking front he only chuckled, however.
"Zashi," she reproached him gently, noting that it was a love hotel. "You've never been here, have you?"
"No, no." He gave her a particularly quirky grin. "I just thought, ahhh... hell. It might be fun. The better ones are reputed to have neat theme rooms and stuff."
"I've wondered about these places," she admitted. "We don't really have this where I come from. I mean, there are places that you pay by the hour but they're not nice or even safe."
"These are safe," he murmured. "You know in our culture, there sometimes isn't a lot of room in the houses, so folks tend to need to get away once in awhile." His arm curled close about her waist and he guided her into a nearby tea house. "They even have hidden entrances and exits," he explained as he slipped past the obvious restaurant area into a dim hall.
"Hizashi, how did you know about this one?" She kept glancing around, yet she stayed close by his side.
"Okay, I researched it." He coughed lightly. "I wanted to make sure it was really nice. This is the best one in the area. It costs 5,000 just for a rest, uh. I mean, a two hour stay. See?" He pointed at a sign next to a thin black door.
"5,000? For two hours?"
"I actually, uh, booked us a night. It was a bit more than five." He blushed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Heh. The tea house will serve us dinner and we can relax more without the time limit. Plus we can still go out shopping!"
They opened the door and got their key from the desk.
"This really isn't what I was expecting at all," Elly commented quietly as they made their way down the hall. The floor was neat but plain and the walls painted off-white.
Hizashi's smile grew wider as he opened the door to their room.
She walked in when he gestured elaborately, wrinkling her nose at him... and then froze, her eyes wide. The inside was everything what she thought it should be, elaborate and so over-the-top that it was more kitsch than garish. Brightly painted walls depicted a fairytale forest, complete with giant mushrooms and unicorns. The decor was the same - mounted dragon and unicorn heads, plaster casts of mythological beasts and a series of small, round lights strung across the ceiling.
"This was the closest thing they had to your favorite book," he told her sheepishly.
"It's hideous!" Elly went over every corner, checking the decorations out and discovering several unique features along the way. She faced her beaming boyfriend and winked. "I love it."
She had, however, in her initial inspection, over looked a purple contraption securely tethered to the ceiling in the corner. This might have been due to the fact that he was standing nervously in front of it.
"Ohhh my god," she gasped, realizing what it might be used for.
"You wanna try it, baby?" He nuzzled the back of her neck, humming suggestively. "I bought it new; they hook it up for you based on your height requirements. I think I can figure out what straps go where." He ran a hand over her thigh and sighed lustily.
"Hizashi!"
"What? You know I won't force you, princess. I just thought it might be - whoa!" She whirled around and pressed her mouth to his, grabbing his shirt lapels and tugging them briskly.
"You devil."
"Uhmnn!" He squeezed her rear in both hands, panting hotly into her mouth.
"You wanted to try this." Her purple eyes were bright. "You even set up a hotel stay so we could fool around in a safer area than in our campus apartment!"
He flashed her a toothy smile, looking more like his alter ego for a moment. "You might like it," he cajoled in a singing voice.
She shivered. "Zashi, I do like when you enjoy yourself. It means I do, too. I told you before, sweetie - " She paused to press herself fully against him. "I'm always happy to be with you."
He held her tightly and they kissed for a few minutes, getting progressively more passionate. Their hands roamed all over each other, grasping hungrily.
"So," he panted, "you're not angry? I thought it'd be a fun surprise, but the look on your face when you saw the swing..."
"I'm not angry," she reassured him. "You know I'm up for trying new things. Especially if you saw it and got turned on!"
"Wanna try it, then?"
Moments later they were nude and he was lifting her into the seat. Her wrists and ankles were bound into it as well as her torso. He stepped back and admired his work, nodding to himself.
"It feels secure." She wiggled around, and he whistled in appreciation.
"You bounce very nicely when you do that." He drew near and she watched his approach, loving that he had kept his glasses, beaded bracelet and necklaces on. It meant he was far too eager than he was letting on. Hizashi held her still and positioned himself.
"Almost..." Standing when she was mobile like this was a little difficult. He slipped a few times but then groaned deeply. "Ah, there. I'm inside you."
"Yes," she breathed. "Ohh. N - now what?"
"M - move your weight into me," he moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Use the swing..."
Elly realized that gravity meant it was now much easier to do this to him than when she was on top of him in a bed. She smiled devilishly as she also realized why he had really wanted to try the swing. Drawing back and forth, she rocked against him as he stood trembling, biting his lip and breathing hard.
It felt very, very good.
Penetration was easy and deep, and she was loving the look of utter abandon on his drawn features. He whined, his head thrown back with his shining blond hair cascading behind him. "Oh, shit, yeah! Do me! Do me, baby! Please!"
"Hizashi!"
"Hmm, harder - faster! More, oh dear lord god more I'm gonna come so fuckin' hard..!"
She arched her back, sweating, using her tail for added weight as she bucked forward, driving him inside her. Her own pleasure was secondary right now. She felt good, but from his tone Hizashi was in absolute ecstacy and she was determined to give him a tryst to remember. He bent forward all of a sudden, shuddering, his eyes squeezed tight and his hips jerking. His mouth opened and she realized her mistake.
But he did not scream.
A tight, thin wheeze squeaked out from between his lips, and then a low string of nearly unintelligible words as his chest heaved with effort. She caught some of them and heard that he was basically telling her how much he loved her and how good he felt.
She clung to him, swaying gently until her momentum died down. He opened his eyes and gave her a proud grin.
"Surprised ya, huh? I wanted to try out this new technique I've been reading about. Instead of yellin' I release all the pent up emotion all at once with a lot of words, instead of one long, loud one."
"You were magnificent, dear."
"Oh, uh, hell no. You were this time." He kissed her lingeringly, his hands unfastening straps and cording. "Did you come, though, baby?"
"Not yet. I'm so close I'm twitching. Just need a little bit more."
"Oh?" He set her down on her feet and reached out with his long fingers, sliding three inside her and curling them upwards. "Just a little?"
"Ha!"
"Rock into me again, lover. Take your pleasure." He added his thumb on top so every movement she made would also rub her clitorus. It was not long before she was sobbing his name over and over again.
"I like this place," he sighed, stroking her hair with his clean hand.
"Nmm. Me, too."
"Want to take a quick shower before round two?"
"If you carry me, yes."
He laughed happily and picked her up. "Hooray for weekends!"
Crash Course
The students watched, frowning, as their English teacher bit his lip and stood staring at them in awkward silence. They had filed in as usual, talking and laughing, then saw that Present Mic had a visitor sitting at his desk today.
Midoriya raised his hand. "Are you going to be helping us again, Ms. Cheshire?"
"Sort of." She flicked her ears and covered a smile with one gloved hand as Mic let out a wheezy, low whine from beside her.
"We've gotta talk about, uh. Something different."
Elly drew herself up with a deep breath. "Consider this an add-on to your sex education initiative."
Mineta blinked in shock. "Wait, you're going to whaaaat?"
"We're going to talk to you all about sex. Specifically about quirk control." Elly tilted her head to one side as she stared out at the students of class 1-A. "Sex is wet and sticky and messy and gross, but if you do it right, you don't care." The kids stared incredulously at her blunt description. Some of them that had been to her office to talk with her before were not shocked, however. They knew she didn't mince words.
Her boyfriend shrugged. "And that, right there, can be the problem. The not caring bit. For those of you with destructive quirks, you gotta be careful when yer getting it on."
Several teenagers groaned and quite a few hid their faces in their hands.
"We have to talk about it. And, lucky me, I was the staff pick - all 'cause of my quirk."
"Not entirely," Elly coughed lightly. "I believe Mr. Principal said it was also your punishment for our third bedroom window you broke this month..."
He flailed his hands about wildly, both coming to a rest on her mouth. "Whoa, whoa there, I'm sure they don't care about all the details!" He was starting to sweat and grinned nervously.
Bakugo snickered. "Can't control his quirk."
Several of his classmates shot him dirty looks but he just scowled at them in response. Mineta choked out loud again, a trickle of blood running from both his nostrils.
"Yeah, so, uh." Mic pointed at his neck speaker. "When I'm not wearin' this, all bets are off. I can't control the direction or mute myself if I get too loud by - uh, by accident."
Elly winced, her furry ears folding down in recollection. "You think he's loud from far away, like in your test he told me about..." She nodded to Jiro and Koji. "Imagine if he was right next to you."
The girl's face screwed up in agony at the memory and also partial disgust at the thought of the teachers in the act. "He made my ears bleed."
"Yeah. It's completely debilitating close up. Trust me."
Mic whimpered sadly, his eyebrows drawing tightly together as he stared forlornly at her. "I'm still really sorry about that, baby!"
"I know you didn't mean it, Mikey." She shook her head and shuddered.
"Oh, I meant it. I didn't want to hurt you, though."
"Why can't you wear noise cancelling headphones?" Midoriya was, of course, going about this in the most practical way. He had been muttering to himself for awhile and this was the best solution he had thought up.
"Two reasons," she answered, smiling. "I like Mic's regular voice when he's not deafening me, and headphones muffle it too much. The main one, though, is they really don't help if he 'sounds off' that close."
Jiro nodded. She had been holding her hands tightly over her ears that day and the capillaries in her ears had bled anyway - at a great distance, besides.
"Yeah, we tried that," Mic grumbled.
"Then why not keep the speaker on?" Iida pointed out the obvious, albeit diffidently as he didn't really approve of the subject material.
"Obvious reasons, again. He can still blast through walls with it on. And, really..." She stood up and demonstrated how clunky the apparatus was. "It's hard to kiss with it on. I know you've seen us manage ..."
"A lot," Mineta added unhelpfully.
She ignored this and continued. "But really, we both prefer it off. It's kind of a hazard in itself."
"It's - it's freaking difficult, but you have to really try to understand how important it is. I once blew out the windows in a five mile radius..."
The class erupted into laughter and shocked sounds.
"Hey hey! I'm serious right now, okay?" He was blushing as furiously as his students as he poked a long finger on his prescription shades, dragging them down to stare out at them. "For real, yo. You have what feels like a firm grip on your quirks now, but in the heat of passion you forget.
"So we don't own any glass ware in our home at all, for instance. Everything is plastic or sound-proofed glass. But that's our apartment, and we're adults. You guys're too young to have your own places so you've got to be alert."
The bell rang and they filed out, talking amongst themselves.
"Gross. I don't want to think of them doing ...stuff," somebody muttered.
"Well, they're people. Not just teachers and pro heroes. People do that."
"Baby, I never wanna do that again." Inside the now-empty room, Mic had slumped over his girlfriend and was hiding his burning face in the soft fur of her costume.
"Well! Good news," she said lightly. "Only several more classes to go."
"Ughhhh."
Midoriya raised his hand. "Are you going to be helping us again, Ms. Cheshire?"
"Sort of." She flicked her ears and covered a smile with one gloved hand as Mic let out a wheezy, low whine from beside her.
"We've gotta talk about, uh. Something different."
Elly drew herself up with a deep breath. "Consider this an add-on to your sex education initiative."
Mineta blinked in shock. "Wait, you're going to whaaaat?"
"We're going to talk to you all about sex. Specifically about quirk control." Elly tilted her head to one side as she stared out at the students of class 1-A. "Sex is wet and sticky and messy and gross, but if you do it right, you don't care." The kids stared incredulously at her blunt description. Some of them that had been to her office to talk with her before were not shocked, however. They knew she didn't mince words.
Her boyfriend shrugged. "And that, right there, can be the problem. The not caring bit. For those of you with destructive quirks, you gotta be careful when yer getting it on."
Several teenagers groaned and quite a few hid their faces in their hands.
"We have to talk about it. And, lucky me, I was the staff pick - all 'cause of my quirk."
"Not entirely," Elly coughed lightly. "I believe Mr. Principal said it was also your punishment for our third bedroom window you broke this month..."
He flailed his hands about wildly, both coming to a rest on her mouth. "Whoa, whoa there, I'm sure they don't care about all the details!" He was starting to sweat and grinned nervously.
Bakugo snickered. "Can't control his quirk."
Several of his classmates shot him dirty looks but he just scowled at them in response. Mineta choked out loud again, a trickle of blood running from both his nostrils.
"Yeah, so, uh." Mic pointed at his neck speaker. "When I'm not wearin' this, all bets are off. I can't control the direction or mute myself if I get too loud by - uh, by accident."
Elly winced, her furry ears folding down in recollection. "You think he's loud from far away, like in your test he told me about..." She nodded to Jiro and Koji. "Imagine if he was right next to you."
The girl's face screwed up in agony at the memory and also partial disgust at the thought of the teachers in the act. "He made my ears bleed."
"Yeah. It's completely debilitating close up. Trust me."
Mic whimpered sadly, his eyebrows drawing tightly together as he stared forlornly at her. "I'm still really sorry about that, baby!"
"I know you didn't mean it, Mikey." She shook her head and shuddered.
"Oh, I meant it. I didn't want to hurt you, though."
"Why can't you wear noise cancelling headphones?" Midoriya was, of course, going about this in the most practical way. He had been muttering to himself for awhile and this was the best solution he had thought up.
"Two reasons," she answered, smiling. "I like Mic's regular voice when he's not deafening me, and headphones muffle it too much. The main one, though, is they really don't help if he 'sounds off' that close."
Jiro nodded. She had been holding her hands tightly over her ears that day and the capillaries in her ears had bled anyway - at a great distance, besides.
"Yeah, we tried that," Mic grumbled.
"Then why not keep the speaker on?" Iida pointed out the obvious, albeit diffidently as he didn't really approve of the subject material.
"Obvious reasons, again. He can still blast through walls with it on. And, really..." She stood up and demonstrated how clunky the apparatus was. "It's hard to kiss with it on. I know you've seen us manage ..."
"A lot," Mineta added unhelpfully.
She ignored this and continued. "But really, we both prefer it off. It's kind of a hazard in itself."
"It's - it's freaking difficult, but you have to really try to understand how important it is. I once blew out the windows in a five mile radius..."
The class erupted into laughter and shocked sounds.
"Hey hey! I'm serious right now, okay?" He was blushing as furiously as his students as he poked a long finger on his prescription shades, dragging them down to stare out at them. "For real, yo. You have what feels like a firm grip on your quirks now, but in the heat of passion you forget.
"So we don't own any glass ware in our home at all, for instance. Everything is plastic or sound-proofed glass. But that's our apartment, and we're adults. You guys're too young to have your own places so you've got to be alert."
The bell rang and they filed out, talking amongst themselves.
"Gross. I don't want to think of them doing ...stuff," somebody muttered.
"Well, they're people. Not just teachers and pro heroes. People do that."
"Baby, I never wanna do that again." Inside the now-empty room, Mic had slumped over his girlfriend and was hiding his burning face in the soft fur of her costume.
"Well! Good news," she said lightly. "Only several more classes to go."
"Ughhhh."
Viral Video
Present Mic clutched his girlfriend and fellow pro hero tightly as he showed her the email he'd received from his publicist just minutes ago.
"A video? Viral video..? Oh, god, those are either super great or really bad news."
"She says it's uh, well. She asked if this was really us and said even if it was, her plan is to ignore it as a fake. I guess we have to watch it?" He scrunched his brows tightly upward and clicked the link.
The video opened in a hotel room as someone walked over to the wall. The couple glanced nervously at each other.
"I recognize that place, don't you?"
"Oh no. Oh, no no no no. They didn't."
They grimly continued to watch. It was basically a shaky handheld view of the wall with the sounds and voices coming through from the next room.
"We were told those were empty rooms on either side of us!"
"Looks like someone knew who we were," she said tightly. Her face flushed when she heard her muffled cry on the recording. That wouldn't have been a problem, but right at the end he shouted out, "Ches! Oh god, yes, baby!"
"Oops." His face flaming, he paused it and dropped his phone listlessly on the desk in front of him. "Shitfuck, babe. We're screwed."
"Not if it's discredited like she said. There's no real proof, it could be faked."
"Yeah, yeah. But this could still bite us in the ass somehow." He frowning, his foot tapping on the floor restlessly. "The kids!" His face drained of all color. "There's always at least one pervert that will find this and show it around. We don't need that!"
They stared at each other again. "Mineta," they said in unison.
"Damn it, but what if he doesn't know about it? We'd be shootin' ourselves in the foot to ask him not to show anyone."
Elly sighed. "I think we'll know if he's seen - err, heard -- it. If anyone has, really. Their faces should give them away."
"Eurgh." He slumped in his chair, grimacing. "Nezu hears about this, my ass is toast. He's already pissed about the broken windows and that one little incident with the text."
"Hey, I told you to be careful when you sent nudes. I know I can't stop you, sweetie - you're a sex machine --"
He growled lowly, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"But that one was avoidable. This isn't; it's not our fault."
"You're right, of course. I frickin' hate it, though. I can't believe we're getting so much publicity over our relationship."
"My own guy's over the moon." She rolled her eyes. "Bad or good, he always says it's worth it in the long run. And he might be right - look at all the crappy merch that's been selling in Japan now. Sales here sparked them back home, too, and now I'm more popular than ever."
"You're always gonna be super popular with me, baby." He kissed her on the cheek and she giggled.
The door to the classroom opened and they craned around to see a red-faced Aizawa standing there holding his phone in one hand. "You two didn't, ah ... watch the whole thing, did you."
"Eraserhead!" Elly choked.
"I didn't know what it was," he snapped back. "But, uh, I probably shouldn't have kept listening anyway. Still..."
Mic quickly paired his phone with his headphones and pressed play again. His green eyes grew wider and wider until he choked so hard he actually spat.
"Mikey!" She clutched in panic at his arm.
"H - huh - holy shit!"
"Yes."
"What's wrong?!"
"Uh... don't remember how we fooled around that day, do ya princess?"
She huffed impatiently, her tail swishing around. "I can't remember every time we..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed Aizawa had a small trickle of blood running down one nostril. "Oh nooooo," she moaned, sinking down to the floor to hide in utter and total embarrassment.
"Yeah. I imitated Shota for you."
"I understand crushes happen in healthy relationships," the dark haired man began tentatively, but she cut him off.
"No. We're not going there. We did it that one time and never again, just because I had some stupid dream. It didn't mean anything." She crossed her arms stubbornly, ears laid back. "Fantasies are usually things you wouldn't want to act on in real life."
Aizawa swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. "Fantasy?"
"You're diggin' yourself deeper, Ches," Mic murmured.
"Crap!"
"All right. I apologize; I'll drop this and never mention it again if that's what you want. I just needed to confirm you saw it so you could brace yourselves."
"No, Shota -" She sighed. "It's not your fault. I'm mortified you heard that and it will be difficult to face you eye to eye now, though."
"I have an idea." He nodded slowly to himself. "Get through today as best you can, both of you."
Luckily, no one mentioned the recording. They figured it must not have gained traction due to its dubious nature. Elly couldn't bear to face homeroom 1-A's teacher the entire day and stayed mostly shut into her office.
He texted her after school.
Aizawa: Please do not be ashamed. I am not offended or embarrassed.
It included a link to an audio file. She frowned and borrowed a pair of her boyfriend's headphones hanging off the headboard. Her tail stiffened when she clicked on it, and she gasped loudly. The audio was very personal.
Aizawa had apparently recorded himself masturbating while fantasizing about her. He said nothing throughout except at the very end, where his groans and panting burst out in a bittersweet cry.
"Ches! Oh god, I wish... yes! Yes!"
She wasn't quite sure if this made them even or not.
"A video? Viral video..? Oh, god, those are either super great or really bad news."
"She says it's uh, well. She asked if this was really us and said even if it was, her plan is to ignore it as a fake. I guess we have to watch it?" He scrunched his brows tightly upward and clicked the link.
The video opened in a hotel room as someone walked over to the wall. The couple glanced nervously at each other.
"I recognize that place, don't you?"
"Oh no. Oh, no no no no. They didn't."
They grimly continued to watch. It was basically a shaky handheld view of the wall with the sounds and voices coming through from the next room.
"We were told those were empty rooms on either side of us!"
"Looks like someone knew who we were," she said tightly. Her face flushed when she heard her muffled cry on the recording. That wouldn't have been a problem, but right at the end he shouted out, "Ches! Oh god, yes, baby!"
"Oops." His face flaming, he paused it and dropped his phone listlessly on the desk in front of him. "Shitfuck, babe. We're screwed."
"Not if it's discredited like she said. There's no real proof, it could be faked."
"Yeah, yeah. But this could still bite us in the ass somehow." He frowning, his foot tapping on the floor restlessly. "The kids!" His face drained of all color. "There's always at least one pervert that will find this and show it around. We don't need that!"
They stared at each other again. "Mineta," they said in unison.
"Damn it, but what if he doesn't know about it? We'd be shootin' ourselves in the foot to ask him not to show anyone."
Elly sighed. "I think we'll know if he's seen - err, heard -- it. If anyone has, really. Their faces should give them away."
"Eurgh." He slumped in his chair, grimacing. "Nezu hears about this, my ass is toast. He's already pissed about the broken windows and that one little incident with the text."
"Hey, I told you to be careful when you sent nudes. I know I can't stop you, sweetie - you're a sex machine --"
He growled lowly, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"But that one was avoidable. This isn't; it's not our fault."
"You're right, of course. I frickin' hate it, though. I can't believe we're getting so much publicity over our relationship."
"My own guy's over the moon." She rolled her eyes. "Bad or good, he always says it's worth it in the long run. And he might be right - look at all the crappy merch that's been selling in Japan now. Sales here sparked them back home, too, and now I'm more popular than ever."
"You're always gonna be super popular with me, baby." He kissed her on the cheek and she giggled.
The door to the classroom opened and they craned around to see a red-faced Aizawa standing there holding his phone in one hand. "You two didn't, ah ... watch the whole thing, did you."
"Eraserhead!" Elly choked.
"I didn't know what it was," he snapped back. "But, uh, I probably shouldn't have kept listening anyway. Still..."
Mic quickly paired his phone with his headphones and pressed play again. His green eyes grew wider and wider until he choked so hard he actually spat.
"Mikey!" She clutched in panic at his arm.
"H - huh - holy shit!"
"Yes."
"What's wrong?!"
"Uh... don't remember how we fooled around that day, do ya princess?"
She huffed impatiently, her tail swishing around. "I can't remember every time we..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed Aizawa had a small trickle of blood running down one nostril. "Oh nooooo," she moaned, sinking down to the floor to hide in utter and total embarrassment.
"Yeah. I imitated Shota for you."
"I understand crushes happen in healthy relationships," the dark haired man began tentatively, but she cut him off.
"No. We're not going there. We did it that one time and never again, just because I had some stupid dream. It didn't mean anything." She crossed her arms stubbornly, ears laid back. "Fantasies are usually things you wouldn't want to act on in real life."
Aizawa swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. "Fantasy?"
"You're diggin' yourself deeper, Ches," Mic murmured.
"Crap!"
"All right. I apologize; I'll drop this and never mention it again if that's what you want. I just needed to confirm you saw it so you could brace yourselves."
"No, Shota -" She sighed. "It's not your fault. I'm mortified you heard that and it will be difficult to face you eye to eye now, though."
"I have an idea." He nodded slowly to himself. "Get through today as best you can, both of you."
Luckily, no one mentioned the recording. They figured it must not have gained traction due to its dubious nature. Elly couldn't bear to face homeroom 1-A's teacher the entire day and stayed mostly shut into her office.
He texted her after school.
Aizawa: Please do not be ashamed. I am not offended or embarrassed.
It included a link to an audio file. She frowned and borrowed a pair of her boyfriend's headphones hanging off the headboard. Her tail stiffened when she clicked on it, and she gasped loudly. The audio was very personal.
Aizawa had apparently recorded himself masturbating while fantasizing about her. He said nothing throughout except at the very end, where his groans and panting burst out in a bittersweet cry.
"Ches! Oh god, I wish... yes! Yes!"
She wasn't quite sure if this made them even or not.
King of my Heart 22
"Why're you so mad at me, huh?" Mic whined at his best friend as they stood in line for lunch. His eyebrows were so tightly drawn up in his stress that they were nearly invisible. Aizawa didn't even grunt in reply. He grabbed a bowl of applesauce and moved on towards the teacher's lounge.
Hizashi really didn't understand why the other man had been ignoring him all day. He was so proud of his new home life that he wanted to share this happiness with him. They had been friends for so long, an oddly matched pair if there ever was but one that <i>worked</i>.
At least until now.
He grinned weakly at Lunchbreak when a burger was neatly served onto his tray. "Hey, thanks."
"Yamada?"
"Yeek!" He jumped, so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Midnight step beside him.
"You might want to leave him alone for awhile."
"What? Why?"
"He's dealing with some issues right now that he doesn't want to concern you with."
"But!"
"No buts, Yamada," she told him firmly. "And don't worry Cheshire about this, either." She turned with a huge smile. "Hey, here she is!"
Mic's face lit up immediately. He kissed her softly, quickly but on the mouth, and then scowled at a few teenagers that pretended to throw up at the tables close by.
"Ew, gross!"
Elly laughed quietly to herself. "If two adults canoodling is the worst thing they see all day, they're lucky."
"Hey, babygirl. Let's go eat somewhere quiet."
"Sounds good to me."
Sitting on the grounds outside on a bench, they ate quietly for a time. Then, Mic burst out with the problem that had been worrying him all day.
"I don't know why he's so upset. And Midnight told me not to talk to you about it." He frowned. "Why are my friends acting so messed up?"
"She told you that?" Her eyebrows rose.
"Yeah, but you're my girl. If it's something important, you need to know. And she's kinda..." He waved his hand back and forth. "I don't know what she's thinking half the time."
"She thinks he's upset because he has feelings for me, Mic."
"What." A lump of unchewed burger fell onto his lap.
"Remember when he kissed me in the battle sim?"
"Capture the flag," he repeated dully.
"Yes. She thinks he's, ah, in love with me. Or a crush. I don't know. It's just her personal opinion, Mikey - don't be upset!" She stroked his knee gently.
His one eyebrow drew up in a high arch as he regarded her oddly. "Do <i>you</i> think..?"
Elly shrugged. "It's anyone's guess. I suppose it's possible, especially as we've gotten to know each other better. Best to let him have some space and work things out. You don't really know, he might just feel sick today."
He nodded. "True. Occam's Razor and all that, right?"
She nodded. "Exactly."
Hizashi sighed, scratching his forehead and then shrugging. "Yep. I guess I'll do that, then. Probably just something simple." He grinned, leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Love you, babe."
"I love you too, Mic." She turned and gave him a small thrill when she brushed her lips on his. "So much."
True to his word, he left Aizawa alone the rest of the day. It felt strange, but he trusted his friend so he left the brooding man to his seemingly gloomy thoughts.
Hizashi really didn't understand why the other man had been ignoring him all day. He was so proud of his new home life that he wanted to share this happiness with him. They had been friends for so long, an oddly matched pair if there ever was but one that <i>worked</i>.
At least until now.
He grinned weakly at Lunchbreak when a burger was neatly served onto his tray. "Hey, thanks."
"Yamada?"
"Yeek!" He jumped, so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Midnight step beside him.
"You might want to leave him alone for awhile."
"What? Why?"
"He's dealing with some issues right now that he doesn't want to concern you with."
"But!"
"No buts, Yamada," she told him firmly. "And don't worry Cheshire about this, either." She turned with a huge smile. "Hey, here she is!"
Mic's face lit up immediately. He kissed her softly, quickly but on the mouth, and then scowled at a few teenagers that pretended to throw up at the tables close by.
"Ew, gross!"
Elly laughed quietly to herself. "If two adults canoodling is the worst thing they see all day, they're lucky."
"Hey, babygirl. Let's go eat somewhere quiet."
"Sounds good to me."
Sitting on the grounds outside on a bench, they ate quietly for a time. Then, Mic burst out with the problem that had been worrying him all day.
"I don't know why he's so upset. And Midnight told me not to talk to you about it." He frowned. "Why are my friends acting so messed up?"
"She told you that?" Her eyebrows rose.
"Yeah, but you're my girl. If it's something important, you need to know. And she's kinda..." He waved his hand back and forth. "I don't know what she's thinking half the time."
"She thinks he's upset because he has feelings for me, Mic."
"What." A lump of unchewed burger fell onto his lap.
"Remember when he kissed me in the battle sim?"
"Capture the flag," he repeated dully.
"Yes. She thinks he's, ah, in love with me. Or a crush. I don't know. It's just her personal opinion, Mikey - don't be upset!" She stroked his knee gently.
His one eyebrow drew up in a high arch as he regarded her oddly. "Do <i>you</i> think..?"
Elly shrugged. "It's anyone's guess. I suppose it's possible, especially as we've gotten to know each other better. Best to let him have some space and work things out. You don't really know, he might just feel sick today."
He nodded. "True. Occam's Razor and all that, right?"
She nodded. "Exactly."
Hizashi sighed, scratching his forehead and then shrugging. "Yep. I guess I'll do that, then. Probably just something simple." He grinned, leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Love you, babe."
"I love you too, Mic." She turned and gave him a small thrill when she brushed her lips on his. "So much."
True to his word, he left Aizawa alone the rest of the day. It felt strange, but he trusted his friend so he left the brooding man to his seemingly gloomy thoughts.
Moy Mell 35
All three men stood silently for the span of about a minute. Then Zoro started forward.
"I'm gonna talk with her."
Aizawa stood his ground firmly, blocking the much larger man. "If she refuses you three times, you must leave."
Zoro clenched his jaw so tightly the muscles rippled alongside it. "Agreed," he said tightly.
Elly sat on the closed toilet seat. She was very nearly hyperventilating, her face splotchy with color and her eyes squeezed shut. She was trying to block out the sight of the swordsman staring in shock at her and Aizawa.
"Cat? Come out of there, we need to talk." He tapped lightly. "I want to apologize."
"Zoro?! No! You said you didn't want me around, now go away!"
There was a stressful silence from behind the door. Then, so low that she could barely hear it, he spoke again. "Please."
Zoro never pleaded - with anyone. She knew how much it must mean to him if he made the gesture and opened the door grudgingly. "Okay. This had better be good."
"I, uh, did a stupid thing chasing you away. I didn't really mean it."
"Really? Did you mean leaving me?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
He winced. "That was for your protection, cat. I ..." His jaw thrust forward as he blurted the rest out. "I didn't want to. I wanted to stay with you."
She looked like she didn't quite believe him. "You did?"
"Yes. And what's going on here, anyway? I'm gone a few weeks and you're holding hands with this guy?"
She bristled immediately. "What's it to you if I maybe, I don't know, like him?"
He snorted laughter, jerking a thumb back in Aizawa's direction. "Him. Scruffy guy with bags under his bloodshot fucking eyes and greasy hair."
"You bastard - you ... no, get out. Get out, get out, get fucking out! Shota!" Her pupils paled and she growled in anger, raising one hand in a claw position as if to swipe at him. The man in question instantly appeared and ushered Zoro to the door before that could happen.
"The hell, man?" He spluttered, uncerain as to what had just happened. "Why is she so freaking upset now?!"
"Probably because you insulted him," Sanji called out as they passed. "And her. And, oh! Implied that her taste in men sucks."
"I always talk to her whatever way I want," he grumbled to Aizawa. "She never acted this mad before."
"Things change," the leaner man murmured. He reached out to hold the front door, readying to close it behind him. "And if you've decided you want her, by the way, you'll have a fight on your hands."
Zoro glared at him. "A fight? With you?"
"Romantically speaking, of course. I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate us getting into an actual battle for her heart. Besides, those are for fairy tales." He seemed to lose his train of thought as he said this, frowning a little. "She decides who she wants, in the end."
"I'm not - who said anything about wanting..."
"Still not admitting it?" He scratched his stubbled chin. "Well. That makes it easier for me, then. Illogical though they are, I've no trouble with my feelings." He gently closed the door in the stunned man's face.
"You're playin' with fire," Knuckles snorted as he walked by. He had been visiting the pool earlier and stopped behind to listen. "Our moss-headed old boss really loves her."
Aizawa paused thoughtfully. "I believe I do as well."
"Well, la-de-freaking-da," the red echidna rolled his eyes. "Isn't that a shocker."
"Seriously?"
"Whatever, man. Just be careful." He disappeared around a corner into the shadows of a large potted plant.
Aizawa watched him go, his lips quirked in a smile. "I'm always careful." He returned to the kitchen, where she had, in true cat fashion, backed into a corner and was growling ominously in distress. "He's gone," he announced.
"The idiot," Sanji sighed bitterly.
"I'm inclined to agree with you on this account," the guard said drily. "He upset her badly."
"He - he said, he acted like you were... I don't know what happened!" She hid her face in her hands, sinking down along the wall. Aizawa scooped her up before she hit the ground.
"It's okay, Ches. He was upset."
"Well, now I'm upset!" She hissed, her tail fluffing out in all directions.
"I can see that. Thank you."
"Wh - wha?" The ingenious, wide-eyed stare she settled on him caused his knees to tremble.
"He seemed to insult me, and this made you angry. Did it not?"
"Seemed?" Sanji coughed on a cloud of cigarette-scented mist.
Her dark purple eyes grew even wider. "Uh..."
"You raised your hand to strike him, my queen," he said in as soft a tone as she ever heard from him. "Over me. Thank you."
Her ears laid back and she stiffened in his hold. "What did you call me?"
"My queen."
She blinked, understanding the feline reference: a sexually mature female. She now had two nicknames from him, and with a curious shiver she realized the only other person that had two for her was Zoro.
She wasn't sure what to make of that.
"Here, guys -" Sanji placed two hot cups of milk laced with a few things stronger on the counter. He had hopped up and made it while they were talking. "I can tell it's going to be one of those nights. Take one and go relax until dinner."
Aizawa let her go. He reached out and handed her a cup and she took it numbly. "Can we sit inside? I don't feel good about being in the open right now."
"The living room?"
"Perfect," she said wearily. Her ears drooping, she led the way. He followed, sipping on the strong toddy and amazed at her range of emotions. Now that it was over, she was completely exhausted.
Elly set her drink down and nearly fell onto the couch. He sat beside her, close but not encroaching on her personal space. "This has been an interesting day," he observed.
She snorted. "Can't ever have anything but those, here, can we." It was not exactly a question.
"Perhaps."
"I'm gonna talk with her."
Aizawa stood his ground firmly, blocking the much larger man. "If she refuses you three times, you must leave."
Zoro clenched his jaw so tightly the muscles rippled alongside it. "Agreed," he said tightly.
Elly sat on the closed toilet seat. She was very nearly hyperventilating, her face splotchy with color and her eyes squeezed shut. She was trying to block out the sight of the swordsman staring in shock at her and Aizawa.
"Cat? Come out of there, we need to talk." He tapped lightly. "I want to apologize."
"Zoro?! No! You said you didn't want me around, now go away!"
There was a stressful silence from behind the door. Then, so low that she could barely hear it, he spoke again. "Please."
Zoro never pleaded - with anyone. She knew how much it must mean to him if he made the gesture and opened the door grudgingly. "Okay. This had better be good."
"I, uh, did a stupid thing chasing you away. I didn't really mean it."
"Really? Did you mean leaving me?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
He winced. "That was for your protection, cat. I ..." His jaw thrust forward as he blurted the rest out. "I didn't want to. I wanted to stay with you."
She looked like she didn't quite believe him. "You did?"
"Yes. And what's going on here, anyway? I'm gone a few weeks and you're holding hands with this guy?"
She bristled immediately. "What's it to you if I maybe, I don't know, like him?"
He snorted laughter, jerking a thumb back in Aizawa's direction. "Him. Scruffy guy with bags under his bloodshot fucking eyes and greasy hair."
"You bastard - you ... no, get out. Get out, get out, get fucking out! Shota!" Her pupils paled and she growled in anger, raising one hand in a claw position as if to swipe at him. The man in question instantly appeared and ushered Zoro to the door before that could happen.
"The hell, man?" He spluttered, uncerain as to what had just happened. "Why is she so freaking upset now?!"
"Probably because you insulted him," Sanji called out as they passed. "And her. And, oh! Implied that her taste in men sucks."
"I always talk to her whatever way I want," he grumbled to Aizawa. "She never acted this mad before."
"Things change," the leaner man murmured. He reached out to hold the front door, readying to close it behind him. "And if you've decided you want her, by the way, you'll have a fight on your hands."
Zoro glared at him. "A fight? With you?"
"Romantically speaking, of course. I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate us getting into an actual battle for her heart. Besides, those are for fairy tales." He seemed to lose his train of thought as he said this, frowning a little. "She decides who she wants, in the end."
"I'm not - who said anything about wanting..."
"Still not admitting it?" He scratched his stubbled chin. "Well. That makes it easier for me, then. Illogical though they are, I've no trouble with my feelings." He gently closed the door in the stunned man's face.
"You're playin' with fire," Knuckles snorted as he walked by. He had been visiting the pool earlier and stopped behind to listen. "Our moss-headed old boss really loves her."
Aizawa paused thoughtfully. "I believe I do as well."
"Well, la-de-freaking-da," the red echidna rolled his eyes. "Isn't that a shocker."
"Seriously?"
"Whatever, man. Just be careful." He disappeared around a corner into the shadows of a large potted plant.
Aizawa watched him go, his lips quirked in a smile. "I'm always careful." He returned to the kitchen, where she had, in true cat fashion, backed into a corner and was growling ominously in distress. "He's gone," he announced.
"The idiot," Sanji sighed bitterly.
"I'm inclined to agree with you on this account," the guard said drily. "He upset her badly."
"He - he said, he acted like you were... I don't know what happened!" She hid her face in her hands, sinking down along the wall. Aizawa scooped her up before she hit the ground.
"It's okay, Ches. He was upset."
"Well, now I'm upset!" She hissed, her tail fluffing out in all directions.
"I can see that. Thank you."
"Wh - wha?" The ingenious, wide-eyed stare she settled on him caused his knees to tremble.
"He seemed to insult me, and this made you angry. Did it not?"
"Seemed?" Sanji coughed on a cloud of cigarette-scented mist.
Her dark purple eyes grew even wider. "Uh..."
"You raised your hand to strike him, my queen," he said in as soft a tone as she ever heard from him. "Over me. Thank you."
Her ears laid back and she stiffened in his hold. "What did you call me?"
"My queen."
She blinked, understanding the feline reference: a sexually mature female. She now had two nicknames from him, and with a curious shiver she realized the only other person that had two for her was Zoro.
She wasn't sure what to make of that.
"Here, guys -" Sanji placed two hot cups of milk laced with a few things stronger on the counter. He had hopped up and made it while they were talking. "I can tell it's going to be one of those nights. Take one and go relax until dinner."
Aizawa let her go. He reached out and handed her a cup and she took it numbly. "Can we sit inside? I don't feel good about being in the open right now."
"The living room?"
"Perfect," she said wearily. Her ears drooping, she led the way. He followed, sipping on the strong toddy and amazed at her range of emotions. Now that it was over, she was completely exhausted.
Elly set her drink down and nearly fell onto the couch. He sat beside her, close but not encroaching on her personal space. "This has been an interesting day," he observed.
She snorted. "Can't ever have anything but those, here, can we." It was not exactly a question.
"Perhaps."
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