Period Five: Science
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STILL CONTAINS SMUT.
Yaaaaay, so I managed to finish these on time! A huge thanks for all those who commented, and in particular amethysth, kaitlynfall, kihanadulay, and touchthesoul for their continuous support and threats and expressions of horror. Finally, thank you, dear reader, for partaking in this journey, full of Usagi/Mamoru smut! ♥
Fifth Period: Science
a. Pop Quiz
“I hate pop quizzes,” Mamoru grumbled, glaring at the notes before him. “They’re useless and in no way a valid predictor of one’s knowledge and their ability to learn.”
“But don’t they help you remember what you have to learn and all that?” Usagi’s tone was inquisitive, and a tad confused.
“Theoretically, they’re supposed to encourage active learning throughout all stages of a class, instead of at moments just before midterms and finals. Of course, in practice, people just cram the night before, forget everything afterwards, and treat them like another exam, which it is. A complete load of bull.”
Usagi raised an eyebrow in such a perfect imitation of him that Mamoru had to laugh. “Then why are you still studying?”
“I’m not. I don’t need to. All of this is rudimentary; I can’t believe they’re actually teaching this to us in med school.” Mamoru chuckled again when he saw the question that lingered in her parted lips. “It’s basically on Darwin’s theory of evolution and the impact it has on the development of the human body.”
He saw her tense at the last word, her eyes surreptitiously making a turn about his body. The hunger in her gaze almost caught him off guard. Almost, but not quite.
“It’s quite an interesting theory, really,” he continued, dropping his voice to a smooth baritone. “Sheds some light on what attracts us to one another.”
Her breathing had become shallow, and, imperceptibly, so had his. “Go on.”
“Men like women with a certain quality.” He shifted towards her, fingers skimming the school shirt she was wearing. “Soft breasts, a small waist, rounded hips, legs that go on forever...” He paused to stroke her forehead. “A crescent moon mark, right there.”
He suspected she would have swatted his hand away, if his lips weren’t so close, his other hand playing with the edge of her panties. Instead, she brought him closer. “Go on.”
“Then there’s a particular warmth, a depth that sends us spiralling out of control.” His voice caught on the last word as he breathed in the scent of her arousal, sweet and musky. A brush of his knuckles told him how wet and ready she was.
“Go on.” She was practically purring.
“We like nothing more than burying ourselves in that endless heat.” Mamoru slipped in two fingers, groaning when she clenched him. He withdrew, pulling down her panties and undoing his own trousers. She was lying down on the couch now, a leg draped across the back, her invitation loud and clear. He almost lost himself at the wanton sight.
“And then,” his voice was husky now, hot against her ear, “there’s that first slide, that clutches right to our hearts.” They both gasped when he entered her and began the timeless dance, her hips meetings his with every thrust. He brought her there first with his fingers, and then again with his hardness against the spot that made her cry out. Only when she was quivering underneath him that he allowed himself to let go, his orgasm ripping through him.
“I think,” she said softly, hands curling in his hair, “that I’m actually rather fond of pop quizzes.”
b. Chemistry
Their chemistry was not in the looks and touches and melting kisses they exchanged, nor in the low words of worship and encouragement tossed amidst the throes of passion. Those things helped, of course, but they were mild teasers, prelude to the real thing. No, their chemistry was more primitive, right down to the core, where their bodies joined and his cock slid into her wet, tight cunt; where flesh grabbed and pulled at flesh, leaving behind scents and sounds that drove them on; where they entered that moment in time when they were blinded to the world, to each other, and relied on their sense of touch to bathe in their completion, in that sensation of right.
c. Experiment
When Usagi told him she was trying out her culinary experiment, Mamoru had obediently allowed himself to be blindfolded, preparing himself for her latest batch of cookies. The last thing he expected was for her to peel off his shirt, and he groaned in surprise when he felt a cold something against his chest. But then she was on him, her eager little mouth licking his nipples, her tongue teasing him, then sucking, then biting. He groaned again, this time a mix of pleasure an anticipation, when the cold thing touched his other nipple. Her mouth was equally thorough, quickly driving him to the brink. He pulled away the blindfold and tried to articulate something, but his words were scrambled, strangled; she understood him, and he very promptly found himself losing his pants, hissing as she smeared a dollop of ice-cream along his dick. Then, with a sly glance, she was nibbling on him, eliciting guttural cries, and the occasional expletive.
And Mamoru learned that he could come to enjoy these kinds of experiments.
d. Question
It begins with a curved finger, reaching inside her, the tip pressing against her G-spot. Then, his knuckles, reaching around, and down, brushing against her pussy, ending at her opening. And, finally, the thumb of his other finger, rubbing her clit at its burning, pulsing point.
Usagi would never ask Mamoru why he thought question marks were sexy.
e. Result
Usagi had been adamant on stretching for weeks, pushing her already supple limbs to the limit. Mamoru was happy, if not slightly puzzled, for her when she finally managed to do the splits. Then, only a few seconds after he had congratulated her, she pulled him from the couch to his feet, lost her pants, undid his, lifted a leg over his shoulder, and fucked him beyond his imagination.
Mamoru would never doubt the results of her activities again.
f. Frog
Usagi moaned, kneeling on a sea of blue satin, her sweat-soaked ass slapping against his pelvis. Her arms, resting on the lily-pad pillows, supported her head, and through her golden hair spilled on their bed, she could only see Mamoru’s fingers as he touched her. And she felt him-oh, how she could feel him-sliding effortlessly, taking them far beyond any imagined pond.
When they were nestled against each other once more, their bodies finally cooling, she heard him croak:
“See, you’re not too old to play leap frog.”
g. Element
After she tumbled over the edge, crying out his name, riding the most elementary waves of pleasure as he shuddered and spilt liquid fire inside her, they lay on their place in the earth, enveloped by a tangle of hair and limbs and sweat in the air. They were fulfilled, floating, but beneath their post-coital bliss, there was an element of sadness, akin to regret, at having reached the end.
Then she turned to him, watery eyes reaching his soul.
“Mamo-chan. We are forever.”
Aaaand that's all, folks! I shall collapse and clear my Google search history and return to my life of nunnery and innocence.
STILL CONTAINS SMUT.
Yaaaaay, so I managed to finish these on time! A huge thanks for all those who commented, and in particular amethysth, kaitlynfall, kihanadulay, and touchthesoul for their continuous support and threats and expressions of horror. Finally, thank you, dear reader, for partaking in this journey, full of Usagi/Mamoru smut! ♥
Fifth Period: Science
a. Pop Quiz
“I hate pop quizzes,” Mamoru grumbled, glaring at the notes before him. “They’re useless and in no way a valid predictor of one’s knowledge and their ability to learn.”
“But don’t they help you remember what you have to learn and all that?” Usagi’s tone was inquisitive, and a tad confused.
“Theoretically, they’re supposed to encourage active learning throughout all stages of a class, instead of at moments just before midterms and finals. Of course, in practice, people just cram the night before, forget everything afterwards, and treat them like another exam, which it is. A complete load of bull.”
Usagi raised an eyebrow in such a perfect imitation of him that Mamoru had to laugh. “Then why are you still studying?”
“I’m not. I don’t need to. All of this is rudimentary; I can’t believe they’re actually teaching this to us in med school.” Mamoru chuckled again when he saw the question that lingered in her parted lips. “It’s basically on Darwin’s theory of evolution and the impact it has on the development of the human body.”
He saw her tense at the last word, her eyes surreptitiously making a turn about his body. The hunger in her gaze almost caught him off guard. Almost, but not quite.
“It’s quite an interesting theory, really,” he continued, dropping his voice to a smooth baritone. “Sheds some light on what attracts us to one another.”
Her breathing had become shallow, and, imperceptibly, so had his. “Go on.”
“Men like women with a certain quality.” He shifted towards her, fingers skimming the school shirt she was wearing. “Soft breasts, a small waist, rounded hips, legs that go on forever...” He paused to stroke her forehead. “A crescent moon mark, right there.”
He suspected she would have swatted his hand away, if his lips weren’t so close, his other hand playing with the edge of her panties. Instead, she brought him closer. “Go on.”
“Then there’s a particular warmth, a depth that sends us spiralling out of control.” His voice caught on the last word as he breathed in the scent of her arousal, sweet and musky. A brush of his knuckles told him how wet and ready she was.
“Go on.” She was practically purring.
“We like nothing more than burying ourselves in that endless heat.” Mamoru slipped in two fingers, groaning when she clenched him. He withdrew, pulling down her panties and undoing his own trousers. She was lying down on the couch now, a leg draped across the back, her invitation loud and clear. He almost lost himself at the wanton sight.
“And then,” his voice was husky now, hot against her ear, “there’s that first slide, that clutches right to our hearts.” They both gasped when he entered her and began the timeless dance, her hips meetings his with every thrust. He brought her there first with his fingers, and then again with his hardness against the spot that made her cry out. Only when she was quivering underneath him that he allowed himself to let go, his orgasm ripping through him.
“I think,” she said softly, hands curling in his hair, “that I’m actually rather fond of pop quizzes.”
b. Chemistry
Their chemistry was not in the looks and touches and melting kisses they exchanged, nor in the low words of worship and encouragement tossed amidst the throes of passion. Those things helped, of course, but they were mild teasers, prelude to the real thing. No, their chemistry was more primitive, right down to the core, where their bodies joined and his cock slid into her wet, tight cunt; where flesh grabbed and pulled at flesh, leaving behind scents and sounds that drove them on; where they entered that moment in time when they were blinded to the world, to each other, and relied on their sense of touch to bathe in their completion, in that sensation of right.
c. Experiment
When Usagi told him she was trying out her culinary experiment, Mamoru had obediently allowed himself to be blindfolded, preparing himself for her latest batch of cookies. The last thing he expected was for her to peel off his shirt, and he groaned in surprise when he felt a cold something against his chest. But then she was on him, her eager little mouth licking his nipples, her tongue teasing him, then sucking, then biting. He groaned again, this time a mix of pleasure an anticipation, when the cold thing touched his other nipple. Her mouth was equally thorough, quickly driving him to the brink. He pulled away the blindfold and tried to articulate something, but his words were scrambled, strangled; she understood him, and he very promptly found himself losing his pants, hissing as she smeared a dollop of ice-cream along his dick. Then, with a sly glance, she was nibbling on him, eliciting guttural cries, and the occasional expletive.
And Mamoru learned that he could come to enjoy these kinds of experiments.
d. Question
It begins with a curved finger, reaching inside her, the tip pressing against her G-spot. Then, his knuckles, reaching around, and down, brushing against her pussy, ending at her opening. And, finally, the thumb of his other finger, rubbing her clit at its burning, pulsing point.
Usagi would never ask Mamoru why he thought question marks were sexy.
e. Result
Usagi had been adamant on stretching for weeks, pushing her already supple limbs to the limit. Mamoru was happy, if not slightly puzzled, for her when she finally managed to do the splits. Then, only a few seconds after he had congratulated her, she pulled him from the couch to his feet, lost her pants, undid his, lifted a leg over his shoulder, and fucked him beyond his imagination.
Mamoru would never doubt the results of her activities again.
f. Frog
Usagi moaned, kneeling on a sea of blue satin, her sweat-soaked ass slapping against his pelvis. Her arms, resting on the lily-pad pillows, supported her head, and through her golden hair spilled on their bed, she could only see Mamoru’s fingers as he touched her. And she felt him-oh, how she could feel him-sliding effortlessly, taking them far beyond any imagined pond.
When they were nestled against each other once more, their bodies finally cooling, she heard him croak:
“See, you’re not too old to play leap frog.”
g. Element
After she tumbled over the edge, crying out his name, riding the most elementary waves of pleasure as he shuddered and spilt liquid fire inside her, they lay on their place in the earth, enveloped by a tangle of hair and limbs and sweat in the air. They were fulfilled, floating, but beneath their post-coital bliss, there was an element of sadness, akin to regret, at having reached the end.
Then she turned to him, watery eyes reaching his soul.
“Mamo-chan. We are forever.”
Aaaand that's all, folks! I shall collapse and clear my Google search history and return to my life of nunnery and innocence.