Magic Knight Rayearth Fan Fiction ❯ First Attempts Are Not Always Pretty ❯ One-Shot

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Milieva
Clef knew that on day he and Umi would eventually take their relationship to the final level, but he invisioned that day/night to be a little more romantic than this.

Anime/Manga: Magic Knight Rayearth Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.21.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed

This is my respose to the fanfics that make everything just so damn perfect. Life never goes smoothly why should this? Especially when it invovles Umi and Clef..
 
 
First Attempts Are Not Always Pretty

By Milieva



Clef skimmed the page of the book before him, jotting down a few notes on the parchment to his side. He returned to the paragraph he was reading when a shadow fell across his paperwork. Somberly, he glanced up at Umi sitting delicately on the edge of his desk, and returned to his work.

“Why are you hiding-out up here? Don't you realize there is a rather good party going downstairs?”

Setting down his pen, Clef looked her gravely in the eye. “I am perfectly aware of that fact, but I fear, I find this more important.”

Umi pulled the parchment out from under his hand, and read it. Smiling, she set it back down. “I think you can take a break.” There was a quiet clinking sound as she moved a gilt bottle and matching glasses toward him.

“So you brought the party with you?”

Not answering, Umi poured the amber liquid into a glass and handed it to him.

“It is frowned upon for council members to consume alcohol.”

“But it's not against the law.”

Taking a small sip, he smiled mischievously at her. “Although it can make you do thing that are.”

“And what does that matter?” The water knight teased. She leaned in to kiss him, but her hand slipped on a few loose leaves of parchment, and she fell face forward across the desk. The second glass shattered on the floor.

“I believe you have had too much to drink already.”

Umi sat up indignantly. “I have not! I am still perfectly sober, thank you very much.”

Clef chuckled. It was just too much fun teasing her. He pulled her toward him and took her mouth in his. The tang of the Cephirian wine was on her lips. “I do believe you were drinking with the others.”

“So?” Taking the glass from Clef's hand, Umi took a drink from it.

“I don't want us to do anything we might regret tomorrow.” Wrapping his fingers around hers, Clef guided the glass to his own lips.

“And if I said I didn't care.” She smirked at him, taking another delicate sip of the sweet wine.

“Then I believe we might just have a problem.”

Umi giggled lightly.

“Was this what you had in mind when you came up here to disturb me when I am working on a matter that concerns both of us?”

Wrapping an arm around his neck, Umi kissed him again. “Maybe…”

“Technically, we shouldn't even be doing this.”

Umi kissed him again. The sweet tang was stronger on her breath. She traced a line of kisses across his jaw line and slowly made her way down his neck. She suckled on the soft flesh under his collar. She grinned evilly at him with a look that said, `I've marked you. What are you going to do about it?'

“Two can play at this game.” With one swift motion he swept the desk clear and tackled Umi. The second glass and bottle both shattered, releasing a pungently sweet smell. Following her example, he planted soft feather light kisses down her neck. Gently he unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, and continued to kiss his way over her collar bone, leaving his mark in the gentle curve where her neck met her shoulder.

“You bastard. How the hell am I supposed to explain that on Monday? Are you trying to get me kicked off the fencing team?” She playfully struck at him, only to have Clef grasp her wrists and pin her arms above her with one hand.

“Hey! That's not fair.”

“Life's not fair, my love.” The fingers of his free hand, the mage continued to unbutton the small white buttons, kissing the pale flesh he found there. Umi squirmed underneath him trying to free herself. His kisses trailed down low over the flesh of her abdomen and back up to her navel, where he paused. Glancing up at her face for a reaction, Clef flicked the edge of his tongue into the small hollow of flesh. Umi froze beneath him as an electric shiver coursed through her veins.

“Clef…” She whined.

“Do you want me to stop?” He slackened his hold on her wrists. And gazed into her eyes.

She grinned at him. “Not particularly.” Taking full advantage of his loosened hold, Umi pulled her hands free and began her own conquest of his robes. Her fingers groped their way across the armored plates of his robes.

Clef took one of the small hands in his and guided it back up to his shoulder to teach it the workings of the clasp it was searching for. Umi repeated the lesson on the other shoulder. Before the armored plates had finished echoing the loud clatter on the floor, Umi's hands had begun to search out the removal of the mage's outer robes. She feverishly planted a few clumsy kisses along his neck as her hands ran blindly down his back. “This isn't fair.” She groaned as Clef began to gently guide her blouse back over her shoulders to reveal her bra clad breasts.

“What isn't fair?” He mumbled into the hollow above her heart, and began to trace featherlike kisses up and across the smooth arch of her breast.

“I can't figure out these stupid robes. How in god's name do you get them off?”

Unable to keep from laughing, Clef let go of his original hold on Umi and went to her hands again to show her how it worked.

“No.”

He froze and stared at her quizzically.

“We are not playing that game again. Take them off.” She commanded putting emphasis on the last three words.

“As you wish.” Clef smirked as he unfastened the few hidden catches and pulled the heavy robes up and over his head.

Umi grasped the front of his inner robes. “How many layers do you have?”

“I never said my clothes were made for easy removal.”

“I want to make this fair.” Umi stated melodramatically as she nearly tore his robes pulling them off of him leaving him in nothing but his underpants.

“I would like to point out that this is still not fair.” Clef tried to act indignant, but couldn't manage it. This was all too much fun. Umi shrugged her blouse off as the mage's fingers found the button on her skirt. Umi wrapped her arms back around Clef's neck as she raised her hips to accommodate his removing of her skirt. She kissed him lightly just below the ear.

“I would have preferred our first time to be a little more romantic.” He mumbled, half to himself.

The water knight laughed. “And when have we ever been able to pull off `romantic'?

“But, the desk?”

“Do you want to or not?”

Clef took a deep breath. Spontaneity had never been his strong point. He had always imagined this moment in one of their beds, where his mind told him such things should happen. Not here, in the library, when someone could walk through that door at any moment. His head shot up. He heard something in the hallway. That something sounded an awfully like Ferio's laugh.

Long slender fingers brought his eyes back to where they should be. “I'm down here, remember?”

Trembling hands made their way back up Umi's sides and snaked behind her back. With only one minor fumble, the clasp of her bra popped open. Clef ran his fingers lightly up over the smooth flesh of her arms, dragging the straps of the bra with them. His gaze remained firmly fixed on her eyes until the small bit of fabric joined the growing pile on the floor. Slowly as if this were the only time he would ever see her, Clef let his gaze drift down. Smiling, he place one experimental kiss on the curve on her right breast. He felt Umi's heart beat increase under his touch. Tentatively he planted another kiss on her breast a little closer to the areola; this one elicited a soft whimper from the water knight. His next kiss fell on the small raised nub of flesh. Umi's back arched ever so slightly at the light touch. The mage took the next moment to nip at the protruding flesh before tracing it with the feather-like stokes of his tongue. The girl let out a low breathy moan. Unwittingly, Clef's lower body pressed heavily against Umi's hips trying to gain some unknown friction that might sooth the dull ache building in his groin.

Umi's fingers raked through his hair as the butterflies of arousal slowly reminded her where she wanted his attention most. She was more than willing to raise her hips to meet the pressure of his. Between subsequent moans of pleasure elicited by Clef's attentions to her breasts, Umi's hands began their arduous journey down his back. On more than one occasion she very nearly had to hold on for dear life as his machinations hit a particularly sensitive spot, making her dig her fingernails in to his flesh just hard enough to cause the poor mage to gasp momentarily in shock. Eventually the water knight's fingers found what they were searching for, the drawstring tie that held his trousers. It was sandwiched between their bodies, making the untying a little difficult.

Clef ceased his actives as he felt the rest of his body slowly being exposed. He sat up, perching on the side of the desk. Umi looked up him questioningly. He tried to read her eyes, but his gaze kept falling down to her heaving chest as she panted for breath. Did he really want to do this? This was not at all how he thought they would swear themselves to on another. And how would he ever get work done on this desk again? He knew perfectly well what his thoughts would end up drifting to. Having received no negative reply, the water knight had continued her conquest of the burdensome linen pants. Her hands ran gently over his backside as she pushed the waistband past his hips. It was then the mage decided they had already passed the point of no return, and there was no stopping what had been put into motion. Clef laughed in spite of himself.

“What?”

“You do realize, I'm never going to be able to work at this desk again.” Unceremoniously, Clef kicked his pants off and reached for the waistband of Umi's. It was now or never.

Umi gasped as Clef's hand ran so delicately over her hip. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he positioned himself. Taking a deep breath, he gazed down at her. This had to be some strange dream. Here he was crouched on the desk used by the past two master mages, with a very aroused, very naked magic knight beneath him.

It wasn't as if he were expecting some dramatic reaction, but for her to laugh as he entered her…There were just some things about this girl that he may never understand. Yet he knew that he would spend the rest of his life trying to.

“Why, in the pillar's name, are you laughing?”

“It just feels weird.” She fought back another giggle.

“So much for romance…” There was a note of minor disappointment in his voice, but he quickly forgot it as he felt the warmth of Umi's body envelope him.

“I told…” Umi gasped as Clef hit a particularly sensitive spot during his entry; she sank her fingernails into his shoulders. Her hips moved against him involuntarily.

Clef pressed his lip hungrily against hers as he began to pull back out slowly, allowing both of them to adjust to this new feeling. He thrust back into her a little stronger than the last time, but still taking it easy. Even if she was taking it well, he didn't want to rush it and hurt her.

Umi yelped with the next thrust. The mage stopped and looked down at her. “Are you alright?”

“I'd be better if you got off my hair.”

The mage readjusted himself and thrust one more time. He groaned as he felt the tale-tell pressure in his lower body. Not now. Umi's nails dug back into their ruts as he released inside of her.

“I'm sorry.” Clef muttered almost inaudibly.

The water knight fought back the urge to laugh again, tears running down her cheeks. She clung to him and buried her face into his shoulder to stifle her laughter.

“Must you?”

“I…sorry…” She choked between hysterical sobs.

“It's not that funny.”

Umi leaned up to kiss him and succeeded only in bursting out into another peel of laughter. A terribly frustrated Clef climbed off of both her and the desk, and tore his robes out of the pile of clothing.

“Oh, don't get so upset over it.” She sat up on the edge of the desk to watch him.

“Well, I am upset.” He cursed his decision to turn back and look at her. His eyes lingered on every inch over her body, drinking in the sight of her as if it were the last time he would ever see her like this. With an aggravated groan Clef spun around and stormed toward the door.

“You might want to put your robes on first.” Umi called to him before breaking into another fit of giggles.

“I am simply thrilled that you find this all so amusing.”

“Come on Clef…” She slid to the floor and picked up her own clothing.

“I have failed you and I am sorry. I should never have… Forgive me. I have wasted your time.” The mage mumbled through the thick cloth he was pulling over his head.

She stepped into her skirt and looked up at him. “What in God's name do you mean?”

Clef swung the shoulder plates of his robes around and clasped them with one brisk movement. “Don't even bother lying to me. I know that was utterly terrible”

“So?” Umi quickly fastened her bra with the same dexterity, and began to pull on her shirt.

“I am sorry.”

“Why? It was our first time together. Did you think it would be perfect?”

“I would have preferred a little more romance, at the very least.”

Umi grinned mischievously. “Next time.”

Clef smiled. “So you shall not shun me for my failure?”

“I think we just need some practice.”

The mage playfully grabbed her toward him into a powerful embrace. “I do hope you mean that.”

FIN
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Author's Note:

So this was my first completed Lemon, and I hope it did not live up to its title. I have attempted to write an Umi/Clef Lemon before but it didn't work out very well; although, it did make for interesting conversation in my Japanese class. “Six pages and I still haven't gotten his damn clothes off.”