Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Marital Bliss ❯ Marital Bliss ( One-Shot )

Black_Phoenix: Hi. Um, this is a One-Shot lemon for Shaman King. I don't know why I'm writing it, though.

HoroHoro: Maybe...-

Black_Phoenix: It's not that, you perv! It doesn't even have you in it. Hentai. This is my first lemon. I hope it's okay. Review, tell me.

I settled down in bed, the cushions behind me giving a faint whistle as I put my full weight on them. I sighed defeatedly. The Shaman Fight was all too hectic, even for me. I'd always wanted Yoh to join, to win, but now he was gone more than usual. He was constantly putting his life in danger because of me. My selfishness. A small tear ran down my cheek. I chuckled softly, remembering the first time Manta had seen me cry.

~~*Flashback

Manta gave a small shudder "Anna's usually unbreakable. Wait, Anna can cry?!"

~~*End Flashback

As much as I hated to admit it, I can cry. I do cry, every night in bed. Just like now. I started when I heard a small knock at my chamber door(Hey! That's Poe! *Narrowly dodges several shoes and varied sponges* ok, on with story then.) I grunted my consent and the door opened slowly. Well, it seems Yoh has come back.

"Hey." he gave a small smile.

I brushed some of the hair away from my eyes. "Hi. How'd it go?" Yoh walked in, closing the door behind him and sat down next to me on the bed. He folded his hands and sat, not looking at me.

"Well, Ren gave us a ride." he spoke softly. Too softly, I knew something was wrong with him. "On a private jet." he added, still talking in a voice that I refused to believe was completely his own. We sat for the next few moments in silence, his hands still clasped directly in front of him. Time seemed to stand still for the eternity of silence. Yoh whistled softly between his teeth. He only did that when he was thinking. That rarely happened. Seriously, very rarely. "Hey..."

"Yeah?" See? I told you. Didn't I tell you? Nevermind.

"Do you ever think..." he scratched the back of his head nervously "D'you ever think that-that we- I dunno- should act more like a " he coughed "Couple?" he turned a deep shade of red. Very deep. My eyes widened considerably, and Yoh must have noticed, because he blushed deeper and got up to leave. "Nevermind. I'm just being stupid." he walked to my door.

I had been thinking the same thing for quite some time. I'd never told anyone, obviously. Do you have any inkling about what that would do to my reputation? "Um, Yoh." I got up and grabbed his hand tightly. I may have not said anything, but I also never said I'd wanted him gone. My grip tightened on his hand. "Don't go. Please." He was surprised, I could tell. "Please don't leave. I..." I began to choke up, small tears forming at the corners of my eyes. "I don't wanna be alone tonight."

Yoh was very taken aback "O-okay A-anna" he squeezed my hand. His eyes had taken on a warm, pleasant glow. I liked it "Okay." he said, his voice calm, reassuring, and-dare I say it?- sexy. There. I dared. He pulled me into a comforting embrace, his strong arms around my shoulders, ny arms limp at my side as I cried into his chest. He seemed to notice my silent sobs because he began stroking my hair. "C'mon. Bedtime." he led me over, getting in after me.

"Hey Yoh?" I turned to face him. He had already closed his eyes, his arm found its way around my waist.

"Hm?"

"You aren't being stupid. I-" I paused. I didn't exactly know what to say. It was, after all, my first time admitting that someone else wasn't being a complete idiot. He opened his eyes, considering me confusedly. "I did think about it. And- and I agree."

Yoh sat up a little. "What do you mean?" he pointed to himself "You mean I'm actually right?"

I giggled and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. But, well- y'know that thing guys do when they tilt their head at the last minute to get the lips? I think that explains it. At first the kiss was soft, like a lingering peck that no one wanted to break, but soon his arm found its way around my waist again and the kiss became slightly more forcefull, more passionate. He nibbled my bottom lip softly, his tongue seeking entrance. I parted my lips, allowing him in willingly. As his tongue explored my mouth, I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, putting my own tongue into the wet cavern before it.

His fingers delicately traced small circles in the back of my yukata, finally wandering to the top at the nape of my neck, tugging gently at the thin cloth covering me, pulling it down and loosening the belt that held it in place until it came off entirely. My own fingers were going to work on his chest, seeking the zipper keeping his battle suit on. I found it quickly enough, dragging it down and spreading it, making it come off. We never parted the kiss as he grabbed the suit, pulling it off and tossing it to the side impatiently, while I did the same to my yukata. I parted the kiss unwantingly, but people need to breathe. We took deep, panting breaths before resuming, this time our hands exploring eachother's body fiercely.

I began to run my fingers through his hair, small moans going into and out of his mouth. He separated the kiss, nipping my neck before inserting a finger into my cunt. I gasped sharply as a second and third entered, slowly going in and out, my moans in time with the small thrusts. He began whispering to me, his thumb caressing my clit, my pleasure button, "I'm doing this to prepare you." He took the fingers out and stedied himself on my body, straddling me. "You can tell me if you want to stop now." his eyes showed sympathy, caring,...love.

My face was covered in tiny beads of sweat. I considered the proposition quickly, my thoughts racing. 'Even the small dose was too much, what will I do for the real thing?' A tiny voice inside was screaming at me "Do it! Accept! NOW!". I had no choice but to listen to the voice. "Keep going." I gasped, my breath still ragged. He nodded and slowly his shaft went in, my labia gladly allowed passage and I adjusted to the invasion easily.

He stopped, allowing it to settle before going in furthur, brushing against my hymen and I let out a sharp, pained squeal. He stopped again, a look of worry and apology on his face. "Are you-" I nodded, bucking my hips up to him when he began pulling out. I wanted him to go all the way. He nodded and started back in, a little faster than before. He steadied himself, getting the O-K from me before I felt his muscles tense and he went through, taking the greatest care, but still earning a shriek from me. He tensed again, now working in and out, his moans timed with mine. I could tell I was about to have my first orgasm. I let out a shriek, and he came with me, both of us collapsing from the over exertion.

Yoh took me in his arms and kissed the top of my head, laying down. His arm never leaving my waist as he pulled me into a protective embrace before we both went into the deepest slumber of our lives. He mumbled something softly into my ear, before falling asleep. I never wanted to forget those words. Never wanted to forget this night. I kissed his chest lightly, tugging the covers above my chest and passing out happily in the powerful, almost possesively tight embrace my husband-to-be. So this was marital bliss.

I drifted off, dreaming the words Yoh had said to me. Those three fatal words.

Yoh had said "I love you."