Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ Common Ground ❯ Part the Fourteenth - Finale ( Chapter 14 )
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By: vampyremiyu 
The finale to the story. Told from Julia's point of view. WARNING: LEMON CONTENT!
Anime/Manga: Hana Kimi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.18.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 352 | Status: Completed
The finale to the story. Told from Julia's point of view. WARNING: LEMON CONTENT!
Anime/Manga: Hana Kimi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.18.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 352 | Status: Completed
COMMON GROUND
A Hana Kimi Challenge Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Hooray! It's the finale! That's right! How did Julia answer Nakatsu's question? What will happen in their future? The answers lie in this chapter. Told from Julia's point of view. WARNING: Lemon content!
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own Hana Kimi or the characters contained herein. I am simply borrowing them for my own evil purposes. I hope Nakajo-sensei will forgive me.
Part the Fourteenth - Blue and Silver Bells
The fact that he was nervous should have been my first clue.
"Julia? I have something...I want to ask you."
"All right."
When he stood from his spot on the fountain's edge and kneeled in front of me, I should have realized.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
Then he showed me a tiny black box with a beautiful diamond ring, and the world grew silent. All I saw was the ring. All I heard was his voice.
"Julia, will you...marry me?"
"Yes."
The answer came out with no thought at all. I jumped from my perch on the cement ledge and tackled him to the ground. Our lips met in a kiss so familiar, but now so different. Both of us lying on the ground, my form on top of his, we laughed and cried, and kissed some more.
And I happily showed the ring to my waiting roommates later that night.
"Oh my gawd!"
"Look at that stone!"
"What?! No congratulations?"
"Girl!"
"Congrats!"
That was nearly a year ago!
Life has changed in small increments. Shuichi began getting into the thick of his professional career. He became a starter after only a few major games. He travels more now and he isn't around as much as I had hoped. We talk just as much over the phone as we did when I lived abroad.
There was even a time when I thought I'd made a mistake moving to Japan.
"Don't even think it."
"This was the best thing you could've done!"
My roommates were quick to comfort me. They'd plan one night where we'd go to one of my favorite spots, or play games, or watch silly chick movies. We'd go out to dinner or shop till our wallets couldn't take it anymore. Then when Shuichi would come over, they'd give him grief about what they'd have to put up with while he was gone.
"You miss me that much?"
"Of course I do!"
"The season's almost over. We'll have all the time in the world then."
Even Mizuki, who knew me better than...well, me!...continuously talked me out of my depression. She even came to visit on one occasion with her daughter, Yuzu. Aside from the crying and dirty diapers (my crying and the baby's diapers), it was a relief to have them both close by.
"You know he loves you."
"I do know! But it's such a pain to have him travel so much."
"This is what life will be like, even after you're married."
"I know. I just...I just want him with me. That's all."
And Yuzu is just so adorable to begin with. So tiny, too! She was a whole month early, but you wouldn't know it to look at her now. The little one knew how to bring a smile to everyone's face including mine.
"Don't be so glum! You have a wedding to plan!"
Planning did take my mind off of Shuichi's absences for a while. Then I think I hardly missed him at all! There was just so much to be done.
Unlike my best friend, Shuichi and I opted for something more traditional. There were aspects of the Western ceremony he liked and we hoped to incorporate them into our ceremony. There was much arguing and discussion, but we were firm on what we wanted. And we found a temple priest who would perform the ceremony to our liking.
Shuichi wanted to see me in a Western style gown, much like the one Mizuki wore. I wanted to wear a kimono. We argued about it constantly. However, I think he was happy with the compromise his mother and I came up with.
The woman is a dear -- his mother. She's been such a great help. I wish my mother could be helping me more, but Shuichi's mother has filled in the gap very nicely. I don't know what I'd do without her.
Well, besides take less aspirin that is....
Shuichi did his part to the best of his ability. It was difficult with him on the road a lot. When he was home we'd be running here and there finalizing things. His team threw him a bachelor party. That was a riot! Sano showed me the blackmail photos.
Of course, my bachelorette party was nothing to sneer at either. Mizuki went all out, and Io helped. Count on that woman for anything relating to a party. Io was disappointed our ceremony wouldn't be at her resort, but she gave us a wonderful wedding present.
Which is why our honeymoon will be spent at her resort.
God, I hope I didn't forget anything!
The ceremony had been beautiful. And long. I had never been so happy as when I heard Shuichi repeat the vows we'd written together. Never happier as when we shared our first kiss as husband and wife.
"You look simply ravishing, Julia!"
"Does this mean we can skip the reception?"
The reception was also fun. Dancing, joking and the cake in the face added the finishing touches. We were as social as we needed to be, carefully planning our escape.
"Good luck to the new bride and groom!"
"What a handsome couple."
Then, when the focus left us for a moment, we were gone.
"Welcome! Enjoy your stay."
It took several hours by train to get here. I'm so beat I could just fall asleep! It's been a busy a day. A nap wouldn't hurt. Really it wouldn't.
But it doesn't feel nearly as good as the kisses I'm being given.
"What are you so whiny about?
"I wanted to undress you."
"You did, silly."
"From the dress!"
"You would've had a hard time with those laces in the back."
"I would not!"
A pause. "We could put on our formal wear..."
"Oh no. No stopping now. We're already naked!"
Our lips meet in a kiss that sizzles. I simply can't believe we are where we are. And who. And how! The past few years run quickly through my mind, even as I instinctively answer his kiss.
Two years without really being able to see him, touch him.
A year and a half with him as close as I could get him, usually just out of arms reach.
And now...we have the rest of our lives to be together.
"Tears?"
"I'm just very happy."
His smile, while a bit idiotic, is still the most beautiful thing to me. "I know. Me, too."
I'm already on fire, but that doesn't stop his hands from touching, caressing. It feels as if it's the very first time we've touched each other's flesh. But I know the touch of his fingertips. Sense the familiar tickle as they caress my hip, my ribcage, moving higher.
I watch as his hand closes around one breast, his lips quickly diving to take possession of its peak. My body shivers and I have to fight the urge to toss my head backward. That would have been impossible anyway, given that my body is pushed flat against the bed.
My fingers latch onto his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp as his tongue plays with my nipple. His eyes are closed, his attention focused. It's quite erotic to watch, actually. Seeing his lips move over and around my breast causes a molten pool of desire to boil in my stomach.
My attention, however becomes split the moment his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh. I gasp as the touch moves higher and close my eyes when I feel brazen fire pushing against soft, damp petals. It ignites dynamite within me! His fingers waste no time in seeking my heat.
Three fingers deftly move about, pushing and pulling. I groan, trying to angle my hips for better friction. My movement causes my thigh to push against his hardness. He groans against my breast, his hip immediately seeking solace against mine.
Then his fingers are gone, replaced by something thicker and longer. My muscles squeeze him tightly, not wanting him to leave. But he must, and does. Only briefly. His thrusts are slow, his lips still playing with my breasts. He knows my buttons, my weak spots.
"Shuichi...onegai."
"What's your hurry?"
God I'm going to die this way!.
I love the friction not only caused by his thrusts, but the position itself. Pressed completely against me, our hips move to an unknown tune. I attempt to get him to move faster, my hands pulling on his hair. He picks up only a little, but for now it's enough. The volcano inside of me erupts, my quivering body climbing a peak, then tumbling down.
I'm only half coherent when I call his name again. He smiles down at me, his body disengaging mine. I quickly try to move jelly-like limbs to stop him. With a quick kiss he reassures me he's not going anywhere.
"I want this night to last as long as possible."
"N-no more teasing. I...I can't take it."
Pulling me upward by my shoulders, he hugs me. "Just a little longer."
A little becomes a lot. Not only does he manage to get me to ride him sitting up. But we eventually end up in his favorite position: sitting up back to front. My legs move of their own accord, my body taking what it desires most. My muscles are screaming, but from joy or pain I have no idea. I can barely muster a clear thought let alone the emotions I want to convey. I really can't take anymore of his leisurely play, even after several orgasms, each bigger than the one before. I'm in pain from wanting him so much!
Exhausted, my body slumps forward. I wait for him to pull me back up, but instead he repositions me so that I'm on all fours and takes me from behind. He likes this position too. Not that I'm complaining. He knows just where to aim, earning a groan from me with every thrust.
The fire is quick to build and explode once again. This time he comes over with me. I gasp as I feel him explode inside of me, his body collapsing beside mine. Thankfully he has enough energy to cradle my prone form. I barely have the strength to wrap my arm around his middle. And it almost takes my last breath to smile at him.
"You're...such a...tease."
"Me? Who did the striptease to get this started?"
"You practically had your pants off already."
"I was changing."
"For what?"
"For bed."
"Since when do you sleep naked?"
Gently, he kisses my lips. "Since now."
Warm arms wrap around me and I finally give in to the lethargy of my body. Eyes close slowly, trying to burn the image of my husband in my mind. Then they close and all I can see is black.
The next few days are going to be interesting. Life will be so different, but not so different at all. I'm looking forward to my new life -- our new life! I'll have him next to me always. It's a relief in a way I can't really explain.
Neither of us knows what lies ahead.
But we'll face it together.
We are on common ground after all.
~FIN~
A Hana Kimi Challenge Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Hooray! It's the finale! That's right! How did Julia answer Nakatsu's question? What will happen in their future? The answers lie in this chapter. Told from Julia's point of view. WARNING: Lemon content!
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own Hana Kimi or the characters contained herein. I am simply borrowing them for my own evil purposes. I hope Nakajo-sensei will forgive me.
Part the Fourteenth - Blue and Silver Bells
The fact that he was nervous should have been my first clue.
"Julia? I have something...I want to ask you."
"All right."
When he stood from his spot on the fountain's edge and kneeled in front of me, I should have realized.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
Then he showed me a tiny black box with a beautiful diamond ring, and the world grew silent. All I saw was the ring. All I heard was his voice.
"Julia, will you...marry me?"
"Yes."
The answer came out with no thought at all. I jumped from my perch on the cement ledge and tackled him to the ground. Our lips met in a kiss so familiar, but now so different. Both of us lying on the ground, my form on top of his, we laughed and cried, and kissed some more.
And I happily showed the ring to my waiting roommates later that night.
"Oh my gawd!"
"Look at that stone!"
"What?! No congratulations?"
"Girl!"
"Congrats!"
That was nearly a year ago!
Life has changed in small increments. Shuichi began getting into the thick of his professional career. He became a starter after only a few major games. He travels more now and he isn't around as much as I had hoped. We talk just as much over the phone as we did when I lived abroad.
There was even a time when I thought I'd made a mistake moving to Japan.
"Don't even think it."
"This was the best thing you could've done!"
My roommates were quick to comfort me. They'd plan one night where we'd go to one of my favorite spots, or play games, or watch silly chick movies. We'd go out to dinner or shop till our wallets couldn't take it anymore. Then when Shuichi would come over, they'd give him grief about what they'd have to put up with while he was gone.
"You miss me that much?"
"Of course I do!"
"The season's almost over. We'll have all the time in the world then."
Even Mizuki, who knew me better than...well, me!...continuously talked me out of my depression. She even came to visit on one occasion with her daughter, Yuzu. Aside from the crying and dirty diapers (my crying and the baby's diapers), it was a relief to have them both close by.
"You know he loves you."
"I do know! But it's such a pain to have him travel so much."
"This is what life will be like, even after you're married."
"I know. I just...I just want him with me. That's all."
And Yuzu is just so adorable to begin with. So tiny, too! She was a whole month early, but you wouldn't know it to look at her now. The little one knew how to bring a smile to everyone's face including mine.
"Don't be so glum! You have a wedding to plan!"
Planning did take my mind off of Shuichi's absences for a while. Then I think I hardly missed him at all! There was just so much to be done.
Unlike my best friend, Shuichi and I opted for something more traditional. There were aspects of the Western ceremony he liked and we hoped to incorporate them into our ceremony. There was much arguing and discussion, but we were firm on what we wanted. And we found a temple priest who would perform the ceremony to our liking.
Shuichi wanted to see me in a Western style gown, much like the one Mizuki wore. I wanted to wear a kimono. We argued about it constantly. However, I think he was happy with the compromise his mother and I came up with.
The woman is a dear -- his mother. She's been such a great help. I wish my mother could be helping me more, but Shuichi's mother has filled in the gap very nicely. I don't know what I'd do without her.
Well, besides take less aspirin that is....
Shuichi did his part to the best of his ability. It was difficult with him on the road a lot. When he was home we'd be running here and there finalizing things. His team threw him a bachelor party. That was a riot! Sano showed me the blackmail photos.
Of course, my bachelorette party was nothing to sneer at either. Mizuki went all out, and Io helped. Count on that woman for anything relating to a party. Io was disappointed our ceremony wouldn't be at her resort, but she gave us a wonderful wedding present.
Which is why our honeymoon will be spent at her resort.
God, I hope I didn't forget anything!
The ceremony had been beautiful. And long. I had never been so happy as when I heard Shuichi repeat the vows we'd written together. Never happier as when we shared our first kiss as husband and wife.
"You look simply ravishing, Julia!"
"Does this mean we can skip the reception?"
The reception was also fun. Dancing, joking and the cake in the face added the finishing touches. We were as social as we needed to be, carefully planning our escape.
"Good luck to the new bride and groom!"
"What a handsome couple."
Then, when the focus left us for a moment, we were gone.
"Welcome! Enjoy your stay."
It took several hours by train to get here. I'm so beat I could just fall asleep! It's been a busy a day. A nap wouldn't hurt. Really it wouldn't.
But it doesn't feel nearly as good as the kisses I'm being given.
"What are you so whiny about?
"I wanted to undress you."
"You did, silly."
"From the dress!"
"You would've had a hard time with those laces in the back."
"I would not!"
A pause. "We could put on our formal wear..."
"Oh no. No stopping now. We're already naked!"
Our lips meet in a kiss that sizzles. I simply can't believe we are where we are. And who. And how! The past few years run quickly through my mind, even as I instinctively answer his kiss.
Two years without really being able to see him, touch him.
A year and a half with him as close as I could get him, usually just out of arms reach.
And now...we have the rest of our lives to be together.
"Tears?"
"I'm just very happy."
His smile, while a bit idiotic, is still the most beautiful thing to me. "I know. Me, too."
I'm already on fire, but that doesn't stop his hands from touching, caressing. It feels as if it's the very first time we've touched each other's flesh. But I know the touch of his fingertips. Sense the familiar tickle as they caress my hip, my ribcage, moving higher.
I watch as his hand closes around one breast, his lips quickly diving to take possession of its peak. My body shivers and I have to fight the urge to toss my head backward. That would have been impossible anyway, given that my body is pushed flat against the bed.
My fingers latch onto his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp as his tongue plays with my nipple. His eyes are closed, his attention focused. It's quite erotic to watch, actually. Seeing his lips move over and around my breast causes a molten pool of desire to boil in my stomach.
My attention, however becomes split the moment his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh. I gasp as the touch moves higher and close my eyes when I feel brazen fire pushing against soft, damp petals. It ignites dynamite within me! His fingers waste no time in seeking my heat.
Three fingers deftly move about, pushing and pulling. I groan, trying to angle my hips for better friction. My movement causes my thigh to push against his hardness. He groans against my breast, his hip immediately seeking solace against mine.
Then his fingers are gone, replaced by something thicker and longer. My muscles squeeze him tightly, not wanting him to leave. But he must, and does. Only briefly. His thrusts are slow, his lips still playing with my breasts. He knows my buttons, my weak spots.
"Shuichi...onegai."
"What's your hurry?"
God I'm going to die this way!.
I love the friction not only caused by his thrusts, but the position itself. Pressed completely against me, our hips move to an unknown tune. I attempt to get him to move faster, my hands pulling on his hair. He picks up only a little, but for now it's enough. The volcano inside of me erupts, my quivering body climbing a peak, then tumbling down.
I'm only half coherent when I call his name again. He smiles down at me, his body disengaging mine. I quickly try to move jelly-like limbs to stop him. With a quick kiss he reassures me he's not going anywhere.
"I want this night to last as long as possible."
"N-no more teasing. I...I can't take it."
Pulling me upward by my shoulders, he hugs me. "Just a little longer."
A little becomes a lot. Not only does he manage to get me to ride him sitting up. But we eventually end up in his favorite position: sitting up back to front. My legs move of their own accord, my body taking what it desires most. My muscles are screaming, but from joy or pain I have no idea. I can barely muster a clear thought let alone the emotions I want to convey. I really can't take anymore of his leisurely play, even after several orgasms, each bigger than the one before. I'm in pain from wanting him so much!
Exhausted, my body slumps forward. I wait for him to pull me back up, but instead he repositions me so that I'm on all fours and takes me from behind. He likes this position too. Not that I'm complaining. He knows just where to aim, earning a groan from me with every thrust.
The fire is quick to build and explode once again. This time he comes over with me. I gasp as I feel him explode inside of me, his body collapsing beside mine. Thankfully he has enough energy to cradle my prone form. I barely have the strength to wrap my arm around his middle. And it almost takes my last breath to smile at him.
"You're...such a...tease."
"Me? Who did the striptease to get this started?"
"You practically had your pants off already."
"I was changing."
"For what?"
"For bed."
"Since when do you sleep naked?"
Gently, he kisses my lips. "Since now."
Warm arms wrap around me and I finally give in to the lethargy of my body. Eyes close slowly, trying to burn the image of my husband in my mind. Then they close and all I can see is black.
The next few days are going to be interesting. Life will be so different, but not so different at all. I'm looking forward to my new life -- our new life! I'll have him next to me always. It's a relief in a way I can't really explain.
Neither of us knows what lies ahead.
But we'll face it together.
We are on common ground after all.
~FIN~