Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Thoughts of Love ❯ Maybe We Shouldn't Have... ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 4
We Really Shouldn't Have.....

READ THIS FIRST: This chapter is going to have some lemony scenes. Nothing too indepth, though. They really arn't doing anthing more then playing around.

Dilandau sat on the bed and put his head in his hands. "Too close. If that hadn't been Chesta...." He trailed off. Chesta was easily enough scared into silence, but some of the others wern't as easily hushed. He felt his beloved Damia's hands around his lean waist. His features softened as he looked upon her beautiful face. A thought struck him. "Damia...." He said. He wasn't smiling, and seemed very serious. "What?" She said, noticing his expression. He didn't answer, but just pushed her to lay on the bed again. She was used to this, so she didn't suspect anything until Dilandau began to pull her shirt off. "Dilandau!!" She gasped, her lovely body begining to tremble. Dilandau immediatly stopped and looked up at her. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked releasing her shirt and begining to massage her cheek, tenderly. Damia was quite shocked when he asked her this. In the past, if she ever got that far into a relationship, the man would usualy do so without asking her. The love she had for him only grew as she was further assured that Dilandau was serious in his love to her. "No, you just surprised me." She said, setting her head back on the pillow. Dilandau looked at her for a moment before slowly begining to pull at her shirt again. She tried to calm her racing heart. She felt Dilandau's hands slip her light viole undershirt over her head. They then began to work at the fasteners of her bra. He was watching her face carefully just as she was watching him. He looked ready to stop at once if she wanted him to. She relaxed a bit at this thought. Dilandau didn't want to hurt her in any way. After what seemed like hours, he had finally succeded in removing her bra and tossed it aside with the shirt. His shirt soon came off as well. For a moment he just gazed at her naked top. He was just thinking that she was VERY well endowed, when she shifted uncomfortably. He realize that he had been staring. His expression changed. He looked down one her with a grin, and then attacked her. He hungrily claimed her mouth, and slipped his tounge into her mouth. He explored her mouth before moving down on her. He kissed and gently bit on her neck. A pleasured moan escaped her lips and he smiled in satisfation. Still moving down, he soon came to her breasts. He began to bite gently at the nipples and kiss them. Damia couldn't ever remember feeling this much love for one person. Dilandau was so gentle with her, and he never did anything she didn't want. He stopped when she wanted him to stop. Well, every time except when he tickled her. Then, as if reading her mind, he tickled her with his tounge. His grin suddenly got wider and he sat up, straddling her waist. He took her arms and traped her writs between his bent knees. "What are you-" But before she could finish, Dilandau had began to tickle her bare top. "You little prick!" She teased. "You insult your commander!?" He said with mock anger. "Now you must be punished!" He teased and tickled her sides. Damia wasn't sure how he had known that her sides where her most ticklish spots. She thrashed and squirmed, trying to get away from the tourturing hands of her lover. He finally stoped after he noticed that the activity was wearing her out. "Are you sleepy, my dear?" He asked, releasing her wrists. She nodded and yawned. "Well then, we should go to bed." He climbed off of her and took off the rough leather pants and boots of his armore, left only in his cotton pants. Damia had begun to put her bra and shirt back on. Dilandau took them from her and tossed them into the corner. "What are you doing? Do you want me to go back to my room half naked?" She asked, trying to pull out of Dilandau's arms and retrieve her clothes. "Who's going back?" He asked. He put out the torches that lit his room, and pulled Damia under the covers with him. She only struggled for a moment, but soon settled down and cuddled up next to him. "Maybe we shouldn't have...." She started, but trailed off. "It wasn't that serious, but I see your point. Do you..... regret it." He asked her, his hand was stroking her bare breasts as if trying to add some effect to what he had said. She considered this for a moment, but then shook her head. "Not really." That was the last thing said between them before they both drifted off to sleep in one-anothers arms.

Note from the Author: Okay, so I'v been reading to many fan fics. Sue me. I wrote this chapter to further establish their relationship. For those of you who have not yet figured it out, THEY ARE IN LOVE!!!!! Thank you. Thank you very much.