Deus Ex Machina - Chapter 12/? - RATED R
Title: Deus Ex Machina - The Instruments of Fate
Chapter: 12/?
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC, NinoxOC, AibaxOC + other background pairings
Rating: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED R
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Chapter Twelve - I Won’t Make You
And it's been hours now to be here like this
Just to lay you down and just to taste your lips
And just to keep me up
God I'm tired of sleeping
Just to lay inside you and just to know this feeling
I wanna feel through you tonight
But I won't make you
Something Corporate - I Won't Make You
It wasn’t a big deal. MatsuJun had explained everything to her perfectly, there was nothing to worry about. If that was true then why was she terrified right now. She stood staring at the shoji door trying desperately not to project her thoughts lest he hear her and calm down her racing heart. The light was on inside and she could see his shadow moving around through the thin paper of the door. She didn’t know which she was more frightened of, the pain or the fact that she might not be able to control herself around him. She was scared but she was also excited, that feeling you get when the roller coaster climbs to the very top and hangs for just a second before plummeting down, that nervous thrill of danger fluttering somewhere deep inside.
“Listen,” MatsuJun had said as he steered her into his room for privacy. Juns’ room was as expected, covered in mirrors. He’d managed to wedge a vanity table into the small quarters along with his bed which happened to be lavishly covered in rich looking purple blankets and gold decorative pillows. The vanity table contained more styling products, cologne and various accessories than she’d ever seen in any girls room. Aside from the huge mirror adorning the table there were smaller decorative mirrors arranged in pleasing clusters along the walls and a portrait of himself painted in what she recognized to be Ohno’s style hanging above his bed. The whole room was ridiculous and yet so Jun that Aubrey couldn’t help but laugh before he could say anything else to her.
“Vain much?” She asked looking around in disbelief. He had more things packed into his room than the other four combined.
“Enjoying myself is not a crime,” he said with narrowed eyes. “So here is the deal, Leader got way run down in the fight with Johnny. He needs energy and I’ve pretty much had to confine him to his room to keep him from pouncing me or anyone else.”
“Why didn’t you just give it to him?” She asked horrified. Why would MatsuJun purposefully deny Ohno the one thing he needed to not hurt people?
“I want you to do it,” He said with a cheshire like grin. She felt anticipation shoot up her spine, almost a premonition. MatsuJun was up to something, he knew something she didn’t and he was doing this on purpose.
“Why?”
“There’s a theory Sho has about sources and psychics that I want to test out.”
“It’s not fair to torture Ohno in the process,” She said reproachfully.
“He’s fine,” Jun brushed her concern off with a flourish of his wrist. “Besides, secretly you want to do it don’t you?” How did he know everything? Maybe Jun was lying to her and he was actually omnipotent because it seemed like he always knew exactly what she was thinking. She did want to do it, but she was afraid to. The pain had been almost unbearable last time and she was afraid to make Ohno feel guilty if she accidentally screamed of struggled.
“Is there a way to make it hurt less?” She asked nervously. He grinned at her in a way that made her sorry she’d asked.
“The trick,” He said chuckling to himself, “Is to not fight it. She stared at him blankly. How could she not fight it when he was drawing out of her one of the very things that kept her living and the electric pain that came with it was more than enough to make anyone clench up. “You braced yourself right? He came at you and you clamped up and tried to resist. Don’t resist.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you,” Aubrey said suspiciously. He looked far to amused to be telling her the whole truth.
“Trust me. If you give to him freely, it actually feels...” He trailed off shaking his head, “Well, you’ll see.”
“What is the theory?”
“Huh?”
“Sho’s theory about Sources and Psychics,” Jun slid his door open and shooed her out into the hallway.
“That would be telling,” He said with a wink and slammed his door closed briskly. And now here she was, standing outside Ohno’s room trying to relax as Jun had instructed, but it was going to be near impossible if she was this worked up already. Even just the thought of being alone with him behind a closed door was enough to send her body into overdrive. When had she become so out of control? Boys weren’t something that usually occupied space in her brain and yet for some reason when she thought of Ohno she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his skin beneath her palms; she’d never wanted to touch someone so much in her life. Aubrey filled her head with books, with languages and theories and cultures and history. There wasn’t any space for anything else but she couldn’t bare this wanton feeling inside herself. Not to mention she was so inexperienced. The thought of wanting to touch Ohno was laughable since she wouldn’t even know what to do if he asked her to.
Why are you even thinking about this? She thought to herself angrily. She was only here so he could take energy from her, she was already letting herself get too out of control. Mustering all the courage she had she slipped inside his room.
Ohno was sitting cross-legged on the floor hunched over a mess of wires strewn across his lap, his long artistic fingers busy stripping the ends and expertly weaving the correct colours together. At the sound of the sliding door he looked up earnestly, hungrily, but his expression turned to horror when he realized it was Aubrey standing there instead of Jun and what she meant to do.
“No,” He moaned, burying his face in his hands, “Not you.”
“Hello to you too,” she said sarcastically, all her foolish fantasies crushed in an instant when she saw how completely and utterly he did not want to see her right now.
“Leave,” He said through his fingers, his voice thick with disgust. “Go and send Jun in please.” She could see how tired he was. Just like in the library he could barely hold himself up; his slouching posture disintegrated into just plain sagging as he leaned back against the bed frame for support. His eyelids seemed to be weighed down as he looked up at her pleading.
“Jun asked me to help you today,” She said gently, still not daring to move from the doorway. He was getting up slowly, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible, looking around the four walls of his room as if there must be another exit besides the one that Aubrey was blocking. His lean frame was trembling all over with want and need yet he still backed away from her stubbornly.
“Please don’t make me do this.” His anxiety was contagious and all at once Aubrey could think of nothing but the pain. If Ohno was this worried about it then It couldn’t be just as easy as ‘not fighting it’ as Jun had suggested. She gave him the benefit of a doubt though and willed herself to calm down. MatsuJun had never lied to her, if anything he’d always been nothing if not brutally honest so why would he lie about this. Maybe if she showed Ohno that she could be calm, he would let her do this.
“I think Jun deserves a break don’t you?” She tried to reason rationally, “You said yourself that I was a Source, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t be able to do this for you.”
“I was delirious when I said that-”
“There’s not a good reason right?” She’d managed to cross half the room, making slow progress though Ohno continued to match her step for step until he came up short against the wall. “You won’t hurt me.” She said confidently though inside she felt like she might fall apart any second now. His face was an expressionless mask as struggled with himself, biting his bottom lip softly in confusion. Though he was almost stoic on the outside his hands were balled into fists at his sides, his knuckles white, showing the conflict his expression would not betray. He was just shutting down again refusing to respond, going somewhere deep inside himself where he thought both the need and Aubrey couldn’t reach. His eyes weren’t even seeing her anymore.
“Your resolve is amazing,” She said shaking her head. How had this started last time? What had drawn him into the library when he could have just as easily sought Jun? You are projecting your thoughts quite loudly, he’d said when he’d slid down next to her in library. Had he followed them to her then? She didn’t know how it worked, could he hear everything she was thinking or did she have to think particularly hard on something for him to be able to pick up on it. Aubrey took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on Ohno she recalled as vividly as she could the scene in the library. She remembered the smell of mildewing paper all around them, the glide of his fingertips over the delicate skin on the inside of her wrists, the warmth of his body so close and the forbidden thrill of the unknown deep inside her. He exhaled in ragged gasp, eyes clouding over with heat. He was definitely hearing her. She concentrated on the solid feel of his chest in the genkan and the warmth of his lips on her skin; the low rasp his voice took on when he began to unravel.
“Stop,” but his plea was weak as she could directly see the results of her thoughts all over him; in the quickening rise and fall of his chest, the way his tongue darted out to wet his now parted lips. She thought of anything she could to make him want to come closer except the pain she’d felt; and it was working. He’d pushed off the wall being drawn irresistibly closer by the trail her mind was was leading him down. He was in front of her now, wound up like a top but she couldn’t read his eyes; inside their depths were all the mysteries of the universe. They were almost exactly the same height; face to face, eye to eye. Perfectly aligned. Wordlessly she swept her mess of curls over her shoulder, exposing her neck to him, trying to squash the multitude of vampire cliches popping into her head and closed her eyes when she felt the pad of his thumb graze over the spot near her collarbone that was still cold to the touch. She was waiting to feel his lips touch that place again.
Instead he kissed her. The wet slide of his lips over hers and the feeling of his hands cupping her face so tenderly almost overwhelmed her, knocking her breathless. His fingers snared in her hair, curling at the nape drawing her closer still as he helplessly pressed his body into hers. She was aching for him everywhere, not being able to stop her hands from bunching in the hem of his shirt; raking it up to feel the velvety skin underneath. His tongue swept along her lower lip teasingly, seeking permission and she opened herself to him allowing him to deepen the kiss, mapping out all the angles of her mouth and the places that would make her gasp.
All the while she could feel him all around her, Ohno, his thoughts and feelings and sensations flooding through her and she finally realized what he meant when he said she was projecting. Somehow the effect had been reversed and she could hear his mind. She could feel his desperation but not for any life giving energy, it was for her alone; to touch and taste and feel her. She could feel when he rolled his hips against hers and saw stars.
When they broke apart it’s because they both needed to breathe. He nosed at her cheeks not wanting to loose the contact of her skin and she could feel him shuddering again as her fingers skimmed over his lean stomach up to his chest, stopping there. She pressed her palm flat against where she could feel his heart racing. It was all too much too soon but Aubrey lost the will to stop a long time ago. She tilted her head, ghosting her lips over his jaw and trailing kisses down his neck where his skin was on fire. He tipped his head back with a groan and she could feel the heaviness of his arousal against her hip every time he moved his body against hers. His hands moved to tug at her waist, propelling them both backwards to collapse on his bed.
“Aubrey,” His voice was husky as he bent down to capture her lips again, moaning into her mouth as her hesitant fingers reached out to touch over the front of his jeans. She didn’t know what she was doing and he didn’t seem to really know either, they were both reacting purely instinctual. He pulled back to look into her eyes. “I don’t- I’ve never...” He couldn’t seem to make the words come out right.
“Do you want to?” She asked and he smiled at all her innocence. It was very much apparent that he wanted to, she could feel how much he wanted to in her mind. She lay back against the pillow hair fanned out all around her and let her arms fall back too, hands by her head completely defenseless and watched him bite his lip to keep from making any noise of desire as he crawled up over her body, hovering to gaze down at her. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered. Clothing was shed urgently; his lips and teeth charting every inch of newly exposed skin. When he rocked against her for the first time without any unforgiving fabric between them they both cried out, Aubrey arching to meet him and melting together in dizzying passion. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue before moving to suck at the delicate hollow of her throat, his thin artists hands moving over her breasts, grazing low on her stomach.
“Please- Inside,” she gasped the pressure building up inside her becoming too much but he was already moving even before she’d spoken out loud aligning his hips and pushing in slowly. It was painful; she turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut and just trying to breathe. His lips found her temples, her cheeks, her jaw; raining light kisses over her face as he used incredible will power to remain still, buried up to the hilt, waiting for her to adjust. She wrapped her arms around his neck thrusting her own hips up to meet him, causing him gasp out her name like a curse and then he was moving; every thrust sharp and deep as if he had perfect control over every muscle in his body. Aubrey was lost completely in sensation as skin met skin, mind met mind and there was something white hot and blinding building between them.
“Satoshi,” She gasped out causing his rhythm to falter, become disjointed and urgent, speeding up and rocking into her with a low cry. He sought her hand through it all, threading their fingers and squeezing as his lips sought her neck looking for the pulse point and her vision exploded. Now Aubrey understood what that electric feeling of giving energy was for, like her veins were live wires. Her whole body contracted, tipping over the edge and bringing him with her the connection of their minds flaring like a supernova and the echoes of each others passion reverberated through each of them; climaxing in a shuddering, gasping tangle of their entwined bodies.
“Please tell me that is not how MatsuJun gives you energy.” She said into the warmth of his neck, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they lay still entangled later when both of them could think properly again. Aubrey was basking in her very first afterglow, feeling it reaffirmed in the happiness Ohno was projecting back sleepily. He was unwilling to stop touching her, trailing over the curve of her waist, palming at her hip, tracing the arch of her spine; committing every inch of her body to memory. She was content to snuggle into his chest and let him do as he pleased, still feeling the solid steady thump of his heart under her palm. When he laughed at her comment she could hear it rumble under her ear.
“Of course not,” he said tucking a stray curl behind her ear, “No, that was-completely different.” His fingers moved to trace abstract patterns over her back, designs that only he could know and Aubrey closed her eyes to imagine them; like trying to map distant constellations. “You seduced me,” He accused.
“I did not!” Aubrey laughed.
“You did!” he insisted, “Did you really think that when you projected those thoughts it wouldn’t have that effect on me? That I could control myself when suddenly bombarded in the most vivid detail with things I wanted to do more than anything?”
“It’s not my fault you’re a pervert,” She teased, “I just didn’t want you to starve to death-”
“Baka,” He laughed, drawing her up into a lazy kiss. She felt a piercing sweetness inside of her, it was almost a confession, almost but not quite. It really hadn’t been her intention to let things get this out of control, she’d just meant to convince him to let her help him. Aubrey could not regret it though, not when she was warm in his arms and she could feel his body stirring again, tightening, as they both remembered of just what those thoughts were that lead to his unravelling. For once she would not try to analyze or control of fix anything, imperfect as they were, she would just be and hope that she never had to give a name to this feeling blossoming inside her. She would not regret anything.
Chapter: 12/?
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC, NinoxOC, AibaxOC + other background pairings
Rating: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED R
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Chapter Twelve - I Won’t Make You
And it's been hours now to be here like this
Just to lay you down and just to taste your lips
And just to keep me up
God I'm tired of sleeping
Just to lay inside you and just to know this feeling
I wanna feel through you tonight
But I won't make you
Something Corporate - I Won't Make You
It wasn’t a big deal. MatsuJun had explained everything to her perfectly, there was nothing to worry about. If that was true then why was she terrified right now. She stood staring at the shoji door trying desperately not to project her thoughts lest he hear her and calm down her racing heart. The light was on inside and she could see his shadow moving around through the thin paper of the door. She didn’t know which she was more frightened of, the pain or the fact that she might not be able to control herself around him. She was scared but she was also excited, that feeling you get when the roller coaster climbs to the very top and hangs for just a second before plummeting down, that nervous thrill of danger fluttering somewhere deep inside.
“Listen,” MatsuJun had said as he steered her into his room for privacy. Juns’ room was as expected, covered in mirrors. He’d managed to wedge a vanity table into the small quarters along with his bed which happened to be lavishly covered in rich looking purple blankets and gold decorative pillows. The vanity table contained more styling products, cologne and various accessories than she’d ever seen in any girls room. Aside from the huge mirror adorning the table there were smaller decorative mirrors arranged in pleasing clusters along the walls and a portrait of himself painted in what she recognized to be Ohno’s style hanging above his bed. The whole room was ridiculous and yet so Jun that Aubrey couldn’t help but laugh before he could say anything else to her.
“Vain much?” She asked looking around in disbelief. He had more things packed into his room than the other four combined.
“Enjoying myself is not a crime,” he said with narrowed eyes. “So here is the deal, Leader got way run down in the fight with Johnny. He needs energy and I’ve pretty much had to confine him to his room to keep him from pouncing me or anyone else.”
“Why didn’t you just give it to him?” She asked horrified. Why would MatsuJun purposefully deny Ohno the one thing he needed to not hurt people?
“I want you to do it,” He said with a cheshire like grin. She felt anticipation shoot up her spine, almost a premonition. MatsuJun was up to something, he knew something she didn’t and he was doing this on purpose.
“Why?”
“There’s a theory Sho has about sources and psychics that I want to test out.”
“It’s not fair to torture Ohno in the process,” She said reproachfully.
“He’s fine,” Jun brushed her concern off with a flourish of his wrist. “Besides, secretly you want to do it don’t you?” How did he know everything? Maybe Jun was lying to her and he was actually omnipotent because it seemed like he always knew exactly what she was thinking. She did want to do it, but she was afraid to. The pain had been almost unbearable last time and she was afraid to make Ohno feel guilty if she accidentally screamed of struggled.
“Is there a way to make it hurt less?” She asked nervously. He grinned at her in a way that made her sorry she’d asked.
“The trick,” He said chuckling to himself, “Is to not fight it. She stared at him blankly. How could she not fight it when he was drawing out of her one of the very things that kept her living and the electric pain that came with it was more than enough to make anyone clench up. “You braced yourself right? He came at you and you clamped up and tried to resist. Don’t resist.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you,” Aubrey said suspiciously. He looked far to amused to be telling her the whole truth.
“Trust me. If you give to him freely, it actually feels...” He trailed off shaking his head, “Well, you’ll see.”
“What is the theory?”
“Huh?”
“Sho’s theory about Sources and Psychics,” Jun slid his door open and shooed her out into the hallway.
“That would be telling,” He said with a wink and slammed his door closed briskly. And now here she was, standing outside Ohno’s room trying to relax as Jun had instructed, but it was going to be near impossible if she was this worked up already. Even just the thought of being alone with him behind a closed door was enough to send her body into overdrive. When had she become so out of control? Boys weren’t something that usually occupied space in her brain and yet for some reason when she thought of Ohno she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his skin beneath her palms; she’d never wanted to touch someone so much in her life. Aubrey filled her head with books, with languages and theories and cultures and history. There wasn’t any space for anything else but she couldn’t bare this wanton feeling inside herself. Not to mention she was so inexperienced. The thought of wanting to touch Ohno was laughable since she wouldn’t even know what to do if he asked her to.
Why are you even thinking about this? She thought to herself angrily. She was only here so he could take energy from her, she was already letting herself get too out of control. Mustering all the courage she had she slipped inside his room.
Ohno was sitting cross-legged on the floor hunched over a mess of wires strewn across his lap, his long artistic fingers busy stripping the ends and expertly weaving the correct colours together. At the sound of the sliding door he looked up earnestly, hungrily, but his expression turned to horror when he realized it was Aubrey standing there instead of Jun and what she meant to do.
“No,” He moaned, burying his face in his hands, “Not you.”
“Hello to you too,” she said sarcastically, all her foolish fantasies crushed in an instant when she saw how completely and utterly he did not want to see her right now.
“Leave,” He said through his fingers, his voice thick with disgust. “Go and send Jun in please.” She could see how tired he was. Just like in the library he could barely hold himself up; his slouching posture disintegrated into just plain sagging as he leaned back against the bed frame for support. His eyelids seemed to be weighed down as he looked up at her pleading.
“Jun asked me to help you today,” She said gently, still not daring to move from the doorway. He was getting up slowly, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible, looking around the four walls of his room as if there must be another exit besides the one that Aubrey was blocking. His lean frame was trembling all over with want and need yet he still backed away from her stubbornly.
“Please don’t make me do this.” His anxiety was contagious and all at once Aubrey could think of nothing but the pain. If Ohno was this worried about it then It couldn’t be just as easy as ‘not fighting it’ as Jun had suggested. She gave him the benefit of a doubt though and willed herself to calm down. MatsuJun had never lied to her, if anything he’d always been nothing if not brutally honest so why would he lie about this. Maybe if she showed Ohno that she could be calm, he would let her do this.
“I think Jun deserves a break don’t you?” She tried to reason rationally, “You said yourself that I was a Source, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t be able to do this for you.”
“I was delirious when I said that-”
“There’s not a good reason right?” She’d managed to cross half the room, making slow progress though Ohno continued to match her step for step until he came up short against the wall. “You won’t hurt me.” She said confidently though inside she felt like she might fall apart any second now. His face was an expressionless mask as struggled with himself, biting his bottom lip softly in confusion. Though he was almost stoic on the outside his hands were balled into fists at his sides, his knuckles white, showing the conflict his expression would not betray. He was just shutting down again refusing to respond, going somewhere deep inside himself where he thought both the need and Aubrey couldn’t reach. His eyes weren’t even seeing her anymore.
“Your resolve is amazing,” She said shaking her head. How had this started last time? What had drawn him into the library when he could have just as easily sought Jun? You are projecting your thoughts quite loudly, he’d said when he’d slid down next to her in library. Had he followed them to her then? She didn’t know how it worked, could he hear everything she was thinking or did she have to think particularly hard on something for him to be able to pick up on it. Aubrey took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on Ohno she recalled as vividly as she could the scene in the library. She remembered the smell of mildewing paper all around them, the glide of his fingertips over the delicate skin on the inside of her wrists, the warmth of his body so close and the forbidden thrill of the unknown deep inside her. He exhaled in ragged gasp, eyes clouding over with heat. He was definitely hearing her. She concentrated on the solid feel of his chest in the genkan and the warmth of his lips on her skin; the low rasp his voice took on when he began to unravel.
“Stop,” but his plea was weak as she could directly see the results of her thoughts all over him; in the quickening rise and fall of his chest, the way his tongue darted out to wet his now parted lips. She thought of anything she could to make him want to come closer except the pain she’d felt; and it was working. He’d pushed off the wall being drawn irresistibly closer by the trail her mind was was leading him down. He was in front of her now, wound up like a top but she couldn’t read his eyes; inside their depths were all the mysteries of the universe. They were almost exactly the same height; face to face, eye to eye. Perfectly aligned. Wordlessly she swept her mess of curls over her shoulder, exposing her neck to him, trying to squash the multitude of vampire cliches popping into her head and closed her eyes when she felt the pad of his thumb graze over the spot near her collarbone that was still cold to the touch. She was waiting to feel his lips touch that place again.
Instead he kissed her. The wet slide of his lips over hers and the feeling of his hands cupping her face so tenderly almost overwhelmed her, knocking her breathless. His fingers snared in her hair, curling at the nape drawing her closer still as he helplessly pressed his body into hers. She was aching for him everywhere, not being able to stop her hands from bunching in the hem of his shirt; raking it up to feel the velvety skin underneath. His tongue swept along her lower lip teasingly, seeking permission and she opened herself to him allowing him to deepen the kiss, mapping out all the angles of her mouth and the places that would make her gasp.
All the while she could feel him all around her, Ohno, his thoughts and feelings and sensations flooding through her and she finally realized what he meant when he said she was projecting. Somehow the effect had been reversed and she could hear his mind. She could feel his desperation but not for any life giving energy, it was for her alone; to touch and taste and feel her. She could feel when he rolled his hips against hers and saw stars.
When they broke apart it’s because they both needed to breathe. He nosed at her cheeks not wanting to loose the contact of her skin and she could feel him shuddering again as her fingers skimmed over his lean stomach up to his chest, stopping there. She pressed her palm flat against where she could feel his heart racing. It was all too much too soon but Aubrey lost the will to stop a long time ago. She tilted her head, ghosting her lips over his jaw and trailing kisses down his neck where his skin was on fire. He tipped his head back with a groan and she could feel the heaviness of his arousal against her hip every time he moved his body against hers. His hands moved to tug at her waist, propelling them both backwards to collapse on his bed.
“Aubrey,” His voice was husky as he bent down to capture her lips again, moaning into her mouth as her hesitant fingers reached out to touch over the front of his jeans. She didn’t know what she was doing and he didn’t seem to really know either, they were both reacting purely instinctual. He pulled back to look into her eyes. “I don’t- I’ve never...” He couldn’t seem to make the words come out right.
“Do you want to?” She asked and he smiled at all her innocence. It was very much apparent that he wanted to, she could feel how much he wanted to in her mind. She lay back against the pillow hair fanned out all around her and let her arms fall back too, hands by her head completely defenseless and watched him bite his lip to keep from making any noise of desire as he crawled up over her body, hovering to gaze down at her. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered. Clothing was shed urgently; his lips and teeth charting every inch of newly exposed skin. When he rocked against her for the first time without any unforgiving fabric between them they both cried out, Aubrey arching to meet him and melting together in dizzying passion. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue before moving to suck at the delicate hollow of her throat, his thin artists hands moving over her breasts, grazing low on her stomach.
“Please- Inside,” she gasped the pressure building up inside her becoming too much but he was already moving even before she’d spoken out loud aligning his hips and pushing in slowly. It was painful; she turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut and just trying to breathe. His lips found her temples, her cheeks, her jaw; raining light kisses over her face as he used incredible will power to remain still, buried up to the hilt, waiting for her to adjust. She wrapped her arms around his neck thrusting her own hips up to meet him, causing him gasp out her name like a curse and then he was moving; every thrust sharp and deep as if he had perfect control over every muscle in his body. Aubrey was lost completely in sensation as skin met skin, mind met mind and there was something white hot and blinding building between them.
“Satoshi,” She gasped out causing his rhythm to falter, become disjointed and urgent, speeding up and rocking into her with a low cry. He sought her hand through it all, threading their fingers and squeezing as his lips sought her neck looking for the pulse point and her vision exploded. Now Aubrey understood what that electric feeling of giving energy was for, like her veins were live wires. Her whole body contracted, tipping over the edge and bringing him with her the connection of their minds flaring like a supernova and the echoes of each others passion reverberated through each of them; climaxing in a shuddering, gasping tangle of their entwined bodies.
“Please tell me that is not how MatsuJun gives you energy.” She said into the warmth of his neck, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they lay still entangled later when both of them could think properly again. Aubrey was basking in her very first afterglow, feeling it reaffirmed in the happiness Ohno was projecting back sleepily. He was unwilling to stop touching her, trailing over the curve of her waist, palming at her hip, tracing the arch of her spine; committing every inch of her body to memory. She was content to snuggle into his chest and let him do as he pleased, still feeling the solid steady thump of his heart under her palm. When he laughed at her comment she could hear it rumble under her ear.
“Of course not,” he said tucking a stray curl behind her ear, “No, that was-completely different.” His fingers moved to trace abstract patterns over her back, designs that only he could know and Aubrey closed her eyes to imagine them; like trying to map distant constellations. “You seduced me,” He accused.
“I did not!” Aubrey laughed.
“You did!” he insisted, “Did you really think that when you projected those thoughts it wouldn’t have that effect on me? That I could control myself when suddenly bombarded in the most vivid detail with things I wanted to do more than anything?”
“It’s not my fault you’re a pervert,” She teased, “I just didn’t want you to starve to death-”
“Baka,” He laughed, drawing her up into a lazy kiss. She felt a piercing sweetness inside of her, it was almost a confession, almost but not quite. It really hadn’t been her intention to let things get this out of control, she’d just meant to convince him to let her help him. Aubrey could not regret it though, not when she was warm in his arms and she could feel his body stirring again, tightening, as they both remembered of just what those thoughts were that lead to his unravelling. For once she would not try to analyze or control of fix anything, imperfect as they were, she would just be and hope that she never had to give a name to this feeling blossoming inside her. She would not regret anything.