D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude at Sunrise ❯ Chapter 2

I in no way, shape or form own DNAngel or its characters. Descriptive sexual acts-this is your warning to that.

 

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“Damn it!” Risa slammed closed the book she had been reading and rested her forehead onto her arms. “I just don't get any of this...it's boring…and how does a cat fit into it all?” Her voice was a desperate whine that caught the attention of the other person that occupied the room. He looked up from his paperwork, peering at the girl before him, who was slumped down into her own chair. A slight smile spread across his face, and his eyes filled with warm sympathy that could be seen even through his large rimmed glasses.

 

“Give it time, love. Most people don't understand the complexities of quantum physics when they first read about it.”

 

She rose from her chair, a tiny pout on her lips, her slender body moving somewhat stiffly as she came to the man's side of the desk, where she leaned her bottom against its wooden edge. The book was clasped in her hands, which lay on her lap, arms and shoulders straight. “But I suppose you understood the very first time you read it, didn't you, Mister Smarty?” There was a slight hint of resentment in Risa's voice as she looked into the light eyes of her long-time boyfriend and now fiancé.

 

Unsure of how to take her tone, one of his fine gray blue brows rose on his forehead as he adjusted his glasses. “I easily understand more things than most people, Risa.”

 

The young woman's frown suddenly turned into a broad smile as her eyes crinkled up in happiness. “And that's one of the things I love about you Hiwatari. You are so above the ordinary man!” The book slipped from her hands as she threw her arms around his neck, settling herself into his lap, her rant continuing. “Why when we have children I just know they'll all be intelligent like you and beautiful like me, well, unless we have boys, then they'll be as handsome as their father as well as smart. Oh Hiwatari I can just see it now…”

 

A small sigh escaped Satoshi Hiwatari as he laid his head back onto the chair's headrest, his eyes simply gazing at his future bride as she rambled on. She had turned from an extremely cute and precocious girl into a strikingly beautiful nineteen year old woman, who though still precocious and somewhat ego driven, had a heart of gold underneath it all. In private she was far from the shallow socialite that many people mistook her for. She was a sensitive girl whose emotions and insecurities ran deep. A girl who could be wounded easier then what she would ever let other people know.

 

As if noticing his eyes on her for the first time, Risa halted her speech in mid-sentence and averted her gaze to the floor, her cheeks turning pink with mild embarrassment. “I'm sorry Hiwatari. I'm being a chatterbox again aren't I? And I'm sure I was sounding quite silly as well.”

 

The hazel eyed girl caught her breath as she felt the warm palm of Hiwatari's hand on her cheek, prodding it gently, as he turned her face to his. “It's simply part of who you are.” He spoke in a soft voice that was deep and reassuring. “And I love every part of you. Besides, I like the sound of your dreams and I can only hope to make every one of them come true.”

 

“Oh, Hiwatari…” She sighed with delight as she kissed him soundly, slipping his glasses from his face and placing them onto the desk. People had pegged the man that she loved all wrong. With her he was a far cry from the stoic and cold shouldered young gentleman that people thought him to be. When asked by others what she saw in such a silent and detached individual, she would just smile and giggle, thinking that if only they knew how kind and warm he was capable of being, how sincere and gentle and caring. How lustful and passionate, her thoughts added on when she found her rear pressed up against the desk again, though this time with one of her lover's hands stroking and kneading it as his other hand had begun to unbutton her blouse while his lips attacked the smooth column of her neck.

 

Risa's own hands were not idle as she slid off his suit blazer and yanked the tails of his shirt from his dress slacks, undoing the smooth off-white buttons as quickly as her delicate fingers would allow her. Soon they were both unclothed and back on the chair, Risa straddling Hiwartari's lap, sharing with him a heated kiss as her hands worked gently up and down the length of his sex which was pressed against her stomach.

 

The sliver-haired young male, exhaled a groan, feeling his girlfriend's hands upon him, clutching her bottom and squeezing it tighter as his fingers slipped in from behind, delving themselves securely inside of her slick hot folds.

 

Risa bucked her hips as he finger fucked her, gasping and moaning, whispering his name as she tossed back her head, giving him the needed access so that his teeth could nip her throat and breasts.

When he felt her shudder and heard her out cry of orgasm, he slipped his fingers from her, raising her up only to lower her again, this time, impaling her body onto his rigid staff which was about to burst with need. She took him in easily, whimpering all the while, the familiar feeling of fullness, nearly sending her to the highest of heights.

 

They came together in yet another intense osculation, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his hands secured firmly onto her rear holding her tightly in place as his hips rammed up into her repeatedly, gaining momentum and power which each thrust.

 

“Risa…my beautiful Risa…” Hiwatari moaned as he broke away for a much needed breath, nuzzling his nose into her neck, as one hand left her lower body, to come up and tangle its fingers into her hair, which she still wore long, though the girlish bow was now gone, and instead her thick main, flowed freely around her, framing her heart shaped face and slender white shoulders.

 

“Hiwatari…I'm…oh god…I'm…”

 

“Yes…so am I…just hold on…a little longer.”

”Satoshi…I, don't know if I…”

 

The next sound out of her mouth was husky scream as she came around him, his own outcry, nearly a growl as it came out muffled, his lips pressed against her jaw as his body shook and jolted three more times, before stilling itself, his arms continuing to hold her body tightly against his own, his breathing just as heavy as hers.

 

For several minutes, they lay in silence, relaxed in the afterglow, wrapped in one another's arms. Finally Risa lifted her head from his shoulder, gracing her lips slightly across Hiwatari's. “I love you so much.” She breathed, her eyes still heavy lidded, the look of contentment and pleasure displayed in her petite features.

 

“You, too, love.” He replied to her, the same look of calm and peace, across his own face, his memories of two fourteen year olds, uncertain of their feelings as well as each other. Both conceited in their own right, alone and full of denial, though each longing, yearning for someone with which they could connect to and learn from and love. And here they were, five years later, a perfect match, with hopes of the perfect future and both, were determined, come hell or high water, that they would make their dreams come true.

 

 

The End