Intimate Moments: Not So Innocent

Disclaimer: The holy oracle X is property of the Holy Goddesses CLAMP and their High Priestess Ohkawa Nanase. The "Intimate Moments" anthology was my idea though so hands off or you'll be speaking to my lawyer ... He's the tall well-dressed individual wearing the shades and standing under the sakura tree ^_^

Warning: Setting is X:13 but I refuse to acknowledge Daisuke's death so Fuuma only injures him and Arashi tends his wounds ^_^ No evily Daisuke-haters or persons under 18 cuz it contains lemons!

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Arashi's fingers were cool against his skin. Daisuke was a little relieved because the cuts on his face felt like fire. Only a little relieved, he reminded himself fiercely. The open wounds weren't the only reason for the burning sensation; he was blushing. Even if it hurts like hell please let her take her hand away. It was bad enough when Hinoto watched Hien and Souhi tend to him, but Arashi: the girl he'd grown up with at Ise, the Dragon of Heaven he had a crush on. He tried not to look at her and concentrated on picking concrete crumbs off his uniform. It wasn't fit to be called a uniform anymore. Maybe I can borrow one of those CLAMP Campus ones. She doesn't like untidy people. He smiled suddenly remembering the time -- not so long ago -- when Arashi had called that Arisugawa boy a slob.

"What's so funny?"

Her voice melted his smile and he looked at her, surprised. "Nothing." Careful, Saiki! You don't want her to know! God, how long was I smiling like an idiot?

Arashi stared at him intently for a short while. A smile? From Daisuke-san? Well he was facing Fuuma, and if it wasn't for Kamui ... She didn't want to think about the other possibility. She forced her eyes onto Daisuke's left arm. "You've injured it again."

"I'm sorry." Why am I apologizing? It wasn't my fault. She looks so sad. He remembered when Kamui had fought with him. Arashi hadn't been too concerned, she'd even made it worse by yanking on his arm. But she still asked me how my wounds were and I lied because I didn't want to make her worry. Thinking that he would have to die for Hinoto while that bastard of a Southern boy died for Arashi made him angry but there was nothing he could do about it. He had promised the Dreaming Princess. I wish things were different.

Arashi doctored the Shinken-made gash with an already red-stained piece of cotton wool. The floor was littered with little damp balls compressed with blood and she wondered if there was anymore cotton wool left in the Imonoyama place. I could take him to the hospital but Tokyo's in such a state after the earthquake. Black strands fell past her shoulder as she sat hunched over Daisuke's arm, creating a canopy. She pushed them back only to have them fall into their original place moments later. Before she could react she felt a hand brush the rogue strands behind her ear. Daisuke-san?

It took a minute for her to realise she'd said the Wind Master's name aloud. He was biting his lip and staring at her with reddening cheeks. Beads of sweat formed at his hairline. I offended her, he thought. I shouldn't have touched her.

"Thank you."

He tasted blood as his teeth tore the thin skin of his lower lip. She's thanking me? Daisuke blinked in surprise and quickly began to suck at his lip.

No more cotton wool. Arashi picked up the bandage and began winding it around Daisuke's forearm. The blood was still not clotting in places. I hope--

"A pleasure."

She stared straight into Daisuke's dark eyes. She thought she could see her reflection: black, white and grey. Her mouth seemed to trip over the smile and she hastily began to cut and tie the bandage off. The hair fell again. Daisuke's hand brushed across her cheek, up towards her eye and then back to her ear to remove the strands. She touched his hand. "Don't, it's useless. Maybe I'll just get a haircut like Yuzuriha." She smiled.

Should I let go? Daisuke glanced at his hand. Technically, he wasn't the one holding it. He didn't want Arashi to let go.

She squeezed. "It's all done. I don't think Hien or Souhi could've done any better. I guess you'll want to change out of ... that." Arashi let go of Daisuke's hand and hurried out the room.

This ... yes. Daisuke looked at his former school uniform. He was suddenly embarrassed about his appearance. It's not like we're on a date or anything, and anyway she's seen me at my worst ... but ... He unfastened the collar and undid the buttons down his shirt trying not to use his left arm. Arashi had done a good job but he winced everytime a muscle contracted and if he winced the cuts on his face pulled tight painfully.

"Daisuke-san, I found these. Sora-chan..." she trailed off when she saw Seiichirou's nephew naked to the waist. Arashi turned around with her back to him, holding out the CLAMP Campus shirt in his direction. Stop blushing, Arashi! You're acting like a lovesick school girl! "Er Sorata doesn't wear his uniform. You're about the same height so I ..." It was her turn to bite her lip. "I didn't know -- I mean ... Is it alright if I turn around?"

The scratch under Daisuke's right eye might as well not have been there. He was blushing so hard there was no way to tell where the blood-red welts ended and the unharmed skin began. What is she thinking? Oh God, now I've embarrassed her as well. He took the white CLAMP Campus shirt from Arashi and slipped it on thinking it might make her more comfortable. "Yes." What was the point of puting on a clean shirt? He could feel himself sweating as Arashi turned her dark eyes back on him. He was shocked when he realised she was looking him up and down.

Why is it that all Japanese guys are so skinny? Like in manga, you hardly ever find a man who's short or fat. I know people wouldn't buy them if those kinds of people were the main characters the same way they wouldn't buy a fashion magazine but ... Arashi's thoughts trailed off because she realised how silly she sounded to herself and because like the guys in manga there was nothing not to like about Daisuke. His hair was fair like his skin which made his ever-frowning brows stand out starkly as if he'd highlighted his hair. But I remember him being blonde even as a little boy. His eyes were black, like hers, and he had the cutest nose. She nearly blushed but caught herself when Daisuke suddenly moved to button the shirt. His fingers caught the last button clumsily. He desparately tried to slip it into the button hole but the muscle in his left arm wouldn't cooperate with his wrist. Is she still looking at -- ?

"Do you need help with that?" Arashi asked.

Daisuke felt every muscle in his body contract as Arashi's hands brushed over his stomach above the belt, taking the shirt in her fingers and buttoning it up.

She wasn't aware she'd done anything wrong; she was simply buttoning the shirt of someone who couldn't. Why did it feel so ... "wrong" wasn't the right word. Even if I feel something for Daisuke-san -- which I don't -- I shouldn't be having ... thoughts about him. He's a friend and I'm a sensible person. Arashi's hand reached the collar button and she fastened it.

Daisuke swallowed, his eyes fixed on Arashi. He hoped his expression was closer to mild panic than it was to that stupid infatuated look Sorata always had around her. He mumbled a thank you and bent to kiss her cheek. Her skin was hot beneath his lips as they caressed her. Daisuke only became aware that he had kissed Arashi on her lips when he pulled away. His eyes opened as her fists -- tight around the folds in his shirt -- released their grip. "Arashi-san," he began to apologise, "I uh couldn't -- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I er ..." Why is she looking at me like that?! Don't let her cry, please. She can be mad at me, she has a right to but ... "Arashi-san?"

It didn't look like she'd heard his apology. Her face registered complete surprise. He kissed me. "Daisuke-san?" Arashi fisted her hands again, clawing at the cotton of Daisuke's shirt as she pulled him closer and kissed him again. The surprise was gone.

She kissed -- Daisuke didn't want to think anymore, only feel. He closed his eyes and put his right arm around Arashi, his injured one resting on the subtle curve between her waist and hip.

They lingered in the kiss, Arashi's hands sliding over Daisuke's shoulders and around his neck. Her head tilted slightly and she opened her mouth to emcompass his bottom lip, teasingly nibbling it until she could feel his lips part against her own. His good hand pressed her against him while his injured one shifted lower to rest on her hip.

Arashi had never been so close to a boy -- a man -- no, a guy before. At the moment all she could feel was their lips and her tongue meeting his half way. Daisuke had never been this close to a girl -- a young woman, not this way. Sometimes he had dreamt Hinoto was not herself and was seducing him but those had only been dreams, ones the Dreaming Princess never knew about. He felt Arashi against his area and blushed. The Kakushi Miko's hands were in his hair now, leading him in the passionate kiss. She could feel a fire start to pulsate between her thighs. "Daisuke-san ..." Her voice was breathy as she got her tongue back, literally, and rested her head against his shoulder. She fingered the buttons of his shirt regretfully.

"When will the others be back?" Daisuke whispered hoarsely into Arashi's hair.

She shrugged. She didn't care. Her hand slipped under his shirt and began to trace shapes over his stomach. Her fingertips ascended over his chest and her palms brushed his nipples. Daisuke buried his head in Arashi's shoulder, kissing her neck with an open mouth and a hungry tongue. More than once his teeth found her skin and she would claw at his back with nails that made fast-disappearing white scratch marks. He longed to feel her lips again.

"Take it off," he breathed and stood still so that she wouldn't have to struggle.

Why am I doing this? Why with Daisuke-san? I have feelings for him but I don't think I love him. I don't know what love is. Sorata says he loves me but he doesn't know me. I've known Daisuke-san for a long time. I remember when he left Ise to be Hinoto's bodyguard, I was sad and I cried because I wanted to be his bride but he was leaving and there was othing I could do. Before he left he hugged me and said I would always be his bride. But when I came to Tokyo and met him again he hardly ever spoke to me. It was like he didn't even remember me. Arashi felt the bow around her neck slip and fall as Daisuke tugged on one end. He unbuttoned the collar button of her blouse. "Do you love me?" She asked suddenly.

Daisuke stopped and blinked. Love you? When he had been a boy he had wanted to protect her because of who and what she was, and even after he had become Hinoto's bodyguard he had wanted to split himself in two so that he could protect both of them. "Yes." He cupped Arashi's head in his hands and planted a tender kiss on her lips following her as she sank to the bed.

"I love you, too," Arashi smiled against Daisuke's mouth. She finished unbuttoning her blouse herself, exposing her chest which rose and fell steadily as her heart rate increased. The Wind Master was absorbed in the little patterns her tongue was carving in his mouth. She directed his right hand down her skirted-thigh and then up the inside of her thigh. The slow pulse of heat had become a tight throbbing knot in her core.

Isn't this too fast? I've never done this before. Though to be honest with himself Daisuke was doing pretty well so far. No mistakes, I want her to enjoy this. His fingers found Arashi and brushed against thin cotton. She shifted under him, opening her legs just a little wider so that his hand could move more easily. She's hot. Daisuke thought. He could feel her through her panties, already damp from the reaction to his touch.

A small gasp escaped Arashi's lips as Daisuke's forefinger pushed aside the elasticized cotton and found her place. His hands were cool against the sides as his forefinger traced a path over her and then penetrated the silky wet folds. "Daisuke-san ..." She shuddered uncontrollably as he rubbed his finger over her and slipped it inside. For a while he didn't move except to plant sensual kisses that burned down the length of her throat. "Daisuke-san," she moaned when she couldn't take it anymore.

He responded by following the contours of Arashi's virginal passage, sometimes exploring deeper and sometimes closer to the surface with a partly exposed finger that always glistened with her sweetly-scented nectar. I wonder what she tastes like. Instincitively he felt himself harden against Arashi's hip. Am I going to go that far? Daisuke's finger left the humid comfort of Arashi. He wanted to be inside her, to make love to her and to have her make love to him. He waited as Arashi took off her bra and flung it aside exposing two perfect white mounds on her chest flecked with dark cholocate-strawberry-coloured nipples. "You're beautiful," he whispered, thinking anything louder would shatter her slender frame. He hurried out of his shirt and lowered his mouth to her breasts, encompassing her right nipple. He let his tongue wrap around the taut skin before pulling away to suckle at it.

Arashi Kishuu moaned in pleasure, her arms folding around Daisuke's neck and travelling down his back. His skin is so smooth. He doesn't have any scars. You're beautiful, too, my Daisuke-san. Her one hand continued to journey down his spine while the other intertwined itself in his blonde hair. The humidity of her thighs coupled with the flames consuming the muscles of her vagina caused her pain. Maybe when he's inside me I won't feel it anymore. "Please, Daisuke-san."

His right hand fumbled with the belt buckle as he gently nibbled on the soft flesh of Arashi's breast, making swirling movements around the summit with his tongue every so often. She squirmed out of her skirt and managed to get her panties to her ankles before she gave up to help Daisuke undress. He blushed when his erection was exposed to the cooler air. His sex was hard and hot. For a moment he was self-conscious. Having this happen when there was no one around to see was one thing, having it happen like this was another. It didn't really matter now. She could see him and he could see her, and he ached to be inside, wrapped within her tight flesh.

Arashi shifted beneath Daisuke and felt his stiff heat press against her, his head teasing her fragrented folds until he pushed into her with a strangled cry. Arashi-san. She moaned at the minor discomfort of his first true invasion, probing her secret place to the nub of flesh deep within her. Daisuke-san. Arashi was almost blind from the pleasure it caused her. His hands slipped under her back and pulled her against his chest. Her nipples tickled his flesh where they pressed against him. He looked into her eyes unsurely. When he'd entered her she'd sounded like she was in pain. Can I move? Will I hurt her again?

"Deeper," she whispered hoarsely. Her constricted muscles, trapping every bit of heat in her core, began to relax. The fire spread throughout her body; she was sure it was not all her own. Daisuke's flesh was hot against hers, he'd begun to sweat and she could taste the saltiness on her lips as she suckled his neck and shoulder.

Deeper? Daisuke didn't think it was physically possible to go any deeper but he would try if only to satisfy his Maiden -- his lover. His hands moved down under her buttocks and with his thumbs resting on her hips he held her and began to rock into her and pull out in a continous cycle. He made every entry deliberately slow and powerful so that her body gave little tremors beneath his and tiny gasps escaped Arashi's lips.

It's so quiet. Arashi thought. There were none of the sounds she'd heard that people made when they had sex. Sorata had said something about it to her but she'd been too disgusted to pay much attention and here she was performing the same act. With Daisuke Saiki. Her mind went blank as she let out a gasp somewhere between pain and pleasure. Daisuke was grinding into her now. She tried to bite back a scream but it escaped. "Daisuke!" She arched her back to receive him, her hands grabbing the covers beneath her.

Oh God ... Daisuke grabbed Arashi's hips, feeling himself come -- down his blood-hardened sex. It was too late to stop himself. "Arashi!" He cried out as he reached his climax, spilling into her passage. He held her like that until relief washed over his tense face and he collapsed into her arms, still giving her his gift of release. She held him until his molten nectar was spent, lost in her depths. Daisuke pulled out of her and lay comfortably. She could feel the warmth of his wet sex against her thigh; it felt strange not to have him inside her anymore.

"Daisuke?" She asked, stroking his blonde head, nestled against her chest. "Are you okay?"

His arm hurt and the cuts on his face burned from the tension but he wouldn't let her worry about that. "Yes," he replied after what must have been minutes, "I'm alright ... Are you?"

"Yes," Arashi grinned mischieviously.

Daisuke caught the tone in her voice and sat up to look at her. "I love you," he said seriously and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Which me? The sweet Arashi who tries desparately to fend off Sorata Arisugawa's advances or the not so innocent me, the one who just shared herself with you?"

"Both. That boy won't bother you again." My dear sweet Arashi-san. Daisuke kissed her more fully.

Arashi giggled playfully at his protective threat and barely managed to get the mumbled word "again" out before his mouth closed over hers. Her hand wrapped itself around him and he stradled his legs over her narrow hips as she directed his hardening flesh between her sensitive creases once more -- for more ...

THE END

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