WARNING, this is a lemon fanfic, it contains sexual events in great detail. But there is also a lot of plot so be forewarned that it takes a while to get to the juicy parts. If you are under 18 you shouldn't be reading this! Go read some Ranma 1/2 happy fics Kiddies! Summer Colds A Blueseed Lemon (With PLOT, oh my gawd!) By: MomijiKusy (AKA Innaho) "Momiji, are you sure that you don't want me to stay the night?" Reiko asked her friend one last time, "I can stay if you want me to." Momiji smiled, she was scared to death of staying home alone for the night but said, "No, that's okay," She managed the best smile she could, "I think that I should be able to handle it. I am eighteen now!" "Yeah, for like five minutes!" Reiko giggled. "Are you sure? I don't want you to be alone on your eighteenth birthday." "I'll be fine! Now go to bed, we have finals soon so you need rest, class rep!" Momiji bounded up the shrine steps, "Ja ne!" Reiko waved and started down the street towards her end of town. Momiji hoped that she'd be able to make it home before the storm started. The news had called for sever thunder storms that evening. Momiji quietly slipped her shoes off and stepped onto the verandah. Kunikida-san was away with the rest of the TAC unit in Kushiro in Hokkaido. Momiji wished that she had either been with them or that they were here, it was her birthday after all. "I thought that the eighteenth birthday was supposed to be special..." She grumbled. She shut the screen behind her with an extra vigor to help vent her anger. The rest of the evening was totally uneventful. Actually, it was down right boring. Nothing was on the TV, she only had to heat up her dinner, the radio was out and to boot, it had started to rain. Momiji decided, finally, just to go to bed. But even then, sleep was playing tricks, always avoiding her grasp ever so slightly. The rain beat steadily against the paper in Momiji's bedroom window. It lulled her almost into sleep before the huge blast of thunder deafened her ears. A small yelp escaped her mouth as the wind outside pealed against the window. Momiji pulled the comforter over her head. As she lay there, looking up at the dark pattern of stars on the under-side of her bed spread, the lightening flashed again, lighting them up for an instant. It was odd. Usually there were no stars to be seen in Tokyo, but even these fake ones eased a little of Momiji's fear. Her mother hadn't even come to see her, but her grandmother was very sick. It was wrong to be mad at her for that. But still, after two years since Momiji's sacrifice, she felt she was lacking something. Yaegashi had whispered that she could now look at Cyber porn since she was eighteen, but she had been looking at that stuff ever since she could remember. When was the first she had looked at that kind of stuff...? Momiji smiled a small, sly smile. She remembered. It was about a week after she met Kusanagi-san. Boy, talk about sexual frustration! If she hadn't have had to be intact in case of the need of her sacrifice, she would have jumped him about two weeks after they met. Matsudaira-san had pulled her aside one evening after work and explained just why is was so important to save herself for the person who would be able to love her unconditionally. "Momiji, right now he loves Kaede." She had said. "It just isn't the right time. He might be all wrong for you and if you give yourself to him, you'll be able to take yourself back but you'll never be able to restore your virginity." And so, Momiji had waited. She still wasn't sure that Kusanagi-san was the one for her. So she waited some more. The whole thing with Valencia had really opened her eyes though. Before that, not even a week before, she had tried to urge him on a bit. The whole incident in his apartment had really depressed her. After tripping him to get him into the proper position, on top of her, he had panicked and in his rush to get to the furthest corner from her, had called her a child. Momiji grimaced at that memory. Children don't cream their jeans like she had a few moments before that. Then Valencia Tachibana had shown up. Momiji growled at that memory. She really didn't like her then. Red hair, perfect breasts...and boy, did Kusanagi-san love breasts. Thank god he had chosen her instead of Valencia. Momiji smiled, she liked Valencia now, but she was very, very glad she was back in San Francisco. Momiji tossed over to the other side of her bed, she really needed to get her own apartment. Kunikida-san just didn't realize how important it was to her to have some privacy. Especially when she was thinking about Kusanagi-san. She kept her wallet with his pictures in it next to her bed. Her all time favorite was still in the front of it with the ticket stub over her butt, from their first date. But her second favorite was the one of him asleep in the grass. She had stolen his little disposable camera and snapped the shot. His face was angled to one side, one arm over his chest and the other curved to support his head as he slept. There were a lot of kiss marks on it now... The date wasn't very eventful, since he slept almost the whole time, but it was worth it to get that picture. She wasn't all that shocked to find a couple of interesting pictures of her in that roll of film, although the lady at the development kiosk was a little wary of her from then on. Momiji slipped the extra pictures of her back into Kusanagi's pocket on their next date, in case he got lonely that night. The thunder rumbled out again, followed by another flash of lightening. It was amazing how lonely nights like this could be. She sighed and rolled over again. Her stomach growled, Momiji blushed, how could she possibly be hungry? Her stomach growled at her mind, it was hungry and it was going to get it's point across. She sighed, gently pushing the covers off her pajama clad figure. She was sweating so she absently kicked the bottoms off. She flipped the light switch as she went down the stairs. As she opened the door to the kitchen, she heard a soft tap at the front door. Ice cream clutched to her chest, Momiji ran up the stairs, back to her room. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid that it would burst. She knew that it wasn't anyone from the TAC, and her mother had called her earlier... So who the hell had knocked? Thunder boomed and Momiji leapt to her bed and yanked the covers over herself. There was a soft scraping sound, suddenly, in her room. Someone was coming in through the window. She whimpered. "Momiji?" She let her furrowed brow ease up a little. She raised up slightly so she could hear better. "Ku-Kusanagi-san?" "Yeah, it's me. Where are you?" He sounded like he was about to laugh. "Eh-heh, I'm under the covers..." Up went the bed spread. And he was laughing. "What in the world are you doing, hiding under your covers clutching ice cream to your chest? Do you have some kind of fetish I should know about?" Momiji looked at him, watching as he laughed at her. Her chest started to hurt and she fought to keep the tears away but they came anyway. "N-no...why did you come in through the window?" "I knocked on the front door, but no one answered." He yawned. "I lost the key to my apartment and locked myself out. I was wondering whether you had an extra key or not." Momiji looked up slowly, "You know I don't." Why had he come here, in the rain, to ask her a question she already knew the answer to...? Maybe he had remembered that it was her birthday. That's wonderful, she thought, he actually remembered it! "What's with the shit eating grin?" He stifled a sneeze. "I just through of something funny..." "Oh really?" He sneezed again. "Don't you know what today is?" She smiled. A look of confusion crossed over his face, quickly followed by a look of "Oh, god, she's gonna kill me!" "Eh-heh...did I forget something again?" He turned around quickly, raindrops clung to the hem of his coat, then fell to the carpet. Momiji's throat tightened again. He had forgotten her birthday, her eighteenth birthday. How dare he come here and pretend that she meant something to him and then forget one of the most important days of her life. Why couldn't he just remember for once!? She remembered every day of every date of every hour of their relationship. How could he treat her like she was just a trivial person with no emotions or heart! She loved him, and she had thought that he loved her in return. She had been wrong, Matsudaira-san was right, he wasn't the one. He was just a stepping stone in life's loves and losses. Someone to look back on and try to remember his name when her daughter asks her who her first boyfriend was. God, he wasn't even her boyfriend! I hate you, Momiji through, I hate you, I hate you, I hate- Kusanagi had turned back around and was holding a small, perfectly wrapped box with a red ribbon attached. Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you!!! "Um...I, uh, got this for you..." The usual cocky grin was replaced by a look of embarrassment and shyness. He pushed the box into her hands, shivered as their fingers brushed and retreated to her desk chair across the room. Momiji looked up from the box to his face and motioned for him to sit next to her on the bed. He slowly and warily approached the bed and sat down. His weight made the edge of the bed sag, Momiji lost her balance and fell against him. As she did, the ice cream, now well on it's way to being ice soup, spilled on both of their laps. Momiji gasped as the cold spread across her bare legs and soaked her panties. She sprung off the bed and landed on the floor on her butt with a thump. Kusanagi stood up trying to keep his balance as the Neapolitan made a chocolate, vanilla and strawberry patterns on his pants and shirt. Momiji looked up as he swore and absently brushed at his pants, the ice cream soaking his already wet attire. He sneezed again. Momiji grabbed a Kleenex and without a thought, started to try to mop the stuff off him. She was level with his crotch and had started to wipe there without thinking. Pulling her hand away, Momiji blushed even more. Something had twitched... Kusanagi stumbled back gasping. The back of his knees hit the bed and he fell over backwards with a startled yelp. Water and ice cream droplets flew through the air and splattered on Momiji who had fallen from her knees to her side in the commotion. She sat up, tried to brush the cold away from her own crotch and looked at Kusanagi. He was looked at her oddly, actually he was looking at her active hand oddly. He turned his head away almost immediately. "S-sorry." Momiji looked at herself and then at him and then at herself again. Then she started to cackle uncontrollably. The whole situation was just so incredibly silly. After a few seconds, Kusanagi joined her. Finally after they both ran out of air, they stopped laughing. "Do you need to stay here tonight?" Momiji asked boldly. "Well, it is your eighteenth birthday..." He mock growled. "Are you sure you want a man in the house with you tonight?" Momiji threw a pillow at him. He let it hit him in the face. "That's the Kusanagi-san I know!" She laughed happily. "You wouldn't have the guts to do anything anyway!" He sneezed twice, sniffed and looked at her closely, "And why do you think that?" Momiji scooted over to where he sat on the floor and snuggled up under his arm. "Because, no matter how perverted you pretend to be, you'd never do anything to me unless I raped you!" She fingered the ribbon on her present, "So, can I open this?" He nodded his head. She gently unraveled the red ribbon, slipped her fingernails between the paper and sliced the tape open. Her heart sped up as she slipped the velvet case from the wrapping paper. "What is it?" "Open it and see." He gently eased his arm out from behind her, allowing her full use of both her hands. He wanted to see her eyes when she opened the gift. She was slowly opening the box, his nose started to itch. Just as she opened the present all the way he sneezed and missed the moment when she first saw the necklace he had picked out from the jeweler. She didn't move at all, other than lowering her head. He was stunned, he was sure she would have liked it! His stomach tightened into a knot when he saw tears fall down her cheeks. "I can exchange it!" He burst out. "If you don't like it, I'll get you different one!" He panicked. Momiji looked down at the only gift she received for her eighteenth birthday. The fragile gold chain wrapped itself around a tiny red maple leaf edged with gold. It was perfect, so beautiful and so perfect. She felt the tears slip down her cheeks and heard Kusanagi-san's panicked voice. He thought that she didn't like it. She smiled and threw her arms around him. "Oh, thank you! I love it! It's perfect!" She whispered into his ear. She pulled back and watched with awe as the panic drained from his face. She whipped around and held out the chain to him, "Well, help me put it on!" She smiled even more as she felt the heat of his hands on the back of her neck. It was strangely arousing. The chain fastened, there was a new and unusual pull on her neck. Momiji looked down and saw that the small leaf nestled where the faint scar of her mitama had once been. "Do you ever regret loosing your link with me?" Kusanagi asked slowly. His eyes following Momiji's to the faded scar. After being that close to someone, it was very hard to know that they were still there but not feel them like he had once felt her. That closeness was the only thing that kept him going sometimes. Or at least, it had been. It was almost a physical pain sometimes, not being able to read her mind and thoughts. It was flattering to know some of her feeling for him. Momiji twisted around to face him. She slowly picked up his hand and led it to her forehead. "Just because I can't feel you here," She began and then guided it to her left breast, "Doesn't mean that I can't feel you here." She gently lifted his hand away from her and laughed inwardly at his crestfallen look. Suddenly her chest felt very cold. She tilted her head down to look at her pajamas, over her right breast was a wet hand print. She looked up and finally noticed just how drenched Kusanagi was. "Kusanagi-san, you're drenched!" He accentuated her statement with a sneeze. "We've got to get you warmed up, before you catch cold!" She dismissed his sly look with an angry one, "Not like that!" A few minutes later Kusanagi was soaking in the warm waters of the downstairs bathroom. He was more than a little confused. Momiji was acting a little weird. He couldn't figure out if she was teasing him or if she really didn't realize how many sexual signals she was sending him. First off there was the front door episode. Had she really been scared or did she just want to get him into her room? Then, how come she wasn't wearing any pants?! And above that she had made no move to put some on! And then she had tried to get him on the bed and spilled cold ice cream soup on his crotch...She had pulled the trip the man into bed trick once. Thank god he had been able to hide the hard-on he got after she had tried to rub the stuff off him. Had that been her intention? To get him aroused enough to do something...Hell, all she had to do was ask! Then she had made him touch her breast... He shook his head slowly. Maybe she was finally starting to grow up a little. Being her eighteenth birthday and all, maybe she was entitled to be a little horny tonight. He had thought of doing her plenty of times, especially the night before the day of her sacrifice. He didn't want her to die, she meant too much to him. But, somehow he had been able to hold back. That would have been almost like rape because he would have done it to her with or without her consent. Besides, he wanted her first time to be special for her. All red roses, romantic music and all that sentimental stuff...He didn't think he could pull that. Sighing he slipped deeper into the water, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles. And as those muscles started to relax, another started to get very hard at the thought of Momiji lying naked on her bed. Damn, how come his other muscles were so tight? Was it because of the stress or something else? Behind him the door slowly slid open. "Kusanagi-san?" Then his muscles got, really, really tight. Maybe he had just imagined that Momiji had called his name... "Kusanagi-san, are you still in here?" Aww, shit... "Yeah..." He squeaked. Why was she in here while he was naked?! He sunk lower into the water to hide his bobbing, throbbing erection. "I thought...I-I thought that you might need a back rub as a thank you for my birthday present." She laughed nervously, at least she still giggles the same, he thought. Maybe she means after my bath..."Don't look, okay?" Oh. Dear. God. "Kusanagi-san, maybe you've been soaking too long, you're all red." "Uh...uh...I'm just a little sick, maybe you shouldn't, I don't want you to get my cold..." He managed to speak the whole thing without his voice cracking. He gulped as he felt the water lap and rise at his back. "Oh, don't be silly!" Momiji giggled, wrapping her hands around his tight shoulders. As she did so, her pert nipples brushed against his back. "I want to and cold or no cold, I'm going to!" She moved again, trying to get more comfortable position. She ended up straddling him from behind and kneaded her strong fingers into his shoulders and spine. Kusanagi shifted, causing her hands to slip and the nails to make dark scratches on his already tan skin. "I'm sorry!" Momiji panicked and splashed some of the water on the wounds. Kusanagi hissed as the water came into contact with his injured skin. "Dammit, Momiji!" He yelled and then instantly regretted it. He twisted around as she quickly jerked her hands away. "I didn't mean that!" Momiji was curled up in a little ball in the furthest corner of the tub. Her bangs hid her eyes, but from the color of her face and the slippery spots on her face gave away that she was crying. And this time it wasn't because she was happy. Her pale, slim arms were tightly folded, pinning her knees to her chest. Her chest was shuddering with silent sobs. Her ends of her hair were billowed around her like a surreal dress. Her heart hurt. Kusanagi looked at her and finally realized what was happening. He had rejected her in the worst way a man could ever reject a woman. He tried to look her in the eyes, but she turned away. "Momiji, please look at me..." He whispered, gently brushing the hair out of her eyes. Her green, tear filled eyes turned to him accusing, hating, and hurting...and loving. Even thought he had hurt her so deeply, she still loved him. He wrapped his strong arms around her taunt body. For a second he thought that she would try to pull away but she went almost limp as he held her in his lap. Her slim arms gently slid up his back and Momiji pulled him even closer, yearning as the warmth of his body healed her wounded heart. Finally, Kusanagi thought, finally, she knows how I feel... "Kusanagi-san?" She whispered. "Yes?" "I need to know how you feel about me." Her body turned tense again. A big sweat drop appeared on the back of his head. Oh, well, so much for the subtle approach. He gently cradled her hand and led it to his erect manhood. From the flushed look on her face, he knew he had got his point across. "Do you see what you do to me? I haven't ever felt like this about anyone before. You are the only one who accepts me as a human being and as a man. To everyone else, I'm a monster." He took a deep breath, "Momiji, the truth is...I-Iloveyou!" He said the last part as fast as he could. He closed his eyes and waited for a response. After a few seconds he opened his eyes. Momiji wasn't paying attention. She was enthralled with something else. "It's so big..." "Did you hear a word I just said?" He looked at her blushing face. "Guess not..." Well, two could play this game. He let his eyes drift downward to her chest. Yep, he'd thought she'd gone up a cup size. The steam from the bath made her twin mounds glisten and the nipples very pert. It was amazing how small her tits were, he thought, shit, even her tits were cute. Momiji looked up and caught his eyes as they wandered further down. "Kusanagi, you're being naughty." She gave him a playful squeeze and smiled as his eyes snapped back to her face. "Now, then, I know this isn't the first time you've seen me naked. Otherwise I'd be in a bathing suit." She smiled as he was about to protest. "Don't argue with me, Mr. Disposable Camera." "Well...I..." This wasn't fair! He'd just told her he loved her after three years of holding it back and she was being all high and mighty about not being embarrassed about flitting around in her birthday suit. It was true, he had innocently caught her in the nude one night as she got out of the shower. He was outside her window, making sure there weren't any peeking perverts around...okay, he had been there to peep. Okay, he'd seen her naked on many occasions, usually on school nights she'd sleep in the nude. Oh, he loved school nights... And the tree outside her room gave him such a good view. He came back to earth quick enough to wipe the drool away without her seeing it. "Well, okay, fine, I've seen you naked and now you've seen me naked so we're even." Momiji looked at him with a sly look he'd never seen her use before. "Oh, no. It's not that easy, Kusanagi-san. You'll have to make it up to me since you've seen me naked soooo many times. And I've only just now seen you in the buff." She leaned forward, snuggling up to his chest. She gently traced the four mitamas on his chest with the tip of her finger. "Tell me you love me." "I already did!" Her eyes shot open. "You did not! WHEN?" "Like five minutes ago!" "I didn't hear you!" "No kidding, you were too busy looking at my manhood!" "'Manhood'? No one uses that term except in romance novel and hentai fanfics!" "Oh and how would you know!?" "Well, I have to get some somewhere!" "Why didn't you come to me then?" He suddenly realized what he had just said as Momiji blushed fiercely. "I-I wasn't old enough." Momiji turned away to peer into the water. If only she'd known. She'd have been in his pants faster than Sakura could conjure a shikigami. "Well, could you repeat yourself?" She asked meekly. He'd finally told her he loved her and she hadn't even heard him. God, I'm such a ditz! "I love you." It didn't sound forced or wrong. A surge of happiness swept over her as the words she had waited for for three years finally were said. "Thank you." She whispered and contentedly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh, is that's all I get?" He looked down at her head and face that were pressed against his muscular chest. And in that instant, he wanted more. And the instant after that, she knew that too. "Momiji...um..." "I know." Her heart was pounding so fast she was afraid that she'd faint. This was what she wanted, but she still wasn't sure that he really loved her or if he was just lusting after her. A tingling had started between her legs and her face was flushed even more than normal. That she was still a virgin at eighteen wasn't unusual because of her upbringing. But for years she had had fantasies about this singular moment when she made the decision to actually go ahead and just do it. She had considered waiting until she was married, but right now that didn't look very likely. And she didn't think that Kusanagi would wait that long. Especially now. Kusanagi's mind was whirling. Did she really want to do this or was she just doing what she thought he wanted. Not that he minded, that wasn't the problem. But he was still a technical virgin... He didn't know if he'd be able to please her. He had no idea what kind of lover he was or even if he would be able to make love to Momiji in a way that wouldn't disappoint her. He didn't even have a condom on him. Whooo, mental note "Go to store, get condom." "So...I guess that maybe...we, um, should...ah..." Momiji stuttered. Oh, this was going to be interesting. Kusanagi gently released her and stepped out of the tub. "I'll be right back, okay?" Even though they hadn't slept around, the last thing he wanted was for Momiji to get pregnant. So he had to go to the store. "W-where are you going?" Momiji looked up with startled eyes. Was he just going to leave? Had she misunderstood what was going on? Dammit she wanted to get laid and she wanted it soon! Kusanagi looked down at her, stooped and gave her a quick kiss. "Don't worry, I just want to get a condom, so things are safe." She nodded her head slowly. Biting her lip she said, "Promise you'll come back?" Kusanagi smiled and nodded. Momiji stared at the clock beside her bed. He wasn't coming back...okay, so he'd only been gone half an hour, but still she was anxious for him to get back. So many thoughts were racing through her head. What if he didn't think her body was pretty...? No, he'd seen her body plenty of times, so that wasn't an issue. Well, what if she wasn't experienced enough to make the night enjoyable? Surely, he'd have something by which to judge her performance. God, Momiji! She thought angrily, this isn't a contest! She flopped over and stared at the wall. What if it hurt...? The mere size of his penis was something to contend with all in itself. The rain pelted the window in a strange symphony that both helped and agitated Momiji's mood. She still couldn't believe that his penis was that big! Suddenly she stifled a laugh. God, what if he could make it grow like he could with his arms and legs? That'd be an experience. The more she thought about it, the funnier it became. Within a few seconds the room was filled with Momiji's hysterical laughter. Kusanagi ran through the darkened streets, desperately searching for an open store. Finally, he spotted a store light with the curtain still hanging up. He dashed through the rain and darted into the convenience shop. The store keeper looked up from her tabloid as Kusanagi made a less than graceful entrance. "Welcome to Quickie Store. Is there anything I can assist you with." Kusanagi was suddenly struck silent. He couldn't ask a woman for condoms... "Um, is there a man here?" He looked down, pretending to study the floor tiles very carefully. "Excuse me?" The woman looked dumbfounded. Then she smiled, very slowly. "Aisle six." He looked up slowly and walked to the aisle. Sure enough there were the condoms. Colored ones, fruit flavored ones, ribbed ones, glow-in-the-dark ones, smiley faced ones, and sizes and shapes beyond imagination. My god, he thought, which is the right one...He had no idea that there was this kind of selection. Five minutes later, Kusanagi was still standing there, his coat dripping on the floor, trying to figure out what to buy. A hand reached out and picked up a package with practiced precision. Kusanagi looked over his shoulder at a Japanese boy in raggedy clothes and a strange red tattoo in the middle of his forehead and pencil thin, squinty eyes. "Are those a good kind?" He blurted out, happy to see another male in the same position as he was in. "Well, they serve their purpose. I guess the kind of condom depends on the girl." He looked down at the box of "Extra Soft for Her Comfort" condoms, reached out and pulled another different box down. The box was labeled, "Extra Spiky for Her Enjoyment." The boy sighed. "Uh, those are kinda drastically different..." The boy sighed again, "Well, my girlfriend is a little...bipolar. One minute she's sweet and innocent, the next that third eye pops open and she's 'Little Miss S&M.'" A sweat drop the size of a basketball appeared on Kusanagi's head as the boy walked back to the counter. "'Third eye'?" Finally he chose the "Extra soft" condoms and headed out, suddenly some pink roses caught his eye. He trotted over the flower stand in the back corner. "All roses and sweet stuff..." Momiji paced back and forth, the rain had eased up to a few drops a second, slowing the tempo of the storm. He had to come back...he just had to. Her heart was pounding, her mind was soaring with the tension of the event. She had used part of her special bath lotion to soften her water wrinkled skin and powdered her skin to be even softer. She had changed into a pair of her silk pajamas, they slid softly against her moist skin. Basically, she now felt like a feather in silk boxers. In her nervous pacing she had changed the bedding and made the bed, picked up the dirty clothes and mopped up the spilt ice cream. She took a deep breath and sat down on her bed. It was important that she wasn't tense...She was so happy, the man she loved finally admitted that he felt the same way. And soon the two of them would be like one. She giggled, that sounded so corny! Okay, so they were gonna get jiggy with it. Oh, god, that was even worse! For some reason, everything seemed very funny suddenly. Then she started to cry, the tears streaming down her face as her laughter turned to sobs. She was terrified...she loved him so much. What if...after this, he didn't love her anymore. She wanted this so badly...the tears fell to the satin pillow case, making small spots. By the time the window slid open, she was crying so hard that she didn't even notice that Kusanagi had returned. "Momiji? What's wrong?" Oh, god, what happened?! He panicked, had he done something wrong? Did she get hurt or something? He put the paper sack on the desk and did the only thing that felt right, went over and just held her as she sobbed. His rough hands gently caressed her soft hair. He had no idea what was going on... tenderly he rocked her slowly back and forth, cradling her shaking body. "I-I'm s-s-sorry." She cried into his arms. "I-I just d-d-don't know what I want r-right n-now." So that was it...She was having second thoughts. "Momiji, it's okay if you want to wait. I don't mind at all, and if you aren't absolutely sure about this then we need to stop this right now." He hated the fact that he wasn't gonna get any, but this was Momiji...his sweet Momiji. If she need to wait, he'd wait, he didn't like it, but he would wait. Momiji took a deep breath to compensate for the loss of air during her sobs. She wrapped her arms around his back. He would stop if she wanted him to. That meant the world to her, she knew then that he wasn't just lustful. Her heart soared again. Gently she raised her face to his and kissed him boldly and deeply. "I-I want you." She whispered when the kiss ended. Her hands reached up and pushed the folds of his coat away from him. He helped her and the coat fell to the floor with a muffled fwump. Wait, his mind yelled. Talk to her, make absolutely sure that this is what she really wants! Her warm hands were slowly pushing up his shirt from his wet chest. "M-Momiji...are you..." Her hands were so warm...He swallowed hard, trying to regain some of his former composure. The shirt was off... "Are you sure...that..." Her lips were placing soft kisses on his bare chest, each one sent small fiery shocks through his body. "...you want to do this?" The last part came out as a squeak. The soft brush of her silk pajamas silently answered his question as she leaned him back on the bed with her body. There, he thought to his conscience, are you happy? She the one putting the moves on me! He leaned back and let down his barriers. He's still so cold, Momiji thought. She wished for the thousandth time that she still had her mitama, that way she'd be able to let them react and heat him up. She smiled. Oh, well, what blueseeds couldn't do, human bodies can do ever so much better. She was actually surprised that she was able to be so bold. "Kusanagi-san?" "Yeah?" She grinned, "Does it grow?" She snorted. What the hell was she talking about? "Excuse me?" "I want to" She giggled, "know if it" Cackling, "grows!" She fell to the bed beside him laughing. Oh, god, she thought, I can't believe that I'm about to have sex and I just asked Kusanagi-san if his dong grows! Her air was running out, she kept having to gasp to get enough oxygen. Suddenly, she hiccuped. "Let's find out, shall we?" It wouldn't have been Momiji if she had kept up the little seductress act, maybe this was better. So he assumed the dominate role. His fingers fiddled with each of the pearly buttons that adorned her silky pajamas until they released their bond with the fabric. He grinned, no bra, yea! Momiji let out a little gasp as Kusanagi softly stroked her tender breast . It was amazing that he could make her feel this good. The warmth between her legs spread to her tummy and her chest. He kissed her again, his tongue slipping deftly into her small, sweet mouth. Momiji was a little taken aback by this move, but quickly submitted to the more than welcome intrusion. He must have picked up some cinnamon breath mints at the store too. The spicy, sweet taste spread into her eager mouth as their tongues explored the other. Momiji sighed contentedly, the warm, strange, tingly feeling had reached her head. Oh, yes, she thought, keep doing this... Her breasts were becoming more full with each touch, the nipples hardening into little knots. Kusanagi broke the kiss and let his mouth leave a trail of kisses down her neck and breast bone. Momiji let out a little moan of protest, her back arching. His mouth replaced his hand as his tongue traced a circle around her pebble of a nipple. With each breath, he picked up the tempo just a little. His other hand strayed slowly down to her silky boxers. His powerfully gentle fingers caressed the warmth between her legs through the gauzy material. Momiji writhed beneath his torso. Gasping for enough air to compensate for the sudden rush of sensuality, Momiji laced her fingers through his dark hair. Moaning, she clamped her legs together, succeeding only in pulling his hand closer to her. The weight of his body, the lingering taste of him, and his ability to arouse her to no ends had finally all collided into this one moment. Sparks went off behind her eyes, lightening coursing through her body, Momiji cried out as the contact was too much to handle. Kusanagi wiggled a bit, Momiji had damn near broken his hand! What the hell did she spasm like that for? Damn, he thought, what the hell's wrong with me?! It's not a bad that that she orgasmed! The fact that she had come eased his worries about being a good lover, shit, he had been touching her for less than five minutes. If his pants hadn't been so tight in the front he might have been cocky. Momiji lay there for a moment, falling back from the enormous height that she had just reached. She struggled to get her breath back. Her eyes were glazed and full. She stared up at Kusanagi and grinned. "Bad, Kusanagi..." "Huh?" What the hell!? She just orgasmed for god's sake! What was she complaining about now? Momiji grabbed his shoulder and flipped him onto his back. A strange, almost evil little grin was pulling at her mouth. "I said, 'Bad, Kusanagi...'" She pushed her mouth against him. There was no doubt that their lips would be bruised by sunup. She mumbled through their kiss, "You were poking me with something hard." Her hand went to the front of his pants, "I wonder what it was....?" That little evil grin was getting bigger and bigger and it wasn't the only thing. "You know, you HAVE been a very cruel little boy...What with all this with Kaede, Sakura and Valencia, a girl could feel really left out." "Uh...sorry?" Momiji's eyes lit up. "So, then, who is the one that you love the most?" She let her grip slowly loosen and hoped that he would get the idea. Kusanagi frowned. What the hell was wrong with her!? After all that they had been through together, here she was, acting all high and mighty just cause she had seen him be attracted to other women in the past. At that moment, he wasn't all that happy with the little seductress act that she was playing out. "In what order?" The light in her eyes dimmed a little, that had hit home a little too hard. She brushed her hair behind her ear to compensate for the momentary lapse in conversation. Momiji leaned back, crossing her legs and just stared at him for a solid minute. Then in a low, controlled voice she replied, "In whatever order you prefer, Kusanagi-san." Raising up on his forearms, he looked closely at Momiji. The tell tale pink splotches had appeared on the soft skin of her face. What he had said was too much. I'm a damned idiot, he cursed at himself. There was no need to do something that harsh. "Well, let's see. Shall we start from the beginning?" Momiji choked back a sob as he left the softness of the bed and paced towards the corner of her room. She screwed her eyes shut, it wasn't fair! Dumb, dumb, dumb girl! Why would he ever really feel for her what he had for Kaede or even Sakura? "Well, let's see." He walked back towards her. "I fell in love with Kaede because I had never known anyone else cause I was so busy trying to protect her. But-" He leaned over and kissed Momiji gently in the forehead. "-I never did that to her." Momiji brightened just a little. "I also was attracted to Sakura, just because she was different and foreign. But I never did this to her." He sat down with a paper bag at his side. Leaning over he kissed her again, this time on the lips. This time Momiji kissed him back just a little. "I almost fell in love with Valencia because she understood what it felt like to be someone like me. But she was not the one I was looking for at all although, god knows how she tried to change my mind." He pulled her onto his lap and held her to his chest, cradling her like a precious thing. "But I have never, ever loved someone like I have loved you. And I have never given a girl flowers." He reached for the bag beside him and pulled out half a dozen pink roses. "Until now. Hope these are okay, they were out of red ones." Her heart was in her throat, damn, he was good. She had no idea that he could actually be capable of being romantic. This was far and beyond what she had hoped for. He had gotten her roses... beautiful pink roses. The tears were back again. But now they were happy tears. Oh, shit! She's crying again! He thought that after that Oscar worthy monologue that she'd be fine again. What was it? It must be the color of the roses, they aren't red! They are supposed to be red! Stupid, stupid, stupid boy! This would have been so much easier if she had just thrown herself on the bed, spread her legs and yelled, "Take me Kusanagi, take me now!" like they do in those corny Harlequin Romance Novels. Okay, plan two, he thought. Grab her and rock her till she stops crying again. Leaning over, he wrapped his strong arms around her, just under her bare breasts. The contact of skin was enough to start the fire of arousal burning again. Momiji blushed...he had brushed against her chest just hard enough for her nether regions to notice that there was still a sexual aura lurking around down there. Leaning back, she raised her tear stained face towards him. Okay, she thought, no more words, lots more action. She licked her lips, moistening them. Raising up on her knees she pressed her hungry mouth against his. The roses fell to the floor, forgotten for the moment, the petals made a soft swishing sound. One of the buds snapped off of it's stem. Twisting his body around, Kusanagi gently reclined both of their forms to the soft cradle of the bed. The small voice was yelling triumphantly in the back of his head. The rain outside pattered softly on the window. For a time that seemed like an eternity but only lasted for a breath, they lay in each others' arms. He nestled his face just under her chin and listened to the steady rhythm of her gentle heartbeat. How long had he waited for this moment? His body was telling him that he had waited way too long. The pressure in his genitals was becoming more and more urgent. Momiji's warm, welcoming body pressing against him, all of him, was almost too much. He wiggled enough to get his belt unbuckled... damn pants, why'd someone have to go and invent such an obstacle for man to over come when he was trying to whip his dick out. Oh, dear....she thought, he's having trouble with his pants....must be something hindering the zipper. Momiji leaned up and caught his frustrated hands. She bluntly laid his fingers on her breasts and took over the task of conquering the mischievous khakis. Indeed there was something bulging at the zipper. Her long pale fingers fiddled with the top button, relieving it of it's previous duty. The zipper clicked with an annoying determination to cause horrendous pain to it's owner, but behaved admirably in the end. Pushing down the defiant pants to his hips, she laid soft kisses on his bare legs as she striped the cloth away. Backing up on her knees, Momiji was almost to his ankles when she lost contact with the edge of the bed. She fell to the floor with an unceremonious thump. Scrambling back onto the mattress, she brushed her hair away from her eyes and grinned trying to hide her embarrassment. Kusanagi grabbed her and rolled to the side, laughing. God, he loved her so much! She pressed her lips to him, laughing and kissing at the same time. Holding tightly to his shoulders, Momiji wrapped her legs around his waist. Kusanagi slowly lowered their bodies to the downy surface. He ran his fingers down her taunt stomach to the waist of her silk boxers. These didn't need to be there for that what they were going to be doing. The fabric seemed to melt off of her soft skin, leaving the pale peach color where pastel colors had once been. A tuft of dark hair lined the entrance to her virgin mound. Until now, he had only dreamed of touching that forbidden spot. Now, she had let down all her barriers and finally let him in. Their eyes locked in a singular moment of complete understanding of one another's thoughts, bodies, and expectations. Kusanagi let his mouth stray down to her breasts, leaving kisses behind like a child marking a trail with bread crumbs. His tongue traced a circle around her nipple and gently flicked the sensitive tip. She arched her back and whimpered, this was going to kill her, she was going to die of arousal. Kusanagi was going to put her in her grave because he was nursing her breasts. Slowly, agonizingly slow he sped up his assault. His warm breath spread over her mounds and down her belly. He ran his tongue slowly away from her chest and lower. With all the gentleness of a baby, he slipped his tongue against the warm wetness of Momiji's muff. Her teeth clenched together, trapping a gasp. If the sensation before had been like the pattering rain outside, this was a typhoon! Small electric currents were flowing though her body, shivering with energy and desire. Every sense was heightened. She could see the small muscles in his back working, smell the mix of his scent and her arousal, hear his every breath and heartbeat. His tongue was caressing the area around her clit. Warm wet strokes fell softly on her erect button. She felt her toes curl as his mouth finally found the spread petals of her inner self. His soft lingua pushed against the entrance and tasted of what was hidden behind her doors for the first time. Suddenly, he plunged deep into her center, throwing her off guard and into fits of spasms. A sheen of sweat covered her slight body. A tide was slowly building, Momiji screamed as he stoked the drenching fire within her. In one warm, flowing wave, Momiji's body tightened as her eyes fluttered shut. Somewhere in the distance, she felt Kusanagi, diligent as ever, holding tightly to her body. She drifted lazily back to her damp body and his loving arms. Kusanagi held her as close to his body as he could without hurting her. It felt like he was holding an egg, fragile and pale. The warmth of her fevered body healed him, comforted him from all the wrongs the world had ever thrown his way. Her hair smelled faintly of strawberries and sweat. Finally, she was his. All his and no one else's. There was only one thing that could bring them closer to each other and hopefully that would take place very soon. He cautiously eased his grip on his ditzy goddess that lay in his arms. Just to make sure that the point was made, he leaned over the side of the bed for the box of "For her comfort" condoms. To his shock, they were gone. Momiji fiddled with the box that had poked her in the back when Kusanagi had bear hugged her. Ohh, nifty "For her comfort" balloons! Curious, she pulled one out of it's package while Kusanagi had his nose frantically to the floor, searching for the lost treasure. NOOOO! He thought, I don't wanna go back to the store! The lady will think I'm some kind of weird sex fiend....Suddenly he heard a strange huffing sound behind him. He was almost frightened to turn around. When Momiji was horny, she was really, really, horny. For all he knew she could be humping his shoes right now and she'd be perfectly blissful. Ever so hesitantly, he peered over his shoulder back towards the bed and his air-headed lover. It seemed that the air was going out of her head and into one of the condoms...Momiji smiled brightly as a kid on Christmas morning as she tied off the end of the now inflated love rubber. "Look, Kusanagi-san! You bought me balloons to go with the roses! Thank you so much!" She giggled contentedly as she batted it into the air. The childlike wonder and joy would have rivaled Nuku Nuku herself. Kusanagi just stood there. Please, dear sweet Jesus, let her be kidding me.... "Hey, why is there this extra part at the end? Is it to make it fly better?" "No, it's a condom." "Oh....OH!!!!" She quickly grabbed the floating birth-control device out of it's flight path and tried to hide it. "Eh-heh...I knew what it was..." "Uh-huh, sure you did." He leaned over her and slipped the condom balloon out of her hands. "Since you know so much, where does this go?" He raised his eyebrows grinning slyly. The grin faded as she tried to slip one over his nose. "Momiji..." "I'm just kidding, I know where it goes." She smiled sweetly. She batted the balloon off the bed and pulled another shiny square from the box. Using her nails, Momiji carefully stripped the thin line of the cover away from the condom. Licking her lips she glanced up from her tedious work. A small smile lit her lips as she noticed Kusanagi squirming. He looked uncomfortable, granted that might be from the bulge in his underwear... Hurry up, Momiji! Good grief, she's gonna kill me if she goes any slower...Kusanagi wiggled on his spot on the bed. He was more than just a little eager to do this. Anticipation had coated his mind like a wet blanket. A very good blanket, but wet and heavy none the less. Wait a minute, what if this hurt Momiji?! She was still a virgin, it would hurt her first time, wouldn't it? He didn't want to hurt her! Momiji noticed the abrupt change in his face, "You okay?" she whispered. He nodded and raised his troubled eyes to her. What was wrong with him? He probably thought that she was taking too long. She flipped the rubber out and pounced on him. She had him pinned perfectly, not that he couldn't get her off if he wanted, but she sat straddling his waist triumphantly. One leg on either side of him, Momiji leaned down and planted a quick kiss on his forehead. She scooted down and let his erection slide across her pussy through his boxers. His face twitched and he bit his lip in an amusing childlike manner. Momiji tried the backing up down the bed again. Her fingers caught the hem of Kusanagi's underpants and she slowly pulled the last hurdle off his damp skin. They were cotton, but unbelievably soft. She blushed. He was huge...excuse the term, but he was fucking gigantic. Oh, god, he thought, she's still a virgin and I'm gonna split her in half. She was so small, his tongue barely fit inside her. There was no way in hell his penis was gonna fit...! Good grief, quit staring at it like that, Momiji! Gulping, Momiji gathered up her courage and pushed back her curious urge to poke at it. It looked so strange, but in a way it was the most familiar thing she'd ever seen. It was like it had been made just for her. Granted it was large, she couldn't wait for it to be inside her. With a deep breath she slipped the prophylactic over his engorged head. The beating of her heart was filling her ears with a rushing noise. It was time, it was finally time. Her juices dripped down her leg as she leaned back ready for her first awakening... Kusanagi leaned forward as she lay before him, her legs akimbo and arms reaching out for his most intimate embrace. He laced his fingers between hers and kissed her gently. "If this hurts, just tell me and I'll stop, okay?" Momiji nodded. She didn't care if it hurt, she was going to be brave! She would make him so proud of her, just wait, he'd see what a mature woman she was. Spreading her legs further, she bent her knees to keep her balance. The tip of his member brushed her petals. She gasped, her fingers spasming tightly against his. That was incredible, her mind cried, this boy's gonna turn you into a sex maniac! For the second time, Momiji wished that she still had her Blueseed. If she had that she'd be able to feel what he felt and hear what he thought. But that didn't matter, she had her Kusanagi finally! She didn't care how it came or how much it hurt, she loved him with all her heart and soul. This would be a night neither of them would ever forget. Kusanagi lowered his body flush with his beautiful, glowing Momiji. It was as if they had been molded together perfectly, they had been made for each other. Shallow aroused breaths were causing his chest to rise and fall almost tormentingly. His penis was throbbing with eagerness. The condom had only served to cause more friction. The maddeningly pressure was driving him crazy, instinct had taken over. Leaning closer into her, nuzzling the soft skin behind her ear, Kusanagi eased his shaft into Momiji's virgin opening. Oooo...oooo...it didn't hurt...it felt like coming home, warm and joyous. Momiji moaned into his hair, her fingers still clasping his with fierce force. The slow pressure was growing steadily until a small pang of pain made her cry out before she knew what she was doing. He stopped. Nooo, she cried in her mind...don't stop! I love you so much, don't be so hesitant! You won't break me! It was hurting her. He knew it was, but it was hurting him to have to hold back like this. He raised his head and placed his lips firmly on hers. "Hang on, it'll be over in just a few seconds." He whisper into her mouth. I'm so sorry Momiji, but I just can't stop...He closed his eyes, ready to press softly until her hymen broke. Suddenly her warm fingers were stoking his face, he opened his eyes. Momiji looked up into his eyes. She knew, she had known. This was her passage. This pain would prove how much she loved him. Her fingers brushed his face and neck, caressing small circles. "Kusanagi-san, you won't hurt me." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Go ahead, it's okay. I love you." Without another word, Kusanagi thrust his hips. For a moment, he was awe struck by the sensation. The warmth had enveloped him completely. A deep, throaty growl leaked from his mouth, reverberating against her throat. The ragged oxygen tore through his lungs. There had never been anything close to what he was feeling now. His whole body was burning into ashes. And below him, in a golden aura all her own, was his Momiji, smiling up at him. It was incredible, after the initial sharp piercing pain, the ecstasy had taken over her body. Within seconds they had fallen into the rhythm that was as old as time itself. Ebb and flow. One yielding to the other, each trying to accentuate the other's movements. Momiji's lips pursed together. This was unlike anything she had ever even thought of before. A part of her was whole, she dug her nails into his back as the pace quickened. Each stroke was full of pain and pleasure mixed into a heady drug that sent her reeling into a strange warm world. No one existed but the two of them. There was no other place but where she was laying in his arms. The world as they knew it ceased to exist... The strange feeling in her stomach was now glowing. Flowing over her like a strange metallic light that soaked into her veins, the feeling drenched her heart with love and passion. "Ku-kusanagi! I'm...I think I'm-" Momiji mumbled into his chest. Then the world exploded. The two lovers tumbled back into their reality, tangled in sheets, sweat and each other. He held her as close as he could without hurting her as she gasped for her escaped breath. She tightened her grasp on him, her fingers digging into the small muscles in his shoulders. She felt his heart beat through his warmed skin. Then she smiled a knowing smile. "Kusanagi?" "Mmm?" He was almost asleep. "Let's do it again." Momiji quietly slipped into the TAC office the following day. The rest of the team was back from the investigation mission and all handed her gifts and souvenirs. She tried to smile but only succeeded in sneezing. Ms. Matsudaira looked over at her, concerned. "Momiji-chan, are you all right, you look sick!" This time Momiji did smile. "I think I caught a summer cold from someone." She grinned and went to work. The End Please send comments and criticisms to MomijiKusy@aol.com. Thank you. I appreciate any comments at all, even criticisms.