Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ I saw you dancing in the gym... ❯ Love, Lust & Banter ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Well, greetings all and welcome to the fourth (I think) chapter of I Saw You Dancing. Here is the long-awaited (yeah right) lemon, such as it is. Personally, I'm not overwhelmed by this chapter - but see what you think. R&R - give me some feedback, people!
As always, Digimon belongs not to me but to some lucky devil who can draw manga almost as well as my friend Kate! (OK, so she can't draw manga hair, but she's damn good for all that!)
On with the story...

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As tight and sore as it was having to stretch to fit three fingers inside me, it's even more so having to fit him inside me - and yet the unbelievable closeness of this moment, this perfect joining, washes away all the discomfort, and he leans down and kisses me and something inside me rebels at the idea that this moment ever has to end...
After a few seconds, he asks, "Comfortable?" in a soft voice, and I nod. God, I love him, I love him so much it hurts. And I want this more than anything ever in my life before. In fact, it's like there was nothing in my life before this perfect instant, as though this moment really could last forever.
He moves, ever so slightly, and I half-gasp at the fire that such a tiny motion can light inside me. He smiles tenderly down at me, and I reach up and stroke his soft hair, my hand tracing through the golden strands, down the curve of his head to the back of his neck, and I pull him down onto my lips.
His breath is sweet, his tongue gentle on mine, and I purr contentedly as he explores every inch of my mouth. He laughs lightly, flicking the tip of his tongue against mine, inviting it in. I slide it out, past his pliant lips, curling and dancing around inside him, and he stiffens and moans in response.
He starts to move, slowly and carefully, sliding gently in and out of me, every second leaving me gasping and amazed in its wake. I never dreamt anything on this earth could feel so good, so right, so indescribable...
His hips roll forward into mine, his movements as smooth and liquid as the honey which bare minutes ago he was spooning onto my chest. Now that sweetness is replaced by this delicious closeness, this unimaginable pleasure that we're both feeling...
He growls deep in his throat, and I laugh softly, then gasp as he reaches down and strokes me. I shift my hips slightly, dividing my attention between my own need and his, desperate for more of his touch and yet not wanting to deprive him of his pleasure. Our motions speed up, him pulling out and pressing in over and over again, caressing me gradually faster and faster, his lips on my throat biting tenderly, sucking at a sensitive spot that makes me moan.
I can't stand it any more, and I grab his chin and drag him up till his lips are on mine yet again. As his tongue enters my mouth and he enters me I arch up into him, pressing our warm bodies together, striving for his touch on every inch of my burning skin.
He tears his lips away from mine and gasps for breath, panting out my name amidst a jumble of words. It doesn't help that my brain is so scrambled by what's happening that I can't make out one word in five, but what I can is more than reassuring...
"Oh, Tai... I love... never dreamt... oh... wanted you... so long..."
He gazes down at me with those beautiful azure eyes, and my heart absolutely melts within my chest as I realise he's crying. I reach up to wipe his tears away, but suddenly my brain identifies the warm wetness on my cheeks as my own tears, and I laugh and cry at the same time as I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his shoulder. We rock back and forth, holding each other so close I can hear him gulp air in between crying, and then I can feel his warmth inside me and mine all over my stomach...
I blush scaldingly, but he only laughs at me, then leans down and kisses my cheek, his lips so soft on my skin, and I can feel myself crying again because I love him so much.

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"Mmph..."
I freeze in the act of trying to extricate myself from him, afraid of waking him up. He looks so peaceful, his head nestled in the hollow between my shoulder and neck, one arm thrown over my chest, the other tangled in my hair. I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the gentle shifting of his blonde hair over my bare neck as his breath stirs it. I love seeing him like this, his beautiful face so peaceful at rest, completely at ease.
Trouble is, I really need a leak.
This isn't one of those times, terrible as they are, where if you even so much as think of a running tap you screw your face up and run for the bathroom. This is one of those times where I can't stop thinking about taps - not to mention waterfalls, rivers and other water sources - and it's going to kill me. I daren't move for fear of waking him, but if I don't I think I'm going to burst...
Luckily at that moment the decision's made for me, as he stretches and I just about manage to slip out from under him and out of the bed. God only knows how we contrived to get this far from the sofa - up a flight of stairs and along the landing, his arm wrapped around my shoulder and mine around his waist. Somehow we made it - he made for his room first, but I dragged him into mine, not sure of our ability to navigate his possession-strewn floor.
Even as his eyes blink open and try to focus, I'm across the landing and straight into the bathroom. Take that, Niagara Falls - maybe now you'll get out of my damn imagination!
Just as I finish, he appears in the doorway, grinning sleepily but still impudently.
"Hey, it's Matt - I thought your species didn't emerge from hibernation until at least 10:30!" I tease him, and he smiles slightly shamefacedly.
"Yeah well," he murmurs as he comes close and buries his face in my neck, "can you blame me for wanting to spend every minute I can with such a," he kisses my neck gently, "beautiful person as you?"
My face flushes again, and I swear you could use me as a traffic light sometimes when he's in this mood. He can make me blush like a conjuror pulling a rabbit out of a hat - he has perfect timing and a mischievous streak several miles wide.
I tilt my head back , resting it on his shoulder, and he leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose.
"Anyway," he adds, "I have something planned for today, and we need to get out of the house pretty quickly. So go get dressed, Naturist Boy, and hurry it up!"
He kisses me again, lingeringly, then slaps my backside just as I get through the door. I yelp and turn to exact retribution, but his reflexes are better than mine and the door is slammed and locked before I can touch him, leaving him laughing helplessly on the other side. I shake my fist impotently at the two inches of solid wood that separate us, and yell at him a bit to relieve my feelings.
"Just you wait, Ishida! I'll get you back, right when you least expect it!"
Through the giggles, I can just about make out his words.
"Oh God Tai... you should've seen your face... priceless..."
I pound on the door, but it's securely locked. Then I realise I'm standing naked outside a closed door, with a painful red hand-print glowing on my exposed bottom. Not that anyone's likely to see me - I mean, there's no-one else in the house - but it isn't exactly the least embarrassing of situations.
I run back to my room, pick and throw on some clothes and rake a hand futilely through my unruly hair. Then, just as I turn round to make for the bathroom again, Matt appears in the doorway. I can't hold back a growl of jealousy when I see he's immaculately - if somewhat warmly - dressed, and his hair looks absolutely perfect, as usual. I swear, the boy uses two tubs of gel a day, and that's just when he's not meeting anyone special...
My brain catches that one before it goes by. Of course, I guess I count as his 'someone special' now...
"Hey, what on earth are you wearing?" There's a quizzical tone in his voice, but nothing twigs, so I decide to shoot a few back his way.
"What, not black enough for you?" He growls at me - he's always getting accused of wearing too many dark and depressing colours. In fact, in order to come on this holiday he had to fulfil mine and Sora's fashion condition - nothing darker than navy blue. It almost killed him - not to mention his wardrobe - but eventually the long-neglected 'brighter' colours made their appearance from the very bottom of his drawers. Right now he's got on a light blue hoodie and a thick pair of light grey trousers - not Matt at his most colourful (don't mention the Hawaiian Shirt Incident unless you want your nose introducing to the back of your skull), but it'll do.
Why is he dressed like we're going on an Antarctic trek, then? I mean, sure, Wales can be a little cold, but as long as we stay away from the big mountains...
Uh oh. The penny drops, and with it my face. His mouth quirks upward at the corner, and I know that he knows that I know...
"You're dragging me up a bloody mountain, aren't you?" I squeak, and the quirk widens to a full-blown grin. He shifts in the doorway, bringing a rucksack out from behind his back.
"Hmmm...yeah, yeah, I think I might be," he muses, as though trying to work out what he had for dinner last night.
I grab a pillow and fling it at him, catching him full in the face, and he yells and lunges at me. I eep, falling back onto the bed as he leaps forward and starts flailing at me with the pillow. I wrap my arms around my head and dive for his legs, taking them out from under him and leaving him to collapse on the floor with me partially on top of him.
I lurch towards the pillow, but he manages to grab my wrists and wrestle me to the floor - then proceeds to kiss me so hard I see spots in front of my eyes and have to struggle to breathe.
"Right," he says in a businesslike tone, "get changed into something a bit warmer and get downstairs. Don't be long - we need to get out as quickly as possible if we're going to catch the light."
Suddenly, his mouth is on mine again, softer this time, and then he pulls away and looks down at me, stroking my hair lovingly.
"Just... don't take all day about it, ne?"
I grin at him and shove him off playfully, pushing him towards the door.
"All right, all right, Mr Professional Rambler, you just go get everything else ready, and I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
He retreats for the door, then hesitates, but I slap his backside to get him moving. One apiece...
"Go on! And no peeking!"
"As if I would!"

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A/N: So, what did you think? As always, please R&R
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and stay tuned for more!
Suki da & stay special.