Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction ❯ Escaping Fate ❯ Embracing You ( Chapter 20 )
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By: Zekk_Skywalk 
Sakura choice.
Anime/Manga: Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.29.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 353 | Status: Completed
Sakura choice.
Anime/Manga: Fate/Stay Night Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.29.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 353 | Status: Completed
AN: WARNING. Shirou x Sakura material. Go back to “Back to Back” for Shirou x Rin or “Ortensia Bloom” if you prefer Shirou completely chaste in a post-Fate world.
Here’s where we earn the M rating. Though like the original game, I really hope you understand that the porny bits make up the least importance of the story. Thematically, one of the reasons I’m bringing these options in at all is because I want to say that I’ve always imagined that Shirou, at the end of the Fate scenario, could still live a full life with friends, family, even lovers, and I don’t think it ever takes away from the fact that he and Saber really belong together. Shirou as a person still can have a life—which is part of the themes of UBW and HF anyway—but his idealized self, the Heroic Spirit within him, is certainly meant for greater things.
You might notice this bit is romantic, while the other option is steamy. This is meant to specifically be in contrast to UBW and HF, where Rin’s scene is almost comical in how awkward it is, and Sakura’s are rather blatantly sexualized.
Escaping Fate
Chapter 14-2
Embracing You
I…
Ought to double-check on Sakura. It hadn’t really occurred to me before, but yesterday’s battle was the first time I’d seen her fight, and this whole situation had to be dredging up some thoughts from her I’m sure she’d rather not have.
Also, I could thwart her dominance in the kitchen.
The light in Sakura’s room was not on, though, so I tapped faintly on her door to see if she was up yet. When she didn’t respond, I decided I’d try peeking into her room.
The futon wasn’t even out.*
I scratched the back of my head. It looked like Sakura had not even gone to bed in the first place, and I wondered where she could have gone.
Glancing back toward the living room to see the dancing light from the television casting shadows about—Yumi seemed to be watching something more action-packed—I decided to check the bath first. Though we tended to go with the traditional way of bathing in the evening, last night we had not really had a chance to, so it made sense if Sakura was preparing a bath.
Nobody in the bath either.
I wandered back to the exterior hall and noticed out the porch that the light to the dojo was on. This was a gamble: I had a feeling that Caren might actually have not gone to sleep and was doing something in preparation instead, so it was a fifty-fifty chance that I would regret stepping in. But, well, with no sign of Sakura, the whole reason I even wanted to check in with her felt more important on my mind.
I pulled the door open and peeked in to find Sakura kneeling at the front of the room. Sighing with relief, I quietly padded in and closed the door behind me. “Sakura?”
Sakura startled and looked back over her shoulder at me, as if coming out of a trance. She smiled at me, though the smile was tinged with something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Senpai, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
I plopped down as she turned to face me. “I just can’t seem to settle down. What about you?”
“Too many things on my mind,” Sakura said.
Nodding, I considered my words carefully. “I wanted to talk with you about that…see how you were doing. I know that this sort of situation doesn’t bring up the greatest of memories for you.” I bit my tongue and kept from saying more; even thinking about it before hand, it just comes across way too blunt and unfortunate.
Sakura tilted her head slightly, watching me carefully. The inquisitive look on her face gave way to a faint smile, and her eyes closed. “Senpai, you worry too much. You should be sitting with Yumi if you’re going to be concerned about anyone.”
“With all that’s happened I realized I hadn’t talked with you about it. I don’t want you to feel like I’m just loading things onto your shoulders when you want nothing to do with it.”
“I don’t, and you aren’t.”
I frowned.
Sakura kept me from retorting, though. “Where are you going, Senpai? I mean, what do you intend to do after all of this?”
“I’m not really sure I know what you mean.”
“After everything is resolved with Yumi. After she graduates from high school and goes to college or finds a job or gets married. What do you plan on doing afterward?”
The question caught me completely askance and I felt my brain short-circuit from the weight. I stared dumbly at her. “I…well, uh, don’t know, exactly.”
“But your mind has been on it a lot lately,” Sakura said.
I nodded, despite myself. It had to be on my mind every time I tried reaching for my goals, tried practicing magic. When Tohsaka had returned from London and brought word of that guy Yuushi having a Sealing Designation place on him, it had slowly started to settle in on me that there were probably many people like him out there in the world right now. I had understood that logically, of course, but honestly, though I toted my ideals as something to strive for, my world was a small one. I’d never even been outside of Japan, for one thing.
Someday, when I had this down—or even, before I did, if it took too long—I would have to chase after that ideal. And that meant leaving this place.
“I came in here to talk with Saber-san,” Sakura explained, blushing faintly. “I remember how she always came in here to meditate.”
I nodded slowly. It wasn’t terribly different from how I visited Illya’s grave, I suppose. Saber just didn’t have a proper grave.
“Nee-san and I have talked about this a little, and it always made me sad, thinking about it.” Sakura’s gaze drifted up to the ceiling. “Saber-san was alone, right? The story that she pulled the sword from the stone, that she became king, it meant a lonely existence. The books on it even say she was betrayed by the few that were close to her.”
“Yeah.” It was clear as such in what I had seen of her memories, as well, the distance her knights had to her.
“But she knew that and took up the responsibility anyway,” Sakura said.
I nodded again.
“And then she met you.”
I couldn’t help but snort a little. When she put it like that, it seemed more grandiose than it really was. “I think my contribution was very slight compared to the rest of her life. Sakura, what are you getting at?”
“Do you think that…had you been at her side all that time, quietly supporting her, it might have made a difference? That she might not have learned to regret her decision enough to try wishing upon the Grail, and could have been proud of the outcome like you wanted for her?”
I stared back at Sakura, a sense of unreality assailing me. Saber had come upon that conclusion in the end, though it seemed to have been a hard-won decision on her part. I didn’t quite know what my part in it all was; Saber had said she loved me, and I certainly felt the same way, but what that did for her…I’m not sure. I had never really thought it was tied to how she felt about herself. “I…suppose it could have helped,” I said. “I just don’t really have enough to go on, though.”
A slight breath came from Sakura, like she was stifling a laugh. “Senpai, you really don’t value how important you can be to those that love you.”
“Maybe.”
“Then I want you to understand,” Sakura said, leaning forward. “I know that someday, you’re going to pursue your dream. And that it means leaving here for long periods of time, maybe even forever. I don’t know if you’ll ever find it in yourself to partner up with someone to have help, or if you will always be alone, but…I don’t want you to make the same mistakes Saber-san did. And I don’t think she would want you to either.”
Sakura reached up to put her hands on my shoulders, and I wilted slightly at the intensity of Sakura’s expression.
“We’re here. Nee-san, Yumi-chan, Fujimura-sensei, me. We’re your support, in the way that you tried to be for Saber-san. Because we love you.”**
I flushed at those words—forward in a way that I had never heard her before—but could not help but smile back at her.
“I know that, well, your love is directed elsewhere, but I want you to understand that ours is with you. Nee-san included, though she’d never admit it,” Sakura giggled.
My eyes dropped a little. “Sorry.”
“Well, I’m not going to say it. I already asked for Saber-san’s forgiveness,” Sakura said. “So, now, I’m just going to support you. Like you’ve always tried your best to support me and everyone else.”
Soft, warm skin touched my lips, and I could not help but bring an arm up to cradle Sakura’s shoulders as she leaned over me. Her hair tickled against my cheek and I felt her hands gently push my chest until I was laying down.
“Sakura,” I whispered when she pulled away, her hand delicately brushing hair back behind her ear, “I…don’t.” I stumbled over the words. “I don’t want…to, you know…do something that…reminds you, or—” I wanted to kick myself, though, as bringing it up in the first place was probably just as likely to remind her.
The smile that she gave me was tinged with the same kind of amusement that reminded me that she was, in fact, Tohsaka’s sister. “Senpai, a girl does not want to hear those sort of things when she has her first kiss.”
My head exploded. That I had given Sakura her first kiss, but from what I understood of her home life, yet the fact that she seemed okay with this—
“The look on your face is pretty funny,” she said, before leaning down for another kiss.
When she withdrew the second time, my breath was uneven and I could not help but blush at the feeling of her body against mine. My arms acted on their own, however, and had come up to hold her to me. “I just don’t want to hurt you,” I muttered.
Sakura shook her head. “This is my decision. That is enough for me.”
Though when I felt her hands reach for the waistband of my pants, I could not help but feel my eyes bug out. “S-Sakura…”
Sakura was blushing furiously now. “Um, well, I did say I came here to ask for Saber-san’s forgiveness.” She chuckled weakly. “I know that you’ve been concerned about your prana.”
“Um, well…”
Sakura smiled again, and leaned back up to kiss me. The gentle touch of her lips made my mind turn around, though what she whispered against my skin made the rest of me tense. “I told you, I’m going to support you. Just let me worry about that, and you can worry about all the trouble we’re going to face with this demon, okay?”
“That seems…really unfair,” I said, gasping as her hand feathered across the skin just above my waist.
I’m just not sure which was unfair: the one-sidedness she perceived of this relationship or what she was doing to me.
Sakura ignored my complaint and pulled at my shirt, urging me to sit up and lift my arms so she could pull it off. When it cleared my head, she did the same with her own shirt, and I could not help but deer-in-headlights at the sight of her milky skin and the curves of her chest. Sakura grinned, though she could not hide the blush that went right up her neck and about her face.
“Um…” I tried accessing rational ideas from my brain. “…God.”
Thanks, stupid brain.
Sakura giggled—which did lovely things about her chest—and she leaned back in to press her body against mine, lips to my lips. I could not help but return the gesture, wrapping my arms fully around her and holding her tightly, even as I felt her move her hips faintly in a very tantalizing motion. The only thing that forced my hand was the lack of oxygen from the kiss, and when we drew apart, she reached down to unbuckle me.
I felt a blush mirroring hers creep up my neck. “Um, Sakura, just…it was…well—”
“Hush. I know you haven’t actually done this many times,” Sakura whispered into my ear. She leaned back just enough to first undo her own skirt, standing to pull it off, and I could not do anything but watch in fascination as she did the same with her underwear. She then knelt beside me and helped me take my own pants and underwear off. “It’ll be okay.”
I shuddered as she took me in her hand, moving slightly as her lips met mine once more, then trailed off down my neck. I gasped and I felt her smile against my skin. “O…kay,” I managed.
She moved over me, gently guided her hand as her hips moved over mine, then brought herself down as she encircled my shoulders with her arms. I felt every nerve in my body tingle and had to lean back, catching myself with my hands so I didn’t just drop straight to the floor. “Sakura,” I moaned.
Her hips wiggled slightly at that, and her cheek nuzzled against my neck as she moved over me. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” she whispered.
Honestly, I could’ve been ready right there.
Sakura gently swayed and I reached up with one arm to hold her flush against me as she moved. The faint gasping she did with each stroke demanded that I close my eyes and listen carefully, hoping to catch anything that would cause her to feel what I was.
Carefully, I gave her a little push so she leaned back before pressing my lips to her neck. The scent of faint perfume and taste of her skin was enough that I had to take hold of her completely and pull her in tighter, causing a deeper moan to escape her throat. My fingertips dug into her skin to drive her down harder with each motion, and I felt my toes curl almost painfully.
Her hips clinched, and I felt her accept me in deeper, the warmth surrounding me becoming unbearably accepting.
I gasped for air over her shoulder before my muscles tightened. I barely made out, “Sakura,” before I felt the tension in me build up much faster than before and my teeth clenched, keeping any further words from me.
I watched in a haze over her shoulder as Sakura’s hips moved hypnotically over me and I felt her warm breath against my ear. “Come, Senpai,” she whispered.
And I surrendered to her command.
My mind cloudy, I could only remember the sound of Sakura’s gasp as I released inside of her, remember the feeling of her warmth tightening around me, then the realization I was flat on my back and breathing harder than any battle might have brought me to. Sakura lay half atop me and I embarrassingly felt my body leave hers as we came down from the coital tension from before.
Birds were chirping, and I’m not exactly sure if they were outside or in my mind.
Sakura shook against me in a pleasant-feeling sense of laughter. “I just realized anyone could have walked in on us. We should be more careful.”
I think I managed a vocalization. Maybe.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, looking up at me.
I belatedly remembered why exactly we were doing this, and nodded. Though now it felt like every nerve I had was pleasantly running a marathon along my skin, I could feel the magical energy about my body doing the same. “Very much better,” I said. Though it probably sounded more like “Uree nnch tur.”
We stayed that way for a while, catching breaths and waiting for heartbeats to slow. Sakura watched me the entire time, a curious look on her face, and I wondered what it is she saw.
“I should probably think about making breakfast if anyone is going to get full prana stock,” I said, glancing at the window. Light was readily more apparent now.
“No, I’ll go prepare food. You should go and plan with nee-san and Ortensia-san about what to do next.”
I sighed. “You’ve become quite bossy in the last few years, you know that?”
A smile and a short giggle. “Then I’ll be even moreso.” She leveled me with an even stare. “Take care of everything you need to. Then come back home. Your family will be waiting for you.”
**Why do I hear Sakura saying it as, “Aishite orimasu”? Damn you, Kimi ni Todoke.
Omake
“Senpai,” Sakura said, “I know that…you fell in love with Saber-san. I know that your heart will always belong to her.”
I nodded slowly.
“Then…at least let me have your body!”
Sakura dove at me head-first and we careened into the far wall of her room. I winced as the laminate and wood tried to ram into the back of my skull, and when my senses returned, Sakura had expertly managed to unzip my pants.
With her teeth.
“W-wait, S-S-Sakura, I don’t think—”
The door to the dojo shoved open, and Tohsaka stood there, looking red in the face. “Sakura!”
Any attempt at explaining the situation or trying to pry Sakura off of me went out the window when I felt a swirl of something warm and wet move over me. I groaned as Sakura glanced back to her sister. “Spying on us, nee-san?”
Tohsaka’s eyes looked ready to shoot lasers at us.
“Are you angry for Saber-san’s sake? Or for your own sake?” Sakura began pumping her hand, and I felt all reason leave my mind.
“I…just thought we’d do this fairly. I know you’ve liked him for a long time now.” I cracked my eyes open to see Tohsaka looking away at that moment, her hair flying in a huff behind her.
Sakura’s breath against me was…almost too much. I could feel her exhale play across my skin. “Well, then, why don’t we do this fairly?”
Huh?
Gritting her teeth, Tohsaka said, “Fine!” and suddenly she was on her knees next to her sister, and—
…!
This…
Just…
Sakura smiled as her sister pulsed her head up and down, then turned that smile my way. “Whoever makes him come first, two out of three times, wins?”
Tohsaka hummed something and I groaned.
Bad End?
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Here’s where we earn the M rating. Though like the original game, I really hope you understand that the porny bits make up the least importance of the story. Thematically, one of the reasons I’m bringing these options in at all is because I want to say that I’ve always imagined that Shirou, at the end of the Fate scenario, could still live a full life with friends, family, even lovers, and I don’t think it ever takes away from the fact that he and Saber really belong together. Shirou as a person still can have a life—which is part of the themes of UBW and HF anyway—but his idealized self, the Heroic Spirit within him, is certainly meant for greater things.
You might notice this bit is romantic, while the other option is steamy. This is meant to specifically be in contrast to UBW and HF, where Rin’s scene is almost comical in how awkward it is, and Sakura’s are rather blatantly sexualized.
Escaping Fate
Chapter 14-2
Embracing You
I…
Ought to double-check on Sakura. It hadn’t really occurred to me before, but yesterday’s battle was the first time I’d seen her fight, and this whole situation had to be dredging up some thoughts from her I’m sure she’d rather not have.
Also, I could thwart her dominance in the kitchen.
The light in Sakura’s room was not on, though, so I tapped faintly on her door to see if she was up yet. When she didn’t respond, I decided I’d try peeking into her room.
The futon wasn’t even out.*
I scratched the back of my head. It looked like Sakura had not even gone to bed in the first place, and I wondered where she could have gone.
Glancing back toward the living room to see the dancing light from the television casting shadows about—Yumi seemed to be watching something more action-packed—I decided to check the bath first. Though we tended to go with the traditional way of bathing in the evening, last night we had not really had a chance to, so it made sense if Sakura was preparing a bath.
Nobody in the bath either.
I wandered back to the exterior hall and noticed out the porch that the light to the dojo was on. This was a gamble: I had a feeling that Caren might actually have not gone to sleep and was doing something in preparation instead, so it was a fifty-fifty chance that I would regret stepping in. But, well, with no sign of Sakura, the whole reason I even wanted to check in with her felt more important on my mind.
I pulled the door open and peeked in to find Sakura kneeling at the front of the room. Sighing with relief, I quietly padded in and closed the door behind me. “Sakura?”
Sakura startled and looked back over her shoulder at me, as if coming out of a trance. She smiled at me, though the smile was tinged with something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Senpai, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
I plopped down as she turned to face me. “I just can’t seem to settle down. What about you?”
“Too many things on my mind,” Sakura said.
Nodding, I considered my words carefully. “I wanted to talk with you about that…see how you were doing. I know that this sort of situation doesn’t bring up the greatest of memories for you.” I bit my tongue and kept from saying more; even thinking about it before hand, it just comes across way too blunt and unfortunate.
Sakura tilted her head slightly, watching me carefully. The inquisitive look on her face gave way to a faint smile, and her eyes closed. “Senpai, you worry too much. You should be sitting with Yumi if you’re going to be concerned about anyone.”
“With all that’s happened I realized I hadn’t talked with you about it. I don’t want you to feel like I’m just loading things onto your shoulders when you want nothing to do with it.”
“I don’t, and you aren’t.”
I frowned.
Sakura kept me from retorting, though. “Where are you going, Senpai? I mean, what do you intend to do after all of this?”
“I’m not really sure I know what you mean.”
“After everything is resolved with Yumi. After she graduates from high school and goes to college or finds a job or gets married. What do you plan on doing afterward?”
The question caught me completely askance and I felt my brain short-circuit from the weight. I stared dumbly at her. “I…well, uh, don’t know, exactly.”
“But your mind has been on it a lot lately,” Sakura said.
I nodded, despite myself. It had to be on my mind every time I tried reaching for my goals, tried practicing magic. When Tohsaka had returned from London and brought word of that guy Yuushi having a Sealing Designation place on him, it had slowly started to settle in on me that there were probably many people like him out there in the world right now. I had understood that logically, of course, but honestly, though I toted my ideals as something to strive for, my world was a small one. I’d never even been outside of Japan, for one thing.
Someday, when I had this down—or even, before I did, if it took too long—I would have to chase after that ideal. And that meant leaving this place.
“I came in here to talk with Saber-san,” Sakura explained, blushing faintly. “I remember how she always came in here to meditate.”
I nodded slowly. It wasn’t terribly different from how I visited Illya’s grave, I suppose. Saber just didn’t have a proper grave.
“Nee-san and I have talked about this a little, and it always made me sad, thinking about it.” Sakura’s gaze drifted up to the ceiling. “Saber-san was alone, right? The story that she pulled the sword from the stone, that she became king, it meant a lonely existence. The books on it even say she was betrayed by the few that were close to her.”
“Yeah.” It was clear as such in what I had seen of her memories, as well, the distance her knights had to her.
“But she knew that and took up the responsibility anyway,” Sakura said.
I nodded again.
“And then she met you.”
I couldn’t help but snort a little. When she put it like that, it seemed more grandiose than it really was. “I think my contribution was very slight compared to the rest of her life. Sakura, what are you getting at?”
“Do you think that…had you been at her side all that time, quietly supporting her, it might have made a difference? That she might not have learned to regret her decision enough to try wishing upon the Grail, and could have been proud of the outcome like you wanted for her?”
I stared back at Sakura, a sense of unreality assailing me. Saber had come upon that conclusion in the end, though it seemed to have been a hard-won decision on her part. I didn’t quite know what my part in it all was; Saber had said she loved me, and I certainly felt the same way, but what that did for her…I’m not sure. I had never really thought it was tied to how she felt about herself. “I…suppose it could have helped,” I said. “I just don’t really have enough to go on, though.”
A slight breath came from Sakura, like she was stifling a laugh. “Senpai, you really don’t value how important you can be to those that love you.”
“Maybe.”
“Then I want you to understand,” Sakura said, leaning forward. “I know that someday, you’re going to pursue your dream. And that it means leaving here for long periods of time, maybe even forever. I don’t know if you’ll ever find it in yourself to partner up with someone to have help, or if you will always be alone, but…I don’t want you to make the same mistakes Saber-san did. And I don’t think she would want you to either.”
Sakura reached up to put her hands on my shoulders, and I wilted slightly at the intensity of Sakura’s expression.
“We’re here. Nee-san, Yumi-chan, Fujimura-sensei, me. We’re your support, in the way that you tried to be for Saber-san. Because we love you.”**
I flushed at those words—forward in a way that I had never heard her before—but could not help but smile back at her.
“I know that, well, your love is directed elsewhere, but I want you to understand that ours is with you. Nee-san included, though she’d never admit it,” Sakura giggled.
My eyes dropped a little. “Sorry.”
“Well, I’m not going to say it. I already asked for Saber-san’s forgiveness,” Sakura said. “So, now, I’m just going to support you. Like you’ve always tried your best to support me and everyone else.”
Soft, warm skin touched my lips, and I could not help but bring an arm up to cradle Sakura’s shoulders as she leaned over me. Her hair tickled against my cheek and I felt her hands gently push my chest until I was laying down.
“Sakura,” I whispered when she pulled away, her hand delicately brushing hair back behind her ear, “I…don’t.” I stumbled over the words. “I don’t want…to, you know…do something that…reminds you, or—” I wanted to kick myself, though, as bringing it up in the first place was probably just as likely to remind her.
The smile that she gave me was tinged with the same kind of amusement that reminded me that she was, in fact, Tohsaka’s sister. “Senpai, a girl does not want to hear those sort of things when she has her first kiss.”
My head exploded. That I had given Sakura her first kiss, but from what I understood of her home life, yet the fact that she seemed okay with this—
“The look on your face is pretty funny,” she said, before leaning down for another kiss.
When she withdrew the second time, my breath was uneven and I could not help but blush at the feeling of her body against mine. My arms acted on their own, however, and had come up to hold her to me. “I just don’t want to hurt you,” I muttered.
Sakura shook her head. “This is my decision. That is enough for me.”
Though when I felt her hands reach for the waistband of my pants, I could not help but feel my eyes bug out. “S-Sakura…”
Sakura was blushing furiously now. “Um, well, I did say I came here to ask for Saber-san’s forgiveness.” She chuckled weakly. “I know that you’ve been concerned about your prana.”
“Um, well…”
Sakura smiled again, and leaned back up to kiss me. The gentle touch of her lips made my mind turn around, though what she whispered against my skin made the rest of me tense. “I told you, I’m going to support you. Just let me worry about that, and you can worry about all the trouble we’re going to face with this demon, okay?”
“That seems…really unfair,” I said, gasping as her hand feathered across the skin just above my waist.
I’m just not sure which was unfair: the one-sidedness she perceived of this relationship or what she was doing to me.
Sakura ignored my complaint and pulled at my shirt, urging me to sit up and lift my arms so she could pull it off. When it cleared my head, she did the same with her own shirt, and I could not help but deer-in-headlights at the sight of her milky skin and the curves of her chest. Sakura grinned, though she could not hide the blush that went right up her neck and about her face.
“Um…” I tried accessing rational ideas from my brain. “…God.”
Thanks, stupid brain.
Sakura giggled—which did lovely things about her chest—and she leaned back in to press her body against mine, lips to my lips. I could not help but return the gesture, wrapping my arms fully around her and holding her tightly, even as I felt her move her hips faintly in a very tantalizing motion. The only thing that forced my hand was the lack of oxygen from the kiss, and when we drew apart, she reached down to unbuckle me.
I felt a blush mirroring hers creep up my neck. “Um, Sakura, just…it was…well—”
“Hush. I know you haven’t actually done this many times,” Sakura whispered into my ear. She leaned back just enough to first undo her own skirt, standing to pull it off, and I could not do anything but watch in fascination as she did the same with her underwear. She then knelt beside me and helped me take my own pants and underwear off. “It’ll be okay.”
I shuddered as she took me in her hand, moving slightly as her lips met mine once more, then trailed off down my neck. I gasped and I felt her smile against my skin. “O…kay,” I managed.
She moved over me, gently guided her hand as her hips moved over mine, then brought herself down as she encircled my shoulders with her arms. I felt every nerve in my body tingle and had to lean back, catching myself with my hands so I didn’t just drop straight to the floor. “Sakura,” I moaned.
Her hips wiggled slightly at that, and her cheek nuzzled against my neck as she moved over me. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” she whispered.
Honestly, I could’ve been ready right there.
Sakura gently swayed and I reached up with one arm to hold her flush against me as she moved. The faint gasping she did with each stroke demanded that I close my eyes and listen carefully, hoping to catch anything that would cause her to feel what I was.
Carefully, I gave her a little push so she leaned back before pressing my lips to her neck. The scent of faint perfume and taste of her skin was enough that I had to take hold of her completely and pull her in tighter, causing a deeper moan to escape her throat. My fingertips dug into her skin to drive her down harder with each motion, and I felt my toes curl almost painfully.
Her hips clinched, and I felt her accept me in deeper, the warmth surrounding me becoming unbearably accepting.
I gasped for air over her shoulder before my muscles tightened. I barely made out, “Sakura,” before I felt the tension in me build up much faster than before and my teeth clenched, keeping any further words from me.
I watched in a haze over her shoulder as Sakura’s hips moved hypnotically over me and I felt her warm breath against my ear. “Come, Senpai,” she whispered.
And I surrendered to her command.
My mind cloudy, I could only remember the sound of Sakura’s gasp as I released inside of her, remember the feeling of her warmth tightening around me, then the realization I was flat on my back and breathing harder than any battle might have brought me to. Sakura lay half atop me and I embarrassingly felt my body leave hers as we came down from the coital tension from before.
Birds were chirping, and I’m not exactly sure if they were outside or in my mind.
Sakura shook against me in a pleasant-feeling sense of laughter. “I just realized anyone could have walked in on us. We should be more careful.”
I think I managed a vocalization. Maybe.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, looking up at me.
I belatedly remembered why exactly we were doing this, and nodded. Though now it felt like every nerve I had was pleasantly running a marathon along my skin, I could feel the magical energy about my body doing the same. “Very much better,” I said. Though it probably sounded more like “Uree nnch tur.”
We stayed that way for a while, catching breaths and waiting for heartbeats to slow. Sakura watched me the entire time, a curious look on her face, and I wondered what it is she saw.
“I should probably think about making breakfast if anyone is going to get full prana stock,” I said, glancing at the window. Light was readily more apparent now.
“No, I’ll go prepare food. You should go and plan with nee-san and Ortensia-san about what to do next.”
I sighed. “You’ve become quite bossy in the last few years, you know that?”
A smile and a short giggle. “Then I’ll be even moreso.” She leveled me with an even stare. “Take care of everything you need to. Then come back home. Your family will be waiting for you.”
Escaping Fate, Embracing You, Out
*In a traditional Japanese home, there is no bed. Instead, a person has a folded futon that they break out every evening and fold back up every morning. The rooms in the Emiya household proper are like this; the guest room outhouse where Rin stays is Western-styled and has a bed.**Why do I hear Sakura saying it as, “Aishite orimasu”? Damn you, Kimi ni Todoke.
Omake
“Senpai,” Sakura said, “I know that…you fell in love with Saber-san. I know that your heart will always belong to her.”
I nodded slowly.
“Then…at least let me have your body!”
Sakura dove at me head-first and we careened into the far wall of her room. I winced as the laminate and wood tried to ram into the back of my skull, and when my senses returned, Sakura had expertly managed to unzip my pants.
With her teeth.
“W-wait, S-S-Sakura, I don’t think—”
The door to the dojo shoved open, and Tohsaka stood there, looking red in the face. “Sakura!”
Any attempt at explaining the situation or trying to pry Sakura off of me went out the window when I felt a swirl of something warm and wet move over me. I groaned as Sakura glanced back to her sister. “Spying on us, nee-san?”
Tohsaka’s eyes looked ready to shoot lasers at us.
“Are you angry for Saber-san’s sake? Or for your own sake?” Sakura began pumping her hand, and I felt all reason leave my mind.
“I…just thought we’d do this fairly. I know you’ve liked him for a long time now.” I cracked my eyes open to see Tohsaka looking away at that moment, her hair flying in a huff behind her.
Sakura’s breath against me was…almost too much. I could feel her exhale play across my skin. “Well, then, why don’t we do this fairly?”
Huh?
Gritting her teeth, Tohsaka said, “Fine!” and suddenly she was on her knees next to her sister, and—
…!
This…
Just…
Sakura smiled as her sister pulsed her head up and down, then turned that smile my way. “Whoever makes him come first, two out of three times, wins?”
Tohsaka hummed something and I groaned.
Bad End?
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