The Depths of her Eyes
"Ah," she said softly while rubbing her shoulder with her right hand, "I'm
so stiff!" She smiled softly at me. "I must have worked out too hard at
the gym."
"I guess so." I looked away from her eyes and back toward the TV. I
tried desperately, yet to no avail, not to notice how close she was sitting to
me on my rather large couch. How every once in awhile a wisp of hair would
come a little too close to my nose, and the scent would make me close my
eyes for a moment and remember dreams that I knew would never come alive.
She cleared her throat, and my eyes darted back to hers. "Do you
think...you could help me?"
"Huh?" I asked, my mind still a little fuzzy from my own daydreams.
"Could you just help me get this knot out, right here?" She took my hand
in hers, which caused a strange feeling to rise inside of me, and led it to
her soft shoulder. I let my hands tingle with the feeling of her skin
beneath them, and then began to breathe again.
"Uh...sure." Slowly, I began to rub her shoulder, being careful not to
touch her neck or anywhere below where her hand had placed mine. I could
feel my cheeks burning, and my legs throbbing (not to mention the area that
was in-between them). I tried not to breathe too hard as I continued to rub
her shoulder.
"That feels good..." she said softly, and bent her head forward. Long
soft hair fell in front of her face as well, and I found my hand move upward to
her neck and begin massaging the soft skin there. I finally managed to
reach up with my left hand and do the same. "Mmm..." she moaned, and I
swallowed hard.
This...was this good, or was this bad? I really couldn't tell. All I
could do was continue, my hands finally moving to the top of her neck, where
soft skin meets the jawbone. She continued to moan softly, but the tone had
changed just a notch, but enough to make me squirm from the unbelievable
amount of heat that pooled at the base of my belly. She leaned her head
back, that soft hair tumbling over my small hands and wrists, and I leaned
forward slightly to catch it's scent. So clean, so fresh...beautiful, just
like she was. I found myself staying in my rather awkward position, just so
I could sit closer to her.
Suddenly, I felt her hands on mine. I panicked, worried if she had felt
my closeness and was repelled by it. She would throw my hands away from her
and storm out of my house in disgust, and I would never see her beautiful
smile ever again...
Instead, she turned around so she was facing me, and led my hands to her
waist. Her eyes met mine...sinking depths into a lovely ocean...and leaned
in toward my face. I pulled back, out of pure surprise, and I felt her
stop. Her hands were still above mine, but no longer moving.
I could feel her, or hear her, take a deep breath. "Why are you afraid?"
"I'm not," I swallowed hard, "afraid."
"Yes you are!" She yelled, and I backed away from her a little further.
I could see her take another deep breath, as if collecting herself. "You have
a deep fear of intimacy. You know it."
"I'm not afraid!" I said, as defensively as I could muster under the
pressure of her deep eyes.
"Oh really? Watch." She leaned in toward my ear, and I pulled back
slightly. She sighed, as if from exhaustion, but didn't pull away from my
ear. "You're afraid of me." Her soft voice barely whispered into my ear,
but I could catch the pain in it.
I felt my heart squeeze in my chest. I loved her so much...I would never
hurt her, not matter what...but now I was, because I was afraid to admit to
her, to myself, that this was what I wanted. What I needed. "No I'm not."
New determination, carved from the raw passion and my heart beating rapidly
in my chest, almost forced me to pull her the rest of the way toward me. I
felt her stiffen slightly, but I didn't let go, even though I wasn't quite
sure she wanted me to hold on. I turned her head, as gently as my shaking
hands could muster, and kissed her soft lips.
Heaven! The only way to describe this...this wonderful feeling. The soft
pressure of her lips against mine, the tension behind it and the amazing
release that came with it. She fumbled around slightly and ended up
straddling me, lowering her small hips upon my thighs. How much I had
wanted this, how much I had needed this...she gripped my face and parted her
lips slightly, forcing me to do the same. The kiss deepened, and I felt the
need inside of me deepen as well.
I let my hands wander her freely, knowing that I couldn't stop them if I
tried. I found little places that made her moan slightly when
touched...that place just below her ear, her soft neck, the place just below
her hip...sensitive places, her places...
Her own hands began to wander me as well. I felt her fumble with the
buttons on my shirt, but I couldn't stop to help her...not when her own
shirt needed to be undone. I wasn't even sure what I was doing, but all I
knew was that it felt good to touch her and she seemed to like it. I know I
liked the way she was touching me. Who am I kidding? I loved it.
She pulled away from my mouth, gasping slightly and looking at me through
half-closed lids. "God..." she moaned, then seemed to try to collect
herself. "I want you so much...I need you so much...please..."
I gripped her hips and pulled her so she was against me. "I want you just
as much."
"Make love to me..." swollen lips pleaded. How could I deny the request?
"Yes..." that husky voice wasn't mine, was it? I covered her mouth with
my own once again, and we proceeded in moving into a better position on the
couch. I finally ended up beneath that lovely figure and she pulled off the
blouse she was wearing and tossed it to the side. Her small lacy bra was
soon tossed aside as well, and I faced the new complication with complete
confidence. Covering those little rosebuds with my hungry lips, I felt her
shudder lightly, and those small hands wind into the back of my hair to pull
me closer. I could feel her legs widen, perhaps out of instinct, and those
small thighs wrap around my waist. Such exquisite pain.
Those lovely lips could let wonderful sounds emerge from them...some I'd
never heard before! Small "oh!'s" were quite familiar, but not the way she
would say them. Her hands wandered again to the front of my shirt,
awkwardly undoing the rest of the buttons. I felt her hands stroke my own
chest, feeling around my nipples and...
"Oh!" My head shot up and I felt her stiffen as well. My eyes met hers
again, desire almost blurring my vision. She was still beautiful. No
matter what...I could be blind, but I would still know her beauty.
She kissed me again, forcing me down beneath her. My head rested softly
on the cushions of the couch, and I reached up above me to pull her closer to
my chest. She was so warm, so soft...her bare skin would brush mine, so
soft, as she began to pull desperately at my clothes and her own. I could
only watch, my hands and limbs shaking violently in the haze of passion.
Her hands, so small and delicate, were working harder then I'd ever seen
them. Her pulls at my pants were almost frightening in their urgency. She
gently lifted herself off my lap and pulled them all the way off me,
struggling but working with quick pushes and hard pulls. I slipped my hands
up her long school skirt and touched her bare legs and thighs, until I
reached the delicate fabric of her underwear. So soft, so sweet...just like
her. Slowly, carefully, I pulled them off her bare legs, sliding them all
the way down to her knees. Awkwardly she leaned back, sitting atop my
calves and stretching her long legs towards me. I sat up as well, leaning
forward so that our waists were level, and slid her silky white panties down
her legs until they landed with a small sound on the carpeted floor. She
grasped at my own underwear and managed to pull them off, until I too was
completely naked in front of her.
Glorious smells, glorious sights...so new and intriguing and beautiful. I
took in as much of her as I could, treasuring the tiny details...that little
tiny brown mole just beneath her right breast, that tiny birthmark just
beneath her belly button...the way her waist curved in so slightly and then
curved outward to her hips. Her tan lines revealed whiter flesh around her
breasts and on her broad shoulders, then down again to her hips and down
towards her...
A deep intake of breath made me look up at her, but I realized I was the
one who had made the sound. I could feel the tension in her calves and legs
that were wrapped around my waist now - somehow we had managed to drift
extremely close to each other - and I felt it in myself. I reached toward
her, to caress that soft skin, but only managed to touch her cheek. She
closed her eyes and kissed my hand, so soft, so sweet...I wanted to say
something to her, to let her know...to tell her everything I'd ever wanted
to say...
"Chibiusa..." I managed to whisper, and for awhile I wasn't sure she had
heard me. But when she opened those red eyes to look at me, those deep red
eyes that plagued me with their depths, tortured me because I knew I had
fallen into them, were now full of desire and something else.
"Please, Hotaru...don't say anything. Just..." she swallowed hard, almost
uncomfortably. "Just please, kiss me..."
I didn't know what to do. Like a fool, I stared at her for quite some
time. But, finally, the only part of my mind that actually thought caught
on. I leaned toward those soft lips again, this time slowly...my eyes
closed, and I felt those soft little lips against mine. Her eyelashes
brushed my cheek as her arms came around my neck, and the soft little
sensations sent my mind whirling, little butterflies and fireworks the color
of her hair swirling around together. The biggest explosion, however, was
the amazing feeling of her impatient leg wrenching itself between my legs.
The kiss wasn't broken, but I hissed aloud. She seemed to catch the
sound, and moved around so that my right leg was between both of hers. The small
"oh" that escaped that beautiful mouth was enough.
I broke the kiss and looked deep into those red eyes. It was time.
I laid her back gently on the couch, her lower back resting on one of the
armrests. Her small hands slid down to my waist, then up to my breasts
again. The feelings were wonderful, I admit, but I had only one goal in
mind. I was going to make her happy...so happy...
When our hips met that first time, it sparked something more than desire
in the both of us. I still remember the sound of her breathless moan in my
ear, the way her arms locked around my neck, the feeling of her legs wrapped
around my waist. I still remember those tensed muscles, the heavy
breathing, and the small moans that increased to loud groans as our
ministrations continued. Oh, she was so beautiful, those eyes that had me
sinking shut tight, little beads of sweat dotting her forehead and making
her hair a darker shade of pink. Those moans, cutting through the noise of
the TV that was still on and going right into my mind, causing the fireworks
to become huge bombs of pleasure.
And when I felt her body tense, and the deep movements of her hips that
followed, I knew what was to come...my own fabulous release...my head shot
up to the ceiling, my eyes closed, my hips bucking and trying to drown
themselves in her own. She held my waist fast, making sure it went to all
the right places. The sounds of our moans mixed together filled my ears and
my mind, and it was all I could do not to die of pure blissful pleasure.
But that blissful high brought us crashing down. We were like that for a
few moments that seemed so long but so short...then, my body still shaking,
I fell atop her in a sweaty heap. Our breathing was heavy and deep, but we
held each other until it calmed down.
Warm, my fuzzy mind said. That's the first thing I knew as I opened my
eyes. Warm. Warmth. So warm. I lifted my head slightly, my vision
clearing as sleep left me. I looked up to see Chibiusa, sleeping so softly.
Her breathing was so comforting, her chest lifting up slowly and softly.
I smiled. She was beautiful, even when she was sleeping. Especially when
she was sleeping.
I laid my head back down as gently as I could, but evidently that wasn't
soft enough. She stirred, and I cursed myself for waking her.
"Mmm...Hotaru?" She rubbed her left eye with her hand, as if to rub the
last bits of sleep away.
"Hi..." I said, my voice still husky. "How are you?"
"Wonderful." She smiled, and I giggled slightly. "You know what?" The
tone was different, making me cease all movement. I knew that tone. It was
so...serious.
"What?" Panic rose in my chest, and my heart began to thud quite rapidly.
"I..." Those red eyes turned away from me. "I don't know how to say it."
She laughed slightly, almost sarcastically. "Me, not knowing how to say
something. Ironic."
"Chibiusa...you're...I don't understand. What can't you say?" I began to
worry about my heartbeat.
"I have to tell you something, Hotaru. And it's very important. It has
to do with all this," she waved her hand to the couch and to us. I tilted my
head to the side, still confused. "I don't know how you're going to react
to me telling you what I need to say."
"Chibiusa, whatever it is...please tell me. I want to know. I promise, I
won't make fun of you, or act weird. Just please, tell me." I was trying
to strain my voice so she could know how much I cared, but my heart seemed
to be preventing it. The thudding was so violent I clutched at my chest in
pure worry.
"Hotaru...I..." still hesitant...still trying to hard, "I...love you."
She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. I stared at her, that beautiful
form, for a long time. Finally, I managed to part my heavy lips and speak.
It came out in barely a whisper. But she still heard me. "I love you,
too."
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WeLl HeLlO aLl yOu CaTs AnD kItTeNs OuT tHeRe!
As you all must very well know, I do love to play with my shift
key.
Ok, ok, no I actually have to get to the point. I hereby dedicate this
story to the amazing Ghost of 'Lectricity himself! ^-^ It's your present,
so I hope you enjoy it.
Love you all!
<3 Gabrielle
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