Fan Fiction ❯ That All Important Moment ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: vampyremiyu 
Makoto's surprise is met with with a little uncertainty...and a lot of fear on Ito's part.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.16.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 220 | Status: Completed
Makoto's surprise is met with with a little uncertainty...and a lot of fear on Ito's part.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.16.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 220 | Status: Completed
THAT ALL IMPORTANT MOMENT
A W Juliet Challenge ficlet
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
CHALLENGE: Control Freak vs. Control Freak. What happens when there are two people who want to be in control? (Wk 62)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Things are starting to look up for the pair, the future still unsure. Add a bit of angst, some male hormones waiting to burst, a mixture of fear and uncertainty and you get...the next to last chapter! Sprinkles of lemony goodness. Thanks to everyone for reading! A Standard Disclaimer appears at the bottom of the chapter.
Chapter 4
Ito tried not to look horrified as Makoto led her to his room. She'd been in his room before. They'd shared a makeshift bed before, too.
'This is no different,' she supposed, as Makoto's surprise took shape in her mind.
He'd been very touchy feely on the way back to his apartment. Fingertips caressed everything from the back of her neck to one little spot on her lower back that caused her to shiver in the warm night air.
While Makoto took this -- and her awkward silence -- as encouragement, Ito was fighting the urge to run two steps ahead. Ito tried desperately to drown her unknown nerves in other thoughts. None came to mind. With a blush that turned her face into a cherry blossom, Ito inched away from Makoto. He was neither surprised nor upset. He simply followed where she led.
When he caught up with her, she did it again. Four steps this time.
And eight after that.
And twelve after that.
There was no counting after that. The chase became a game between the newly engaged pair. She berated herself for feeling foolish and let go of the dreadful feelings weighing on her as she raced him the last few blocks to the door of his apartment.
Breathing heavily, Ito leaned back against the front door. She laughed as best as she could at the disheveled look of her fiance. Then she remembered her own appearance and wondered how she had been able to run in the dress without something of her chest falling out of that strapless bra.
Makoto took notice to her disarray as well. She still looked like a glowing angel in the soft blue tones of the material. But her heaving form also enhanced other attributes. Leaning forward slightly away from the door, he had a good view of cleavage, something he'd only seen in theatrical costumes...and the one time at the school pool. Still, his own thoughts and images of the surprise he had waiting for her made him groan internally.
And a little vocally.
"Mako, are you hurt?"
She started at his serious glance, but conversation was cut short as he lunged forward, trapping her against the door. Pinning her with his body, he pressed his lips first to her temple, then to her cheek. Ito's hands tried to grasp at him and push him away; wanting to see him and make sure he was okay.
Then he kissed her.
The initial press of his lips was no different from other kisses they had shared. It was the tilt of his head, the press of his entire body against hers and his forceful tongue that made this kiss more heated. She felt her insides start to melt before a more sensible part of her mind told her she needed to slow down.
Thankfully, Makoto pulled away as the thought formed. They were both gasping for air, eyes locked together. She could read the love and passion in his green eyes. They were always there, merely hidden beneath the surface. But there was an intensity she had not seen. A determination that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up in warning.
'What's there to be afraid of,' she questioned herself. She'd been dreaming of a night alone with Mako...well mostly dreaming about what would happen. She was certain she could handle it...the nakedness and...the other stuff.
Makoto's insides were ablaze, her deep blush adding to his already swelling pride. Two years was a long time to wait, and he was ready to reap his biggest reward for succeeding against his father. He'd have to control himself, he knew. This wasn't just a fantasy anymore. More importantly, he didn't want to frighten her. As strong as she was, she seemed so shy about intimate matters.
With a more relaxed smile, he pulled away and said, "I have a surprise for you,"
"So you said before," she replied, her face flushing.
He nodded, his smile reassuring as he clasped one hand with hers. In a dashing attempt to produce his door key, they got stuck in his pant pocket. The romance seemed lost for a few minutes until he dug it out and slipped it into the door lock.
"After you." With a grandiose gesture, he waved her inside.
"Thanks." Playing along, she gave a small curtsey before stepping inside his abode.
Ito's mind quickly searched for what Makoto could be hiding. The last thing she needed to hear was that he really WAS a woman. But her mind couldn't produce such an amusing image. Nor did it want to.
'Stop being silly! You're acting as if Makoto's going to eat you!'
He certainly looked like he would.
He'd never looked at her like THAT before.
'Gods, I'm gonna vomit.'
Her sudden nerves didn't go unnoticed. With a smile, he asked if she wanted anything to drink. When she shook her head, he asked if she was hungry. No, not that either. Her paling face was cause for concern, and it didn't get any better the further into the apartment they moved.
'She's nervous,' he reasoned. 'Say something reassuring.'
But nothing came to mind.
Nothing but the images of what he wanted to do to her. What he hoped she'd do to him. He knew it wouldn't be that way. Not at first. But he could always hope.
In an attempt to calm her, and his own rising ego, he caressed her elbow and trailed his fingers down to her hand. He entwined his fingers in hers and squeezed it in a familiar manner.
Ito sighed. The hungry look was gone. Replaced by something else. Her nerves calmed only a little. Her mind was still trying to play tricks on her. It may have taken a little time, but she did realize what her 'surprise' really was. Not that she hadn't known it would happen eventually. She just suddenly realized that it was a big step. It meant a big change was coming. Could she handle it?
'Don't be silly,' she chided herself. 'You love him. He loves you. And that's that.'
If only it were that simple.
Her mind refused to think positively about the situation. Her nerves jumped about wildly, and it was difficult to discern if it was a good or bad thing. Panicking, she imagined the bad.
He pulled her hand to his lips. She watched, scared yet fascinated as he laid kisses along her arm all the way to her shoulder. This little trick soothed her wired nerves in a layer of relaxation.
"Mako...."
Unused to the feeling, her mind quickly responded. Her body stiffened, muscles fighting for control. She took a step back, not enough distance to warrant suspicion.
"Maybe...I should go...."
When he followed her, she felt relieved and nervous at the same time. She forced herself to relax as he gathered her in a loose embrace. The feel of his lips against her forehead was both reassuring and heart stopping.
"I can't let you go," he whispered. "Not tonight."
That's when he led her to his room. Her reluctance was not unnoticed and Makoto willed himself to be controlled. She seemed such a fragile thing in his hold and he certainly didn't want to mess up their first time together. Their being together was the work of Fate, had been from the first day they met. He was certain this was the moment and he was ready to take it!
But Fate disagreed.
In the meekest of voices, almost breathless, she asked, "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more certain about ANYTHING," he whispered, just before claiming her lips in another fiery kiss.
'That makes one of us,' Ito thought, trying desperately to push away the fear and anxiety that fought for control of her body.
His touch wasn't distasteful. In fact, it was pleasing in ways she could not describe. Just feel. The length of his body pressed against her felt like being crushed by a rock. But his skin was so smooth beneath her fingertips. Did she feel the same way to him? Was such a contrast normal?
She found joy in touching him, in having him reciprocate her actions. His muscles twitched at the slightest touch. The slightest bit of movement from his body made her curious, more daring. Even the cool, smooth buttons of his shirt fascinated her senses, adding to her heightened awareness.
And she found pleasure in hearing him moan or whisper her name. She shivered as his fingertips lightly brushed the back of her shoulder, caressing in lines down her spine until they finally stopped. She felt something give and his touch burned her bare skin, fire licking at her already reeling senses.
His lips, too, found all the right places to kiss. Her hands found purchase in his hair, gently holding him close. Unsure if she wanted him to continue, or needed him to stop before she caught fire.
She wanted to kiss his neck and shoulder. Wanted to give to him what he was giving to her. Needed to do so. Her senses drowned in newfound sensations, carefully drifting on a river of pleasure.
SNAP!
The zipper had been pulled downward and her bra had come undone. The sound alone was enough for her more logical brain to try and regain control. Suddenly she stiffened in his grasp. Her mind replayed every movement as if it had been a theatrical play. Reminded of her fear, her "fight or flight" response kicked in.
Curiosity and wonder out the door, anxiety and fear finally won.
"Mako...please stop."
She expected him to sigh or be angry as he pulled away. Instead, her tearful gaze was met with sincere worry. Fear was just a starting point. Now she felt guilty as well. He'd never hurt her, yet she couldn't shake the fear. She was ashamed of her own uncertainty and shyness.
"Am I hurting you?" There was a high amount of sincerity in his voice that made her want to cry. Why did she have to feel this way?!
"No, not really."
Makoto withdrew a little more, blinking. "Not really?"
"Not at all," she clarified, a single tear falling down her cheek. She cupped his face in her hands, then dropped them effortlessly. "I'm just...I don't know how to explain it."
His voice was insistent. "Please try."
She sighed, her thoughts gathering in her brain. The order in which they appeared made little sense, even to her. Coalesce as they did, forming a more describable picture in her mind, she refused to speak of her true feelings. She loved him, yes, and her heart -- and certain parts of her body -- agreed. It wasn't her body arguing the immediate issue. It was her brain.
More precisely, it was her fear.
"I can't...."
How could she tell him that she wasn't ready to relinquish something as important as her control over herself?
"Ito?"
How could she tell him she was downright afraid? Afraid of his powerful presence, and afraid of her own body made her feel.
"I'm sorry, Mako-chan. I...I should go."
Words could describe it. But it hurt too much to admit. Her own heart broke over the inner struggle.
She loved him, but she wasn't ready.
"Ito, wait...."
There was nothing he could do to stop her. She avoided his grasp, fingers closing on air. Like a flash, she was gone. The light click of the front door as it closed echoed in his ears. He slumped against the wall, eyes still watching the doorway through which she had disappeared.
"Ito...."
He was at a loss. It had been a happy day...more or less. Good things had happened and he had been hoping to share that happiness with his new fiance. Had he been too forceful? Perhaps they should have simply talked the matter through. His heart skipped a beat before plummeting to his stomach.
What had gone wrong?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Makoto, Ito or any of the characters used in
the story above. That honor goes to talented manga-ka Emura. The manga
is published in English thanks to Viz Entertainment. The characters and
likenesses are used here without permission. Just borrowing them for a
little fun. No offense is meant. No money being made.
A W Juliet Challenge ficlet
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
CHALLENGE: Control Freak vs. Control Freak. What happens when there are two people who want to be in control? (Wk 62)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Things are starting to look up for the pair, the future still unsure. Add a bit of angst, some male hormones waiting to burst, a mixture of fear and uncertainty and you get...the next to last chapter! Sprinkles of lemony goodness. Thanks to everyone for reading! A Standard Disclaimer appears at the bottom of the chapter.
Chapter 4
Ito tried not to look horrified as Makoto led her to his room. She'd been in his room before. They'd shared a makeshift bed before, too.
'This is no different,' she supposed, as Makoto's surprise took shape in her mind.
He'd been very touchy feely on the way back to his apartment. Fingertips caressed everything from the back of her neck to one little spot on her lower back that caused her to shiver in the warm night air.
While Makoto took this -- and her awkward silence -- as encouragement, Ito was fighting the urge to run two steps ahead. Ito tried desperately to drown her unknown nerves in other thoughts. None came to mind. With a blush that turned her face into a cherry blossom, Ito inched away from Makoto. He was neither surprised nor upset. He simply followed where she led.
When he caught up with her, she did it again. Four steps this time.
And eight after that.
And twelve after that.
There was no counting after that. The chase became a game between the newly engaged pair. She berated herself for feeling foolish and let go of the dreadful feelings weighing on her as she raced him the last few blocks to the door of his apartment.
Breathing heavily, Ito leaned back against the front door. She laughed as best as she could at the disheveled look of her fiance. Then she remembered her own appearance and wondered how she had been able to run in the dress without something of her chest falling out of that strapless bra.
Makoto took notice to her disarray as well. She still looked like a glowing angel in the soft blue tones of the material. But her heaving form also enhanced other attributes. Leaning forward slightly away from the door, he had a good view of cleavage, something he'd only seen in theatrical costumes...and the one time at the school pool. Still, his own thoughts and images of the surprise he had waiting for her made him groan internally.
And a little vocally.
"Mako, are you hurt?"
She started at his serious glance, but conversation was cut short as he lunged forward, trapping her against the door. Pinning her with his body, he pressed his lips first to her temple, then to her cheek. Ito's hands tried to grasp at him and push him away; wanting to see him and make sure he was okay.
Then he kissed her.
The initial press of his lips was no different from other kisses they had shared. It was the tilt of his head, the press of his entire body against hers and his forceful tongue that made this kiss more heated. She felt her insides start to melt before a more sensible part of her mind told her she needed to slow down.
Thankfully, Makoto pulled away as the thought formed. They were both gasping for air, eyes locked together. She could read the love and passion in his green eyes. They were always there, merely hidden beneath the surface. But there was an intensity she had not seen. A determination that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up in warning.
'What's there to be afraid of,' she questioned herself. She'd been dreaming of a night alone with Mako...well mostly dreaming about what would happen. She was certain she could handle it...the nakedness and...the other stuff.
Makoto's insides were ablaze, her deep blush adding to his already swelling pride. Two years was a long time to wait, and he was ready to reap his biggest reward for succeeding against his father. He'd have to control himself, he knew. This wasn't just a fantasy anymore. More importantly, he didn't want to frighten her. As strong as she was, she seemed so shy about intimate matters.
With a more relaxed smile, he pulled away and said, "I have a surprise for you,"
"So you said before," she replied, her face flushing.
He nodded, his smile reassuring as he clasped one hand with hers. In a dashing attempt to produce his door key, they got stuck in his pant pocket. The romance seemed lost for a few minutes until he dug it out and slipped it into the door lock.
"After you." With a grandiose gesture, he waved her inside.
"Thanks." Playing along, she gave a small curtsey before stepping inside his abode.
Ito's mind quickly searched for what Makoto could be hiding. The last thing she needed to hear was that he really WAS a woman. But her mind couldn't produce such an amusing image. Nor did it want to.
'Stop being silly! You're acting as if Makoto's going to eat you!'
He certainly looked like he would.
He'd never looked at her like THAT before.
'Gods, I'm gonna vomit.'
Her sudden nerves didn't go unnoticed. With a smile, he asked if she wanted anything to drink. When she shook her head, he asked if she was hungry. No, not that either. Her paling face was cause for concern, and it didn't get any better the further into the apartment they moved.
'She's nervous,' he reasoned. 'Say something reassuring.'
But nothing came to mind.
Nothing but the images of what he wanted to do to her. What he hoped she'd do to him. He knew it wouldn't be that way. Not at first. But he could always hope.
In an attempt to calm her, and his own rising ego, he caressed her elbow and trailed his fingers down to her hand. He entwined his fingers in hers and squeezed it in a familiar manner.
Ito sighed. The hungry look was gone. Replaced by something else. Her nerves calmed only a little. Her mind was still trying to play tricks on her. It may have taken a little time, but she did realize what her 'surprise' really was. Not that she hadn't known it would happen eventually. She just suddenly realized that it was a big step. It meant a big change was coming. Could she handle it?
'Don't be silly,' she chided herself. 'You love him. He loves you. And that's that.'
If only it were that simple.
Her mind refused to think positively about the situation. Her nerves jumped about wildly, and it was difficult to discern if it was a good or bad thing. Panicking, she imagined the bad.
He pulled her hand to his lips. She watched, scared yet fascinated as he laid kisses along her arm all the way to her shoulder. This little trick soothed her wired nerves in a layer of relaxation.
"Mako...."
Unused to the feeling, her mind quickly responded. Her body stiffened, muscles fighting for control. She took a step back, not enough distance to warrant suspicion.
"Maybe...I should go...."
When he followed her, she felt relieved and nervous at the same time. She forced herself to relax as he gathered her in a loose embrace. The feel of his lips against her forehead was both reassuring and heart stopping.
"I can't let you go," he whispered. "Not tonight."
That's when he led her to his room. Her reluctance was not unnoticed and Makoto willed himself to be controlled. She seemed such a fragile thing in his hold and he certainly didn't want to mess up their first time together. Their being together was the work of Fate, had been from the first day they met. He was certain this was the moment and he was ready to take it!
But Fate disagreed.
In the meekest of voices, almost breathless, she asked, "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more certain about ANYTHING," he whispered, just before claiming her lips in another fiery kiss.
'That makes one of us,' Ito thought, trying desperately to push away the fear and anxiety that fought for control of her body.
His touch wasn't distasteful. In fact, it was pleasing in ways she could not describe. Just feel. The length of his body pressed against her felt like being crushed by a rock. But his skin was so smooth beneath her fingertips. Did she feel the same way to him? Was such a contrast normal?
She found joy in touching him, in having him reciprocate her actions. His muscles twitched at the slightest touch. The slightest bit of movement from his body made her curious, more daring. Even the cool, smooth buttons of his shirt fascinated her senses, adding to her heightened awareness.
And she found pleasure in hearing him moan or whisper her name. She shivered as his fingertips lightly brushed the back of her shoulder, caressing in lines down her spine until they finally stopped. She felt something give and his touch burned her bare skin, fire licking at her already reeling senses.
His lips, too, found all the right places to kiss. Her hands found purchase in his hair, gently holding him close. Unsure if she wanted him to continue, or needed him to stop before she caught fire.
She wanted to kiss his neck and shoulder. Wanted to give to him what he was giving to her. Needed to do so. Her senses drowned in newfound sensations, carefully drifting on a river of pleasure.
SNAP!
The zipper had been pulled downward and her bra had come undone. The sound alone was enough for her more logical brain to try and regain control. Suddenly she stiffened in his grasp. Her mind replayed every movement as if it had been a theatrical play. Reminded of her fear, her "fight or flight" response kicked in.
Curiosity and wonder out the door, anxiety and fear finally won.
"Mako...please stop."
She expected him to sigh or be angry as he pulled away. Instead, her tearful gaze was met with sincere worry. Fear was just a starting point. Now she felt guilty as well. He'd never hurt her, yet she couldn't shake the fear. She was ashamed of her own uncertainty and shyness.
"Am I hurting you?" There was a high amount of sincerity in his voice that made her want to cry. Why did she have to feel this way?!
"No, not really."
Makoto withdrew a little more, blinking. "Not really?"
"Not at all," she clarified, a single tear falling down her cheek. She cupped his face in her hands, then dropped them effortlessly. "I'm just...I don't know how to explain it."
His voice was insistent. "Please try."
She sighed, her thoughts gathering in her brain. The order in which they appeared made little sense, even to her. Coalesce as they did, forming a more describable picture in her mind, she refused to speak of her true feelings. She loved him, yes, and her heart -- and certain parts of her body -- agreed. It wasn't her body arguing the immediate issue. It was her brain.
More precisely, it was her fear.
"I can't...."
How could she tell him that she wasn't ready to relinquish something as important as her control over herself?
"Ito?"
How could she tell him she was downright afraid? Afraid of his powerful presence, and afraid of her own body made her feel.
"I'm sorry, Mako-chan. I...I should go."
Words could describe it. But it hurt too much to admit. Her own heart broke over the inner struggle.
She loved him, but she wasn't ready.
"Ito, wait...."
There was nothing he could do to stop her. She avoided his grasp, fingers closing on air. Like a flash, she was gone. The light click of the front door as it closed echoed in his ears. He slumped against the wall, eyes still watching the doorway through which she had disappeared.
"Ito...."
He was at a loss. It had been a happy day...more or less. Good things had happened and he had been hoping to share that happiness with his new fiance. Had he been too forceful? Perhaps they should have simply talked the matter through. His heart skipped a beat before plummeting to his stomach.
What had gone wrong?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Makoto, Ito or any of the characters used in
the story above. That honor goes to talented manga-ka Emura. The manga
is published in English thanks to Viz Entertainment. The characters and
likenesses are used here without permission. Just borrowing them for a
little fun. No offense is meant. No money being made.