Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Love Affair ❯ Show Me How It Feels ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

Dilandau stepped back from the tempting goddess, a slight shock and fear in his eyes.

`I didn't think it'd go that far… It wasn't supposed to go that far…'

Hitomi slunk down to her knees, panting softly, the strap of the gown hanging off her right shoulder as the ends of it pooled around her waist. She held her hand against her heart and the other against the floor as she steadied herself.

`That was one of my dreams… oh gods…' She trembled slightly remembered how her dreams progressed. `That was the first one I had with him…'

"I can't stay here…" She whispered as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Slowly she stood up not facing Dilandau, "Take me back… I can't stay here…"

Dilandau scowled at the authority in her tone. No one told him what to do… no one except Folken and even then he hardly listened to him.

"You will stay here." He walked past her to the door, typing in something on a keypad next to it. The door slid open and he walked out as the door shut behind him and locked, leaving her alone in the darkness once more.

He walked down the halls quickly to where he knew Folken was. That was no accident and he knew it. He'd seen it done before with Hitomi and Allen. He didn't appreciate being a pawn in Folken's game.

Slamming open a door he made his way down a dark hall to the fate alteration chambers.

"FOLKEN!" He screamed as he and Iria came into view. Folken was not happy as it so seemed. He frowned as Dilandau stalked his way up to him, "What in the hell were you thinking?"

Folken's eyebrow twitched slightly in irritation. Things were supposed to go as planned and somehow they managed to stop the fate alteration mechanism. "What do you mean, Dilandau?" He walked passed the fuming boy keeping his composure cool and unflinching.

Dilandau growled as he turned to see Folken walking away from him. "I'm taking her back to Van." He said and he turned back to go to his room.

Folken said nothing as he created a new scheme in his mind.

`Perhaps her return will help things a little bit…'

Dilandau stalked down the halls. One of his Dragon Slayers walked up the same hall. Before he even got to say anything, Dilandau had backhanded him in a way to vent out some of his frustrations. No a little better he walked the rest of the way to him room, leaving the fallen slayer to grasp his cheek as pain throbbed in his new wound.

`Why is it always me he comes across when he's in a bad mood?' Standing up, the dragon slayer continued on his way to the cafeteria.

Dilandau punched in the access code and entered the still dark room. She had moved to the bed. She lay there curled up into a ball under the blood red sheets. He scowled at her back.

"I'm taking you back in the morning." He said. She did not stir but a slight sniff could be heard coming from her. She had been crying.

He inwardly groaned. Shrugging off his bad luck, he tossed off his shoes and his shirt. Taking off his pants, he was left clad in his boxers and socks. Pulling off the socks he slipped into the bed. She tensed when she felt his body gently brush hers as he made himself comfortable. Soon enough he fell asleep and she followed suit, her body relaxing into a more comfortable sleeping stance.

Dream:

"Dilandau…" She moaned as her body moved gently with his. Her nails dug into his skin as she felt her body start to tense. Sharp cries of raw pleasure came from her as the moved on the white silk sheets in the darkness.

"Wait for me…" He groaned as her body contracted around him creating better friction.

"I… I can't!" She cried out her hands tangling in his hair.

"Just a little more…" He panted moving faster as he felt himself come closer to release. His rhythm became erratic as he came closer making her scream in pleasure.

"Now!" He cried as his release hit him, her body milking him as her own release hit her. They shuddered as they rode out the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

Van burst through the room after hearing her scream thinking she was in danger, "Hitomi! Are you…"

He never finished his sentence as his brain processed what he was seeing, "Dilandau… Hitomi…"

End Dream…

She shot up breathing hard and clutching her head.

"No… not again…" She whispered as tremors took over her body, "Why the hell is this happening to me? Why, with all people, with him? Why Dilandau?"

Two hands were placed on her shoulders and she flinched knowing who they belonged to, "Don't touch me!" She snapped viciously pulling out of his contact and further damaging her abdomen. She cried out and doubled over holding her stomach. It didn't hurt as much as earlier but quick movements definitely didn't help to heal it. His strong hands pulled her down onto the bed laying her flat against the mattress. He was irritated and tired. The girl had kept him up unable to sleep. He tried to lift her gown but she grabbed his hand, stopping the action. He growled at her and swatted her hand away, lifting up the gown.

`At least I'm wearing something underneath this thing…'

He pressed his hand against her stomach earning a slight cry.

"Nothing's broken…" He told her disinterestedly, "But, there is slight tissue damage. It will heal in around 2 days." He gently started to massage the injured area.

"What are you doing?" She whispered as the pain started to subside.

"Warming up your muscles. The heat is good to make bruising go down."

She nodded and closed her eyes, allowing the heat to soothe her.

"What did you dream about?" He asked. She had been softly moaning in her sleep and occasionally her hands would fist into the sheets as sweat had started to form on her brow. She had even called out his name a couple times.

Her eyes shot open as a red blush formed on her face. She looked away and stayed quiet.

`Oh, so that's what she was dreaming about…' A wicked smirk came to his face, "So… how was I?"

Her head snapped back to his, looking him straight in the eye as her face took on a red sort of glow, "How did you know?" She said softly as the blush started to fade from her cheeks.

"You were… moaning in your sleep." He replied with a small smirk coming to his face.

"Oh! Uh… well how did you know it was… you?" She asked shyly.

"You said my name a few times." He replied, matter-of-factly.

"O-oh!" She stuttered as her face started to redden once again, "It's cold…"

He nodded and moved closer to her, lifting up the cover to her waist.

"How does it feel?" He asked her.

She blushed again. "Well it's just a dream, jeez! I've never… I mean… I'm still a…"

"I meant the bruise." He smirked as she glowed red.

"It feels better… Thank you."

He nodded, "Do you want to know how it feels?"

She was taken aback. Shock etched onto her features as he leaned down closer towards her, "Dilandau… I… I…"

"I can show you… I can show you how good it feels…" He looked her straight in the eye and lowered himself down her body, his hands no longer massaging her abdomen but instead supporting his weight as he planted butterfly kisses over her neck. Her eyes drifted shut as that familiar heat pooled in her lower belly. His hand pulled down the strap of her gown, leaving feather light touches across her heated flesh. Kneading her breast in his hand, he positioned himself above her, straddling her waist.

She opened her eyes gazing at him through a haze of lust. Her hands came up to his chest as she tried to resist him, "We… we shouldn't… I don't even know you… Dilandau…" She whispered as he lowered his head down to her face.

He brushed his lips against her in a chaste kiss, moving one leg to rest between her thighs. He dipped his tongue in her mouth savoring her sweet taste as his hand moved to her head, angling her face to deepen the kiss. He trailed kisses down her jaw to her chest. He gently suckled on her breast causing the nipple to harden into a bead that he tweaked with his teeth in his mouth. Her hands went to his hair as he continued to torture her. His other hand slid down her body, pulling down the thong as he went along. Freeing her from it, he tossed it aside and moved to torture her other breast. He pulled off his boxers, freeing his proof of arousal. She pulled his head back up to her face and he kissed her softy, lifting her frame off the bed. He pulled the emerald nightgown over her head and continued to kiss her. He coaxed her tongue into battle with his own and soon he was mimicking the action he would soon be performing on her delicate frame. His arousal pressed against her leg but she didn't seem to notice as he laid her gently back down on the scarlet silk sheets. Bringing his other knees between her legs, he rested himself between her thighs. He rubbed himself at her entrance feeling how wet she had become in such a small amount of time.

Slowly pushing himself inside of her, her tightness and her heat overwhelmed him. He groaned as sweat formed on his brow as he kept himself from pounding into her. She grimaced as her body stretched not welcoming such a foreign thing inside of her. He stopped as he reached her hymen.

"This is going to hurt…" He whispered.

He pulled out a bit and quickly thrust in all the way to the hilt. Her nails dug into his back and a cry escaped her lips, tears welling in her eyes. She bit her lip to keep from crying as her body slowly relaxed. He hadn't moved since her cry, awaiting the sign that told him she was all right. She felt so full. Trying to ease some of the pressure, she shifted her lower body, gasping as both pain and pleasure wracked her frame. Dilandau started to move against her, rolling his hips forward as he tangoed his way to euphoria.

The pain subsided gradually as the pleasure intensified with each movement. Sweat glistened on her body as the sounds of heavy breathing, her cries of ecstasy, and flesh slapping against flesh made the music in the room to which they danced.

"You're so… tight… so wet… so hot… so fucking good…" He moaned, burying his head in her neck as their bodies met each other's thrusts.

"Dilandau!" She cried, her hands fisting in the scarlet sheets, "Faster!"

He quickened the pace and bit down into the flesh of her shoulder to keep him from crying out. He was close and he could feel that she was too. Her body started to clench around him and he picked his head up to look at her. Her eyes were shut, he mouth open as gasps and cries of heaven escaped and her head was lolled back as she rode on the waves of raw unadulterated pleasure. His movements became quick and erratic as he felt himself just on the brink of release.

"Hitomi…" He ground out before he lost himself in a swirl of ecstasy. He spilled his hot seed into her. She came right when he did but hers was much louder.

"Dilandau!" She cried out as something remarkably warm spilled into her. Her head pressed back into the pillows she rested on, her hands fisted tightly into the sheets and pulled as her body released in wild rapture. He tried to steady himself on his hands but his strength had left him. He collapsed onto the girl beneath him as they both shook violently from the aftershocks of their release.

He rested his forehead on hers as their breathing went back to normal. He left a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling out of her body.

"That's what it feels like…" He whispered as he spooned himself on her back.

"Thanks for showing me…" He replied, a small smile gracing her features. Nothing felt wrong about what she had done… not to her anyway.

"Thanks for letting me…" He smirked and pulled her more tightly against him.

`That was the best experience I've ever had… I hope we can do it again!'

"So, Hitomi, how does it feel?" He whispered into her hair.

A sly grin crossed her face, "I forgot… why don't you show me again?" She whispered turning in his arms. The look of shock on his face was something that would be in her memory for the rest of her life.

"Really?" He asked dumbfounded.

"Yes… really… but this time… I get to be on top…" She whispered with a naughty grin on her face.

"Fine by me!" He replied rolling onto his back as the girl straddled his waist…