Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tassadar's Legacy: Chronicles: Dark Light ❯ Revelations ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Stories Crossed: Dark Light

-LIME ALERT-

AN- Actually I'm not entirely sure I should even classify this as a lime, but just to be on the safe side...

For those who don't know...

Lemon: Sexually graphic content. Hentai and pornographic material you'd see in most X rated movies fit this category. If sex is involved and described, it's a lemon.

Lime: Graphic content of a sexual nature without the sex or explicitness. Making out would most likely fit this category. Petting may or may not fit into this depending on the author. I personally think that petting does constitute a lemon and anything graphic involving private parts is a lemon ie. Getting naked doesn't count as a lemon unless either A. it leads to something more or B. Private parts are described.

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Angel bowed his head, then pushed her away, nearly breaking Akira's heart till he said, "Then do what you must. I won't stop you."

Akira gasped softly, then looked down at the outstretched hand still entwined with her own. Slowly she took that hand in both of hers and softly stroked it. Then ever so gently, she tugged on the fingers, revealing more and more skin to her gaze, until the glove had come completely off. Shaking slightly, she realized she was right at her previous assessment of his skin tone. He's even whiter than she imagined.

Gently, she grasped his hand and stroked it lovingly. Despite the palour of his skin, she found his hand so soft that she might have guessed them to be women's hands. Angel, for his part, was shaking so bad, his knees looked to be barely holding up, as each time she stroked his hand, the shaking got worse.

Quietly, Akira created a soft plush maroon couch behind him, and using her hold on his hand, stepped forward to gently lower him to the couch, which he did. She sat next to him and slowly tugged his other glove off and just held his hands for a moment.

"You have beautiful hands..." she said softly. She knew how sappy she sounded, and she usually didn't do sappy, but she couldn't help it. After baring her heart and soul to him the way she had, and the way he'd held her till she stopped crying, made him cherish this moment all the more, wanting it to last.

Slowly, she let go of his hands and slipped out of the seat to sit at his feet. Grasping his left boot, she lifted and tugged until it slid off. A bare white foot met her gaze and she slowly ran her hand lovingly over the foot and up his leg to his mid calf. Angel was shaking so hard now one would almost say he's convulsing, but she knew he was just trying not to bolt as well as trying to deal with sensations he probably hasn't felt in years. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if she could get him off just by stroking his feet right now.

Gently, she lowered his foot and started on the other boot. She gave it the same treatment as the other, rubbing it lovingly and felt very surprised that it didn't smell in the slightest. He probably kept himself clean with Replicate. Everything's practically Replicate after all now. Why bathe if you didn't ever get dirty? With that thought in mind she bent down and kissed the top of his foot. She heard Angel gasp and smiled softly and kissed his foot again before setting it back down.

Scooting up to a kneeling position. She leaned forward and grasped the hem of his suit top. Running her hands over it, she looked up at his mask for permission. After a heartbeat or two, he slowly nodded, and she slowly pushed the top up, revealing the washboard abs he had there. Not exactly a six pack, but flat and hard, with just a thin layer of fat so it wouldn't feel like a rock. Akira loved the feel as she brushed her hand against it and Angel nearly jumped under her hand. She suspected he very well may have just orgasmed as he slumped right after under her touch. She felt giddy that she could cause such feelings in a man. Especially this particular man.

She had no doubt that he could last as long as he wanted to in bed, using Replicate to hold off his orgasm so it didn't bother her. Instead it made her feel even more special that she had dropped all of his guards for her like this. Pushing the hem of the top further, she smiled even more as his pectorals came into view. To her sight they were beautiful, if a little wrinkly. Most guys she'd seen had flat pecs, but these weren't flat at all. Instead they pointed out like a woman's, all hard and nubby, just nowhere near as big. She'd only ever seen pecs like it once before. Her eyes went huge at the thought. It couldn't be... She began to suspect. Holding back her sudden desire to rip off his mask to see if it was true, she slowly pushed the top up and off of him, noting the sleeves did not go with.

Keeping herself under control as the implications of who she thought he might be, she forced herself to stay slow and kissed his chest slowly, enjoying with giddiness the shivering that started up. Maybe she could get him to orgasm again before she removed his mask? She decided not to remove his pants so she didn't think that would happen, but hey a girl can dream right?

Slowly, she tugged each sleeve down one by one, and ran her hands over his arms. It bothered her slightly that he's so pale, but not as much anymore since she'd started to expect it. She ran her hands back down his chest, loving the feel of his abs and muscles bunching and coiling under her touch as he moaned and hissed softly.

Finally, it came down to the big finale. She moved up to straddle him, leaning him back so she would still be sort of face to face with him. Carefully, with slightly trembling hands, she touched the edge of the mask and slowly rolled it up, revealing a slightly pointed chin, and soft cheeks, to puffy light pinkish lips, open slightly in a small O as he breathed through his mouth, trying not to gasp or hyperventilate. Stopping for a moment, she leant in and kissed him softly, running her tongue along the edge of his lips, but forgoing entering his mouth just for a moment.

Akira leaned back and grasping the edge of the mask again, she pushed up, revealing a nice handsome nose, ever slightly pointed ears, and blue green eyes she couldn't believe she hadn't recognized before now. She pushed the mask completely off his head, revealing his short unbelievably soft brown hair with blonde highlights just visible under certain light.

She took a deep breath and breathed out, "Matthew..."

Her dead boyfriend had come back to life.