Full Metal Panic Fan Fiction ❯ Full Metal Panic! Essay Assignment ❯ 8th Step: Final Exam Review ( Chapter 8 )

8th Step: Final Exam Review

I sighed... content, happy, pleased, satisfied....

Civilian life wasn't so bad after all. Though I was still faithful to Mithril, I had more important things to be concerned with at the present time. The one and most important of all beings, Kaname Chidori, my girlfriend. She was, after all, all I had.

It had been four months already since Kaname and I began dating, and if anything, our affections for each other only grew stronger.

We sat on the train, on our way back home after spending an afternoon at the library, studying for our college midterms.

Indeed... Kaname and I had graduated from Jindai High and were now attending Tokyo U. Kaname, with her exceptional grades had no trouble getting accepted. I, on the other hand, with the aid of Mithril's financial division, had do use more underhanded means to get accepted in the same school. The reason being my almost mediocre grades, of course. Not surprising, Kaname had not been too pleased with this fact—the act, after all, crossed the line of good ethics and morals. It was dishonest and slimy, if it came to it. But, I had patiently pointed out that being with her, and providing top-notch protection were my first priorities, and for that, I was willing to do anything to accomplish this, including buying my way into one of the most prestigious universities in Japan. And before she had decided to clobber me yet again for my deceiving actions, I hastily added that my protection was there because I wanted, not because of duty or orders. It was in my best interests to protect the woman I loved, at all costs! That had no doubt calmed her nerves. That comment as well, had her smiling for a while.

“Saying things like that proves to me that you're not as clueless anymore,” she had stated, a knowing look in her eyes.

Whatever she had meant with those words still confuse me. I had not said anything out of the ordinary, or with hidden intentions. I had only said the truth. However, it still bothered her. After a while, she began to agree with my logic... slowly, but surely. As time went on, the idea of me doing deceitful things or practically the impossible in order to remain at her side began to warm up to her, and eventually, she began seeing it as something “very sweet” coming from me, even if it was wrong. I, without a doubt, had no complaints.

Additional to graduating and attending Tokyo University, Kaname and I had been getting along much better since that fateful day when I solicited her affections. From her part, Kaname had decided to make striding efforts to no longer physically abuse me, and even I had been impressed. It had been something she had agreed with herself, me having been initially oblivious to her efforts. It wasn't until days went by I noticed that miraculously, I did not have a constant lump in my head, or that my jaw was slightly—sometimes acutely—dislocated, or that I wasn't exploiting my aspirin bottle as much as I used to back in those high school days. Noticing the pattern, I had decided to push my luck and address this issue—well, not exactly an issue... more like a blessing!—with Kaname, and she had sheepishly stated that I was “doing very good lately” and that she saw no need to further use corrective punishment anymore but nonetheless told me to not get comfortable.

“It's taking me a whole lot of effort and PATIENCE not to smack you!” she had pointed out courtly.

The truth was, from the day we read each other's essays, Kaname had done a complete 180-degree turn when it concerned her actions towards me. Now, she was loving and tender. Instead of telling me to split and disappear into oblivion like she was so fond of, she wanted to be by my side whenever possible, taking advantage of every opportunity that presented itself. Perhaps this was also part of being in this kind of relationship. I was, after all, still an amateur boyfriend. However, the fact that Kaname was being nicer to me did not entail she stopped having her infamous temper or stopped throwing tantrums. On the contrary, those traits remained in place, but minus the physical abuse. After all, I still flinched when she snapped at me, but the best thing about Kaname was that she was just as quick to forgive as she was with her temper spurts. During lunch when we sat with friends, she would sit next to me, secretly holding my hand under the table as we ate, every once in a while gliding her fingertips in my palm, or intertwining her fingers with my own.

It was no surprise that at first she had been very discrete about new our situation, keeping a decent distance when we were the center of attention. What had actually been more amusing than anything was when she was put on the spot by her friends when they had questioned why she wasn't hitting me anymore, commenting on how the missed the action. Immediately after, the only thing that was heard was Kaname's nervous distressed laughter: “ahahahahahaha... well, I...”

“Miss Chidori and I have reached an agreement that as long as I don't use weapons or cause any more explosions, she won't hit me,” I had said immediately after.

At the time, she had looked at me with thankful eyes, and later on voiced her appreciation for my coming to her rescue.

“I've have gone through 37 interrogations, and none were as simple or harmless as that from your friends,” I had stated nonchalantly. “In Afghanistan, I was tortured repeatedly to extract information: they would torture and kill my fellow comrades in front of my eyes, beat me up, lacerated my skin, and—”

“And...all that is in the past now,” she had interjected immediately when she noticed I was at brink of going into one of my otaku speeches. “This is now, and you're with me. There's no need to relive all those painful memories....”

I had sat thinking of her words for many days to come, and she had a point. I had been caught up enjoying life so much that at one point, I had almost forgotten the hardship I had endured as a child. Being with Kaname had given me the opportunity to live a new life. I was by no means careless. In fact, after reading her essay, I had become more alert. Protecting Kaname had taken on a whole new meaning, as so did the way I felt about her. Yes, I had always cared for her, but after being exposed to a side of her that I had never seen before, and actually loving her freely as I did now, I had become the ever faithful watchdog. Almost overbearing sometimes, which was something that Kaname took notice of immediately. Somehow, after everything that occurred, Kaname began to appreciate my strides to protect her, and instead of condoning me, she allowed me to continue doing what I had to. Of course, that by no means indicated that she tolerated the explosions, booby traps, etc. Nevertheless, as overbearing as I had become and the protection freak I was, I had also become more discrete when it concerned acting upon any suspicious activities triggered towards Kaname. Perhaps that discretion had contributed to Kaname's decreasing attacks on me.

But, since the whole discretion subject is being covered, I must say that the secrecy Kaname had desired when it concerned our relationship did not last for long.

It happened during our graduation, when the ceremony had just finished and the all the ex-Jindai High School students flung their covers up in the air. Since our sitting arrangements were organized in alphabetical order, Kaname was far up front, and I sat just as far in the back. Once we were released from duty for the very last time at Jindai High, it seemed that we instinctively went on search of each other, I in particular wanting to retract her away from all the madness of the students surrounding the auditorium as soon as possible. In my case, it had been an easier mission to find Kaname for, unbeknown to her, I had placed a tracking device on her toga, graduation robe... whatever the name was. When I finally found her, she had been actively looking all around, seeking my face. I smiled when I noticed the frustration in her eyes and failing tolerance of the students around her who celebrated aimlessly, inevitably pushing and shoving her back and forth with their own bodies. I raised my hand, and waiving called out to her until she finally noticed me. When she did, she took it upon herself to do all the pushing and shoving this time. Like Moses, Kaname's power had the ability to divide the sea of students in two and open a path that somehow led to me. Indeed, I more than anyone knew that Kaname's wrath would be remembered for many days to come in the lives of several Jindai High students.

She ran straight to me and jumped from about four feet into me. Somehow I had managed to brace myself for the impact, and caught her in my arms when she finally landed, though I did staggered a few feet back. Laughing joyously she held me tight, and I willingly returned her embrace.

“You made it, Kaname,” I voiced in her ear, loud enough for only her to hear.

“We made it, you moron!” she corrected, smiling beautifully at me and only me.

Immediately after, she gave me such a ferocious and deep kiss that even to this day makes me shiver involuntarily. What she had failed to take into consideration were the hundreds of student who surrounded us, looking at us with their jaws hanging open, shocked to say the least. The only person who didn't seem as shocked was Kyouko Tokiwa, who was too busy taking pictures of our officially first public kiss, squeaking in delight, excitedly saying how she would create a scrapbook of all the pictures that contained Kaname and I and make a fortune selling them at the graduation after party that was to take place later on that night. Somehow, the first thing that had crossed my mind was that this was no other than the influence of Kurz Weber who had visited our school with the captain and Sergeant Major Mao.

When our kiss eventually ended, our foreheads remained touching, while we smiled at each other, looking deeply into each other's eyes. It wasn't until Kaname became aware of Kyouko's distracting camera flash that she noticed most of our once classmates staring at us dumbfounded. Momentarily she released me assumed her battle stance and barked at them, “WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT!” with a deep blush at the same time. I knew better than to get involved, and so did the students, who cringed in fear, but smiled humorously at the same time. It seemed that they held no value for the lives, risking everything they had to enjoy this moment one last time. Later at the party, many would state how that kiss and Kaname's later reaction had been the highlight of their whole high school experience. To this day, I still fail to comprehend this phenomenon.

She sighed happily as she leaned against me, a content smile on her face. I looked at her briefly, content as well, and returned to my own brooding and scanning our surroundings.

“Hey...” she called.

I looked back down at her.

“What's on your mind?”

“Nothing at all. Please continue to enjoy the train ride as you do everyday,” I replied stoically.

She snorted and intertwined her fingers with my own. “You're so weird, Sousuke...”

“I've been called worse things in the past,” I commented unconcerned.

She grinned at this. “Oh, really? Care to enlighten me?”

“Certainly,” I replied. “Idiot, moron, military maniac, otaku, jerk, dimwit, stupid, imbecile...”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” she interrupted with a smile.

“Roger,” I replied.

She leaned closer to me and nuzzled my neck teasingly, making me shiver all over. To this she smiled wickedly. “What do you want for dinner, Sousuke?”

“Anything you make, Kaname. I have voiced countless times that I have great appreciation for your cooking skills and will gladly eat anything that is made with your hands.”

This widened her smile. “Hmm... good.”

We arrived at her place and Kaname, before heading to the kitchen went to her room to change her clothes. She came back out barefooted wearing a deep blue sleeveless shirt with very thin straps and a pair of short jeans—very short, I might add! Her hair blended with the color of her shirt, and it seemed almost impossible to tell the two apart. I had been standing by the sliding door that lead to her balcony, scanning the neighborhood for any suspicious activities, but the second I saw her step out of her room exposing so much skin, I could nothing but stare dumbfounded... well, scratch that.... more like ogle. I had noticed that after a while of us being together, Kaname found great pleasure in distracting me from my duties, like she was doing now. If it wasn't by wearing questionable and inadequate clothing garments, it was by popping out of nowhere and nibbling my ear or whispering into my ear only for me to hear all sorts of inappropriate things that would break me into an immediate sweat.

“Hey, Soldier... like what you see...?” she asked with a low tone and glistening eyes. By this time, I was well aware of what “sensuously” meant.

“Uhh....” I stammered. Figures....

She giggled mischievously. “I thought so...” she said, this time with her normal voice. She walked to the kitchen with a very unusual sway of her hips. It was provocative, inviting, seductive... sexy by Kurz' standards as he had explained it to me once. Without a doubt, this caught my attention. It made me look more intently, and as my eyes followed her hips, so did my my feet, somehow! It was no surprise that immediately I ended up tripping over my own two feet, and to catch myself, I regained some of my motor skills and one of my feet immediately sprung to prevent my fall, inevitably stomping in the process. This made Kaname look back at me with a curious frown, wondering what had made the noise. When she noticed me stumbling and making a miserable attempt at straightening up, she stifled her laughter and looked at me with a gleam in her eye.

Finally, I straightened the way a true specialist ought to and looked her, who seemed to have been enjoying my amateur-like behavior. I wiped a sweat drop that clung to my brow persistently. “Uhh...”

She looked at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes, her grin reflecting just how hilarious she thought my actions were.

I sighed, collecting myself. “It is not a problem,” I muttered to no one in particular, trying to deviate her attention from my blunders and oppress the warmth that invaded my whole body. This warmth, I was sure, showed on my face.

This time, she couldn't help herself any longer and turned around, laughing out loud. Very faintly, I heard a victorious “Yes...!” escaping her lips as she opened several cabinets and took out the necessary items to begin making dinner.

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“Yes...!”

I knew that somewhere, somehow, one way or another deep inside, Sousuke Sagara contained at least an inch of humanity and that his male inhibitions would surface at one point or another. He had always been so stiff that I couldn't help but to wonder if he would react to my “sexy attacks” as I came to call them. I was very pleased to find the results of my experiment. Sousuke Sagara did react to my attacks, in a very funny and otaku-like way, very ungraceful to say the least, but the important thing was that he did react! He would break into an immediate sweat, and start fidgeting nervously, and his trademark “Uhh...” never failed. What was even better was that his usually crisp motor skills came close to nonexistent like they did a few seconds ago. It's hilarious!

I chuckled to myself quietly.

That “Uhh...” was my indication that my efforts were successful. It was a personal challenge I dared myself to face. I mean, Sergeant Stiff really needed to loosen up a bit, and I took it upon myself to do just that. I knew it would be hard, acting outside my normal inhibitions, but I strongly felt that this needed to be done if I wanted to get somewhere with our relationship. Initially, I tried to maintain my normal decency. That had adequate results, as he's so fond of saying, but didn't get me very far, to be honest. After a while, I realized that I wasn't going to get anywhere like that, so to get better results, I resorted to more drastic measures. That was where the skimpy clothes came in handy, and effective they were! Who would've thought that Sergeant Sagara would have a fetish for such things!

The one thing that pleased me the most was that he only reacted that way with me. The times where other girls would dress too provocatively he wouldn't even give it a second glance, and when I approached him about it, he had stated that “there must be something wrong with their wardrobe.” When I explained to him that most girls intentionally dressed that way to attract men's attention and that their wardrobes weren't “dysfunctional” he simply stated that “a specialist cannot be swayed such futile distractions.” But... he reacted to my distractions! Ha! Take that, Mr. I'm-a-Specialist-who-can't-be-distracted! That meant that he noticed everything about me! Most importantly, that meant he wasn't as clueless as he was thought to be.

In any case, I only wore the “defective” clothes when we were at home, and it was only once in a blue moon! It was, after all, my secret weapon.

I hummed to myself happily as I chopped the vegetables and placed them in a container. Casually looking over my shoulder, I noticed how, not surprising, “Sergeant I'm-not-so-dense-anymore” sat at the usual spot, at the dining table in the chair that faced the kitchen, reading the newspaper, no doubt stealing glances when I couldn't notice. Ha!

“Specialist my ass...” I muttered to myself quietly with a smile.

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“Did you say something, Kaname?”

She looked from the kitchen, flinching just slightly. “Huh!”

“I thought I heard you speaking,” I stated looking at her blankly.

“Ahaahahahahaha... you must be hearing things, Sousuke,” she said. Typically, the use of that laughter indicated that she was distressed or was hiding something and didn't want to disclose information on.

“Hmm...” I looked back to the newspaper.

“And I thought I was the one who could hear voices in my head,” she voiced jokingly.

“Perhaps...” I commented casually.

“Hey!” she protested, turning around with a knife on hand.

I raised my eyebrows questionably, this time pretending to be clueless. “Yes, Kaname?”

She put her unoccupied hand on her hip and began tapping her foot while she looked at me with squinting eyes. “Don't you 'yes, Kaname' me... you think you got jokes, huh?”

I kept a straight face, but I think my eyes betrayed me. “If you say so, Kaname...”

She continued squinting at me, seeking the mischief in my face, but finally decided to turn around, catching on to the fact that I was, as civilians called it, picking on her. She chuckled quietly and continued chopping whatever it was that she was cutting this time.

I smirked quietly, bringing the paper up again—mostly to hide my smirk. BUT! It's imperative for a specialist such as myself to constantly remain informed of the world's happenings.

She continued with her peaceful, content humming, occasionally stirring the contents in the pots that were cooking on the stove.

My inadequate attempts to remain focused on the newspaper proved to be just that: inadequate. The fact that I had one Kaname Chidori humming happily, cooking dinner for me, and wearing those... those... clothes was just....

Perhaps I was a moron after all. Kaname wasn't one to usually wear those clothes frequently, but when she did, she stirred a very peculiar feeling inside me that was very hard to comprehend. Along with her defective clothing garments, some of her actions would whirl a persistent animosity deep within me that after a while, I found very hard to control. What was worse, certain parts of my body reacted to her actions and my own feelings on their own accord. Kaname's actions were simply inciting and teasingly pushy. She would only go so far, but it would always leave me stranded and frustrated with my own feelings. It left me helpless and desiring her in a way that went beyond holding her hand, kissing her, or holding her in my arms.

I wanted more than that. And she wasn't making it easy! The things she did made me want to... to... touch her all over, to clutch her tightly against me, to... to... to... ravish her!

I froze midway turning a page when that realization dawned on me. Not only that, but the warm feeling below my belt caused me to look down and realize that a certain part of my body knew how to stand at attention by itself, without my consent!

“Uhh...”

She looked up from what she was doing and looked at me questionably.

Immediately, I hid my face by raising the newspaper, shifting uncomfortably on the chair. I waited a few moments before daring to look where she was. I moved the paper from my line of sight, only to come face to face with Kaname, who had swiftly moved from the kitchen and now leaned on the table, her palms under he chin and elbows resting on the table surface as she quizzically looked at me with a small smile....

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“Sousuke...?”

“Y-yes, Ka-Kaname?” he stammered, sweating profusely.

I grinned this time. “Sousuke... is there something you want to tell me?”

His eyes widened slightly and he looked away immediately, fidgeting. “Uhh... ne-negative, Kaname! Why would you ask that?”

I chuckled. “I don't know... you've been acting kind of funny lately...”

“Ne-negative!” he replied. “Please disregard!”

“Sousuke!” I insisted.

“Kaname?”

I looked at him expectantly, hoping for him to continue. When he didn't, I sighed and straightened, returning to the kitchen. “Fine, Soldier! Whatever your malfunction is, you better fix it soon!”

“Ye-yes, Ma'am!” he acknowledged.

I simply snorted and shook my head.

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I sighed, relieved. While I was expecting to calm down, she was face to face with me, and I instead became more excited... literally!

These sensations were all getting the better of me. Why, though? Back then when Kaname would get close to me I would not act as half the fool I was now.

But back then Kaname wouldn't kiss me, or hold my hand, or lean against me on our train rides either. Back then, things weren't as they were now.

Standing up from the chair, I walked over to the sliding door and looked out to the horizon.

I sighed. Indeed... things were very different, and now I was well aware of my love for Kaname and her love for me. That, to this day, never failed to amaze me. That she decided to notice me still blows me away. A man like me, who had little to offer. Whatever it was, she loved me, and to me, that was all that mattered.

I looked over to where she was. She silently looked at the same newspaper I had in my hand a while ago, but that I had left behind when I stood. I smiled when I noticed that instead of reading informative material, she was reading the comics section and smirking at whatever joke was there. When she heard one of the covers of the stove tapping as a result of the steam, she dropped the newspaper back on the table and returned to the kitchen to check on our future nourishment.

Watching her cook always intrigued me beyond logic. Noticing her concentration, her approval as she tasted several items, or when she would bend over and check the oven, or when she chopped vegetables, or stirred something that was cooking... it was pleasing to watch Kaname hard at work, and pouring all her love to the task at hand.

Once satisfied with her brief inspection of the tapping container, she raised her arms in the air and stretched languidly, like a cat who had woken from a long slumber. As she did so, a small groan-like squeak escaped her throat.

Swiftly, before her arms returned to her side, I moved to the kitchen where she was and took hold of her from behind, pulling her close to me and burying my face at the nape of her neck. She flinched slightly and giggled surprised, relaxing as she recognized the feel of my arms around her. My hands glided in a circular motion on her abdomen area and she sighed contentedly, leaning more into me and resting her head on my shoulders.

Exactly what had driven this reaction from me I did not know. Physical contact was usually initiated by Kaname, and every time I was happy to oblige. But this time, I was the one desperately wanting to be close to her, to take in her scent, to feel the contours of her body against me, to relish in her proximity.

Even if I wasn't the one to always take the initiative, now that I held her in my arms, I did not regret it. When I traced my lips on the oversensitive skin of her neck, she hummed a sigh contentedly, closing her eyes, and reaching up to caress my face.

“Sousuke...” she whispered, somewhat a little out of breath.

I took my lips away from her neck and instinctively she turned my face towards hers and our lips met hungrily. She moaned at the fierceness of my lips against her, but it wasn't a moan of protest. After spending so much time with Kaname, I had learned to decipher and distinguish the sounds she made.

I shivered when I felt her tongue tracing my lips softly and then entering my mouth, meeting my own. This time, I was the one who moaned. Only on very rare and special occasions did Kaname used that kind of technique when kissing, and deep down I knew that she knew the kind of effect it had on me.

I smiled into our kiss and mirrored her ministrations as I turned her around in my arms, our lips still locked. Once facing me, I pushed her against the counter and pressed myself against her with my hands against her hips while her arms draped around my neck, her hands tangled with several locks of my hair. As a result of my continuous force, her body arched in such a way that the only part of her body touching her counter was her lower back. This gave me the opportunity to try something I've been really curious about... and, also, in an attempt to overcome this driving and maddening desire away, the move I made next froze Kaname dead on her tracks....

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I pulled away from our heated embrace and looked at him shocked, out of breath.

“Sousuke...” I voiced breathlessly.

He froze as well and pulled away, releasing me from his arms and stumbling as he stepped back. “I'm... I'm sorry, Kaname, I wasn't thinking straight!” he said hurriedly.

“Sousuke...” I moved towards him, looking at him questionably. Not surprising, he stiffened, and kept his arms at his sides, the same way he would stand at attention. Needless to say, the second he stood like that, I looked down noticed that he wasn't the only standing at attention. Naturally, I stopped halfway and my face burned acutely, no doubt, blushing.

“Sousuke...!” I repeated, turning my face away, embarrassed but side-glancing nonetheless and fighting a very persistent smile. I noticed how he looked down and realized what had me looking away like that. Instinctively, his hands moved to cover the tent that his very... stiff friend had put up. I squeaked, choking my laughter when the thought crossed my mind, thinking how Sousuke was also very fond of being very uptight and stiff by nature...

“Uhh...!” he shook violently trying to repress what was only human nature doing its magic on him. “Kaname, I...!”

“Sousuke!” I exclaimed trying to keep a straight face. I might as well take advantage of the situation. Out of nowhere my trustworthy harisen appeared in my hands, ready for battle.

Again, naturally Sousuke straightened and stood at attention only to bend over again and cover his embarrassment. “Yes, Ma'am!” he asked with a shaky voice.

I squeaked just slightly. “Soldier! What is the meaning of this!” I asked, resting the harisen on my shoulder, bouncing expectantly.

“Uhh...!” His voice quivered nervously as he blushed and perspired profusely. “I... I... I don't know, Ma'am!”

I couldn't help but to let go and burst out laughing. “Sousuke... you pervert!” The harisen swatted him on the side of the head, more playfully than with the intention to hurt him.

He looked at me shocked and surprised. Not only was the blow weak by my standards but, I was also laughing joyfully. He then slouched over, embarrassed and mortified. “I'm sorry, Kaname...”

I walked towards him, dropping the harisen along the way and stood mere inches from him, our face millimeters apart. I caressed his cheek gently. “Sousuke... you have an erection...” I stated as-a-matter-of-fact.

He looked deeply into my own eyes, still very much serious and mortified. “Kaname, I...”

I pressed my index finger on his lips to silence him. I smiled. “You're just very happy to see me, aren't you?” I teased.

His sweating increased. “Ev-everyday I am... but I've rarely had this reaction...” he added hastily.

I arched an eyebrow and continued smiling. “Rarely...? So that means it's happened before?”

He looked away, blushing. With my other hand, I forced his face to where he could look at me. He looked at me with his deep gray eyes, showing just how uncomfortable he was with this situation. Finally he nodded slightly. I smiled and petted his hair gingerly. “Oh, Sousuke... you idiot...” I said with glee.

He frowned and looked at me questionably. “Kaname?”

I sighed and draped my arms around his neck, but stood far enough so that I wasn't touching it. “Sousuke... the truth is that, coming from you, that's kind of flattering...” I said, my face feeling slightly flushed. To know that I could awaken such reaction from someone as uptight as him was just wild. This made him straighten up confidently and a little more at ease. I added hastily: “But you better NOT have this reaction for any other girl, got that!”

He stiffened for just as split second, but then relaxed. What he did next made me just as nervous as he had been a second ago. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me against him forcibly, my lower body coming in full contact with his now shameless friend. He rested his forehead against my own, and quietly, before pressing his lips against mine hungrily he huskily said: “It is not a problem...”

I shook violently, but received his kiss gracefully nonetheless. The truth was, I had been waiting for a moment like this for a while now, and the fact that it was finally here kind of had me weak on the knees. Sure, I knew that Sousuke liked me, and loved me, but that he actually wanted me... as much as I wanted him... just blew me away. You have to understand... with Sergeant Serious these kinds of things have always been very hard to detect. I knew that Sousuke was a very healthy guy, but I couldn't help but to wonder if indeed he was “functional” below the belt. We never really had sex talks—it was almost a forbidden subject—and even though I knew that this responsibility kind of was on me, considering how clueless he was, I was just too embarrassed to bring it up. That, however, did not take away from the fact that every time he touched me, or every time I touched him, deep within me I had that desire to satisfy this warm feeling inside that could only be subsided with full contact... yes... sex... I guess... well... making love sounds more appealing! Every time we went so far—kisses; caresses, in decent places, I might add; and holding close—once we were done, it really hurt to let go. It was disappointing and frustrating to be left with this burning desire unsatisfied. However, I had had my own reservations and couldn't bring myself to take the initiative in this case. Now, I was very pleased to find that when it concerned our intimate sections, Sousuke was slowly becoming more daring. Sure, his stiffy was a little beyond his control... Lord only knows he's been just as sexually frustrated as I have, but his grabbing my ass was no accident, and neither was his pulling me against him with a hard-on!

Deep in my lions, I felt a burning sensation as his tongue now demanded access into my mouth. Stupid moron... he really was the kissing expert!

Obliging, my own tongue went in search of his and to pull him closer to me, what I did next stiffened him from head to toe... I bent one of my legs and wrapped it around one of his own. And to add to this new “technique”—as he would call it—my hands reached down and squeezed his very nice, very firm, AND very irresistible butt cheeks. Grunting slightly, he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, surprised.

“Kaname...!” he exhaled breathlessly, stunned to say the least.

I smiled and traced his jawline. “You think you're the only one who can be daring and the only one who has the moves, Sergeant...?” I whispered teasingly. I brushed my lips against his briefly. He still looked at me petrified, but aroused nonetheless. Mischievously I rubbed the inner side of my thigh against the outside of his and my foot traced his also firm calf gingerly. I smirked at his widening eyes at at how he sucked in his breath and held it in, as if bracing himself. Again I traced his jawline seductively. “Well, I got news for you... Sergeant Stiff...”

“Two can play THAT game...!”