Third Period: Math
Mooooooore smuuuuuuut!! Only managed 7 drabbles today cause I got distracted by Mozart, that sexy man. I got caught up with playing one of his Sonatas. Like, an actual piece of music. With my fingers. On a piano. Where I pressed keys, triggering hammer actions that struck metal strings at a certain tension which produced certain musical sounds. (Argh, I'm getting reeally paranoid here because everything just seems like a double entendre...WHICH IS NOT THE CASE HERE. I ONLY MADE LOVE TO PLAYED MY BOYFRIEND, FRANZI PIANO, PERIOD.)
Warning: Still smutty. Still for mature audiences.
Third Period: Math
a. Problem
Usagi’s problem was that she wanted Mamoru, atop her, beneath her, inside her. She didn’t care how she had him, as long as he touched her, with his hands, his mouth, his silky hardness. She blushed at the thought, not knowing how she should label that particular part, even in her own thoughts. That was a problem, too, one she needed to overcome, and fast.
But her biggest problem yet was how Mamoru knew exactly how she wanted him, and with every stroke, every slide, every moan, he took away her want and replaced it with need.
b. Solution
(This one got rambly. But at least it has plot. Or not. And helloooo, amethysth, whose U/M smut virginity I've taken with these intellectually artistic interpretations. Your epic reviews are longer than some of these drabbles. XD ♥)
Usagi bit back a wince as she approached Mamoru, who was looking harrowed in his seat at the far end of the nightclub. She had badgered him to take her here as a coming-of-age present, but as soon as they had entered the crowded establishment with blaring music and little ventilation, Usagi had wanted to go home. But she was the one who insisted in the first place, and, chin held high, she had refused to turn back. Now, watching the way Mamoru was practically brooding in his corner, Usagi regretted being so stubborn; she would have preferred to spent the night in his apartment, cuddled up with her Mamo-chan, her favourite movie, and her tub of chocolate ice-cream.
“Sorry I took so long,” she started, trying to smile. At least the music wasn’t so loud here, and she could actually hear herself without having to shout. “The bathroom queue was impossibly-”
“Oh good, you’re back!”
He reached for her, grabbing her wrist and settling her on his lap. Usagi blinked, finding herself nose-to-nose with him, his warm breath on her lips, making her toes curl. Then he kissed her, dipping his tongue into her mouth, drawing out her whimpers. When he pulled away, she was more than a little breathless.
“I guess you missed me, then,” she murmured as he kissed her jaw. Perhaps the evening could be salvaged, after all.
“You have no idea.” His voice was chocolate, and she could feel his arousal against her own. “When you were gone, a random girl tried to approach me. She didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t interested.”
Usagi couldn’t help giggling. Well, that explained his hunted look. “So, you have your very own fangirl. Did you get her name?”
“Aimee, or Sammy-something like that.” He shrugged, running his hands along her body. “There was a lot of...squealing. Usako, promise you’ll never leave me like this again.”
“Only if you promise never to indulge my stupid ideas again. To think we could’ve spent the night doing...things...together.”
Mamoru chuckled. “I think I have the perfect solution.” His fingers toyed with the thin straps of her dress, before drifting down and around. She jumped at his touch, and he laughed again, low and silky.
“Mamo-chan...” She closed her eyes when he found her panties, teasing the wetness there. “We’re in public...”
“Well, my Usako...” His slipped a finger inside her, making her whimper. “The loud music is certainly a part of the solution.”
c. Sum
“Mamo-chan, why do you always look at me, like that?”
Her heart fluttered when he regarded her with his quiet intensity, the same one that had inspired her question.
“Because you’re beautiful,” was the first thing he said, drawing her towards him for a kiss, on her forehead, her nose, her lips. “And it’s a shame to cover such beauty.”
She remained silent when her shirt, her skirt, her second skin, fell.
“Because you’re delicious,” was next, as he tasted her neck, her breasts, the flat of her stomach, her legs. “I really can’t get enough.”
She moaned softly when he kissed, and licked, and sucked.
“Because you’re hot”-he was inside, groaning-“and wet”-his breath caught-“and so, unbelievably tight.”
She cried out when she saw stars, and moons, and the ocean of his eyes.
“To sum it up, you’re...Usako.” He pulled her against him, holding her eyes with that look. “Does that answer your question?”
“I’m not sure,” she finally said. “I think you should try explaining again.”
d. Remainder
“Hmm, what shall I do with the remainder of this?”
Drifting in her post-orgasmic bliss, it was easy for Mamoru to keep Usagi spread open, his fingers lingering among her juices.
“Shall I bottle it up, and rub your essence all over me?”
Mamoru smeared her across his chest.
“Shall I inhale here, and take your scent into me?”
Mamoru softly blew on her mass of curls.
“Or shall I smile at my good fortune, and then dive in for seconds?”
Mamoru brought his coated finger to his lips, sucking it lightly.
“Yes, I think I shall do just that.”
e. Product
Usagi was initially speechless when Mamoru walked in on her, playing with a particular new...product...she had acquired out of curiosity-and her silence was not just because she had been so close. Her surprise quickly turned into embarrassment, then apprehension, as his eyes darkened and he closed their distance with quick, decisive strides. But the surprise returned when, instead of a disparaging remark, or, even worse, calm disappointment, Mamoru simply undressed himself and joined her on their bed.
Then he had lain against the pillows, pulled her atop him, facing away, plunged into her from behind and beneath, and brought the still-buzzing vibrator to her most sensitive spot.
And Usagi learned the product provided much better results than advertised.
f. Tangent
Mamoru had been ranting about something-Usagi would never know what-when she tutted at him and declared in sing-song voice, “Mamo-chan’s going on a tangent!”
But Usagi remembered his next words very well, down to the last syllable: “No, Usako, ‘tangent’ comes from the Latin ‘tangere’, which means ‘to touch’.”
And Usagi received a very precise demonstration of exactly what constituted a ‘tangent’.
g. Fraction
It is insignificant, really, just a small fraction of their lives. Just a few seconds, just longer than the crescent moon, travelling to earth and through a slit in the curtains, gleaming on their bodies; just shorter than the haze of transformation, the blazing silver and golden crystals conjuring ribbons and feathers, capes and roses; just enough for a drop of blood to leave the heart and travel along arms, waists, the curve of her breasts, the dimple on his back, their entwined legs, where lips meet skin, where skin meets heat, and back to the heart, exhausted, albeit fulfilled.
But that insignificant moment when they rise and fall together, clenching and releasing in time, voices harmonious and breaths as one; that small fraction of their lives, is eternal.
Warning: Still smutty. Still for mature audiences.
Third Period: Math
a. Problem
Usagi’s problem was that she wanted Mamoru, atop her, beneath her, inside her. She didn’t care how she had him, as long as he touched her, with his hands, his mouth, his silky hardness. She blushed at the thought, not knowing how she should label that particular part, even in her own thoughts. That was a problem, too, one she needed to overcome, and fast.
But her biggest problem yet was how Mamoru knew exactly how she wanted him, and with every stroke, every slide, every moan, he took away her want and replaced it with need.
b. Solution
(This one got rambly. But at least it has plot. Or not. And helloooo, amethysth, whose U/M smut virginity I've taken with these intellectually artistic interpretations. Your epic reviews are longer than some of these drabbles. XD ♥)
Usagi bit back a wince as she approached Mamoru, who was looking harrowed in his seat at the far end of the nightclub. She had badgered him to take her here as a coming-of-age present, but as soon as they had entered the crowded establishment with blaring music and little ventilation, Usagi had wanted to go home. But she was the one who insisted in the first place, and, chin held high, she had refused to turn back. Now, watching the way Mamoru was practically brooding in his corner, Usagi regretted being so stubborn; she would have preferred to spent the night in his apartment, cuddled up with her Mamo-chan, her favourite movie, and her tub of chocolate ice-cream.
“Sorry I took so long,” she started, trying to smile. At least the music wasn’t so loud here, and she could actually hear herself without having to shout. “The bathroom queue was impossibly-”
“Oh good, you’re back!”
He reached for her, grabbing her wrist and settling her on his lap. Usagi blinked, finding herself nose-to-nose with him, his warm breath on her lips, making her toes curl. Then he kissed her, dipping his tongue into her mouth, drawing out her whimpers. When he pulled away, she was more than a little breathless.
“I guess you missed me, then,” she murmured as he kissed her jaw. Perhaps the evening could be salvaged, after all.
“You have no idea.” His voice was chocolate, and she could feel his arousal against her own. “When you were gone, a random girl tried to approach me. She didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t interested.”
Usagi couldn’t help giggling. Well, that explained his hunted look. “So, you have your very own fangirl. Did you get her name?”
“Aimee, or Sammy-something like that.” He shrugged, running his hands along her body. “There was a lot of...squealing. Usako, promise you’ll never leave me like this again.”
“Only if you promise never to indulge my stupid ideas again. To think we could’ve spent the night doing...things...together.”
Mamoru chuckled. “I think I have the perfect solution.” His fingers toyed with the thin straps of her dress, before drifting down and around. She jumped at his touch, and he laughed again, low and silky.
“Mamo-chan...” She closed her eyes when he found her panties, teasing the wetness there. “We’re in public...”
“Well, my Usako...” His slipped a finger inside her, making her whimper. “The loud music is certainly a part of the solution.”
c. Sum
“Mamo-chan, why do you always look at me, like that?”
Her heart fluttered when he regarded her with his quiet intensity, the same one that had inspired her question.
“Because you’re beautiful,” was the first thing he said, drawing her towards him for a kiss, on her forehead, her nose, her lips. “And it’s a shame to cover such beauty.”
She remained silent when her shirt, her skirt, her second skin, fell.
“Because you’re delicious,” was next, as he tasted her neck, her breasts, the flat of her stomach, her legs. “I really can’t get enough.”
She moaned softly when he kissed, and licked, and sucked.
“Because you’re hot”-he was inside, groaning-“and wet”-his breath caught-“and so, unbelievably tight.”
She cried out when she saw stars, and moons, and the ocean of his eyes.
“To sum it up, you’re...Usako.” He pulled her against him, holding her eyes with that look. “Does that answer your question?”
“I’m not sure,” she finally said. “I think you should try explaining again.”
d. Remainder
“Hmm, what shall I do with the remainder of this?”
Drifting in her post-orgasmic bliss, it was easy for Mamoru to keep Usagi spread open, his fingers lingering among her juices.
“Shall I bottle it up, and rub your essence all over me?”
Mamoru smeared her across his chest.
“Shall I inhale here, and take your scent into me?”
Mamoru softly blew on her mass of curls.
“Or shall I smile at my good fortune, and then dive in for seconds?”
Mamoru brought his coated finger to his lips, sucking it lightly.
“Yes, I think I shall do just that.”
e. Product
Usagi was initially speechless when Mamoru walked in on her, playing with a particular new...product...she had acquired out of curiosity-and her silence was not just because she had been so close. Her surprise quickly turned into embarrassment, then apprehension, as his eyes darkened and he closed their distance with quick, decisive strides. But the surprise returned when, instead of a disparaging remark, or, even worse, calm disappointment, Mamoru simply undressed himself and joined her on their bed.
Then he had lain against the pillows, pulled her atop him, facing away, plunged into her from behind and beneath, and brought the still-buzzing vibrator to her most sensitive spot.
And Usagi learned the product provided much better results than advertised.
f. Tangent
Mamoru had been ranting about something-Usagi would never know what-when she tutted at him and declared in sing-song voice, “Mamo-chan’s going on a tangent!”
But Usagi remembered his next words very well, down to the last syllable: “No, Usako, ‘tangent’ comes from the Latin ‘tangere’, which means ‘to touch’.”
And Usagi received a very precise demonstration of exactly what constituted a ‘tangent’.
g. Fraction
It is insignificant, really, just a small fraction of their lives. Just a few seconds, just longer than the crescent moon, travelling to earth and through a slit in the curtains, gleaming on their bodies; just shorter than the haze of transformation, the blazing silver and golden crystals conjuring ribbons and feathers, capes and roses; just enough for a drop of blood to leave the heart and travel along arms, waists, the curve of her breasts, the dimple on his back, their entwined legs, where lips meet skin, where skin meets heat, and back to the heart, exhausted, albeit fulfilled.
But that insignificant moment when they rise and fall together, clenching and releasing in time, voices harmonious and breaths as one; that small fraction of their lives, is eternal.