RahXephon Fan Fiction ❯ Intermezzo: The morning after ❯ Chapter 1

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Ex Cinis Cineris

Intermezzo: The morning after

A RahXephon fanfiction by regie27

Standard Disclaimers apply

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Note:

*This little afterthought of a story focuses on Ayato and Haruka the day after they found each other at the Hongo Station. Yes, it is an unabashed PWP so you've been warned and if you don't know what PWP means, I think you're not of legal age to be reading this then.

 

 

Neo Tokyo, Japan

Shitow Haruka's apartment

 

 

"Buchi… stop that you naughty kitty…just give me five more minutes…" Haruka slurred as she turned to her side, balling up with her sheets as she tried to ignore the subtle licks the feline was giving to her ear. The former TERRA officer felt unusually well this morning: content, warm and relaxed and the perspective of waking up didn't seem attractive in the least. "But since when Buchi's breath had been so warm" she thought. "It almost feels like a caress" she pondered. It was an unusual happening since Buchi's affections hadn't elicit such sensations on his owner before.

 

"I'm afraid that's not Buchi's doing Haru-chan…" Ayato whispered as he playfully nipped at her earlobe. The deep voice penetrated the hazy semi-unconsciousness her mind was sunk into. Haruka's eyes flung open in an instant and alertness replaced her former state of slumber. She hastily turned around searching for the voice's owner. A grinning Ayato was lying on the opposite side of her bed, his head propped up on his elbow. His eyes gleamed expectantly and his lips curved into a languid smile that made her heart skip a beat. Kamina looked at that instant as the embodiment of utter temptation with the upper half of the well proportioned body in full display for her gaze to admire avidly. Her eyes found an obstacle which halted the visual assessment just below his navel, as the lower portion of his body remained cloaked by blue satin sheets. Giggling to herself, she reined the impulse of pulling them down…for the moment being at least. Her glance lifted to his face and she realized quite flattered in her feminine vanity that his eyes were clearly zeroed in on her.

 

"Enjoying the view?" Haruka asked knowing already the answer as her smile mimicked his. She felt his rich blue gaze skimming along the contours of her body in a visual caress.

 

"As a matter of fact yes, very much" he admitted. He felt grateful for his exceptional artistic sensibility, they way it allowed him to control and manipulate his senses to focus intently on what he sought to behold. This ability allowed him to admire the exquisite balance of beauty, grace and subtly hinted strenght her body exuded at so many levels that it could almost overload his senses. Child-like innocence and sensual allure merged in her without being mutually exclusive but fascinatingly complementary.

 

"I'm glad to hear it. The view from this side is quite pleasing too" she conceded as she let her eyes teasingly descend towards the fading marking of the Ollin in his abdomen. She noticed the sudden quickening in his breathing and smiled inwardly. Yes, there was no reason at all to leave bed for now. Warm eyes the hue of rich chocolate began to darken invitingly. He noticed her reaction and allowed a sensual smile curve on his lips.

 

"It is good to know that you are enjoying it. Would you like to get a closer look?" Ayato replied as he patted the empty space that divided them.

 

Haruka grinned. "That's an invitation I can't refuse."

 

Ayato chuckled as he raised the sheets to make space for her. She quickly snuggled against him, sensing his strong legs enveloping hers in a possessive gesture. Her fingers began tracing patterns over his chest as his hand went to rest over the curvature of her thigh. As she let wandering fingertips run over the solid planes of his shoulders, he wondered if by just the knowledge his hands were gathering it could be possible to draw her from memory. Those same hands were busy already gathering data initiating a trail from the base of her neck to the slopping juncture at her back, making her body inch even closer towards his. Haruka felt a very pleasant tingling forming at the spots his hands touched. The rousing sensation kept spreading slowly and a sigh came unbidden to her lips, staring at the dark blue orbs through half-closed slits. He took the sight of her parted mouth as an invitation and his head began leaning downwards to join hers when suddenly he felt the bed dip behind him, followed by furry feet that nimbly climbed over his shoulder.

 

"So it's you…I think we've been invaded Haruka" he mumbled, looking not too happy for the feline interruption.

 

"Actually, that's his thoughts exactly Ayato. You're lying over his usual spot."

 

Buchi glared at Ayato with wide, amber eyes as he sat down, expectantly waiting for him to move away so he could reclaim his space. Ayato stared at him with a befuddled expression.

 

"C'mon Buchi, I'm sorry okay? I'll promise I'll make it up to you."

 

The feline tilted his head up offering a questing "meow" as he glanced with curiosity at the human who stole his usual place beside his mistress.

 

"Haruka…" Ayato pleaded exasperated. The short-haired woman snickered at the scene.

 

"Okay, I'll take care of this. Thankfully for you, he's more interested in his stomach now. Hand me my robe, please. How breakfast sounds to you Buchi? Let's go and get you some tuna."

 

Ayato handed her robe as the cat readied to follow her invitation. In an agile leap his feet reached the floor and soon he was brushing his head against her right ankle as they made their way out the room.

 

"Don't take too long..." the former instrumentalist murmured, frustration lacing his words.

 

Haruka gave him a sexy glance. "Hmm, anxious are we… don't worry, I won't but you'd better start thinking of how you'll convince Buchi of moving to another spot."

 

"I can always move to the couch…" Ayato offered. Haruka blinked twice, her eyebrows twitching. She shook her head forcefully.

 

"A-ah, I don't think so. I'll help you figure something out."

 

"I expected you to say that" he retorted with an impish grin. The next thing he saw was a pillow directly aimed towards his head, which he barely managed to avoid.

 

"Don't be so full of yourself Kamina" he heard her say as her figure moved out of his sight and towards the kitchen.

 

"You didn't seemed to mind last night as I recall" he mumbled impishly to himself as he stretched out his arms. He let himself fall over the bed, his sight aligning with the ceiling as he folded his arms behind his head. His lids began closing allowing his other senses to take in the subtle evidence of her essence all around him. The pillow had hints of her perfume mixed with what he could only describe as her natural aroma. His tongue moved over the inner edges of his mouth, savoring the lingering traces of the sweet taste of her kisses. He remembered anticipating them almost painfully as he watched her descend the staircase at the Hongo Station. It had taken all his willpower to just stand and wait for her to find him. The single kiss they had shared at the Lilia Litvyak had left him desperately starving for more as he kicked himself mentally for being so dense that he failed to notice the signals and realize her love for him sooner. He suspected that had the circumstances been different that day, more than a kiss might have been offered to him.

 

As he heard her muffled voice talking to the pet cat, he felt glad that his body had reverted to the proper chronological age. He wasn't sure how the 17 year old self brimming with the typical impatience and eagerness of the age might have handled the overwhelming assault to the senses that he soon learned she could be. The theory his mother had offered about Haruka's intriguing timbre was shedding some light about the bewildering emotions he experienced around her. Ayato had been attracted to other females but none had exerted such power over him. He had been rendered helpless to ignore her mere presence as his body had reminded him in more than one occasion. He could only describe it as something akin to magnetism, inexorably pulling him to her and neither time nor fate had managed to change that fact. In the end, his heart would always belong to her.

 

"Hey sleepyhead, I don't think the cat will be bothering us anymore."

 

Ayato peered at her with eyes half open. Haruka had returned and was now approaching him. The sheet that covered him was lifted and he felt her weight settle over his lap as her well formed legs straddled his hips. Her hands rested comfortably over his chest. He inhaled deeply. Her lips curved into an enticing smile that brought shivers down his spine.

 

"Well, let's see where we were at…aha, I think you were about to kiss me."

 

"Unhum..." he muttered. He was enjoying himself far too much to even spoil the moment by talking.

 

She chuckled and leaned over him, her lips reaching his. His hands sank in the silky, bluish short hair as he allowed her to take the lead. She traced the contours of his lips with the tip of her tongue, then allowed it to slip inside his hot mouth. Tasting him, she went on to pursue his and soon they met, moving in a circling motion around each other, sliding and slipping. He allowed his tongue to momentarily retreat allowing her to possess his mouth completely, sensing the probing tip slip past his teeth and he couldn't contain himself from giving a gentle bite to it.

 

Looking for air to fill her lungs, she pulled back for a second and sensed his hands fumbling with the sash of her robe. Perfectly shaped shoulders were unveiled as the robe finally slipped down. His hands held on to those shoulders, recalling its mere sight had fueled his most forbidden dreams a year ago, as he gathered her in arms, his mouth laying claim of hers once more. Bare skin came in contact with bare skin, provoking Haruka's nipples to harden almost painfully as they brushed with the taut flesh of Kamina's chest. She abandoned his lips opting to instead probe the slightly salty skin of his neck where his pulse throbbed. Her fingers slipped in a downward motion, soon to be followed by her mouth, leaving a moist trail until she found herself tracing the red instrumentalist's marking upon his stomach. The caress drove him impatient with lust and he knew she had learned it already as her tongue lapped and licked its way over it with gusto. She ceased the sweet torture as she sank the tip of her tongue inside his navel. Ayato arched upwards, feeling his sight cloud with a red haze. His arousal throbbed and tensed under her weight and he observed her head lift as her eyes locked with his, the brown gaze speaking of the love held on for so many years and the longing that had grown steadily that now sought to be sated. Teasingly, she moved so their sexes aligned. Ayato moaned, reigning in the sudden impulse of impaling her into him. Seeking for her need to be as unbearable as his was, his hands went to caress the rounded perfection of her breasts. Haruka's head snapped back, her back arching instinctively as she offered more of herself to his maddening touch. His head closed in until his tongue reached an aching peak. She elicited a low moan as she trapped his head against her breasts. He released an all out assault with fingers and mouth over the aching peaks that had her soon panting. His arousal brushing against her aching core had her restless, frantic with the need to be filled by him. With that single intent now, she lifted herself and began sliding him inside with measured pace.

 

"Kami-sama" she heard him whisper as his eyes rolled upwards, his jaw and neck tensing with the sensorial onslaught. Soon they were completely joined and she began to move slowly first, then quicker as she relented the last shreds of her self control, allowing her need to lead her towards the glorious fulfillment that awaited her. As Haruka rode him with unbridled passion, Ayato forced his eyes to open to fully take on the sight of her in the peak of passion; strands of hair clung at her forehead, lips parted as her breathing came out in raged gasps, her eyes tightly shut in utter concentration. He felt the tremors of the impending orgasm abating her as he kept thrusting upwards inside her tight, moist canal enslaved to the rhythm she dictated, feeling his own release fast approaching.

 

"A…ayato…"she screamed breathlessly as her body coiled tightly around him, taking in his almost erratic movements until she felt his body tense, uttering a low grunt as he allowed the fire they had created to consume him whole until there was none left burning. At last, she let herself to collapse exhausted and spent, struggling to catch her breath as her heart pounded violently inside her chest. Stroking her hair gently, Ayato allowed her head to rest on the pocket of his shoulder as she nestled beside him, feeding off the wonderful warmth his body emanated.

 

"Ayato…you're so warm" she commented absentmindedly while stiffing a yawn.

 

Ayato smiled inwardly. It was a remark he had gotten used to, but coming from Haruka's lips it felt pleasantly good. He took her hand and placed a feathery kiss atop it.

 

"Haruka, I want to wake up beside you like this every single day of my life."

 

"That's all I'd ever wanted, love. To be with you."

 

"Aishiteru Haruka."

 

"Aishiteru Ayato…"

 

He placed one last kiss on her lips as he felt a pleasant slumber taking over his conscience, knowing that when he woke up, she was going to be there.

 

Unfortunately, nobody had warned them of another impending interruption to their bliss, this one of the non-feline kind. The door from Haruka's apartment began to tremble under the impact of a loud pounding as a familiar voice could be easily discerned from outside:

 

"Haruka, it's wake up time! Remember the appointment we had last night, the Korean BBQ I ended up eating by myself? It's payback time and you better have some hot miso on the stove already!“

 

"Elvy…! By the kami, I forgot all about her!" Haruka looked positively alarmed. They stared at each other as if waiting who was going to brave Elvy's wrath. Ayato got up and scanned the room for his clothes. They had left a haphazard trail on their way to the room last night and he suspected it began on the living room. Better deal with that incriminating evidence, he thought.

 

"You know what? I think I'll go deal with Buchi. You go ahead and handle Elvy-san."

 

Haruka gave Ayato a penetrating glance of the threatening kind. Smiling unabashedly, Ayato reached to the floor:

 

"Here's your robe. I'll cook breakfast. Good luck. I love you!"

 

Donning the robe, Haruka let out a long sigh as she raked her head looking for a nice, convincing apology to offer her hot-headed colleague. Knowing that she was about to be teased to no end by the off-colored remarks the pilot was surely going to make upon realizing why she never made it to their appointment made matters worst. In fact, he suspected that Elvy had already figured out that her absence was related to the "do not disturb" sign they had devised with the tie should the occasion arise. Haruka felt her cheeks blush as her hand went to try to smother the stray locks of hair, not that it mattered. It was rather obvious what she had been up to.

 

"I knew I shouldn't have awakened up this morning!" Flashing an impish grin she murmured as she readied to open the door and let her loud friend in:

 

"Ah well, where there's pleasure…"

 

 

~Fin~