Part 6: Armistice
Yuuko's apartment is still a mess; books and papers strewn about, random pieces of clothing and coats tossed aside after a long day, pens and pencils laying everywhere... Mind you, I'm not one to talk. At least there's a method to my madness. See, if your place is clean, everything's in it's place and whatnot, it makes it easier to find your shit, right? That just makes it easier for anyone -else- to rifle through your belongings, too. I know where my belongings are in my room, and no one else does. It's safer that w-
I lose track of things and Yuuko has to bring me back, as usual. She drags me over to her couch, kicking a few things off of it and inviting me to sit down. She heads over to the fridge and grabs a bottle of wine and some glasses. "Want a drink?" she says, plopping down on the couch and offering me one of the glasses. Eh, I'm not much of a wine guy, but why the hell not? I take the glass, take a gulp of the fruity liquid, and lean back, wrapping an arm around her and snuggling up to her for warmth.
She leans up and turns on the TV. Nothing specific; just some random program. More background noise than anything. Time passes quickly, with us drinking most of the bottle of wine before long. I'm definitely feeling it, but even more surprising is the fact that Yuuko doesn't seem to be much worse for wear than I am. The last person I'd expect to have tolerance. I chuckle a bit and close my eyes, enjoying her company and the relative silence of her apartment. Just me and her. Not a feminist for miles.
I think back to last year, when we'd first met at the Shanghai. I rarely ever went there, mainly due to that noisy pink-haired nutcase and her apparently-deaf best friend. It's a nice place, but not really my kind of thing. I'd gone down to the town to buy some supplies and something just kind of dragged me in there. To this day I can't really explain it. Some men would call it fate. I just think I was hungry enough to take the risk of Crazy McDrillhair and Sgt. Hakamichi being there. To my luck, the place was relatively empty. That's when I saw her.
That's when I saw the woman I would fall in love with.
It still sounds crazy in my head. I hate feminists. I, as a rule, am not fond of women. But... Hell, when I saw her... I didn't much care anymore. Those freckles, that bewildered look on her face... She was downright adorable. She led me to a seat and asked me for my order. I stammered out that I'd just have a sandwich and some coffee and she left me to my thoughts.
Over the next few weeks, I continued to come to the Shanghai, even when the Wonder Twins were there. Yes, she was worth tangling with those freaks. We actually got around to talking after a while, and despite my... less than stellar skills, she started to relax around me. She seemed a lot like me in a weird way; loved books, history... She'd even listen to my rants about the women at the school and the secret feminist cabal they were forming. Most people just looked at me funny.
I guess that's part of why I fell in love with her. She always cared. Even if it was something that had nothing to do with her, she always cared enough to listen to my problems and help me if I needed it. She was always willing to listen to my impassioned rants, even if she honestly didn't give a damn about the feminist uprising. She did, mind you, but that's beside the point.
I'm not sure of a lot of things right now. I'm not sure if we'll last, if she'll get freaked out and bolt, or if the feminist conspiracy will take her from me, and I'll have to fight a horde of women to get her back.
I'm sure of one thing, though. I'm sure I love her. And to throw that away again would be a crime.
Yuuko once again yanks me out of my thoughts by resting her head on my shoulder, cozying up to me and sighing quietly. She's still a vision, that's for sure. Maybe a bit worn out from work and school, but still beautiful. I rest a hand on her head and idly play with her long hair, stroking it slowly and enjoying her presence.
She finally breaks the silence. "Y'know, I thought I'd lost you forever. I honestly thought I'd never see you again, or if I did you'd be on the arm of some other lucky woman... I guess I'm just lucky that I finally got to see you again."
She knows how to make a man flustered, that's for sure. I remember what little advice Hisao gave me before I headed over and muster my courage. "I.. I guess I-I'm lucky too, y'know? I didn't think about it, but I m-missed you too." C'mon, boy. Think... "And I don't see any o-other women. A-all I see are f-feminists. Plus, y-you're..." almost there, man... You got this! "Y-you're the l-light of my l-life, Yuuko."
Fucking -genius-.
She looks at me funny, obviously overcome by the sheer romance of the situation. "I take it back. -That's- the cheesiest thing I've ever heard." Oh. "And the sweetest. I love you, Kenji." The smile on her face is amazing. The most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my life.
I feel myself slowly gravitate toward her. My eyes close as our faces draw nearer. Every last pore in my body, every last bit of logic is screaming at me to stop this right now; that I'm giving myself to a potential threat. That she could ruin everything we've worked for over the last four years.
I can't hear a damn bit of it over my heart pounding in my ears.
Heh. Love, huh? I like it.
We finally kiss, our lips meeting and settling into each other as my arms wrap around her back, holding her close to me.
The nuke could drop right now and I wouldn't feel a damn thing.
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Her bed is still far too comfortable. We settle into each other once again, kissing lightly and enjoying each others' warmth as we let everything just flow away. Nothing else matters but her and I, and the rest of the world can kiss my ass.
(Porn starts here if you're sensitive like that)
Yuuko was never the aggressive type, but she manages to roll me on my back and straddle my hips, still kissing me the whole while. Alcohol's a wonderful thing, I guess. I run my hands through her long hair as we kiss, the booze relaxing me quite a bit, helping me along as I lightly poke her lips with my tongue. She jumps at the contact but opens up anyway, snaking her tongue out to meet mine.
We kiss passionately for a while, just laying there and enjoying the act, running our hands all over each other. Over a year of pent-up frustration is released in one short moment as I flip her over and take the initiative. My hands run up her sides and under her shirt, feeling her soft skin, goosebumps forming as I trace her curves. Surprisingly, she does nothing to stop me as I snake my hands out and begin unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up. Working my way up slowly, button by button, I finally finish unfastening the garment. I run my hand up her sides again, enjoying the soft feel of her flesh as she finally realizes what I've been doing for the past few minutes.
She breaks the kiss and covers herself with her hands, preventing me from seeing anything. The only thing I can think to ask is "You alright?". Smooth.
"F-fine. Just a reflex..." she whispers to me, removing her hands and blushing brightly as I look down on her. A simple white bra with just a touch of lace around the edges of it. Simple, plain. Just like Yuuko. But to me, it's the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on.
We quickly return to kissing, my hands tracing her sides again. She reaches up and pulls my scarf off, tossing it to the side and working on my shirt now, showing quite a bit more initiative than I'd expect. I'm not complaining, mind you; it's nice to see her showing interest for once. She quickly works mine off and I toss it with the scarf, all the while not breaking our kiss. Now that's dedication.
She tosses hers in the quickly-growing pile of clothing and we resume our make-out session. I quickly chance a feel at her still-clothed chest and rub the soft mound, eliciting a small gasp from her. Surprisingly, she actually reaches behind and removes the bra for me, giving me a look at her well-endowed chest. Christ, I think they've actually gotten -bigger- since I last saw her. I cup her mounds in my hands, massaging them lightly as we kiss, enjoying the sound of her light moans into my mouth.
Neither of us seem too content to take our time, so I quickly move my hands to her pants, removing the button and sliding them off her long legs. It doesn't take much longer for us to strip each other of the remainder of our clothing, now laying nude in her bed, feeling each others' bodies clumsily, exploring forgotten territory. I've gotta say, I definitely missed this. Even if we only actually did it once, I missed it a lot.
I snake a hand down her stomach and feel her, my hand quickly becoming quite wet. I guess she's good to go, too. I reach over to my pants (almost falling off the bed... Again, smooth move) and grab my wallet. Hisao's advice came in handy after all. I procure the small foil square, quickly tear it open and apply it to my shaft. She lies back and spreads her legs for me, almost inviting me.
She's tighter than I remember. I guess a year without sex does that to you. I slowly thrust into her, feeling her tense up from my intrusion. I try to calm her down a bit, kissing her lightly on the neck and rubbing her sides, doing anything I can think of to relax her some.
Quietly, she whispers, "O-okay, I'm ready." I nod, then start off slow, driving into her and kissing her deeply. The pace doesn't last long with her thrusting against me and, eventually, we start going pretty fast. Clumsy, but fast. It's still damn enjoyable, and our lack of skill is made up for with sheer enthusiasm.
I look deep into her eyes for a moment and see something I haven't seen in ages. Something I now realize that I missed desperately. I see love. Her love, for me. Love and caring and lust and all these different crazy emotions that remind me just how much I love this woman. That sounds unbelievably cheesy, but it's the truth.
Taking a moment to take in the scene around me, I start to notice the little things. The way the moonlight shines off of her sweat-drenched skin, how her hair is splayed out behind her, forming a kind of background to the most perfect picture I could imagine, how her back arches more and more every time I thrust against her...
I lose what little control I had left and bottom out inside her, causing her to moan loudly, first in surprise, and then in pleasure. She throws her hands around my back and digs her nails in, hurting just enough to feel a bit good. I lock lips with her again, doing everything I can to hold out longer. Math problems, literature quotes... Everything but thinking about the vision of beauty writhing in front of me.
Eventually, nature wins out, and I moan loudly into her mouth, climaxing hard. My erratic motions set her off as well, causing her legs to grip me tightly around my waist, her moans coming out louder and louder as she rides the waves of her orgasm out.
Finally, completely spent, I collapse against her, both of our chests heaving. We lie like this for a while, simply basking in the afterglow. The moon shines in from the window, illuminating the whole scene and making her look like she's glowing. It's absolutely beautiful.
I slowly pull out, hearing her moan a little as I do. Completely spent in more ways than one, I flop down next to her, trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes of rest, I manage to work up the energy to remove the spent condom, tossing it in the wastebin next to her bed.
She grabs a blanket and wraps it around us, curling up next to me and throwing her arms around me in a big hug, resting her head on my chest and smiling wide at me.
"That was... I forgot how much fun that was..." she says breathlessly to me. Her warm body feels nice. I definitely missed this part. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and smiles warmly. "I forgot how tired you always look. Your eyes are always so dark... It's kinda cute~". Heh. Shaman's eyes. I smile back and give her a quick peck on the forehead, wrapping my arms around her and slowly falling asleep, exhausted from the day's events.
How the hell did I get this lucky?
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