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The Game of Love
[Do You Sleep?] [Secret Peepings] [Into the Wild Blue]
[Bottoms Up!]
[Je Reve de Toi] [This Night of A Thousand Stars] These
Things: [Part 1] [Part 2]
The Game of Love
Do You Sleep?
Rating: R
Summary: One room, one bed. Blame it on the Atlas City Magic Users
Convention.
Author’s Note: I have a horrible love for first time fics,
unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be many trad ones. So for those of
you that love trad lemons, but can’t find many, I present to you Part
One of The Game of Love series.
~begin transmission~
It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that
It started with a kiss
Now we’re up to bat
A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain
I’m telling you my babe
It’s all in the game of love
-Michelle Branch and Santana
~*~
Lina awoke with a start. She sat up, surveying the dark room for
intruders. While she found none, she was greeted by quiet snoring coming
from the sleeping form next to her.
“Well, that’s strange,” she said, trying to squint through the dark to
make out just who this form was. “I’d fireball this guy for taking
advantage of an innocent girl while she’s asleep, but I’m exhausted!
What the hell did I do?”
Sitting in the cold dark, the events from the night before came back to
her. A room shortage due to a convention, Zelgadiss and Amelia receiving
a note about his cure that required twp people to cast the spell, Gourry
crawling into bed. Wait, Gourry crawling into bed! That was it!
Suddenly, everything returned to her like a flood and she wrenched in
pain, realizing everything that happened the night before.
~*~
“What do you mean there’s only one room?” Lina screamed at the
innkeeper.
“I’m sorry miss, but all the rooms are full due to the magic user’s
convention Atlas City is having. We didn’t think it would reach this far
out…I can give you a discounted rate for you trouble? Fifty gold!”
“Come on Lina, it’s not that bad,” her blond companion stated, stepping
forward. “Zel and I will keep watch while you and Amelia sleep.”
Lina looked at him as if he had suggested she sell everything and live a
life of poverty.
“We need two rooms! I will clear one out on my own!”
The innkeeper shook his head, causing Lina to go into a fit of rage.
Looking at each other and nodding, Gourry and Zelgadiss picked her up by
her shoulders towards the adjoining tavern while Amelia went ahead and
readied the table all while Lina protested.
“I can’t believe that innkeeper! The nerve! Keeping me, the
beautiful sorcery genius from getting my beauty sleep in my own room!”
Lina protested between bites.
“Miss Lina, that’s unjust, wanting to keep the room just for you! What
about the rest of us? We want rooms too!”
“Amelia’s right, Lina,” Gourry piped up, finally leaning away from his
pile of used plates. “We only need this room for one night, and Zel and
I are both used to keeping watch anyway. We may as well get the room
before someone else does.”
Zelgadiss stood up then, looking at his fellow travelers.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d actually like to sleep
in a room tonight, so if you don’t mind-“
He turned on his heel.
“I don’t think so, Mr. Graywords.”
A robed figure entered the light and handed Zelgadiss an envelope.
“Who are you?” Zelgadiss asked.
“I am just a simple messenger sent to find you and the traveling
companion believed to be the princess of Seillune. It seems you have
official business in the land of your birth.”
Zelgadiss just looked at him blankly.
“Why does Amelia need to come with me?” he asked.
“It seems her magic will do greatly there as well-it’s a spell that
needs two casters knowing shamanist magic, so if you could follow me.”
He turned on his heel and walked back into the shadows. He glanced over
his shoulder, making sure Zelgadiss and Amelia were following him.
“Oh, and don’t worry Miss Inverse, I’ve already reserved a room for
you.”
“Huh? Listen old man, I don’t need your charity! I can do things fine on
my own!”
By the time she was done ranting, all three were gone.
“Dammit! That guy really had some nerve, coming in here like that. He
ruined my appetite now- I don’t even want dessert now. Come on
Gourry, let’s go.”
The man behind the bar eyed him suspiciously as they rose and laid a few
coins on the table, finished their drinks and left the tavern. When they
didn’t return, he went back to his business. Still a bit peeved about
the room bit before, Lina briskly walked up the stairs in twos, nearly
slamming the door on Gourry. She threw herself on the bed, muttering
something about how innocent girls shouldn’t share rooms with men-even
self-proclaimed protectors.
“It’s no big deal Lina,” Gourry chirped, removing his boots. “I can just
sleep on the floor.”
He slowly began to remove his armor, occasionally glancing up at the bed
where Lina lay. She had since removed her boots and was now curled up in
her cape facing the wall.
“Hey Lina, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied dryly.
“You haven’t been fine since we got this room. You usually talk my ear
off and you haven’t since Zel and Amelia left.”
‘If only that were true,’ she told herself. After Zelgadiss and Amelia
left, a feeling came over her that she couldn’t explain. It gnawed at
her insides until she felt she couldn’t take it anymore. The food and
wine didn’t even help. And then there was that way Gourry knelt over
her, concerned. Something about the way he knelt over her unsettled her.
She sighed heavily and blew out the lamp.
~*~
Gourry lay on the hard floor, concentrating on the spirals his eyes made
on the ceiling. From time to time, quiet breathing would draw his eyes
to the bed. Suddenly, the floor felt very cold and lonely and he yearned
to be under the covers with a small warm body next to his.
‘No,’ he told himself. ‘I can’t.’
He turned on his side and tried to sleep.
~*~
Lina couldn’t sleep. She had long since donned the pajamas the inn left
for her but she was anything but comfortable. That feeling had returned,
and it was tearing her apart.
“What is wrong with me?” she murmured. “Why do I feel like this?”
She pulled her knees to her chin and sighed. What was wrong with her?
Why couldn’t she shake it?
“Gourry? You still awake?” she whispered to the darkness.
“Yeah Lina, I am.”
“Are you cold down there?”
“A little. This blanket is pretty thin and I’ve been using my shirt as a
pillow,” he replied with the same cheer his voice always had.
“Oh…” Lina said, trailing off.
‘Go to her!’ Gourry’s brain screamed. ‘She asked! She’s concerned! Go to
her you fool!’
He waited for her to roll back over. Once she did, he rose, leaving his
paper think blanket behind him. Carefully pulling up the covers, he
inched in next to the most dangerous person he had ever met.
~*~
Lina felt another body crawl in next to her. She flushed and held down
every reflex to knock him across the room. Out of habit, she tried to
push away but two strong arms grabbed her and drew her towards the body
she was trying to escape from.
“What are you doing?” she asked, quietly.
“Shh.” he whispered into her hair.
She struggled next to him. When he loosened his arms she turned to face
him.
“OK, Gourry, what are you doing?” she asked, a little too sweetly.
“I was lonely and I knew you were too. I thought you could use some
company up here.” Gourry replied calmly.
“What gave you the right to enter my bed?! I’m an innocent girl!”
She prepared to give him a mean right hook, but he caught her wrist hard
and held on tight.
He whispered something she couldn’t make out as a new feeling came over
her and words she forgot about echoed through her head.
‘Be true to yourself…Let your feelings take over...’
“True to myself?” she repeated. Isn’t that what Auntie Aqua had told her
once, that she should be true to herself? Isn’t that why she was here
with Gourry and not by herself somewhere? Isn’t that why she let him
crawl into bed and didn’t do anything to stop it? Why fight it anymore?
She met his lips with a fierceness he had never seen. It surprised him
and he kissed her back with the same forcefulness he received. He was
momentarily taken aback when he felt her tongue scavenge his mouth,
looking for his. His mind played trick on him-told him he was merely
dreaming as he had been so many times before.
But he wasn’t dreaming, he was here, in this room, kissing the most
dangerous woman he had ever loved, and not getting killed for it. She
shifted her weight next to him, tightening the embrace and delving
further into his mouth. Meanwhile, a region, seemingly forgotten for the
moment, screamed for attention.
He was in heaven, diving farther into the sweet-tasting heaven that was
her mouth. Instinctively, he ran his hands up and down her back before
finally settling on his next place of interest-her backside. She
squeaked in his mouth and squirmed next to him, exciting him in a new
way. Suddenly, he shifted his weight, putting Lina beneath him. A sharp
tug on his hair caught his attention.
“Gourry, what are you doing?”
“I’m changing positions.” he replied calmly.
“You’re on my hair! Get off! Besides, what were you planning on doing?
Having your way with me while I couldn’t move?”
“Of course not,” Gourry said, clasping her hand and bringing it to his
mouth for a quick kiss. “I want to experience this with you. All of it.”
His words sent tiny shivers down her spine and she felt herself flush
again.
He slowly brought his lips to hers.
Her heart stopped.
Feeling braver than before, she allowed her hands to roam places she had
never explored. One hand seemed content to stay in his hair; golden
strands wrapped around her fingers, little reminders that she was slowly
gaining control. She roamed his backside, listening for the sounds that
excited her. When he moaned in her mouth, she shifted her weight above
him and sat up. She smiled.
“You stopped.”
“I did.”she replied.
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked, playing with her fingers.
“Why would I be having second thoughts? I let yet crawl up here!
I kissed you…I want this… Lately, I’ve had this nagging feeling. It
doesn’t go away. I’m eighteen now Gourry. Eighteen and nothing’s
changed. Soon I’m going to get a letter from my sister demanding I come
home and get married to someone I don’t know and adjust to a life I
don’t want.”
“Don’t you want to get married?” Gourry questioned.
This was dangerous, Lina was thinking. Thinking Lina was always
dangerous. She’d start to get serious and he’d stop paying attention
only to be brought back to reality by a strategically placed fireball.
He winced, remembering a recent occurrence.
“I do want to get married,” Lina answered, quickly bringing Gourry back
to reality. “I just don’t want to get married now. I’m too young!
And, if I’m going to marry someone I don’t know, it would be imperative
that I don’t do this. And I want to. I have this nagging feeling
most nights, it’s almost like my body wants it. I’ve never been this in
tune with my body Gourry, and it’s a little scary. I feel things I’ve
never felt, but I think I know why I’ve been following you now that the
Sword of Light is gone. I want to continue traveling with you, spend my
life with you, maybe marry you…someday. But now, right here, I just want
you-completely and fully.”
She smiled at him, this time a sincere smile. Most smiles from Lina
meant death was imminent, but not this time-it was a true smile. Her
smile mingled with the tears falling from her eyes and Gourry wiped them
dry, lightly touching them with his thumb. He lay back down then, crying
softly into his chest. He tightened his hold on her and let her cry out
the demons that had haunted her for so long.
When they were gone, she looked up at him through red, moist eyes and
smiled again.
“I’m sorry Gourry, I’ve ruined the moment.”
“No,” he started, placing his finger to her lips to ensure she wouldn’t
talk. “I’ve been going through the same thing for years. Remember that
void Lina? The one where I screamed your name over and over, but lost
you anyway? I found you again! But after that day I told myself I would
never let you go again, and that I loved you. And I want you to be the
one I love forever.”
He reached for her. She fell into his arms as if he were the only thing
that could keep her alive. He kissed her with a fierceness she hadn’t
seen before. She felt him fumble with the buttons of her pajama top
before finally loosing them and sliding the top over her shoulders. He
shifted his weight and gently set her on the bed.
He sat up to examine her beauty, and she was beautiful-her fiery hair
spread across the bed, flames threatening to engulf them both, her perk
little (or not so little, Gourry noticed) breast sitting perfectly on
her perfect torso, nipples begging for more attention; the way she got
wider where her pants sat on her hips. Her hips. Suddenly, her hips sent
his mind reeling-her breasts alone were enough to make his brain spin,
but her hips; her glorious, glorious hips! He never really realized she
had any, just assumed it was part of her uniform.
She had seemed to mature overnight.
“Oh gods, Lina.”
“What? Do I have a mark down there or something? Stop staring!” Lina
screeched somewhere in the back of his mind.
“But you’re so beautiful,” Gourry replied, without skipping a beat.
“I am?” Lina asked, blushing the color of her hair. “You think so?”
“Of course,” he chuckled, grinning seductively. “Every part of you is
beautiful.”
Still in an explorative mood, he blazed a trail, finding spots neither
of them knew existed. He kept mind to pay special attention to the quiet
moans she would make-he wanted to come back to them later.
Lina lay there in quiet peace, fingers entwined in the big man’s hair
while he planted butterfly kisses all over her body. How did she get
here? Oh, that’s right, loneliness. If it weren’t for that gnawing
feeling, she wouldn’t be here with him in the quiet dark of the room
they shared, the cool night air blowing in through the curtained window;
the moonlight creeping in, bathing them in a cool blue light. Yes,
that’s right; everything is how it should be.
She exhaled. He loosened the string to her pants. She inhaled.
He moved methodically, as her last barrier was slowly removed. He tossed
the pants aside, and reveled in her nakedness. She was perfect. Even the
copper curls that converged where her legs met were perfect-cute, just
like the rest of her.
Lina, being Lina was getting bored. She felt she was on display the way
Gourry kept staring at her. She tilted her head to one side and tugged
on a golden strand.
“Goureee,” she whined. “It’s my turn now.”
“Huh?” he asked, having to focus on her face.
“You don’t get to have all the fun,” she said, grinning mischievously,
propping herself up on her elbow.
She kissed him, gently at first, until he dropped his will and she was
able to kiss him into submission. As she took control, nibbling his ear,
exploring that lovely muscle along his broad jaw line, her hair fell
past her shoulders and teased his nipples. He squirmed beneath her.
Wasting no time, she undid the lacing to his pants and quickly slid them
down his legs past his feet and right off the bed.
It was Gourry’s turn to blush as Lina sat back on her heels to examine
him. She smiled to herself as one tender part of his anatomy begged for
more attention than it had been given.
His face blazed red-he had never been this naked in front of another
woman, with the exception of his mother, but family members didn’t count
in matters such as these. But here he was, staring at the woman across
from him, letting her eyes take their fill before she moved on.
He closed his eyes as she kissed him into oblivion. Once he was there,
she ushered him to a world where only they existed. Methodically, she
worked her way down, speckling his jaw line with kisses. Feeling much
braver, she ran her tongue up his neck and nibbled his ear, alternating
between nipping and soothing. He moaned lightly, sending her into a
frenzy. She worked her way back down, caressing his chest with her lips.
At his waist, she grabbed his hips and admired his length. She smiled
wickedly, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Not yet,” he said, stopping her. If she kept going where he thought she
was going he wouldn’t make it.
His older brother, who was much more experienced with women than he was,
had already been with at least one woman by the time Gourry had left
home.
“Now I’m going to give you some information that you’ll thank me for
someday- when you finally meet a woman to boff,” his brother frankly
told Gourry after he pulled him aside after dinner one evening.
“Remember, women give special hints that help us find the points that
really get them off. One major point you have to find makes them go
absolutely fuckin’ crazy. I can’t remember for the life ‘a me what it’s
called, but it’s like a button or somethin’. Remember, women’s hair
forms a sort of reassure map, but ya have to do some lookin’ for it.
Once you find it, you’ll know. I can’t tell you even where it is-just
follow the arrow and you’ll find the key. Oh gods, you’ll know!”
Remembering his brother’s advice, he went searching for this “key”. What
the hell was he talking about? Where would Lina be hiding a key?
He shrugged. He noticed Lina’s breasts seemed perkier than usual, and
her nipples kind of resembled buttons. Maybe those were it! Knowing
nothing he could do now could harm him now, he slowly began rubbing
those stubborn little buds.
“Oooooh,” she sighed. The sigh caught him off guard.
Lina squirmed beneath him. Something was working. He smiled. What else
could he do to those lovely pink buds that could make her go crazy? He
waited for her to give him some sort of sign; some hint that she wanted
him to move on. She gave none. For once, Gourry concentrated on her
face; maybe she’d give him a sign there.
She continued to squirm as he rubbed them, more out of frustration than
anything else
“Gourry!” she half-shouted, bringing him back to reality. “Gourry!”
“Yes?”
“That was good for the first minute or two but now it just kinda hurts.”
“Well, what should I do?” Gourry inquired.
“I don’t know!” she yelled. “Just…try something else…before I change my
mind.”
He sighed, blowing the flaxen hair from his eyes, trying to think.
Something else, something else. What else could he do? He was still
looking for that damned key. He hoped he’d find it before she got bored
and changed her mind. What else could he do? What do you do when
something is sore?
‘My mother always used to kiss me when I hurt myself,’ he thought.
That was it! He’d just kiss Lina’s “wounds” and they wouldn’t hurt so
much. Of course!
Slowly, he brought his lips to those angry little buttons.
“Mmmm! That’s…better! Oh, that’s a lot better.”
She shifted, suddenly not comfortable.
He traced little figure-eights with his tongue, forcing those little
buds out of hiding, making their presence known. The squirming became
writhing, fiery head tossing violently beneath her sighs while her
thighs made soft thrusting motions.
Suddenly, those subtle, perhaps unconscious, movements became a new
quest all together. Instantly, the coppery curls that met at her legs
were all that mattered. He noticed it formed a triangle; maybe that
was the triangle his brother had mentioned. Slowly, he brought his lips
to her stomach.
The fiery goddess beneath him hitched in her breath at the touch of his
warm lips on her cool, untouched skin, soft moans in the back of her
throat giving him the only beacon he needed.
He stopped abruptly, leveling his sapphire gaze to meet beautiful ruby
ones.
“You stopped,” Lina protested.
Saying nothing, Gourry brought a finger to her lips while continuing his
“quest.”
She trembled unconsciously beneath him, for what seemed like a lifetime
as he explored her with his lips, turning the squirming into writhing.
He smiled within, as he kissed the convergence of her legs and her
nether regions, sending the small red-head into a frenzy, fiery head
tossing back and forth, consuming the cream sheets into further flame.
She spread her legs, just enough to allow his hand entrance. Seizing the
opportunity, Gourry slid a finger along her underside, stopping briefly
to gather moisture from her opening; where it seemed to be pooling.
“Just follow the arrow and you’ll find the key.” His brother’s words
echoed in his mind. Yes, key, it should be here. He slid his finger
farther between the folds, feeling upwards for something eh imagined to
be button-like. His finger slid over a slick bump causing the sorceress
beneath him to bolt upright, fire in her eyes.
“What the hell was that?” she panted, hair falling in her eyes.
His answer was a feral grin as he brushed the “button” again, resulting
another squeal. And again! Another squeal. He smiled.
‘Thank you Garin!’ he said, as Lina uttered an ear-piercing scream.
“Gods!” she exclaimed, knuckles clenched white, bunches of cream fabric
within them.
“Oh gods, Gourry! More! More!”
“More?” he questioned.
“Oh gods! Anything! Anything!” she pleaded through half-sobs. “Just do
something…more!”
Her last word became a screech as Gourry found that bump and rubbed his
thumb against it.
He watched as the tiny woman beneath him squirmed and writhed and felt a
little guilty, knowing he was the reason for her reactions. Catching him
off guard, she grabbed a fistful of gold and pressed his face downwards,
towards her lips, emitting a muffled scream.
Her lovely eyes, forced open by sheer momentum met another pair of
lovely eyes.
“Gourry?” she questioned breathlessly when they parted.
“Yes, Lina?” he asked, smiling as she trembled in his arms.
“I’m ready.”
She motioned to where Gourry’s hand seemed content to stay.
“Ready? For that?” he stammered. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to hurt
you or anything.”
“Gourry, if we take any longer, I’m going to go to sleep.” she
threatened.
“Sleep?” His voice cracked. “You tired?”
“Huh? No! I’m not tired! Gah! Maybe this was a bad idea!”
She tried to push the big man off with no avail. Despite her flailing,
he caught her wrists and kissed her hard, pushing her wrists into the
mattress.
“Promise me you won’t fall asleep,” he whispered through her hair. “But
there’s one more thing I have to try.”
Keeping one hand on her tiny wrists, he let his free hand blindly find
that copper thatch again. She gasped as his fingers brushed her folds,
searching for her opening. His finger slipped in easily-it surprised
him, she was already quite moist. He inhaled and slid his finger in
farther, feeling her muscles grasp him tightly. She squeaked, slowly
moving her hips in time with his sliding. White lights exploded behind
her eyes. What was he doing to her? It was heavenly, whatever it
was. The dam was going to break, she could sense it. Every thrust of his
fingers alone brought her closer to the edge.
“Gourry, I-“she started. A spasm shook her body and the I became another
scream. “Gourry, I need-“
“What?” the blond asked, stopping.
“Gourry, I need-“
Her words failed her and she nodded. She splayed her legs out and
motioned downward with her chin. The big blond just stared at her,
seemingly forgetting everything.
“Huh?” He blinked.
“Dammit Gourry! I ask you up here for something a little different and
all you can do is stare at me? Forget it!
Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to curl into a ball. Just
forget the whole thing-Gourry was probably too stupid to figure out how
to do it anyway. She squeezed her eyes tight, trying to rid the smiling
vision of him from her mind. She couldn’t, but then again, the warm,
soft lips on hers weren’t helping either.
She pulled away.
“Come on Gourry, stop.”
“No Lina, I want to do this.”
He lay down beside her, champagne-tinted bathing him in its sunny glow.
“Now you can take me in the way you want-I’m yours.”
Lina grinned, still blushing slightly at the sight of her protector
laying back on the ecru sheets, golden head resting comfortably on the
white pillow, waiting for her to take what they both desired. She
stroked his face, calming him and herself, before straddling his stomach
and kissing him deeply, confirming everything.
She sat back after a minute, taking everything in.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Gourry asked for the final time that night.
“Oh yeah,” she purred, her voice deep and sultry from her previous
arousal.
She raised herself above him, blood pounding behind her ears,
threatening to dissolve her will, entire body shaking as she met his
eyes and kept them there. She slowly lowered herself onto him, cringing
slightly-she expected this, and it did hurt, but she could take it-there
was worse pain. She exhaled slowly; she hadn’t even realized she was
holding her breath, and sat up.
“That wasn’t so hard,” she said, forgetting it was out loud.
She sat there for moments, hands on his slender hips; crimson mingling
with gold; the fire growing ever stronger.
‘Now what?’ she thought. ‘I know there’s a better way of doing
this.’
Slowly, she moved her hips, cringing again. OK, still too sore to do
that yet. Gripping his hips tighter-for leverage, she pushed herself
back up against his length, hissing as she followed up to the tip. She
plopped back down, emitting a squeak.
“Wow,” she muttered as he hit something inside her. ‘That didn’t go too
badly,’ she thought as she rose up again, and settled in that spot once
more.
Gourry lay there, golden head resting on the pillow, hands tangled in
the sheets as the red head above him did the things he only dreamed
about her doing. She seemed to be on fire-heat was radiating off of her,
but a different type of heat than what he was used to; it was consuming
him as well.
He hissed in time with her movements; the mountain was soon approaching.
Suddenly, with a moan she fell forward, collapsing into his arms.
“Oh, Lina.” He stroked her hair, pulling his arms around her.
“Hey Lina? You dead?”
She sat up.
“No, I just needed to rest a little.”
“Good, cause I was kinda hoping you had a few tricks up your sleeve.”
He grinned, winking.
“Gourry,” she said, a little too sweetly. “Shut up.”
She kissed him again, pushing him farther into her. She squeaked,
quickly pulling away.
“Oh! Did I hurt you?”
“It’s still a little sore, but it’ll get better.”
She smiled, sitting back up. She moved hips, slightly at first and
quicker after the pain subsided.
“Ohhh….Wow…this is good.”
Freeing his hand of the sheets, Gourry placed his hands on her thighs,
guiding her along, slightly faster and faster until a scream for L-Sama
and himself broke him free from the trance of her gyrations. She lunged
forward, hands resting on his chest, hair falling in her eyes, panting.
“Oh gods Lina. Are you OK?”
“Of course I’m OK, Gourry,” Lina panted, wiping the sweat from her face,
still moving her hips-slightly. “I’m better than OK.”
In truth she was, but the pain in her belly refused to disappear and
threatened to throw her off that edge again. Not yet, not yet, she
couldn’t take it so soon. Gourry, seizing the opportunity, grabbed her
backside and, following her movements, began to raise her as she had
done earlier.
“Gourry, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Trying something new?” he questioned, quickly stopping his movements.
“No,” she said, pulling herself off him, hissing again as he moved out
of her. She sat back on her knees. He looked disappointed.
“Sit up,” she commanded, motioning to the headboard. Desperately wanting
more, he did as he was told. Taking a couple pillows, he shoved them
behind him and lay back, smiling seductively.
‘Ah,’ she thought. ‘Easier access.’
She fell on all fours, scarlet hair covering her body, dragging behind
her as she crawled towards him. Her eyes, half-lidded were full of
passion and desire and her fiery aura threatened to consume them both.
She crawled back on him; settling on his length, tiny shivers already
flying through her body.
“Ooooh.”
A move forward. More tiny shivers. She jutted her chest out, partially
to make it look larger and partially to get better leverage. Her head
fell back, crimson ringlets racing down her back. He moved beneath her,
causing more tiny shivers to race down her spine, dissipating at its
base in a gathering of light. Another moan escaped her lips, catching
herself, she covered her mouth.
She looked so cute sitting there, ruby eyes wide in surprise and mouth
covered; he couldn’t resist. He pulled her hands away and kissed those
pretty pink lips. His hands wandered, as they usually did, pushing him
to heights he’d never been too. The cliff was in sight. He felt Lina
above him, moving involuntarily; he needed to move, somehow-he couldn’t
take it anymore. He tried to move, but Lina’s tiny body pushed up
against him, holding him in place. He tugged on a scarlet strand.
“Mmmmh?” Lina questioned through the kiss.
“Aren’t you going to let me have any fun?” Gourry asked, kissing her
nose.
“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.
Swiftly, Gourry grabbed her backside and rolled her over, effectively
changing his position. She squeaked as he moved deeper into her. He
smiled, looking deeply into her eyes, perhaps they were portals to the
soul; he could see deeply into hers, her soul was bare, and for once
Lina Inverse wore no mask.
And yet he wondered, just before she threw him off the edge, was he
merely dreaming? The Lina he knew would never have let him get this far.
He pinched himself-nope, not a dream. He looked down to where Lina lay
beneath him, strangely angelic through the sweat. Her mouth formed
little “ohs” and for the first time in his life he actually knew what he
could do to make this better. He angled himself in such a way to watch
the fire goddess beneath squirm, scream at every thrust and jump off the
cliff with him.
He laid his hands on the bed, just above her shoulders, shifting his
weight to them, slowly raising himself up off her, all the while his
eyes focused on her face, the movements she made and the words she
formed. He hissed as he pulled out of her warmth. Pausing a moment, he
took a deep breath, thrusting deeper into her darkness.
Her head threw back and she emitted a silent scream. Another thrust.
Another squeal. Again, deeper. An ear-piercing scream. Gourry grinned a
feral grin. The indestructible girl beneath him had been brought to
tears by a simple movement and he was the man who brought her to her
knees.
“Oh gods!” he exclaimed, louder than he intended.
Lina looked at him, eyes wide in pleasure, turning his head to look at
her.
“Gourry, come with me.”
“Lina?” he asked breathlessly.
“Gourry, I want you to come with me. I may just die if this continues.”
She smiled, kissing him. Grinning, he kneeled, gently pulling her to the
edge of the bed. He held her hips and began thrusting, getting a squeal
to thank him every time. With each squeal he went deeper inside her
depths, and closer to heaven. His final thrust earned him a
heaven-piercing scream to L-sama, and his name, uttered breathlessly as
she came down. He climaxed then, in an explosion of fire and heat,
screaming her name to the gods; he loved her, and they needed to know.
“Oh gods,” he shuddered, flaxen hair falling and hiding his eyes. He
collapsed on top of her, and for once, Lina was content.
They lay there, auras blending; crimson mixing with gold as the pale
blue moonlight washed over them and the darkness blanketed them.
“Lina?” Gourry muttered from somewhere in her shoulder.
“Yeah Gourry?” she panted back.
“Was it worth it?”
“Yeah. It was.”
She sighed, humming as she exhaled, playing with a few loose golden
strands that fell around her. Heavy breathing startled her. That big
idiot, why did he have to ruin a special moment?
She yanked the strands, pulling his head straight up.
“Ow!” he screeched. “What, Lina?”
“Where you sleeping?” she yelled, losing momentum at the end.
“No…”he trailed off.
He collapsed back onto her, exhausted.
“Lina, I can’t get up,” he whined.
“Here, I’ll push you over.”
She rolled sideways, sliding herself out. She no longer hissed. Grabbing
Gourry’s hand, she crawled towards the edge of the bed. Paying careful
mind on where he laid earlier, Lina avoided certain spots and pulled the
covers back up to cover them both.
“Come on Gourry, we’ll need to be rested by tomorrow.”
He was already asleep. Sighing, she crawled into the shelter of his arms
and joined him in the land of dreams.
~*~
Lina awoke with a start. She surveyed the dark room for intruders.
Finding none, she fell back on her pillow, exhausted. Two strong arms
pulled her close again, she didn’t struggle this time. She stared at the
ceiling, brushing away the gold as Gourry turned his head in his sleep.
The emptiness had gone away, only to be replaced by a new feeling, one
she couldn’t describe, one that still gnawed at her soul.
“Did I really mean everything I said?” she asked quietly, resulting in a
quiet response from the big man next to her. “What did I do?”
The pain in her belly returned and she jolted upright, taking Gourry
with her.
“Wha-? Whappend?” he asked groggily.
“Nothing,” she said, pulling the sheets to her shoulders. “Just go back
to sleep.”
She kissed his forehead, brushing the hair from his face. He was a
gorgeous man though, with fine, delicate features, and strong Elmekian
stock. A man like him would be difficult to come by in Zefielia. Better
off him than some stranger in the long run.
She wiped her eyes, only realizing now she was crying, while the sheets
settled back around her.
“I have to go,” she murmured. “Before I get clingy.”
She slid out of bed, quietly enough as to not wake Gourry. Through the
dark, she looked for her clothes and dressed. Through her tears she
scrawled a note, signing her name with a flourish, at the bottoms. She
set the note by her pillow, catching on final glance of the sleeping
man, next to her empty spot, a gorgeous golden god among the ivory
sheets, oblivious to the pain she was going to put him through. She held
face in place for a moment, crawling back onto the bed to give a final,
bittersweet kiss.
Choking back a sob, she parted. She left her key next to the note and
left. She closed the door behind her and collapsed in the hallway.
When her sobs subsided, she wiped her eyes, drenching her gloves. She
sighed, walking down the hallway into the darkness.
“I’m sorry Gourry,” she whispered. “I had to…I had to…”
She repeated her vigil over and over until her form was lost in the
darkness.
Do you eat, sleep
Do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
Do you sleep anymore?
-Lisa Loeb
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