The Wallflower Fan Fiction ❯ Making It Clear ❯ Making It Clear ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Making It Clear

A PGE story.

This story works off my existing Kyohei X Sunako story. But now,

we're looking at Oda & Naie - who don't get enough love, thank you

very much.

This story is my answer to the hourly challenges: 1) Week 15 - write

for PGE aka Wallflower, 2) Week 13 - Dancing In the Sheets, 3) Week 12

- Sweet & Innocent? I didn't think so, and 4) Week 11 - the

Undiscovered. Since it took me more than four hours to write, I think

you'll forgive me for working them all together. Also, I'm planning

on finishing another chapter fic, that will use Week 11, Week 12, and

Week 13 in there, so I don't feel like I'm cheating y'all. :D

Anyway, I hope you like. Now on to the disclaimer: I don't own

Perfect Girl Evolution aka The Wallflower, or any of it's characters.

I make no profit off the writing of this story. Please don't sue.

"Thank you for dinner, Oda." Naie blushed and smiled when he took her

hand as they walked along the street. She lived just past the

boarding house, so it was the same direction to either place.

"It was my pleasure, Naie-chan," his gentle smile set her heart racing

as always. He was so suave, and he genuinely tried to take care of

others - and not just those he cared about. He had such a high

standard of honor. It was that more than his looks that had made her

fall in love.

She'd realized that this was exactly what she was feeling about two

months ago, but hadn't had the courage to act upon it. Before that,

she had known that she felt more strongly about him than anyone she'd

ever met - but love? She didn't want to just assume that was what she

felt. However, after watching him with that actress, realizing that

she'd leave him with her if he truly preferred the actress to her,

truly would be happier, she began questioning what it was. What were

her motivations? Who was Oda to her? Who was she to Oda?

Then she started thinking about what she wanted - what she truly

wanted - from him. Her only answer was, `I want to be his. By his

side, and loving him for the rest of his life. I want to wash him in

the bath. I want to wake up next to him every day.' She'd sighed at

that, dreamily. And she knew… `I am in love with him.' The clarity

of that thought made the whole world make sense to her.

But she still had no idea what to do about it.

As they walked down the street, she felt her love for him keenly.

Over the past week, she'd been planning how she might show him. Would

she have the courage to do so tonight? To risk finding out if he felt

the same? She remembered the sounds - the sounds that she and Oda had

come back to the Saturday before.

First, Sunako's voice coming from the basement: "You said you loved

me!" This was followed by the sound of a scuffle.

Oda and Naie had looked at each other startled. Someone had declared

love to Sunako? It could only be Kyohei - the others were out on

dates. Unless it was someone new? Then they heard her "NO!" followed

by quiet. It had to be Kyohei.

"God, I hope they don't kill each other down there," Oda said, shaking

his head.

"I can't believe Kyohei told her he loved her!"

"Yeah, but we shoulda seen it coming for a while now - the way those

two get under each other's skin…And the past three days have been

worse than ever."

"I hate you!" Sunako's voice was so filled with sorrow that Naie felt

a tear spring to her eye. The poor girl. Oda grabbed her hand,

sensing Naie's need of comfort. She smiled up at him sadly. Then

they heard Sunako's voice yet again, "I LOVE YOUUUU!" and both their

eyes popped in shock. Sunako was in love? The couple broke into

happy grins for their friends, and they walked into the kitchen to put

their leftovers from dinner into the refrigerator.

Not wanting to call it a night, Naie offered to brew some coffee for

them both, and Oda accepted. As she began to measure out the grounds

into the filter, the noises started. There was no need for much

imagination to know what was happening in the basement. The moans and

groans were almost too much to bear. And if they had had any doubt

that it was Kyohei with Sunako, his voice moaning "Sunaaaaaaakooooo!"

put those doubts completely to rest.

Their eyes both were wide as they tried to ignore the sounds coming

from the floor below them. It was infective, and they felt their

hearts speeding up in response. Flushing, and not looking at him

directly, Naie asked, "Um. When the coffee is done, maybe… we should…

make ourselves scarce?"

"Right up to my room. I'll get a tray ready for us to take up," Oda

replied, pulling out creamer, sugar, two mugs, a spoon, and a thermal

carafe. They continued to not look at each other as the sounds continued.

`Dear GOD!' Naie thought. Her breath was coming more rapidly and she

surreptitiously rubbed her legs together to feel the friction. The

noises were making her feel… heady. Excited. Nervous. `Will this

coffee ever finish brewing?' She began tapping her foot, and

surreptitiously sneaking glances at Oda, then blushing furiously and

looking away. `I want… I want to make those sounds with him.' She

snuck another peek then turned bright red and quickly turned away from

him, concentrating on the coffee - trying to will it to brew faster.

`Will this coffee ever finish brewing?' he thought. `She keeps

looking at me and blushing. God, she's so beautiful. If we don't get

away from this, I'm going to…' He swallowed hard. `I have to

maintain control. I WILL be a gentleman.' He gritted his teeth and

closed his eyes, focusing on controlling his breathing.

After what seemed like an eternity, the coffee finished brewing and

Naie busied herself, filling the carafe. When she was done, Oda took

it from her and placed it on the tray as she rinsed out the pot and

threw out the used grounds. With a sigh of relief, they headed toward

the stairs. As they reached the second floor, one more sound came to

them - Sunako's voice screaming, "Kyooooooo-Heeeiiiiiiiiiiii!"

It was too much. They burst out laughing and ran the rest of the way

to Oda's room. As soon as he'd set the tray down, they fell against

each other, continuing to laugh. Then they watched some tv and drank

their coffee, cuddling against one another until it was time for him

to walk her home.

And now… it was a week later. And she'd been thinking about that night

too much this past week. Every night when she went to bed, she tried

to picture the scenario that would allow her to cry out

"O-daaaaaaaaa!" as he made love to her. What could she do that would

make that happen? Could she just declare her love for him? She could

tell him how she felt, but there was no guarantee that he would take

it to the next level after that. Should she throw herself at him?

Then wouldn't he think she was a slut?

The more she'd thought about it, the more she became convinced - she

would have to do something to… catch his attention. Something

sensuous. Something that if he felt the same about her would drive

him to the next step, but if he didn't feel the same, he'd not react -

and then she'd know.

The answer came as she watched a movie one night, trying to tire

herself out enough to sleep.

She walked along, holding his hand and thought, `The movie was right.

"Vivir en miedo es como vivir a medias." I'm going to do it

tonight.' Decision made, she unconsciously squeezed his hand and when

he turned to look at her, he puzzled over the determined smile on her

face.

Arriving at the boarding house, Oda asked, as he always did, "Would

you like to come in for a while before I walk you home?"

But instead of her normal, shy, "Okay," she responded, "I very much

would like to come in for a while, Oda." He was a little startled,

but hid it well.

They walked in the door, and she said, "Oda, I'll go on up to your

room - why don't you get us something to drink while we're up there.

Okay?" He nodded in agreement as she knew he would. And she quickly

made her way upstairs.

Once in his room, she took off the cardigan that she'd been wearing,

revealing a tightly fitting, rose pink, lace camisole above her cute

black mini-skirt. Her satin bra of the same dusty rose color

underneath could easily be seen. This was an outfit that many girls

wore out in public, but she always felt too much on display in it - so

the camisole, buttoned up to mid-breast allowed the lace cami to be

seen, but not the satin bra underneath. Even her mother approved of

the outfit that way.

But now, it was just the bra and the camisole above the very short

skirt. She'd taken off her socks and shoes, too.

She took her hair out of it's clip and shook it down, loose. One

quick check of her make-up revealed the need for more lipstick so that

they would be red and luscious. Then she ran over to the stereo and

put in the Portishead CD she'd brought with her. She set it for

constant repeat play of the disc, and then flipped through to the last

track. Glory Box.

The rhythmic beat flowed over her, and she forced herself not to think

about what it was she was doing. Forced herself not to remember her

mother coming into her bedroom one time when she was dancing to this

song and the subsequent lecture about how girls who dance like that

are either sluts asking for it, or idiots who end up getting taken

advantage of, followed by her sincere protests that she'd never dance

like that in public - only alone in her room.

At the time, her comments to her mother had been completely true.

But now…

She closed her eyes and as the music washed over her, her head lazily

caught the tail end of the rhythm, causing her to nod slightly - as if

she were saying "yes" to whoever might be watching. Each breath

caused her chest to rise and fall more noticeably than normal. Her

hips moved lasciviously in little circles - seeking out… something.

Something that they knew they needed and had to find - in due time.

It wasn't a frantic pace they set, but one that read, "I will get what

I want, and I don't care how long it takes to get there."

Her arms at first floated out to the side. But as the music took

over, as she truly let her mind go to just feel it flow through her,

as the back of her mind - the part that she didn't allow to break

through to consciousness - drifted dreamily in thoughts of Oda kissing

her and running his hands and then his mouth all over her body, her

hands began to seek out her own flesh.

Starting in her hair, one hand whispered through it, while the other

worked down her neck, around her breast to her stomach, where it

floated free again as the first hand finished its circle out of her

hair and landed on her thigh. That hand began it's trek up, over her

ass, and around back in front, almost working up the nerve to go where

she knew she wanted Oda to go tonight. Stopping short of that goal,

her hand slid up over her tummy, up to her breast. She not only

rubbed her breast, but squeezed it slightly.

Then she switched from pressure to light brushes, her fingertips just

barely brushing against her - setting her skin to extra-sensitive.

Because she'd allowed the music to truly take control, so that she

wouldn't feel embarrassed about what she was doing, she hadn't heard

him come up the stairs. Her mouth opened and she sang along with the

lyrics, "Give a reason to love you. Give me a reason to be… a woman.

I just want to be a woman."

XXX

He snuck a peek at her as she headed toward the stairs. Ever since

she'd been over last weekend, he'd been having difficulty keeping his

thoughts in line. It was almost as if the switch in his brain that

allowed him to stop the inappropriate thoughts had gotten damaged by

the sounds of Kyohei and Sunako making love in the basement. That,

and seeing the two of them physically get into a fight every day this

past week - just so they'd have an excuse to end up in each other's

arms. Every day. Fight. Wrestling match. Makeout session that

ended with the victor of the match carrying the loser to Sunako's

room. Which in turn was followed by noises he'd rather not hear when

he was trying to keep on his best behaviour with Naie.

Naie. God but she was so beautiful. And she had such a kind heart.

How had he ever managed to find someone like her? Most pretty girls

were all stuck on themselves with no care for anyone else. Not Naie.

Her heart was the most beautiful thing about her - and there was a

lot of other beautiful things about her to compare it with. Like her

big blue eyes that always held such trust when she looked into his.

He could drown in the depths of blue there. And her perfect skin,

that was so soft to the touch - he loved it when a stray hair blew

across her face because it was an excuse to touch her, brush it behind

her cute little ears. And her hair of spun gold. He just wanted to run

his fingers through it until he lost control and then grabbed it by

the fistful as his mouth pressed greedily against hers, loosening only

so that he could move to her full breasts, slender stomach -

He stopped himself from these thoughts YET AGAIN! What was this, the

1000th time this week that his thoughts has gotten away from him about

her? He could NOT let himself think about her like that until they

were married.

`Married?'

"Yes," his heart replied. "Married. You love this girl. You love

her beyond anything you ever hoped to find. And as your heart, I'm

not going to let you lose her. When it's appropriate, you'll marry

this woman."

`Yes. I will,' he thought happily. And with that thought, he grabbed

two beers out of the fridge, and a bottle of water for them to share,

and made his way upstairs.

As he neared the door to his room, he heard some music in there. He

started to open the door and stopped dead, door open just about 3

inches - just enough for him to see in. The sight he was greeted with

almost made him drop the bottles. Naie was grinding to the music.

Her outfit… it hid none of her curves from his sight - just decorated

them and made them more mysterious. And her hands… her hands were

doing what he'd been finding his thoughts drifting toward all week.

Her eyes were closed, and she obviously hadn't heard him open the

door. He closed it behind him then set the bottles on the desk,

never taking his eyes off her. She began to sing along with the

music, "Give a reason to love you. Give me a reason to be… a woman.

I just want to be a woman." In a trance, he came behind her, and

wrapped his arms around her middle as he whispered in her ear, "What

reason would you like?" and then began kissing her neck.

She jumped and her eyes flew open as she felt his breath against her

ear, his hands on her stomach. Then his words' meaning became clear.

She smiled, and closed her eyes again. She continued to dance, her

hips now rubbing against his groin. She placed her hands over his,

and started them moving over her hips and breasts.

His kisses didn't stop, they just turned into nibbles. Neck,

shoulder, earlobe. When her hands brought his to her breasts, he

weighed them and squeezed them gently. She moaned, encouraging him to

continue, and reached behind her to grab his ass, causing his hips to

press into her more. His thumbs stroked over her nibbles, causing them

to harden into little pebbles. Then he whispered in her ear, "Naie."

"Mmmm," she responded.

His left hand made its way down to her hip as he breathed her name

again. "Naie."

"Yes, Oda?" she breathed, and was surprised at how breathy her voice

sounded.

In one quick movement, his hands spun her to face him, and he crushed

her to him, kissing her fiercely, one hand on the back of her head,

the other on her ass, holding her tightly to him. His tongue

plundered her mouth, and she vaguely realized it was a good thing he

was holding her tightly as she felt her knees completely give out.

Her arms wrapped around him and massaged up his back, down to his

tight ass. As they broke for air, she nibbled on his ear, whispering,

"Oda, make me yours."

The desire was so heavy in her voice, that he stopped and looked down

at her to determine if he was imagining it or not.

She looked up at him pleadingly. "I want to be your woman, Oda."

He kissed her forehead. "You already are, Naie."

Shaking her head, she struggled for the words. How could she explain

that she wanted him to touch her - that she wanted to touch him?

He saw her struggle and said, "Naie, I love you."

"Oh, Oda. I love you, too." Their mouths met again, this time more

tenderly. As she moaned into his mouth, she could feel his excitement

growing. Without skipping a beat, she began pushing him backward.

Backing up gradually, he was surprised when he felt the bed against

the back of his legs. Feeling him stop, a gentle push was all that

was needed for him to fall back on the bed, and with no hesitation,

she climbed on top of him.

"Make love to me, Oda."

He ran one hand down her cheek. "Do- don't you want to…" he paused

and closed his eyes, trying to get himself under control, "wait until…

wait until… we're married?"

`Married?!' She was shocked. "You… married? Want to…? Me…?"

This was not the first time he'd seen her get flummoxed, but she never

ceased to be incredibly cute when she was. Chuckling, his head shook

at her. Then he said, "Well… not today! But… after we graduate from

college…"

She stared at him in shock. Then a grin covered her face and she

pounce on him, kissing him fiercely. Her lips trailed from his mouth

to his ear, where she breathed in what she hoped was her most sexy

voice, "I don't think I can wait that long, Oda. I want to feel you

in me, now." She smiled around his earlobe at the groan that inspired.

Hands on her shoulders pushed her back and she saw him grinning at her

slyly. "Will you dance for me again?"

Sour Times was now playing and with a smile, she stood up, off the

bed. Her hips swayed sensuously, and as the lyrics sang, "Nobody

loves me, it's true. Not like you do," her hands went to the bottom

of her camisole and lifted it off, over her head. She tossed it to

the side, and continued to sway. Her hands roamed over her body, and

Oda sat transfixed by her beauty. Hands reached her hips, she turned

away from him, so he could see her fingers grasp the zipper and slowly

work it down as her body continued to undulate to the sensuous rhythm

of the music. Once open, the skirt fell slowly down her legs, into a

puddle on the floor. She stepped out of it with one foot, and kicked

it out of the way with the other. He saw her satin thong that matched

the bra and moaned.

The dance brought her around again to face him, and now, she continued

moving, while her hands reached for him. "Dance with me," she

commanded, and he stood and worked his way over to her. Taking his

hands and placing them on her hips, she then put her hands on his

chest. The music moved her, and he moved with her. Fingers nimbly

undid the buttons on his shirt, and then their tips traced across his

chest, drawing little descending circles.

Breaking free from his grasp, she danced behind him and her arms

wrapped around him from behind. Fingertips continued to trace on his

chest, working his shirt up and off his shoulders, her hands rubbing

lightly down his arms until the shirt was completely free. She

embraced him from behind, and he felt her soft breasts press into his

back.

Her hands descended to his hips, and she guided them in a tempo that

matched the beat of the music, the beat of her heart.

He thought his heart would give out when he felt the fingertips of his

little Naie traipsing across his stomach, tracing under the edge of

his waistline. And then, they began unbuttoning him and he moaned.

She danced around to face him, and still moving with the music ended

up kneeling in front of him as her hands unzipped his jeans, pulled

them down. He could no longer dance. The pants at his ankles would

trip him, so he reached down and grasped her arms, lifting her up to

face him.

"Naie. God, do you even know that you are the most beautiful woman

I've ever met?"

She blushed and was surprised to hear a growl from him. Then he

picked her up and carried her to the bed, staring into her eyes the

whole way. "Do you know what you do to me?" he growled as he set her

on the bed and then crawled over her, completely dominating her with

his presence.

"Hopefully exactly what you do to me," she growled back, leaning up to

kiss him. His hands worked at the hooks on the bra, and it popped

open in a snap. He leaned in and kissed down her chest. Lips

brushing lightly, interspersed with flicks from his tongue. At the

tip, he sucked it into his mouth and was rewarded with her moan.

"God, yes, Oda!"

Hands trailed down her body, and pulled the panties off her hips,

which she lifted to ease in their removal.

He stared down at her, and she stared right back at him. Tiny fingers

pulled at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, easing them

over his already engorged cock. It sprang free, and her eyes drank

him in. A pleased gasp escaped her, and he smiled. "Are you sure?"

he asked.

Eyes wide, she nodded. "Oh, gods, yes!"

Kneeling above her, he allowed his fingers to trace her perfect

curves. "God, you're even more beautiful than I imagined."

`He imagined me?' She was pleased at that thought.

His mouth descended again to her breast, and her moans ripped from her

were doubled as his fingers began stroking in her curls, lightly

teasing. One finger gently circled her jewel, and then descended to

her glory box. Teasing it, he traced around the edges as his tongue

continued to lave her breasts. She was writhing underneath him, and

the feel of her was almost too much. First one finger, then two began

to work their way into her, with a pulsing action. Then a third

joined as her juices flowed, and he stretched her with his hand,

making sure she was prepared. His thumb continued to flick against

her nub and finally she arched off the bed, breathily moaning,

"Odaaaaaaaaa!" as he felt her walls contract around his fingers.

Kneeling above her on all fours, he waited until she came back to

fully conscious and looked her in the eyes. Then he bit his bottom

lip, clearly unsure of himself. "Are you sure…"

"Oda, please!" she begged. "I want to feel you in me. I want to be

yours. Please…" A tear tracked down one cheek.

His smile became predatory. "You ARE mine, Naie," he breathed as he

positioned himself at her entrance and gently guided himself in til he

reached the barrier. His smile became dreamy. "And I am yours only,

Naie. Only yours." He leaned down and kissed her, then plunged

through her barrier.

She gasped as the pain hit her, but it only took a couple seconds

before it was replaced with bliss and she smiled up at him. Moving

her hips toward him as a silent request for more, he gasped in

response as he was fully encased in her sheath.

"I. Love. You," he breathed as he began to set up a rhythm.

"Oh, Oda!" she cried as she felt a mini-orgasm grasp her. Her hips

began to meet his with involuntary thrusting, and she began to moan

his name over and over again with each thrust, "Oda, Oda, Oda, Oda, Oh

my god, Oda!"

He felt another orgasm take her over, and her head whipped from side

to side. It was impossible to even say his name now, as she felt

herself building toward something bigger than she'd ever felt before.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh," was all she could manage.

The sounds she was making were sending him into a flurry that he'd

never felt before. And her sweet pussy was contracting and

contracting - like it was milking his cock. He'd never felt anything

like it before. As he reached orgasm they both called out in unison,

"I LOOVVEE YOUUUUUUU!"

He collapsed on top of her, and they lay entwined as they struggled to

come back down to earth.

He was the first to recover. He rolled off her, and lay on his side,

taking in the sight of her, spent from lovemaking, her hair was

tossled, and she was flushed and still breathing heavy. He brushed a

hair out of her face, and said, "You are the most wonderful woman I've

ever known, Naie. And I love you with all my heart."

She gasped a few more breaths and her head turned to look at him. A

dreamy smile blossomed. "Good. I'm glad it's not just me."

"Stay the night? Call your mom and tell her you're staying over with

Sunako?"

She shook her head and laughed. "I don't know if she'd buy that."

His eyes pleaded. "Try? I… I don't want to let you go…"

She struggled to her feet and wobbled over to her purse, pulling out

her cell phone. She dialed. "Mom?... Yeah, it's me. Listen, after

my date with Oda, we went back to the house, and, well, can I stay

over at Sunako's tonight? … Sunako - you know, the new girl at

school… Yes. She lives at the boarding house with the boys… Yes.

Oda lives there, too… But that's just it. That's why she wants me to

stay - it's always boys around all the time, and she needs some girl

time. Please?" There was a long pause. "Well, she's kind of shy

around new people - she's just gotten used to me because I'm dating

Oda… I'll ask, but mom, don't expect too much from her, okay. She's

not had an easy time moving here, and she's really shy, okay? … No.

I'll ask her… thanks, Mom. I love you, too. I'll see you in the

morning."

With a grin, she walked back to the bed and the two snuggled under the

covers. "I can stay. But you're going to have to help me convince

Sunako to meet my mom, okay? Mom wants to invite her over for dinner

and maybe to go clothes shopping!"

"I should have known something this wonderful wouldn't come for free,"

he responded grinning. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

As they began to fade toward sleep she heard him mutter softly, "Can't

wait… be… married… you."

And her last thought of the night was, `They were right. Vivir en

miedo es como vivir a medias.'

AN: "Vivir en miedo es como vivir a medias" is from Strictly Ballroom.

It's an old Spanish saying that means, a live lived in fear is half a

life - or a life half-lived. This has become one of my personal

favorite sayings ever.