Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Times of Trouble ❯ Bed Time ( Chapter 3 )

Author's note: this chapter is going to alternate between Naminé's and Marluxia's point of view, but it is still going to be in third person. Look for 888888 for character switch.

 

 

 

 

Bed Time

 

 

Naminé tossed and turned in her bed, sleep refusing to take a hold of her. Whenever her eyelids got heavier and it seemed that she could finally fall asleep, visions of Marluxia's naked body would flash through her mind, especially that part which had held her gaze captive while they had bathed together.

 

She could not understand why her thoughts always wandered back to that area. He had exposed himself completely to her, shown her his muscular chest, his broad shoulders, his smooth stomach, and yet all she could think about were his lean thighs and the place in between.

 

A shiver ran down her spine and a blush heated her cheeks at the thought of what would have happened if she had touched it.

 

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Marluxia was also having trouble sleeping, but his restlessness was not caused by curiosity. When he had reached his room, he had flung his clothes in a corner and gone to bed, trying to think of anything but the feel of Naminé's hands on him.

 

He had been disappointed when she had skipped over his arousal, but he had not pressed the matter. He forced himself to be patient, that way his pleasure would be all the greater when he did take Naminé.

 

The mere thought of claiming her innocence made his desire come back in full force, and he had to clench his fists over his sheets to restrain himself. He had planned to have Naminé the next night.

 

He could wait until then, and he forced his body to relax. Eventually, the haze of lust dissipated, and he was finally able to go to sleep, oblivious to the bedroom door creaking open.

 

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Naminé was still struggling against the images in her mind's eye and the strange sensations they triggered in her. Her body felt flushed, and perspiration made the sheets cling to her frame as she shifted, trying to get rid of these strange thoughts.

 

She recalled the feeling of Marluxia's lips on her chest, and her hands traveled down to touch it, instinctively cupping her breasts. They felt heavy in her grasp, and she wondered what it would be like to have Marluxia's large, strong hands caress them like she did now.

 

She felt a jolt when her fingertips brushed against a nipple, the feeling traveling down to settle in her lower abdomen. She whimpered at the sensation and heaved a frustrated sigh. She would never be able to fall asleep now, she knew. She flung the sheets aside and got up, not bothering to put on her sandals.

 

She would go ask Marluxia about this. After all, if he had caused these sensations to appear, surely he could explain them to her? She wondered if she should wait until the next day, as he had said he would see her then, but she could not ignore that there was something inside her urging her to seek him out.

 

And so she carefully made her way to his room. She did not dare to use a corridor of darkness, as every single organization member she had met had expressly forbidden her to do so under pain of severe punishment that she did not care to imagine right now.

 

It was no extraordinary feat to avoid being seen, as Marluxia's room was just across from hers, and Axel and Larxene usually were in the library at any time of day. So she easily sneaked into her Lord's room, and found him fast asleep in his bed.

 

She started to have second thoughts then. Should she wake him up? Would he be angry if she did? He most likely would be. She made to go back to her own room, but a little voice in her head told her that she could at least look at it one more time, just once more. She would not have to wake him to do that.

 

And so she found herself slowly edging towards him, shaking from nervousness and something else that she could not pinpoint. Before long she stood by his bedside, gazing at his face as he slept peacefully.

 

What harm could it do to sneak a little peek? Her eyes wandered down his body, lingering at his exposed chest and stomach, before lingering over her intended goal, which was concealed by the sheet. Her hand acquired a mind of its own then, and quite against her brain's better judgment, came to rest on his shoulder, slowly trailing down his torso, lingering over the taut muscles it encountered, before finally slipping beneath the sheet.

 

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Marluxia had not fallen into a deep sleep yet when he felt something soft brush against him. Something that felt suspiciously like a hand, a delicate hand that was revealed to be Naminé's when he cracked an eye open to see what was going on.

 

Naminé did not notice him looking at her as she was quite focused on pulling the sheet away and exposing him further. He stopped the smirk that was threatening to show on his face and closed his eyes once more, curious as to what she would do next

 

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Naminé felt slightly disappointed when she finally pulled the sheet away. She had expected it to look the same as it had in the bath, but now it was a lot smaller and soft, almost as if it had been deflated. She tentatively poked it with her fingertips, wary of waking Marluxia, but she could not repress the strange thrill she felt at doing something that could be described as forbidden.

 

She would never have dared to try this with Axel, or any of the others for that matter. In fact, she did not feel very safe with Marluxia either, but she could not help it. She gently petted the patch of hair surrounding the area, amazed that it was so wiry when Marluxia's hair was so soft.

 

Her hand went down to stroke his thighs, never straying too far from his groin.

 

 

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Marluxia was having a hard time containing his laughter at Naminé's lewd behavior, and it was all he could do not to reach out, pull her close and kiss her senseless before ravaging her. His arousal was coming back all too quickly for his own good and hers, and oh that frisky hand was back there!

 

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Naminé watched with curiosity as Marluxia's organ began to enlarge and stiffen, wrapping her hand around it and squeezing gently, marveling at the feel of it as it twitched and became firm within her grasp. Her attention was so focused on the phenomenon that she did not notice Marluxia moaning and sitting up until it was too late.

 

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He could not take it anymore. His self-control had already been stretched too thin that day not to snap when she gave that maddening teasing squeeze, and he bolted upright, staring at her hungrily.

 

 

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Naminé squeaked when she finally notice him staring at her. She mistook his lust for anger and immediately bolted for the door, but with lightning reflexes he caught her around the middle and rolled over, pinning her beneath him on the bed. She whimpered and turned her face away from his, expecting a blow.

 

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He looked down at her, straining to bring his breathing under control as his prize cowered below him. He balanced his weight on his knees and one hand, using the other to brush her hair aside and stroke her cheek gently. “Did I frighten you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to”, he whispered into her ear, taking the opportunity to nibble it lightly.

 

Fearful blue eyes opened to look at him hesitantly. “I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I shouldn't have done that…” she stuttered, but he silenced her with a kiss.

 

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Her eyes went wide when he kissed her, and in her surprise she had not thought to close her mouth, which he took advantage of by slipping his tongue in with surprising gentleness.

 

At first she did not know how to react, but then his hands were caressing her in the way she had wanted them to, and every question she had wanted to ask fled her mind, leaving a single word in their wake: more.

 

She wanted more of these sensations, more of the sounds he was making and more of that heat gathering between her legs, but this time, he would indulge her!

 

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To say that Marluxia was startled when he felt her little hands slam against his shoulders and push with unexpected strength, effectively flipping him onto his back, was a mild understatement.

 

He was even more flabbergasted when Naminé straddled his thighs and once more grabbed his erection, pressing just a bit too hard this time. He winced and grabbed her wrist, stilling her movements. “Ooh, easy my dear. That needs to be touched gently”, he said, panting slightly.

 

She loosened her grasp but did not let go, her gaze holding a steely glint that looked out of place on her. “Show me what to do”, she breathed with an unmistakable edge of need in her voice, and he almost fainted from sheer delight.

 

He had imagined having sex with Naminé before, many times in fact, but he had never imagined that she could be so willing or aggressive, and he found this new side of her quite to his liking. He sat up again, grabbing her hips and kissing her ferociously while he tested the waters by rubbing against her.

 

She was ready for him, but he would let the fun last a little longer, just a little. “Let's get this out of the way”, he growled, pulling her nightshirt off and throwing it aside.

 

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Naminé returned his kisses eagerly, letting out a pleased squeal when she felt his arousal between her legs, spreading her legs further so that she sat heavily on it, moving back and forth along the length, enjoying the sensations it caused. Marluxia had released her mouth to focus on her breasts while she tangled her hand in his hair, the other grasping at his shoulder for balance.

 

She felt him reach down between them and stroke her in that wonderful spot, then suddenly his fingers were inside her. She barely had time to register the fact before he pulled them out and began to tease her entrance with the tip of his arousal, rubbing it around and barely pushing it inside before withdrawing, slowly driving her insane in the process.

 

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While she may not have appreciated the fact that he was tormenting himself as much as her, he certainly did appreciate it with every jolt of pleasure he forced himself to ignore when he sneaked inside her. He could not wait much more, otherwise he would reach his pinnacle before he had truly tasted her, and the notion did not please him.

 

Then, Naminé did something utterly reckless that left him stunned for a moment: she pulled his hand away and thrust down on him, taking him completely in one sweeping motion. What was even more surprising was that she showed no sign of discomfort whatsoever and just kept moving up and down, up and down, in a steady rhythm.

 

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Naminé vaguely registered an unpleasant pinching sensation when Marluxia penetrated her, but it was gone in a flash and she began to move, discovering a host of new sensations as she did so.

 

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It took Marluxia a moment to register what had happened, but when he did, he promptly lied back and propped himself on his elbows, giving him better leverage. For several minutes, the only sounds to be heard were moans, gasps and the creaking of the bed.

 

It was over all too soon for both their liking, but as Marluxia fell back against his pillows, he let out a loud sigh of contentment while Naminé went in search of her nightshirt, limping slightly.

 

They did not speak. He did not ask her to stay with him for the night, and she did not need his permission to leave. They both knew it was safer that way, with no one finding out, especially not Larxene, who had this bad habit of barging in Marluxia's room in the morning.

 

“Will you still come tomorrow night?” She asked shyly as she dressed, her tone hopeful. He turned to look at her and smiled, nodding in affirmative. She blushed and hurried out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

 

He turned on his side and looked at the small bloodstain on his sheets, the only trace of his prize and guilty pleasure.

 

The End

 

 

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