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Notes and Disclaimers: This was written as a submission to a writing contest. I didn’t win, but neither did anyone else. ^_^ The characters are the property of Naoko Takeuchi, Toei and Kodansha, I’m just borrowing them for a bit. If you like this, or any of my stories, please drop me a line and let me know.
This story is hentai! If you do not know what that mean, you should not be reading this story. If you are under the legal age in your state, county or town, you should not be reading this story. If you are doing it just to complain later, you should not be reading this story! DO NOT say I didn't warn you!
Romance Novel
Ami had resigned herself to an all-nighter at the library. The upcoming exam was going to be the worst yet and she wanted to ace it. She had found a quiet place, surrounded herself with invisible ‘keep away’ vibes and settled in for the evening. Time slipped away as she poured over the many books that formed walls around her.
It was after midnight when she finally went in search of the water fountain. She found herself practically alone in the huge building. Several people, obviously asleep, slumped over opens books and two people at the discharge desk, both of whom she recognized as having the same upcoming test, where the only souls she saw as she returned to her table. She paused, stretched like a cat and sank back into her chair.
While she had been away someone had placed a book at her place. It was open with a post-it note attached to it. "Begin here," it read with an arrow indicating a paragraph, low on the page. Ami picked up the book, puzzled. She flipped it closed to get a look at the cover. It turned out to be a trashy novel with a Fabio type man portrayed on the cover. She frowned and dropped it to the side. With an incredulous shake of her head she picked up a textbook and resumed her studies.
Almost two hours later she was ready for another break. She rose and stretched, glanced at the books she had finished with and decided to get rid of them on this trip. When she again reclaimed her seat the same romance novel was open as before. She closed it, placed it to the side and tried to look around herself without being obvious. Someone was watching her. She didn’t feel at all afraid, but she did feel uncomfortable. She rose, retraced her steps to the front desk, and once out of sight of her things went back at a different angle.
She was too late.
The book was once again open on the table. She went over, picked it up and with a sigh began to read.
The content was exactly what she had expected, but the writing style, the voice… Ami sat down and found that she had read five pages before she gave it another thought. This book was amazing; and the scene being described was extremely sexual. Ami unconsciously shifted in her chair, her body temperature rising with each page. When she reached the end of the chapter she was flushed and panting softly. She placed the book down and hastily sought relief in the cold night air.
The library had it’s own courtyard garden and Ami headed that way. The night was crisp and clear as she hurried into its embrace. The air chilled her hot skin and she wrapped her arms around herself, glad to be alone with her thoughts.
"I knew you would come," came a voice. Ami straightened in surprise, but turning towards the speaker knew who it was even as she rounded on him.
"Ryo-san," she sighed from her soul, a hand on her pounding heart. He moved into the light, but stood as far from her as the little space would allow. He was taller, his hair longer, but it was him. She took a step towards him, smiling shyly, "Did you leave that book for me?" As she closed the distance between them he made no move towards her. When she was within arms length he stretched out his hand and caressed her cheek. Ami sucked in her breath, surprised by his forwardness, but the look of longing in his eyes arrested any protest she might have made. He had the same sad, all seeing look he always did and she suddenly felt the full weight of his burden collide into her. She stood still and permitted him to brush her hair back off her face.
"What have you seen?" she asked, her voice tremulous.
He didn’t answer her in words; his eyes never left her face. He caught her limp hand and guided her towards him. His free arm was around her in a second, pulling her in and she felt his warm body pressed against hers. Bending over her, his mouth come down on the edge of her jaw near her ear. Ami gasped, feeling the embers that the book had kindled flare into a fire. She heard herself whispering his name as her eyes rolled close. Her hands moved of their own accord and found their way inside his jacket, sliding along his back. His mouth remained on her neck as his kiss became harder, more insistent and finally she felt him add his teeth to her skin. He was slowly bending her backwards, and she felt her trust of him supporting her. His arms were like steel, holding her across her shoulders and around her waist. Using his lower hand to tug at her shirt, Ami felt the white silk working free of her waistband and then his hand on her back. His touch trailed fire and made her writhe in his arms. She longed to feel him, touch his skin and quickly pulled his shirt up and out of her way. He moaned against her throat as her hands came into contact with his burning flesh. Ami’s mouth fell open at the sound and Urawa took advantage of the action to cover it with his own. Moving swiftly he spun her towards a nearby tree and Ami felt rough bark on her back as he pressed her against it, his hands moved to her waist. Squeezing her hips hard he slowly moved his hands downward, seemingly crushing her between his palms. When they reached bare thigh he gradually drew them up, lifting her skirt as they rose. Ami shook her head weakly, knowing she had no desire for him to stop but feeling she should say something. He reluctantly backed away from her lips, looking deep into her eyes. Ami felt herself melting into him as his soulful eyes touched her heart. She put her hands on either side of his face and roughly pulled his mouth back down onto her own. Urawa responded to her passion, his hands coming up to rest against her panties. Ami was able to step out of them in the next second, his hands sliding back up her legs, cupping the curve of her buttock as he cradled her smooth skin. She freed her hands from the twisted material of his shirt and moved to undo his belt only to find he had anticipated her, one of his hands having already moved his pants to a point below his erection. Ami felt waves of heat rising off his skin as she timidly reached towards him. Urawa growled deep in his throat, bringing her questing to a halt. He picked her up very slightly and lowered her onto his throbbing cock. Ami gasped softly as her lips parted, his erection pulsing along the length of her. He stood, unmoving, his eyes shut, waiting. Ami saw he was not about to do anything she didn’t want herself and felt an aching in her heart.
"Please…" she managed, her voice heavy with desire. She laced her fingers together at the back of his neck and pulled herself closer, feeling him slide easily in the moisture he helped create.
Urawa again lifted her with ease and together they moved their bodies until Ami could feel him about to enter her. She clung to him then, her head buried against his neck. Urawa hesitated only a moment and then thrust himself deep within her. Ami bit down hard on his shoulder as he pierced her, a strangled cry of pleasure mixed with pain. He held her, gently supporting her, allowing her time to get used to this new sensation. Ami, her hands still around his neck, slowly began to move on him. The fact that they were both unpracticed went unnoticed, so lost were they in pleasing each other. Ami felt years of unexpressed emotions falling away with each thrust of his hips and the rising heat between them burned away her fears. She closed her eyes, blocking out everything but the sounds of their labored breathing, the scent of his body and the heat rising off him.
"Ami," he whispered, close to her ear, his breath coming in short gasps, "I saw you, I saw your passion, and I wanted it to be me. I wanted so much for it to be me."
His words, his breath on her neck… Ami’s head dropped back in the wake of her approaching climax. Her hands twisted into his hair as she strained for the release he offered. Urawa’s pumping hips reached a frenzied pitch and at the peek of ecstasy Ami’s vision went white.
That she was seeing was clear to her, but what she saw made her pause. Urawa stood before her, his back presenting itself to her. He seemed to be underwater, his hair drifting lazily. Ami moved a hand to her face and saw a trail of bubbles follow her fingers. She pushed off, gliding towards him, and as she approached he turned, as if hearing her somehow. His hands where at his chest and as she came around to face him she saw he was holding a harp of water.
"Aqua Rhapsody," she whispered in surprise.
Urawa’s cry as he came deep within her made her eyes fly open. Searing liquid fire filled her and she almost cried out. She clung to him, panting, wet from his sweat, but warm and oddly at peace. Her head lolled onto his chest and she caught a glimpse of something blue over his heart. Curious she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it back, exposing a harp shaped tattoo. The image seemed to be formed of water and bubbles. She raised her eyes to him in surprise, and he blushed.
"So you’ll always be with me," he said shyly and kissed her again.