Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ Locker Room Fantasy ❯ Locker Room Fantasy ( One-Shot )

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

LOCKER ROOM FANTASY
A Hana Kimi fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES: A follow up to "Morning Showers". No tricks this time. I promise. ^_^ WARNING for LEMON content. Possible spoilers for those who haven't read volume 22 or beyond. A Standard Disclaimer follows the story.




Mizuki couldn't catch her breath.

"Sano, I...."

"Am I moving too fast?"

Classes had been so stressful. And the assignments! Weren't they supposed to enjoy their spring break?! She was looking forward to spending time alone with Sano. Instead, she'd be nose deep in homework. Not very romantic.

The only relief Mizuki had was watching Sano at practice. Not only did he look good on the field, but she was excited to know the he was hers. He loved her. Her! Even after all the secrets. It made her heart swell with pride.

And longing.

Watching him move was relaxing. The way his muscles moved beneath his skin. The way he glided through the air as he jumped. So graceful. So free.

"No, it's not that. I just--"

Sano smiled. "I'm moving too fast."

He'd been acting a bit odd lately, and she was worried he wasn't sleeping properly. She'd awoken to find him in bathroom. It just wasn't part of his usual routine.

"But I don't want you to stop," Mizuki whispered.

Of course, she wasn't exactly sleeping normally either. The dreams she'd been having, coupled with the thought of being alone with him over the upcoming break, were just overwhelming. Her stomach churned with butterflies and she felt an ache between her legs she'd never felt before. Her dirty dreams were embarrassing, but when she needed relief the most, Sano was already getting started on his day.

"Are you sure, Mizuki?" Sano's voice was tainted by restraint. "I may not be able to stop later."

"I...I'm sure."

It wasn't right to jump her roommate just because she couldn't stop fantasizing about him, was it?

"Then I won't stop."

Then he had surprised her, pulling her into the changing room once all the other athletes had left. He'd practically thrown her against the lockers and kissed her as if he was starving. She returned the kiss eagerly, unthinking.

"Sano...."

No, she couldn't catch her breath.

And when Sano kissed her again, she no longer cared to do so.

The kiss was passionate, but not as needy as the last. Their opened mouths allowed for slow exploration, tongues dancing a well choreographed routine. Mizuki moaned against Sano's lips, earning a guttural growl in return.

As their mouths explored, so did their hands. Mizuki's hands moved up and down his sides. Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow. But she paid close attention to the way his muscles moved under her touch. Even after her fingers found his bare skin, she moved at her own pace.

Sano's hand moved upward from her hips, pausing where the underside of her breast would have been. Or so he guessed. With her vest on, it was difficult to pinpoint. He could still feel her nipples however. The taut peaks pushed against the material of her vest and her uniform shirt. He moved his thumbs over them, earning himself a whimper from Mizuki.

A second pass and she gasped, her breath catching before exhaling in a low moan.

Urgently, he pulled her uniform vest over hear head, eager to see her bare skin. He was impatient with the buttons as well, needing Mizuki's help to get them undone. She couldn't remove the button down shirt fast enough, as Sano was already unzipping the restraining vest she wore.

"Of all days to remember to wear it," he teased with a smile.

Mizuki blushed fiercely. She had forgotten to wear the restraining vest numerous times. But most days she wore it to class without fail. Perhaps if she'd gone back to the room to change before coming to see him practice....

But once he cupped her bared breast, reasoning no longer mattered.

Sano stepped back, sitting on a bench as he guided Mizuki to him. His hand never left her breast. At this level he could gaze at her, see as well as touch. And what he saw was mesmerizing.

The form and size of her breast was larger than he had thought. The vest did a great job of hiding her assets. Her nipples were hard and very sensitive. She jumped as he licked one, then gasped as he pulled the nubbin between his lips. Her moan was loud as he began to suckle.

Mizuki wanted to concentrate on Sano, but his attentions were making her warm and fuzzy in the head. It was all she could do to focus on touching him. It seemed unfair that she was naked from the waist up and he wasn't.

Her fingernails scratched at his back as she gathered his shirt in her hands. He released her breast as she pulled the shirt over his head, but he immediately latched onto her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Heat exploded within her, causing that ache between her legs to return.

"Sano?"

He pulled away, looking up at her. "What is it, Mizuki?"

"I...." She blushed again, embarrassed by her need. Why was it so difficult to put into words? "I...want...to touch you, too."

"I'd like that." He smiled at her, turning her a deeper shade of red. She was surprised when he stood up. Taking her hand, he led her to the edge of the lockers and into the shower area. "Take off your pants."

Mizuki did as she was told, although she still didn't understand. "Ano...?"

Sano made sure to take out Nanba's parting "gift" before setting aside his pants. So it would come in handy after all. Of course, he hadn't planned on getting Mizuki alone in the locker room. There had to be a more romantic way of making this happen -- like the peaceful walk he had planned for after dinner. But things couldn't wait, and he cursed himself.

Holding the "gift" tightly in one hand, he turned to face Mizuki. "It's an idea," he explained kissing her forehead before turning on the water.

"O-okay."

Thankfully not all of the washcloths and towels had been used. He grabbed two washcloths and a bar of soap, setting aside the "gift" before handing one of the cloths to Mizuki. He soaped up his washcloth and instructed Mizuki to do the same.

"I didn't think I smelled bad," she commented.

"You don't," he replied. "But I might." He grasped the hand with the washcloth and placed it on his chest. "Care to help?"

With a bit of urging, and more blushing, she started to wash his chest. Her hand moved in slow circles, her washcloth touching every inch of him from his left shoulder to his right. She was concentrating so hard on the task that she was biting the tip of her tongue as she work. Sano had to hold back a chuckle, it was so cute.

As she continued her slow pace, Sano began to feel agony. Even through the washcloth her fingers emitted fire, burning him, branding him. On his back, his hips and his bottom. The muscled jumped when she touched his butt, and she spent more time there than anywhere else.

His body was nearly shaking, his erection throbbing painfully. Was it seconds or minutes before her hands finally moved lower, pausing as if uncertain? Maybe it was hours.

But when her fingers tentatively touched his erection, time went out the window. All he could focus on was her touch. It burnt him to the core, relaxing and exciting him all at once.

"Am I hurting you?"

Sano could only shake his head. He even found it difficult to stay standing. Yet he managed, allowing Mizuki her chance to touch him. Wanting her to feel him. Needing her to want him.

Mizuki was completely uncertain about how to touch Sano's erection. At first she wrapped the wash cloth around his member, moving in an up and down motion. But out of curiosity, the washcloth was removed, allowing only her hand to do the same thing.

Licking her lips, Mizuki tried to study Sano's member. Interested not only in its size -- it seemed HUGE -- but also by the contrast texture of its skin. Her thumb swept over the head several times, wiping away a strange substance. She looked at it curiously and moved her head lower. Perhaps she should taste it?

"I think...that's enough, Mizuki."

He stopped her none too soon. Another second and he was certain he'd come in her hands. Or maybe her mouth. Either would have been as good as his dream. But it would have ended their play way too soon.

And Nanba's "gift" would have been mute.

"Did I hurt you," Mizuki asked.

"No, you didn't."

Holding her hands in his, he leaned forward and kissed her. It was enough to reassure her and wipe the frown from her face. When they parted, he smiled.

"My turn."

His touch was as slow as Mizuki's, driving her mad almost instantly. Her body burned for his touch, the ache between her legs growing. Did her nipples get tighter too? Suddenly everything felt painful with her pent up desire.

The washcloth felt like sandpaper against her hypersensitive skin. But she welcomed the torture, especially as it passed over her breasts. Closing her eyes, she tried to keep herself steady. She felt weak as he continued to touch her, the ache growing even stronger.

And when his hand cupped the area between her legs, Mizuki bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

But his hand didn't stop there. It moved slowly back and forth, applying pressure to just the right spot. Over and over, it drove her to the brink of insanity. She felt her legs turning to water, her knees shaking with the effort to keep her standing. It was too much, too fast. Slow down, her brain warned. But her body was screaming for release.

"Sano...?"

"Yeah?"

All too fast, she thought. But her body won over reason. "I don't think I can wait...much longer."

For a moment, Sano didn't touch her at all. Was it something she said. She saw him reach for something and tear it open. What was it? Certainly not a packet of tea? Then Mizuki saw what Sano did next and it made perfect sense. It was a condom.

'Where did Sano get a condom,' she wondered.

Mizuki gave a small yelp as Sano quickly grasped her by her bottom and lifted her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his middle while he turned, dowsing them both in water before her back hit the shower wall. She felt his body, specifically his hips supporting her. In this position, there was no denying his desire for her. She felt the same, maybe more, for him.

Holding her against the wall, Sano was reminded of his dream. He had to blink, to touch her, to kiss her, to remind himself he was no longer dreaming. She was really in his arms. She was really kissing him back. She really wanted to be with him.

"I love you," he whispered to her.

"I love you, too."

Sano rested his forehead against her shoulder. It took every ounce of energy to focus on something that seemed relatively simple. He was suddenly acutely aware of the surroundings, aware of her body so close to his. With all the restraint he could muster, he pushed his hips upward.

And felt Mizuki's body covering his.

Her body tensed at his intrusion almost immediately. It was hard to focus on anything but the pain. But she pushed on, wanting -- and needing -- the fulfillment he offered her. Tears fell from her eyes, her head falling back against the wall as he continued to push inside of her.

"Mizuki...." Sano was immediately there, comforting her. He kissed her forehead, her cheek and her tears. He didn’t want her to feel pain, but it was unavoidable. How could something feel so good for him and not for her? "I'm sorry, love. So sorry."

This was not quite how she had imagined their first time. Oh yes, she had dreamed it up a million times. Alone on beach. Or even in his bunk. But not dangling helplessly in his grasp. She supposed, for an instant, that it wouldn't have been any different anywhere else. She just wasn't ready for the physical stress of the moment.

And after a few minutes, she began to wonder what she was so worried about.

Her hips pushed against Sano's forcing him to move inside of her. He tried to keep a slow pace at first but Mizuki was surprisingly responsive, her body pushing for more. Who was he to deny her? He moved as fast as he could, his body straining as he felt his release upon him all too soon.

Mizuki, too, could feel her body exploding. Like a volcano, the heat erupted from her center and spilled into the rest of her body. She could feel Sano pumping hard inside of her. Feel a wave of pleasure building, then exploding inside of her. She cried out, Sano echoing her not long after. Breathless and unable to move, she was grateful to Sano for his support. Managing to move her arms, she embraced him tightly.

Sano was nearly bowled over by his release. His mind went blank for a second and he nearly collapsed with Mizuki in his arms. He was able to regain his strength however. His mind took a few more seconds to recover. Feeling Mizuki's arms around him, he pulled her closer as well, slipping himself from her folds before the two of them sunk to the ground.

"That was...wow...."

"Ditto."

Both were at a loss for words. The feelings had been phenomenal. The physical contact intense. Would anything ever compare?

But it was not lost on either one the enormity of their actions.

"You do know...that this changes things," Sano said against her ear.

Mizuki supposed he was right. It did change their relationship. Took it to a whole new level. Were they ready?

"I know."

"And you're okay with it?"

They had to be.

"Are you, Sano?"

He pulled away, smiling. "Yeah, I'm sure."

There was no turning back.

"So am I." She smiled back. "But promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

And it opened up a world of opportunities for Spring break.

"No more early morning showers without me. Okay?"


~OWARI~

DISLAIMER: I do not own Sano, Mizuki or Hana-Kimi. That distinct honor goes to Hisaya Nakajo. I'm only borrowing the aforementioned characters to satisfy a much needed fix. No money is being made so please do not sue. You wouldn't get much. Honest.