Other Fan Fiction ❯ Looking Toward The Future ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: kashuneko 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.13.2008 | Updated On: 11.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.13.2008 | Updated On: 11.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Looking Toward The Future – chapter 2.
Is That All
DISC: I do not own Land of the Blindfolded. I do not own Masahiro Namiki, Outsuka Kanade, or Naitou Arou – or even the little puppy. They all belong to Tsukuba Sakura. I am borrowing them for this fanfic. However, should Tsukuba-san have any complaints, I will be willing to remove this fic from the site upon request.
"Is That all?" Kanade laughed as Arou set the last of the lunch he had prepared in front of her. Already on the picnic blanket in front of her: fried chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, biscuits and honey, watermelon, fruit salad, apple pie, brownies, and a dish of strawberries with whipped cream. In his hand he had a two-liter bottle of root beer and a couple plastic cups.
"Not quite," he said as he set them down. Then he turned back to the basket and pulled out a bottle of red wine and a corkscrew.
"I wasn't sure what you'd prefer, so I brought a bit of everything."
Smiling sweetly at him she replied, "Arou, you know that I love anything you make."
His blush swept from his cheeks and down his neck, then disappeared below his collar. Head bowed, he muttered, "Well, I thought an American style picnic would be a nice change."
She laughed and replied, "You're spoiling me horribly, you know. Monday it's French cuisine, Tuesday Chinese, Wednesday Italian, Thursday Mexican, Friday Mediterranean, Saturday Sushi, and now this! I may never be able to eat like a normal girl again." He'd loaded up a plate for her, and she was digging in with abandon. He smiled softly at her.
`God, she doesn't even realize the power she has over me. I only do all this because… because I want to feel worthy of her.' His memories fell back to her standing before him, purple bra discarded and her tiny hands reaching behind her to unzip her skirt. In slow motion, his mind replayed as she pushed the skirt down past her hips to puddle on the floor, then stood before him, blushing slightly as one hand reached out to him, leading him toward the bedroom.
He shivered, shaking off the memory that had him lying awake every night the past week, wondering if it was all a dream. `I just want to make her feel as special as she made me feel. I just want to know why. Why me. Why then. Was it too soon?' They hadn't talked about what had happened between the two of them since it had happened. So why had she done that? And why hadn't he done anything to stop her? `Because I didn't want to. I was selfish. And…' The image of her tears as he tore through her virginity burned his soul. `If it takes the rest of my life, I will make up for that pain. For my putting my needs before hers.'
After they'd both exploded into white light, she'd cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, lightly rubbing her back. And she'd asked, "Um. Was that okay?" He'd simply replied, "I love you Kanade-chan," and tightened his embrace. `And I will love you for as long as I live.'
He was brought back to the present by her request, "Hey! Hand over the wine and the corkscrew. I'll pour." He handed them to her, and she opened the bottle of zinfandel. Then poured them each a glass. Then she held hers up and said, "Here's to the best cook I know." `And the best looking. And the best…' She was glad he clinked the glass so she could quickly take a drink and then blame her blushing on the alcohol content. It wasn't proper to keep thinking about…THAT. And thinking about how good his hands had felt on her, how warm and safe he made her feel – how accepted and beautiful – well, thinking like that had been causing her to have difficulty sleeping all week.
And why HAD she given herself to him? Was it just because he loved her? Or did she love him, too. Were they meant to be together? Did she just want to prove a point to herself – and to Namiki? What had she been thinking.
There was no denying that she'd enjoyed herself. There was no denying that she'd find herself wanting him to touch her like that again. Every time they'd had lunch, every time their hands would brush, she'd wish he'd wrap her in his arms and throw her to the ground. Even there in the school "garden".
But then Namiki would say something, and she'd feel so guilty. After all, Namiki said he loved her, too. Was it right for her to want to be with Arou so much when Namiki was obviously in pain?
Once, she'd gotten a flash of him at home, hugging his puppy and crying. She would have sworn in her vision she saw him mouth, "Oh, Kanade," before going back to hugging and petting the dog.
The result of all this stress was that all week long, her dreams had been… off. Like the one where she and Arou had been making love. He'd been sucking on her breast as their thrusts continued, and Namiki came into the room. Then he'd gotten a sad look on his face and said, "I saw this. I knew it." A single tear ran down his left cheek. She saw Arou look up at him as Namiki cried with a voice that sounded lost and hopeless, "Will no one ever love me?" Then Arou said, "Miki-kun, to be loved, you have to love first. You have to open your heart."
He reached out his hand to their friend, and Namiki started at what he saw in the taller boy's face. He slowly walked toward the couple, who each held out a hand to him. "We won't ever leave you, Miki-kun," she heard herself saying. "Even though we're together, we both still love you." And Arou said, "Love us so we can love you, Miki." The lighter haired boy took each of their hands, and she heard him crying, "SAVE ME!" in her head. Then the boy disappeared and as she turned back to the man making love to her, his face kept shifting between the two boys. The voice saying, "I love you, Kanade," as she climaxed was both Arou's and Namiki's.
Tilting her head back, she drained her glass. It just wouldn't do her any good thinking about this stuff. In fact, thinking about it seemed to be the main problem here. If she could just forget about all the dreams, she'd be better off.
He saw her drain the glass and then smile at him. Her smile grew more indolent and licentious as the wine hit her system. "Hey! You'll want to be careful with that. It's a lot more potent than beer – it's like Sake made with grapes."
She smiled wider and winked at him as she put a spoonful of potato salad into her mouth and slowly pulled it out from between her lips, empty. "Mmmmm," she moaned her appreciation for his culinary talents and closed her eyes. "Kami! Where did you learn to cook? This is…amazing."
He stared at her display, and without thinking drained his own glass of wine, then poured them both another. He couldn't tear his eyes off her. "Here – try some." Her spoon – the one she had just sucked on so seductively – came at him, laden with his potato salad.
`Peel the potatoes. Chop them into pieces and boil them. When a fork enters them easily, drain them and place them in a bowl. Add the chopped onions and celery. Then take a half dozen hard boiled eggs and chop them, add them to the bowl. Add mayonnaise and a dash of mustard, and salt & pepper to taste. Mix gently so all ingredients are blended, but so that the potatoes don't break apart.' He remembered how to make the salad, repeated it in his head as a mantra to distract himself from the scene that was threatening to make his head implode: Kanade kneeling in front of him on one hand and her knees, holding a spoon out to him, her shirt front falling down with the angle of her body to reveal her cleavage and a black lacy bra holding in her pert breasts, her mouth slightly open as she said, "Say `AH!'"
Then the spoon was in his gaping mouth and he sucked the contents off. The texture, the flavor, the look in her eyes – twinkling and yet dark – all combined and he moaned as he took the offering. "See! You're the best cook ever!" She smiled triumphantly and sat back. Then she picked up a drumstick and took a bite. "Mmmmm," she declared again.
It was getting to be too much.
"Kanade-chan…" he started, but she lifted his eyes to look into his, and he found himself lost there.
"Yes, Arou-kun?" `God, I wish he would kiss me.'
"Um…" He looked away from her to try to gather his thoughts. `How do I tell her that all I want in the world is to be by her side when just looking at her makes me want to throw her on the ground and ravish her?' His face was tight, scowly with disgust at himself.
`Oh my god. Maybe he's sorry about the other night. Maybe he doesn't want me like that. Maybe he's been trying to tell me the other night was a mistake and that's why he keeps cooking like this.' Her face fell as her thoughts were diverted from desire for the boy to shame.
`Screw it. I just have to tell her that I love her and ask her if… if she…' He looked back up at the girl and saw that she looked like she was about to cry. He reached out and grabbed her free hand. "Kanade-chan, what's wrong?" She looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes, the love there. Relief flooded through her and she started to cry. "Are you... Kanade, I'm sorry. I really am. You must hate me."
Relief changed to shock. "H-hate you? Wh-what?! Why would you think that?" she sobbed.
"I… Kanade…" He lifted up her chin with his finger.
"Do you not want me, Arou?" Longing was blazoned on her face. As she saw that he was confused, she clarified. "I… I sort of jumped on you last weekend, and maybe you didn't want me like that and…"
Swiftly he captured her lips, silencing her with a kiss. His hands pressed against her back, pulling her fully to him, his tongue licked at her lips, then plundered her mouth, his heart rate sped up and he was glad he was sitting because his knees would have given out if he'd been standing.
As they broke for breath, his voice was husky with desire, "Does that answer your question?" He leaned over and nibbled on her ear. Then whispered, "You never have to worry about me wanting you, Kanade." He flicked his tongue out to tease her earlobe, then pulled back so he could look her directly in the eyes. "I've never wanted anything until I met you. And now, you're like air to me. But how do you feel? I… How do you feel about me?"
She gazed up at him with longing. "I…" She blushed and looked away. Then turned back to him determinedly. `He was honest with me. I can't hide from him.'
"I want you, Arou. I love you and I want to be with you. I can't seem to stop thinking about you, and every time I'm near you, I want to feel you touching me and holding me. I want to feel you inside me again." She blushed furiously, but held his gaze. "I want you every moment of every day."
He leaned in to recapture her lips and murmured gratefully, "Oh. Is that all?"
Is That All
DISC: I do not own Land of the Blindfolded. I do not own Masahiro Namiki, Outsuka Kanade, or Naitou Arou – or even the little puppy. They all belong to Tsukuba Sakura. I am borrowing them for this fanfic. However, should Tsukuba-san have any complaints, I will be willing to remove this fic from the site upon request.
"Is That all?" Kanade laughed as Arou set the last of the lunch he had prepared in front of her. Already on the picnic blanket in front of her: fried chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, biscuits and honey, watermelon, fruit salad, apple pie, brownies, and a dish of strawberries with whipped cream. In his hand he had a two-liter bottle of root beer and a couple plastic cups.
"Not quite," he said as he set them down. Then he turned back to the basket and pulled out a bottle of red wine and a corkscrew.
"I wasn't sure what you'd prefer, so I brought a bit of everything."
Smiling sweetly at him she replied, "Arou, you know that I love anything you make."
His blush swept from his cheeks and down his neck, then disappeared below his collar. Head bowed, he muttered, "Well, I thought an American style picnic would be a nice change."
She laughed and replied, "You're spoiling me horribly, you know. Monday it's French cuisine, Tuesday Chinese, Wednesday Italian, Thursday Mexican, Friday Mediterranean, Saturday Sushi, and now this! I may never be able to eat like a normal girl again." He'd loaded up a plate for her, and she was digging in with abandon. He smiled softly at her.
`God, she doesn't even realize the power she has over me. I only do all this because… because I want to feel worthy of her.' His memories fell back to her standing before him, purple bra discarded and her tiny hands reaching behind her to unzip her skirt. In slow motion, his mind replayed as she pushed the skirt down past her hips to puddle on the floor, then stood before him, blushing slightly as one hand reached out to him, leading him toward the bedroom.
He shivered, shaking off the memory that had him lying awake every night the past week, wondering if it was all a dream. `I just want to make her feel as special as she made me feel. I just want to know why. Why me. Why then. Was it too soon?' They hadn't talked about what had happened between the two of them since it had happened. So why had she done that? And why hadn't he done anything to stop her? `Because I didn't want to. I was selfish. And…' The image of her tears as he tore through her virginity burned his soul. `If it takes the rest of my life, I will make up for that pain. For my putting my needs before hers.'
After they'd both exploded into white light, she'd cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, lightly rubbing her back. And she'd asked, "Um. Was that okay?" He'd simply replied, "I love you Kanade-chan," and tightened his embrace. `And I will love you for as long as I live.'
He was brought back to the present by her request, "Hey! Hand over the wine and the corkscrew. I'll pour." He handed them to her, and she opened the bottle of zinfandel. Then poured them each a glass. Then she held hers up and said, "Here's to the best cook I know." `And the best looking. And the best…' She was glad he clinked the glass so she could quickly take a drink and then blame her blushing on the alcohol content. It wasn't proper to keep thinking about…THAT. And thinking about how good his hands had felt on her, how warm and safe he made her feel – how accepted and beautiful – well, thinking like that had been causing her to have difficulty sleeping all week.
And why HAD she given herself to him? Was it just because he loved her? Or did she love him, too. Were they meant to be together? Did she just want to prove a point to herself – and to Namiki? What had she been thinking.
There was no denying that she'd enjoyed herself. There was no denying that she'd find herself wanting him to touch her like that again. Every time they'd had lunch, every time their hands would brush, she'd wish he'd wrap her in his arms and throw her to the ground. Even there in the school "garden".
But then Namiki would say something, and she'd feel so guilty. After all, Namiki said he loved her, too. Was it right for her to want to be with Arou so much when Namiki was obviously in pain?
Once, she'd gotten a flash of him at home, hugging his puppy and crying. She would have sworn in her vision she saw him mouth, "Oh, Kanade," before going back to hugging and petting the dog.
The result of all this stress was that all week long, her dreams had been… off. Like the one where she and Arou had been making love. He'd been sucking on her breast as their thrusts continued, and Namiki came into the room. Then he'd gotten a sad look on his face and said, "I saw this. I knew it." A single tear ran down his left cheek. She saw Arou look up at him as Namiki cried with a voice that sounded lost and hopeless, "Will no one ever love me?" Then Arou said, "Miki-kun, to be loved, you have to love first. You have to open your heart."
He reached out his hand to their friend, and Namiki started at what he saw in the taller boy's face. He slowly walked toward the couple, who each held out a hand to him. "We won't ever leave you, Miki-kun," she heard herself saying. "Even though we're together, we both still love you." And Arou said, "Love us so we can love you, Miki." The lighter haired boy took each of their hands, and she heard him crying, "SAVE ME!" in her head. Then the boy disappeared and as she turned back to the man making love to her, his face kept shifting between the two boys. The voice saying, "I love you, Kanade," as she climaxed was both Arou's and Namiki's.
Tilting her head back, she drained her glass. It just wouldn't do her any good thinking about this stuff. In fact, thinking about it seemed to be the main problem here. If she could just forget about all the dreams, she'd be better off.
He saw her drain the glass and then smile at him. Her smile grew more indolent and licentious as the wine hit her system. "Hey! You'll want to be careful with that. It's a lot more potent than beer – it's like Sake made with grapes."
She smiled wider and winked at him as she put a spoonful of potato salad into her mouth and slowly pulled it out from between her lips, empty. "Mmmmm," she moaned her appreciation for his culinary talents and closed her eyes. "Kami! Where did you learn to cook? This is…amazing."
He stared at her display, and without thinking drained his own glass of wine, then poured them both another. He couldn't tear his eyes off her. "Here – try some." Her spoon – the one she had just sucked on so seductively – came at him, laden with his potato salad.
`Peel the potatoes. Chop them into pieces and boil them. When a fork enters them easily, drain them and place them in a bowl. Add the chopped onions and celery. Then take a half dozen hard boiled eggs and chop them, add them to the bowl. Add mayonnaise and a dash of mustard, and salt & pepper to taste. Mix gently so all ingredients are blended, but so that the potatoes don't break apart.' He remembered how to make the salad, repeated it in his head as a mantra to distract himself from the scene that was threatening to make his head implode: Kanade kneeling in front of him on one hand and her knees, holding a spoon out to him, her shirt front falling down with the angle of her body to reveal her cleavage and a black lacy bra holding in her pert breasts, her mouth slightly open as she said, "Say `AH!'"
Then the spoon was in his gaping mouth and he sucked the contents off. The texture, the flavor, the look in her eyes – twinkling and yet dark – all combined and he moaned as he took the offering. "See! You're the best cook ever!" She smiled triumphantly and sat back. Then she picked up a drumstick and took a bite. "Mmmmm," she declared again.
It was getting to be too much.
"Kanade-chan…" he started, but she lifted his eyes to look into his, and he found himself lost there.
"Yes, Arou-kun?" `God, I wish he would kiss me.'
"Um…" He looked away from her to try to gather his thoughts. `How do I tell her that all I want in the world is to be by her side when just looking at her makes me want to throw her on the ground and ravish her?' His face was tight, scowly with disgust at himself.
`Oh my god. Maybe he's sorry about the other night. Maybe he doesn't want me like that. Maybe he's been trying to tell me the other night was a mistake and that's why he keeps cooking like this.' Her face fell as her thoughts were diverted from desire for the boy to shame.
`Screw it. I just have to tell her that I love her and ask her if… if she…' He looked back up at the girl and saw that she looked like she was about to cry. He reached out and grabbed her free hand. "Kanade-chan, what's wrong?" She looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes, the love there. Relief flooded through her and she started to cry. "Are you... Kanade, I'm sorry. I really am. You must hate me."
Relief changed to shock. "H-hate you? Wh-what?! Why would you think that?" she sobbed.
"I… Kanade…" He lifted up her chin with his finger.
"Do you not want me, Arou?" Longing was blazoned on her face. As she saw that he was confused, she clarified. "I… I sort of jumped on you last weekend, and maybe you didn't want me like that and…"
Swiftly he captured her lips, silencing her with a kiss. His hands pressed against her back, pulling her fully to him, his tongue licked at her lips, then plundered her mouth, his heart rate sped up and he was glad he was sitting because his knees would have given out if he'd been standing.
As they broke for breath, his voice was husky with desire, "Does that answer your question?" He leaned over and nibbled on her ear. Then whispered, "You never have to worry about me wanting you, Kanade." He flicked his tongue out to tease her earlobe, then pulled back so he could look her directly in the eyes. "I've never wanted anything until I met you. And now, you're like air to me. But how do you feel? I… How do you feel about me?"
She gazed up at him with longing. "I…" She blushed and looked away. Then turned back to him determinedly. `He was honest with me. I can't hide from him.'
"I want you, Arou. I love you and I want to be with you. I can't seem to stop thinking about you, and every time I'm near you, I want to feel you touching me and holding me. I want to feel you inside me again." She blushed furiously, but held his gaze. "I want you every moment of every day."
He leaned in to recapture her lips and murmured gratefully, "Oh. Is that all?"