KamiJirou-Dreaming

Playing Beat Cop in Bavaria

Kyouka groaned softly as the obtrusive rays of sunlight creeped into the dormitory common rooms. The comforting smell of velvet and cushion filled her nose, the feeling of safety washing over her. The offending cold forced Kyouka to try and snuggle into her body cushion, the muscles and indents caressing her slender curves. 

As she pulled the silk quilt tighter across her partner was well as herself, she knew from the welcome smell of soft roses and tulips that the body under her, the arms around her waist, and the neck she was trying desperately to snuggle into, all of it belonged to the playful blonde she had sought after. Slowly, she opened her eyes, she became ever so grateful this wasn't a dream, some fantasy she made up in her loneliness. This was reality, and in reality, Denki was holding her by the waist as she straddled him, her face buried into the crook of his neck, her breath running across his sun kissed skin. She celebrated that it was he who was holding her close, and that it was she that was so entrapped in his arms. Which, by the way, were so strong and firm.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she groaned in pleasure as she tried to melt herself into his body heat, smiling as she felt the rise and fall of his chest as he slumbered.

She didn't want to leave this. This familiarity, this closeness. She craved this, and she wanted it, to be as close as she could to him. Kyouka dreaded the day they would be seperated, because if she did not have his friendship, how was she going to function? For as long as she could remember, from the first time they met at his parent's house, he had been there.

From the funeral, to the easy days of elementary school, to the mounting pressure of middle school, and finally through the family travesty in high school, he had been there. Denki was the rock that never left, the part Kyouka could always count on. 

And the part of her life she loved the most.

She knew that a relationship couldn't happen, but that didn't mean she couldn't savor moments like these.  And Kyouka intended to do just that, squeezing tighter as she straddled him, kissing and pecking the right side of his neck. Her mind was filled with nothing but the blonde male beneath her, letting herself loose on his neck. Her heart and mind in tandem as the urged her to meld with him, to make him hers forevermore.

"Stop," he groaned quietly, eyes still shut as he tried to twist away from him.

"But it's morninggggg," Kyouka whined, "So get up and give me attention."

"Later," he whispered hoarsely, "Lemme sleep first."

"Kiss me."

"I refuse."

"Kiss me."

"I refuse."

"Then no cuddles for the rest of the week."

At this, Denki quickly flipped her over, switching positions as she giggled at the ease of which she had convinced him. Kyouka, smiling widely now, caressed his cheek with her hands and brought it closer to hers. He pressed into her, lips meeting as Denki pressed the ravenette into the couch.  After a bit, his tongue flicked her lips, begging for admission. She relented and Denki explored her mouth, Kyouka moaning slightly as Denki took his respite and bit her lower lip. The two teens felt themselves relinquishing control letting the passion and affection take over what had already transpired. Kyouka wanted to let him know how much she missed him. Normally, she was content to stay quiet and let others dictate the conversation, but this was her lover(well emotionally, not physically, not yet at least) and if her parents had taught her anything, both sides should know each others feelings.

But Denki pulled away, and Kyouka whimpered as he leaned away from her. In desperation to keep his lips on hers, she tried sitting up. Denki denied her in the most frustrating way possible; he put a finger to her lips and slowly pushed her down, his beautiful eyes awake and teasing her, dancing with amusement.