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Drabble #42 GDI I ship it so hard....!
Fffff I can't help it. G-Gotta drabble it out...!
The last few months had been one of those emotional roller coasters people liked to talk about in songs or romance books. The forbidden love between a married man and his mistress, or something of that line of thinking. Yukino never thought it would happen to her. Even though she knew for certain that she liked Don and didn't love him like Soichi, it didn't make her feelings any less real. She had been pretending all the while she was in Veles. The old and familiar masks layered on one after another. The longer she stayed the more they were cemented in place and the more she fell out of touch with the real her. She was isolated, alone, and lonely, but she could only blame herself for going into hiding and breaking her promise to be herself.
During Yukino's second cold winter stuck in Russia, she realized that she had to step up her game and let herself live again and instead of pining away for things she couldn't have. She got out more and reconnected with familiar faces. She stopped hiding away with dusty books and socialized again. The mask was still on, but she could wedge a finger under it, wiggle it looser over time. A surprise visit from Reiji revitalized her even as he reminded her of the home she so desperately missed. He was still a twisted man, but his presence was refreshing and knocked more of her real self back into place. And then...
Then, she met Don.
He was twice her age and married with three children, but they had so much in common. They had the same drive and ambition. They got along great, even though his suggestive nature flustered her to no ends. She couldn't help but think he was kind of like Asaba. He was cordial with everyone, but loved women. Don and Asaba both couldn't help themselves with women, but that didn't make them bad people.
Don flirted with her and she flirted back. Accidentally at first. It was Valentines when they met, and she blushes when she thinks about how totally oblivious she was through most of the date. He hit on her with his smooth talking and she had to wonder if he was always so suave. He should have been out of practice, being married and all, but he was a businessman. He talked and seduced clients into his way of thinking all the time. Don was still getting plenty of practice, so while he flirted, she didn't suspect he might go further. Yukino enjoyed the attention, despite herself. It helped to alleviate her loneliness.
And that's how he removed her mask.
Their first kiss was at the end of their Valentine's date. For a man more than a head taller than her, he leaned in and stole it rather quick. She blushed and stuttered, but he was American. That's how people in the west greeted one another, right? In Europe, it was kisses on the cheek. America always had to do one better... A peck on the lips was nothing to them, right? She was brighter than a fire engine, but waved good bye and tried not to take it to heart, even though hers was trying to beat out of her chest.
Next was his cooking lesson. Don might have learned something about cooking, but he probably enjoyed making her gasp more with soft, 'accidental' touches. Yukino should have told him to stop, that it was wrong, but he was just playing. He was only teasing her and she didn't want to ruin the fun. The fact he wanted to touch her made her happy. She went through her stages of guilt, but she reconciled it with herself that they were friends, nothing more. She had to think that, or else she'd shut herself away again. She didn't want to feel so alone anymore.
Yukino kept up that line of thinking for a couple months. Not reading into his touches, his smiles, his eyes, the stolen kisses. Kisses in plural. Each getting deeper until she was breathless and flustered and making excuses to flee. She saw him flirt with other girls. It was just how he was.
But she liked him.
That was the only explanation there could be for the fire pooling in her belly as her front pressed against him while his hand slid over the small of her back. For the thudding of her heart as she strained on her toes with head tilted back to accommodate his height. For the small mewling noises she was making as his tongue ravaged the inside of her mouth. It certainly wasn't the first time they'd shared such a kiss, but she still had to make sure she didn't forget to breathe when she was concentrating so hard on the feel of their tongues dancing together. A natural pause and it was her chance to try and extract herself from him before it got further.
Her hands were on his chest and they creeped up, fingers spreading over his chin, the tips over his lips. "W-Wait," and her voice came out breathy, like she'd just run a marathon. If Don was disturbed by this, his face didn't show it. He was probably used to it, since he had been chipping away at her resistance for months now. He must have seen some worth in continuing on despite her denials. Her fingers, pressing a little bit harder against him, suddenly were enveloped by hot air, and his tongue ran over her middle digits before they were in his mouth. She made a sound. A terrorized mix between fear and want in a whimper that skittered past her lips.
They were in her apartment she shared with Zack and Aerith, standing by the door. They had had dinner and she had let him up for tea and a chat. It wasn't unusual, as they still had indepth and interesting discussions. At the end, as they headed towards the door, he had stopped to give her one of his smiles. He leaned down and she automatically tipped up to receive him. Usually, he would do this outside the door. That should have been her hint.
Now they were inside with the door closed and a few feet away. She was wrapped in his arms, trapped and yet safe, his eyes twinkling at her as his tongue did interesting things to her fingers. She should have told him no and gave him a good swat, but it stuck in her throat. She dared a look at him out of the corner of her eye and gave a shuddering breath at what she saw there. If she can't say no now, she's lost. Yukino tries to summon up her breath, her courage, anything that will give her the strength to do what needs to be done, but he kisses her again, and sucks her will to fight out through their twined mouths.
The rest happens far too quickly. She feels like she should remember it all in agonizing detail, but finds that her powers of observation have failed her at the worst possible moment. He walks her to her bedroom, his hands under her ass to support her weight because her legs got the idea that wrapping around him was a suitable action. Suddenly, she's on the bed with her dress raised around her thighs. She wants to lower it, but his devilish tongue is at it again, and his even more devilish fingers have slid between her legs and are massaging her through her underwear. Even the thought of getting out a word of protest is swept away.
His fingers move around her panties and direct contact has her slapping a hand over her mouth as an exclamation threatens to spill free. No one is home, but she can't bring herself to look at him and has her eyes tightly shut since her legs refuse to be. His thumb is rubbing that special nub and his longest finger has found its way inside. He has long, thick fingers, and it would scandalize her later when she dreams about them. It may even perturbed her more than her lack of memory when it comes to the loss of her clothes, or when he lost his, even though he had to have removed his hand when he took off his shirt.
In that gentlemanly way of his that probably sold his products, he convinced her that she really wanted to keep going. Actually, she had wanted to, but guilt was a powerful demotivator. Later on, she realized Don was just as powerful at motivating, if not more so, along with the inherent differences between Asian men and European men. Having only seen one in real life, he also had to assure her that she would be fine afterwards.
And she was indeed fine, more than fine, both during and afterwards. When he switched from fingers to something... bigger than fingers, she was too flustered and scattered to give a thought to protection. It was lucky he had more experience, because he'd taken care of it. He took care of a lot of things, thoroughly, with great attention to detail. Feeling herself stretching around him, it was a weird feeling, not least of which because it had been a long time. They went slow; he was gentle; Don was good. So good.
If Don wasn't so adept at adultery, Yukino might have been able to prevent herself from doing it again. If he didn't know her so well, if she hadn't opened up so completely, she might have stood a chance. Depending on whose perspective you were looking from, it was an unfortunate thing that she couldn't stop herself from thinking about it. She craved it. Not the sex, it being good was an understatement, but the attention and feeling like she was wanted. When they were together, he was dedicated to her, and that was what she needed. Whether it be talking with their mouths or bodies, she couldn't help but feel a kinship to him.
Yukino didn't love Don. But she certainly did like him.
The last few months had been one of those emotional roller coasters people liked to talk about in songs or romance books. The forbidden love between a married man and his mistress, or something of that line of thinking. Yukino never thought it would happen to her. Even though she knew for certain that she liked Don and didn't love him like Soichi, it didn't make her feelings any less real. She had been pretending all the while she was in Veles. The old and familiar masks layered on one after another. The longer she stayed the more they were cemented in place and the more she fell out of touch with the real her. She was isolated, alone, and lonely, but she could only blame herself for going into hiding and breaking her promise to be herself.
During Yukino's second cold winter stuck in Russia, she realized that she had to step up her game and let herself live again and instead of pining away for things she couldn't have. She got out more and reconnected with familiar faces. She stopped hiding away with dusty books and socialized again. The mask was still on, but she could wedge a finger under it, wiggle it looser over time. A surprise visit from Reiji revitalized her even as he reminded her of the home she so desperately missed. He was still a twisted man, but his presence was refreshing and knocked more of her real self back into place. And then...
Then, she met Don.
He was twice her age and married with three children, but they had so much in common. They had the same drive and ambition. They got along great, even though his suggestive nature flustered her to no ends. She couldn't help but think he was kind of like Asaba. He was cordial with everyone, but loved women. Don and Asaba both couldn't help themselves with women, but that didn't make them bad people.
Don flirted with her and she flirted back. Accidentally at first. It was Valentines when they met, and she blushes when she thinks about how totally oblivious she was through most of the date. He hit on her with his smooth talking and she had to wonder if he was always so suave. He should have been out of practice, being married and all, but he was a businessman. He talked and seduced clients into his way of thinking all the time. Don was still getting plenty of practice, so while he flirted, she didn't suspect he might go further. Yukino enjoyed the attention, despite herself. It helped to alleviate her loneliness.
And that's how he removed her mask.
Their first kiss was at the end of their Valentine's date. For a man more than a head taller than her, he leaned in and stole it rather quick. She blushed and stuttered, but he was American. That's how people in the west greeted one another, right? In Europe, it was kisses on the cheek. America always had to do one better... A peck on the lips was nothing to them, right? She was brighter than a fire engine, but waved good bye and tried not to take it to heart, even though hers was trying to beat out of her chest.
Next was his cooking lesson. Don might have learned something about cooking, but he probably enjoyed making her gasp more with soft, 'accidental' touches. Yukino should have told him to stop, that it was wrong, but he was just playing. He was only teasing her and she didn't want to ruin the fun. The fact he wanted to touch her made her happy. She went through her stages of guilt, but she reconciled it with herself that they were friends, nothing more. She had to think that, or else she'd shut herself away again. She didn't want to feel so alone anymore.
Yukino kept up that line of thinking for a couple months. Not reading into his touches, his smiles, his eyes, the stolen kisses. Kisses in plural. Each getting deeper until she was breathless and flustered and making excuses to flee. She saw him flirt with other girls. It was just how he was.
But she liked him.
That was the only explanation there could be for the fire pooling in her belly as her front pressed against him while his hand slid over the small of her back. For the thudding of her heart as she strained on her toes with head tilted back to accommodate his height. For the small mewling noises she was making as his tongue ravaged the inside of her mouth. It certainly wasn't the first time they'd shared such a kiss, but she still had to make sure she didn't forget to breathe when she was concentrating so hard on the feel of their tongues dancing together. A natural pause and it was her chance to try and extract herself from him before it got further.
Her hands were on his chest and they creeped up, fingers spreading over his chin, the tips over his lips. "W-Wait," and her voice came out breathy, like she'd just run a marathon. If Don was disturbed by this, his face didn't show it. He was probably used to it, since he had been chipping away at her resistance for months now. He must have seen some worth in continuing on despite her denials. Her fingers, pressing a little bit harder against him, suddenly were enveloped by hot air, and his tongue ran over her middle digits before they were in his mouth. She made a sound. A terrorized mix between fear and want in a whimper that skittered past her lips.
They were in her apartment she shared with Zack and Aerith, standing by the door. They had had dinner and she had let him up for tea and a chat. It wasn't unusual, as they still had indepth and interesting discussions. At the end, as they headed towards the door, he had stopped to give her one of his smiles. He leaned down and she automatically tipped up to receive him. Usually, he would do this outside the door. That should have been her hint.
Now they were inside with the door closed and a few feet away. She was wrapped in his arms, trapped and yet safe, his eyes twinkling at her as his tongue did interesting things to her fingers. She should have told him no and gave him a good swat, but it stuck in her throat. She dared a look at him out of the corner of her eye and gave a shuddering breath at what she saw there. If she can't say no now, she's lost. Yukino tries to summon up her breath, her courage, anything that will give her the strength to do what needs to be done, but he kisses her again, and sucks her will to fight out through their twined mouths.
The rest happens far too quickly. She feels like she should remember it all in agonizing detail, but finds that her powers of observation have failed her at the worst possible moment. He walks her to her bedroom, his hands under her ass to support her weight because her legs got the idea that wrapping around him was a suitable action. Suddenly, she's on the bed with her dress raised around her thighs. She wants to lower it, but his devilish tongue is at it again, and his even more devilish fingers have slid between her legs and are massaging her through her underwear. Even the thought of getting out a word of protest is swept away.
His fingers move around her panties and direct contact has her slapping a hand over her mouth as an exclamation threatens to spill free. No one is home, but she can't bring herself to look at him and has her eyes tightly shut since her legs refuse to be. His thumb is rubbing that special nub and his longest finger has found its way inside. He has long, thick fingers, and it would scandalize her later when she dreams about them. It may even perturbed her more than her lack of memory when it comes to the loss of her clothes, or when he lost his, even though he had to have removed his hand when he took off his shirt.
In that gentlemanly way of his that probably sold his products, he convinced her that she really wanted to keep going. Actually, she had wanted to, but guilt was a powerful demotivator. Later on, she realized Don was just as powerful at motivating, if not more so, along with the inherent differences between Asian men and European men. Having only seen one in real life, he also had to assure her that she would be fine afterwards.
And she was indeed fine, more than fine, both during and afterwards. When he switched from fingers to something... bigger than fingers, she was too flustered and scattered to give a thought to protection. It was lucky he had more experience, because he'd taken care of it. He took care of a lot of things, thoroughly, with great attention to detail. Feeling herself stretching around him, it was a weird feeling, not least of which because it had been a long time. They went slow; he was gentle; Don was good. So good.
If Don wasn't so adept at adultery, Yukino might have been able to prevent herself from doing it again. If he didn't know her so well, if she hadn't opened up so completely, she might have stood a chance. Depending on whose perspective you were looking from, it was an unfortunate thing that she couldn't stop herself from thinking about it. She craved it. Not the sex, it being good was an understatement, but the attention and feeling like she was wanted. When they were together, he was dedicated to her, and that was what she needed. Whether it be talking with their mouths or bodies, she couldn't help but feel a kinship to him.
Yukino didn't love Don. But she certainly did like him.