Genom Research Presents A Suika Roberts Fanfic Tip Warnings and Disclaimers in Part 0. Day Two: Harem Talk I wake at dawn, blink up at Akane, then just watch her sleep, all the anger and fear gone from her expression, just a totally peaceful look. I wonder for a moment why she slept so peacefully last night, since I know she normally sleeps like an avalanche. I dismiss the thought as irrelevant, and cuddle her a little closer. She wakes slowly, a smile forming on her lips as she realizes where she is, `Hey,' she kisses me on the forehead. `Hey,' I say back, whipping my head around to steal a peck on her chin. `What are we going to do?' `About?' I ask, confused. `I like this. I like kissing Ukyou a lot better than hitting her. I liked making love to Kasumi. I love making love to you,' she kisses me again, slipping her tongue between my lips. Her mouth tastes almost like mine, of strange decomposing things, but there is a faint taste of her to it as well. I suck hard on her tongue, and she moans into my mouth. `And?' I ask, when I let her have her tongue back. `What are we going to do when we get done with this challenge?' `We could just keep them.' `Like the Moroboshi household?' she asks, referrencing the family in a TV drama even I've seen. `Perhaps. If we're going to keep them we'll need to keep them happy, too.' `That sounds difficult,' her tone and the smirk on her face belie her words. `Is that what you want?' She thinks a moment, `Yes, that's what I want.' `OK,' I nuzzle against her neck, and she cuddles me tightly, the creaking of my bones telling me that I'm safe. - `Hey, Akane?' Yuka asks, smiling at me in that way, I think I must now admit, that always makes my heart flutter and sparks flares of desire. `What?' I ask, stepping into her personal space, setting one hand on her hip. `Um,' she stops, her face flushed, and leans forward just a little bit, brushing her chest against mine, `I can't remember.' `Hmm. Maybe if we were to find someplace a little more private it would come back to you?' I ask her, stepping back without taking my hand off her hip. `Uh, maybe,' she allows, turning to lead the way out of the room. I follow her, knowing that this is not a good idea, but following anyway. She leads me to the restroom, and once inside turns, pressing into my personal space, then backing me against one of the sinks. With a careful, light, touch she catches my face, then leans in and kisses me. I pull her close, open my lips to let her tongue into my mouth. When, a few moments later, she stops to catch her breath, I protest softly, `This is not a safe place to do this kind of thing.' `Perhaps not, but can you think of a better one?' she asks, pulling me backwards into one of the stalls. I let a flash of gratitude out, that the principal is weird, and we have western-style restrooms. `No,' I breathe, my heart racing so fast that I can barely see straight. `Too bad,' she murmurs back, then nibbles lightly at my jaw, `I wanted to have you someplace more romantic than this.' `This is quite exciting, at least,' I allow, pulling up her skirt, cupping her mound in one hand, the other pulling her tightly against me. `It is at that,' she replies, pulling my skirt up, and slipping her hand into my panties. I gasp at the warm touch of her smooth fingers, intrigued by the difference between hers and a martial artist's. I blink, momentarily distracted because I cannot remember what Kasumi's fingers felt like, then relax into her tentative touch. I brush her panties aside, stroking her clit with a sure touch that has her gasp loud enough to make me worry for a moment. The lovely feeling of her soft fingers against my tender parts makes me forget all of that, and it is all I can do to keep my own fingers moving as I approach release. I kiss her firmly, sucking her lower lip between my own, barely keep from biting hard as I come against her hand. Instants later she comes as well, and I pull back, smiling, as she pants almost silently. After a long moment she is calm again, `Why?' she asks, softly, then kisses the point of my chin. `Because,' I look down, `I realized I wanted to. If you ask Ranma nicely I think she'd be willing as well,' I bite my lip, hoping I hadn't gone too far. `Oh?' she asks, archly, as she helps me straighten up a little bit. `Yep,' I murmur, and straighten her collar just a little bit. Satisfied with her appearance, I step back, wondering how I could have ignored such beauty. - `Where are they going off to?' Utchan asks me, leaning in close. `Looks rather like the restroom,' I reply, wondering if they are going to do what I think they are going to do. `Why?' `I don't know. Perhaps for something similar to why Akane told me you are a wonderful lover last night,' I whisper back, careful to keep my voice actually down. `What?' Utchan growls, `That little,' I cut her off with a hand against her face, my thumb across her lips, `We're,' I fish for words, `Currently exploring a very sexual romantic relationship. One of our rules is that we tell each other about our,' I fish again, `partners.' `Oh,' she murmurs around my thumb, so I stroke her lips lightly with it, wanting to kiss her so badly, but not wanting the hassle that would surely cause. I take my thumb back, and rub it across my lips, and she smiles, catching my hand, and rubs her lips across it again. `I don't have anything planned for after school today, do you?' `No,' she says, her eyes following my thumb as I nibble on it. `I was wondering if you would be willing to show me your,' I smile, and trail a saliva-coated thumb along the line of her jaw, `techniques.' She catches my hand in hers, blushing, `Sure.' I settle down to wait for the teacher, saying that I think she went to the bathroom when she calls Yuka's name, and repeat that when she calls for Akane. She scowls at them a tiny bit when they walk in, a few moments later, a tiny bit ruffled. Akane greets me with a happy smile, and I wonder what to make of the warm grin on Yuka's face. `Hey, I made arrangements to go visit with Utchan after school,' I tell Akane when we get a clear moment. `Cool. I thought I'd go visit your mother.' `You might want to ask her to show you what she showed me yesterday. I can finally walk up a flight of stairs in a girl's kimono now,' I smile, winking to make sure that she catches on that that isn't all I learned yesterday. I fight down the flash of nasty feelings that try to run up my spine at the thought, not of what I did yesterday, not even about who I did it with, but about her relationship to me. A strange thought suddenly has me laughing. `What is it?' Akane asks, leaning in close. `Oh, just that I'm almost glad I don't have any more family.' Akane looks confused for a moment, then she carresses my hand before turning back to the front of the room. ; `You sure you want me to show you what I showed her?' Utchan asks, walking beside me on the way to her restraunt. `What did you show her?' `How well I can pass, how much fun it is to go dancing, that I can't swing someone by the knees properly,' `Hmm?' I inquire. `She bonked her head against the dance floor. Lost six rounds, gave herself a concussion for a couple hours, lots of fun,' Utchan's tone is dry. `I'm sure. So you brought her home after that?' `Yep, that's when I ended up in her skirt, too.' `Ah. She said something about that, at least. I think I'd like it if you took me dancing, too,' I smile up at her, latching myself to her arm, `but you don't need to show me how well you pass, since my memory is quite good.' `Hmm, in that case, how about we take you home, get you dressed up, and then see if that dress of mine still fits?' `The blue thing? That almost isn't there?' She nods, embarassed. `Ooh, I know just the dress to go with that,' I grin, pressing myself firmly against her arm. `Oh?' `You'll understand when you see it, I think.' ; `I understand. You look,' she gropes for words, `wonderful, awesome, gorgeous, something like that.' I moan in disappointment when she takes her hands off me as we start down the stairs, Nabiki tracking me with glass eyes. Kasumi blows us a kiss when she sees us, and Utchan shoots me a confused glance. We are almost to the door when Soun notices us, going instantly into the full demon-head, `What are you doing with this girl instead of--' I cut him off mid rant, `Utchan took Akane dancing yesterday, so we thought it would only be fair for her to take me dancing today,' I smile up at him, the epitome of cute reason. `"Took Akane"?' There is a faint thump as he hits the floor, his logic circuits overloaded. ; `Wow,' I murmur, pulling Utchan's hands together over my bosom, which tucks me nicely against her comforting bulk. The club is brightly lit, full of pretty women and, even though I don't particularly find them interesting I do notice, handsome guys. What takes a little while to notice is that the mixed sex couples I can see on the dance floor aren't. Some of the girls pass as well as Konatsu, and I wonder what they would do if they had a chance at the Nyanniichuan; I bet some would turn it down. Utchan leads me onto the floor, pulling me tight as a slow song plays, and I have a very difficult time keeping my breathing even as she leads me slowly through the barely familiar steps. - `Saotome-san?' `Oh, hello Akane-chan! Come in!' I gather myself a little bit as I take the steps into her genkan, shedding my shoes as I step up into the house proper. `What do I owe this pleasure to?' `Oh, Ranma suggested that I stop by and ask if you could show me what you showed her yesterday. It made quite an impression on her,' I smile, and Nodoka suddenly looks nervous. I lean forward and catch her hand, pressing it between my own as I bring them to my bosom. `And what did Ranma have to say about yesterday?' she asks nervously, almost blatant in her attempt to retake her hand. I weave my fingers into hers, and stroke the back of her hand with a soft touch, `Not much, only that she finally learned how to manage stairs in a woman's kimono, and that she seduced you,' I smile up at the taller woman, almost amused by the look of shock on her face. `And you didn't kill her?' she looks apalled the moment the words are out of her mouth, and I ponder the notion that perhaps Ranma's foolishly loose tongue is not entirely her fault. `Now why would I do that, when I issued the challenge in the first place?' I bring my captive hand to my lips, nibble lightly at the knuckle of her index finger, then draw it between my lips, tasting the faint salt of her skin under a sharpness of soap. `Challenge?' she gasps, and I suck harder upon her finger for an instant, pressing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She gasps sharply, swaying towards me. I slip her finger from my mouth, `I came up with a challenge she couldn't accept,' I look down, draw her knuckles down my neck to the collar of my shirt, `to prove her femininity,' I use my free hand to undo the top two buttons, drawing her hand to the top of my cleavage, `she would have to get laid more times than me over the course of a week,' another two buttons, and I let her hand go, `Unfortunately, she accepted,' I pause for an instant, breathing, as her hand cups my breast, its bulk pulling my bra into painful shapes, `So I practically dragged her off to my room and had my wicked way with her,' no need to tell her that that was a last ditch attempt to scare her into backing off. `Because she wouldn't back down when you insisted the first person she should have sex with is the other contestant?' Nodoka smiles, her other hand, I suddenly notice, having undone all the buttons on my blouse, and somehow pulled it loose from my skirt without my having noticed. I nod, trapped, and she pulls me up the stairs, her fingers so soft against my breast I can hardly stand it. She somehow unhooks my bra without pausing our steps, and I shake with the sudden release, the pain from my chest easing. - The music changes as, outside, the sun goes down. The beat picks up, the instruments change, and suddenly there are foreign voices to go with foreign tunes. I smile up at Utchan, and she steps back a little, `How does one dance to this?!' I yell. `Very carefully!' she yells back, indicating the crowded dance floor. I take her at her word, imitating the way a cute young woman with long pale blue hair is dancing, her hair moving in a counterpoint to her body that her partner, a shorter woman with glasses and hair so blue it's almost black, seems to find utterly fascinating. I watch them with my peripheral vision, keeping my eyes on Utchan, pleased by the way she stops concentrating on my breasts and follows the flashing tip of my braid instead, with only occasional flashes to my breasts, and much more frequent glances towards my face. I smile at her, and giggle when she misses the beat for a moment, seemingly stunned. - Nodoka draws us both onto a futon, pulling me over on top of her, her right hand still stroking my breast, her left working on pulling my panties down, since we dropped my skirt in the hallway. I wiggle a little to help her, and suddenly they are down about my thighs. A tiny bit later I get my right knee out of them, and after that it is only an instant's work to send them flying. Impatiently I throw my socks after them, pulling them off with my toes, never letting my hands slip from their urgent tasks, my right cupping one of her full breasts, the left trying to find its way into the warm wetness I can sense beneath my belly. Nodoka shoves me off, then pounces on me, pulling my shirt off so forcefully that for a moment I worry she'll rip it. My bra follows an instant later, and she holds me to the bed with her left hand planted firmly on my solar plexus. Her right hand finds my petals, and she moans softly at the wetness she finds. Two fingers slip inside of me, shocking me with the warm rush of pleasure. I moan softly, reaching up to try and pull her firmly down against me, but she resists, and, since she is not a martial artist, I can't use the force it would take to make her. Instead I shift my attention to her face, tracing the lovely lines of it, so much like Ranma's. I pause for an instant, glorying in the lovely feeling of her fingers inside of me, then force it down again, concentrating hard as I pull the top of her kimono open, revealing her hadagi. I pull her hadagi open as well, the soft cotton sticking to her skin tenaciously, exposing her breasts, swaying softly with the force of her thrusting fingers. I lean up, almost able to reach, but her hand on my chest lifts her just as I'm about to reach that goal, and I collapse back down, only to reach up and run a trembling hand into the soft wet warmth of her cleavage. I let myself drift in the pleasant sensations, her fingers slowly building a raging force in my tender parts, the soft sway of her breasts against my hand spreading a lovely warmth in my heart. She moves her hand slightly, and on her next thrust into me she brushes her thumb across my clit. That is enough, and I gasp at the warm flood of pleasure that takes my breath away for several moments as the aftershocks shake me hard. `So, how was that?' she smiles down at me, somehow not the manic, queer woman I've come to know over the last few months, but something else, although I've not, I realize with shock, a clue what that something else is. `Nice,' I smile up at her, glad that she's finally shifted her hand off my solar plexus. With a quick twist I turn us both over, carefully cradling her head in my hands to keep from accidentally knocking it against something, then I let the sheer torment of her loveliness guide my fingers, stripping her with an insistant ease that I wouldn't have believed possible a few days earlier. Almost before she has a chance to catch her breath I have her bare beneath me, her traditional garb spread underneath her as I stroke gentle fingers across the smooth swell of her belly. She gasps, looking up at me with a clear trusting gaze that I've only ever seen on one face before, a face so similar to the one before me. Suddenly determined not to betray that trust, I catch one nipple between gentle fingers, `Do you like this?' I ask, twisting it lightly. `Yes,' she murmurs, her eyes half closed. `This?' I ask, twisting a little bit harder. `Yes.' `This?' I ask, twisting as hard as I had for Ranma yesterday, but not so hard as Kasumi had. `Yes,' her voice is a little louder, a tiny bit ragged. I trace my other hand across her damp petals, and suddenly the commonly used euphemism makes sense to me for the first time as they open slightly while I watch. I twist her nipple again, as hard as Kasumi's cruel grip the day before, so hard that I worry for an instant about permanent damage, `This?' `Yes!' she moans, a tiny pulse of wetness shockingly warm against my fingers. `This?' I twist as hard as I dare. `Don't stop!' I stare at her, slipping two fingers into her slickly wet core. That has to hurt, and I would be telling anyone who's fingers were doing that to my nipples to stop immediately or face unpleasant consequences. Her hips slide smoothly towards my hand, and I pull my fingers back awkwardly, entranced by her tight grip on them. I add another, wondering for an instant how anything that tight could stretch that far. *Silly, Ranma, albeit a much smaller Ranma, came out of here.* Somehow that thought sends a new flash of desire through me, and I, emboldened by it, add yet another finger, penetrating her more deeply, the webbing between my thumb and index finger stroking across her clit before I draw them back again. `More,' she moans, her legs drawn back, her heels tight against my knees where I kneel over her, my weight supported by my grip upon her breast, and I give that a squeeze, a little shocked by the soft way her flesh seems to bulge from between my fingers, the skin looking painfully tight. She moans in apparent enjoyment, her hands firmly holding mine in place, her hips rocking franticly as she tries to force my pace. I slow down my strokes even further, slip my thumb down into the cup of my hand, and slide all five of my fingers into her, watching with distracted awe as I sink my hand first to the second knuckle of my thumb, then out, then, with a surprising suddenness, all the way to my wrist. She lets out a sharp shriek, her muscles clamping firmly about my hand, a delicious pressure, and I wiggle my hand off of her breast as she calms, stroking my other hand slightly back and forth as her muscles pulse around my fingers. I admire her for a long moment, her face softened slightly, her hair disarrayed, her neck curved slightly by the way her face has fallen a bit to one side, a glorious sheen of sweat glittering along the smooth, wonderful curves of her form. I lean forward carefully, take the nipple I've abused so cruelly into my mouth, and bathe it lightly with an appologetic tongue. `Thank you,' I murmur, letting her nipple fall from my lips. - `So, Utchan, you trying to get me drunk?' I ask, taking the second drink she's bought me this evening. This one, however, I note happily, is only coke, without the warm alcohol bite of the first. `Trying? I think I succeeded.' `Mebe so, mebe not,' I tell her, holding my drink carefully to one side as I catch her face, my hand on the back of her neck pulling us both to a more even level. That accomplished I nibble lightly at that lovely nose in front of my face, well pleased by her faint happy moans. I let off on her nose, settle myself back just a bit, then lean forward to suckle lightly at her lower lip, teasing gently. `You're kinda small,' she murmurs against my lips, `and I've never known you to be this affectionate in public,' she shifts slightly, pressing insistant lips to my own. I let my lips slip open under the gentle pressure of her mouth, stroke her soft lips with the tip of my tongue. I feel her lips begin to open, and then she backs off again, `and your balance is a little off. I'd say I succeeded.' `So whata ya gonna do 'bout it?' I let my feet fall back flat against the ground, amused by the way everything swirls just a little bit with my movement, and tuck my head under her chin before taking another drink of my cola. `I was thinking I'd take you back to my place and have my wicked way with you.' `Sounds nice, but I think I'd rather have my wicked way with you. Certain people, recently, have seemed to really enjoy it.' I shift my stance, brushing my breasts against her ribs, my chin against her breast, and my hair against the soft skin of her neck. She moans softly, `Thanks for the offer, but . . . ' The way she says it raises instant suspicions, and I pull back a little bit. I watch her as I finish off my drink, then set it down, glancing towards the dance floor. `One more set?' I ask. `Sure,' she finishes her own drink in three quick swallows, then takes my hand. - I wake as she rolls us both over again, her fingers softly stroking my skin. I moan, wrapping my fingers in her hair as soft kisses dance along my belly. Her tongue invades my belly-button, swirling there in an insistant pattern that takes my breath away. Before I can decide why such an inocuous touch can cause so much havoc with my insides she has moved further down, towards the damp ache between my legs. She pauses for a moment, pulling painfully at my short hairs with her teeth. I slap lightly at the back of her head, `Please, don't.' She stops before the obnoxious sensation affects the raging desire burning in my veins, and begins playing with my petals, soft lips and sharp teeth stroking them softly. My leg muscles strain slightly as I hold them out of the way, eager to have her take full advantage of the access a skilled martial artist can provide. She touches the tip of her tongue to my swollen clit, and I gasp, shocked, at the flash of horribly intense pleasure. `So you like that?' Nodoka murmurs, then catches the little nub between her teeth. `Yes,' I manage to force out as she nibbles lightly, then cups it between her lips, pulling at it with remarkable force. I let a moan escape, trying to slow the sudden sharp spiral towards release. Nodoka shifts slightly and presses her tongue inside of me, the slick hard muscle wonderfully shocking, and I go over that familiar edge. `Nnnmm,' I moan in soft disappointment, then she is slowly drawing me up that spiral again, and I wrap my fingers in her soft hair. Her tongue is alternately soft, touching me lightly, then hard, demanding, squashing my clit or my soft inner petals against her teeth. She is more careful this time, settling into a rhythmic motion for a few moments, then breaking that rhythm, shattering that spiral, and beginning again. After a short eternity I can no longer stand it, and press her face hard against me, grating words flowing from my throat, `No more, finish it, please.' I suck air over abused vocal cords, and it escapes again, this time in a soft shriek as she sucks heavily on my clit, and presses it against her teeth as I try to draw another breath. I gasp, shaking, the warm aftershocks of my release pulsing in time with her touch. The aftershocks end at last, and I draw her up on top of me again, kissing her soft, wonderful, oh so skillful lips, the salt taste of my juice mixed with her own warm sweetness. `So you like that, too, hmm?' `Of course,' I reply, `I like you.' - `So, what are we going do do with you?' she asks me, as I wobble down the street on her arm, still a little tipsy. `Whatever you want,' I reply, almost boldly. `Oh, really?' Something in her voice nearly makes me worry. ; `Is anyone else about?' `Nah, Konatsu's got the rest of the week off, thought it'd be easier this way.' `What would be?' `This,' she leans in and kisses me again, hands firm against my back, callused fingers slightly rough through the silk of my dress. I let myself press against her, senses still slightly odd. *How does oyaji move when he's been drinkin? This is just a single glass . . . * I shake the irrelevant thought from my head and start slowly pulling her towards the stairs, but quickly get distracted by Utchan's attempt to get me out of my dress. I return the favor, letting the thought that I'd never actually seen her in a dress before [had he? --S] flow across my mind. She stumbles a little, short dancing steps barely avoiding the discarded dress pooled on the floor. Cleavage that I know I've seen before peeks out of black lace, inspiring quite different feelings than the last time I saw it, and I trace one rough edge, smiling at the way she shivers. She gets me back, the thick soft silk of my dress blocking my view until I move my arms enough that she can pull it over my head. The black silk gleams softly against the pale floor and darker fuzziness of the blue cotton in the pale indirect light of the streetlamp. Her fingers slide across the age-thinned flannel of my boxers, and she picks me up by my hips. `Hey!' I squeak, startled, throwing my arms around her neck to keep from going over backwards. The warmth of her skin and the rough texture of the lace against my breasts feels nice, and I let a small moan escape as I wrap my legs around her waist. ; `So,' she says again, laying me down on her futon, `I finally have you where I want you.' `Or I've got you,' I reply, reversing our positions in a single quick movement, careful not to pin her. She goes tense, and I smile down at her, stroke up the rough line of one bra-strap with a gentle fingertip, and she slowly relaxes. I follow it back down the soft skin over her ribs, and she moans softly, `If that's OK.' `Fine,' she says, but tenses anyway. I let worries about what could have happened flit through my mind, then banish them. I concentrate instead on the soft skin under my callused fingers, and the slowly dropping tension in her muscles. When she's calmed enough to be pliable again I slip the front-hook on her bra, letting the question of where and how she got it flutter away unhindered. Her eyes are calmer this time, and the tension increases as I trace careful swirling patterns over her belly, then up and across her shoulders. However, the look in her eyes has changed, the fear overpowered by something I hope I recognize. I kiss her, softly, and her reaction is passionate and shocking, her fingers wrenching in my hair. `More,' she gasps when she finally lets me up for air. `Oh,' I manage, the word stretching far longer than I had planned. With quick, jerky movements we divest her of her bra, then I slip her briefs down over her hips, gasping when our movements bring damply chill flannel back into contact with my skin. `Wow, you are really wet,' she observes, her hand sliding up my thigh under my boxers, `Don't think I've ever gotten a girl this wet before,' and her fingers are remarkably soft against my labia, just the faintest touch. `So, Akane wasn't the first girl you've taken to your bed?' `What, a handsome guy like me? Of course not.' My fingers on her labia distract her nicely, `Am I the first girl who's touched you like this?' `No,' she manages after a moment, her hips rocking up towards my fingers, breath shaky, `second.' `First girl other than yourself, or second girl other than yourself,' I prompt, tracing the soft line of her inner labia with a single finger. She looks like she wants to answer, her lips moving, but nothing intelligible coming out, so I stop moving. `Hmm?' `First girl other than myself,' she says quickly, `please don't stop,' her voice desperate. `You sure?' I trace a small circle around her clitoris, `Don't wanna do anything you don't want done.' `I'm sure, please,' she gasps, her hips jerking almost randomly in responce to my carressing fingers. `More?' I ask, bringing my fingers down over the opening of her vagina. She nods, convuslively, her hips straining upward, the tip of my middle finger slipping inside. `Like this?' I continue the motion she started, pressing my finger into the welcoming heat, watching the almost soft expression on her face. `More, there,' she murmurs, pulling lightly on my hand with hers, the other releasing the edge of the futon to clench my hip with bruising force. I slip more of my middle finger into her, the tiny digit slowly vanishing, then run into something. She gasps sharply when I press at it, and I wonder for a moment what it could be as I slowly draw my finger back. `Do you want me to take it?' I ask her, vaugely amused by my deductive skills. She blinks, then nods. I stroke it back into her, brush it lightly, then draw back. `You sure?' I ask, giving into the urge and pressing the damp fabric of my boxers between my vulva and her thigh. I force down a moan as I stroke her clitoris with my thumb. `Yes!' she gasps, her breath shorter, almost matching the pace of my thumb on her clitoris. I try to keep my thumb moving at the same pace as I slowly stroke my finger into her again, then out, and then press through the softly stretchy membrane. She gasps when I do so, her thigh jerking against me, but seems to recover quickly under the rapid movement of my thumb. After a moment I resume stroking my finger through her vagina, enjoying the lovely sight of her. A very short time later she reaches orgasm, and I hold her gently, repositioning myself after the final aftershocks fade. `So, did you like that?' she asks. `Yeah,' I reply, pressing myself against her, wanting to feel her weight pressing me to the futon, but unwilling to move. `So, do I get to have my wicked way with you, now that you've had yours with me?' `I suppose, if you really want to,' I say with what even I can tell is a transparent show of reluctance. She pulls my boxers down, dropping the sweat-damp fabric on the floor next to the futon, then slips one thigh between my own. I press back against the hard muscle, amazed by the intensity. She moans softly, her hands on my hips, stroking me slowly, gently, and I can feel the warm dampness of her vulva against my own thigh. I stretch to try and kiss her, but I'm a good deal too short, so I settle for kissing and nibbling her collarbone, attempting to distract myself from the rapidly building wave of my own orgasm, glorying in the soft moans she makes as my thigh strokes soflty over her vulva, and her thigh presses against me with almost painful force. All too soon, I orgasm, the warm chemical rush flooding through me, almost as nice as the knowledge that I brought her with me. As the aftershocks fade I slip up her body a little bit, kissing my way up her neck and chin, then capturing her lips, pressing my tongue between her lips, glorying in the warm strength of her tongue as she tries to capture my own. When she breaks the kiss I bury my face against her neck, safe and secure for a little while. After a bit I feel a blanket drawn up my back, tucked around our shoulders, and give her a squeeze. `Oyasumi.' `Oyasumi.' *-* --- log: 1999 June middle: re-read Gratuity, started 1999 July 5: added log 1999 July 24-27: wrote about 1600 lines . . . 1999 July 28-Oct 9: wrote about six hundred lines . . . 1999 Oct 10: Finished day three ^^; I don't know if I'll be able to finish this by the middle of next month at this rate. 1999 Oct 10: four hundred lines 1999 Oct 13: Two hundred lines so far; maybe I'll finish day four soon 1999 Nov 5: a few paragraphs of dialog, after not working on it for almost a month. If I really hussle, maybe I can still finish this in six months. 1999 Nov 8: a little more 1999 Nov 13: Finally got the Duo running; and added a good bit. 1999 Nov 16: Worked for an hour, added over a hundred lines, then had the Duo decide that her battery was too flat and crash. great fun. 1999 Nov 17: got some more done. 1999 Nov 18: Yay! nother section! 1999 Nov 27: Actually got a decent bit done. Yay! 1999 Dec 1: got most of day five done. 1999 Dec 2: updated log for Dec 1, added a tiny bit of day six 1999 Dec 3: Finished day five, tiny bit more of day six 2000 Feb 12: worked on it off and on over the last few couple months. The Duo got to be too obnoxious, both because she's a bit slow, but mainly because I don't have a power-addapter for her. Got the 520 back, because she didn't sell for a price I'd like, and so I'm back to work again. 2000 March 9: more playing with boxen. Got a Compaq Contura Aero 4/25 in trade, got linux up and running on it, got back to work, maybe. Did a little bit of work on the 520, but not much. 2000 March 19: Got some more done, finally. I hope to finish day six soon. 2000 March 25: Finished the first draft! Finally! YAY! 2000 March 28: First full edit. 2000 December 3: reread and editted. 2001 May 20: re-wrapped at 78 columns 2005 March 16: cut up into bit-size chunks.