#afternoon in this city enough to make you crazy in a very undefinable way. i am bigger than myself there is more of me in the air

[lilacerull0]

it's like autumn exists at the tip of my tongue currently

[lockefanfic]

Business Trip - Part 2

 “You’re wrong! Cloud clearly felt stronger feelings towards Tifa.”

 “No, you’re the one that’s wrong. Did you know Aerith was the default choice for the date scene? And what about the fact that Cloud and Aerith are in Final Fantasy Tactics and Kingdom Hearts together? If you still think Cloud belonged with Tifa, you’re crazy.”

 As if to emphasize her point, Minatozaki Sana makes a cute pouty gesture with her lower lip before downing the rest of her glass of beer. It was relatively noisy in the busy izakaya you were both having dinner in, but Sana’s voice still had no problems drowning out all the other voices around you; apparently, the love lives of fictional characters was a passionate subject for her.

 “Okay, okay, you win. I guess maybe Cloud was meant to be with Aerith.”

 “That’s right!” she says in her charming, mildly accented English, “I can be very aggressive.”

 “Aggressive? You mean, persuasive.”

 “Yes, that’s the word. Persuasive. But I’m also aggressive.”

 “Really?” you ask, allowing a little flirtatiousness to your tone.

 “Really,” she replies, a small smile forming on the corners of her lips, returning the flirtation with some of her own. She lets the word linger in the silence between you for a second, before her smile widens, the cuteness returns with a giggle, and she reaches for another chicken yakitori.

It’s been quite the busy afternoon, and Sana has proven quite the capable tour guide, taking you to all the major tourist destinations in town as well as a few lesser known ones. You quite enjoyed the hours you spent in Akihabara, watching as Sana hunted down an apparently elusive figurine of a Final Fantasy character and picked up copies of her favorite mangas from three different bookstores.

 The afternoon with her made it obvious that most of her charm came from the innocent naivete that pervaded every part of her personality. Her accented English perhaps played a large part in that charm, but there was no denying that she was also ridiculously beautiful, with large, expressive eyes and a round face with cute, small features. She had a fit body to match - not quite as fit as Momo’s, mind you, as Sana’s was more shapely and feminine; however, it was mostly her innocence and that cute, sweet face that attracted you to her.

 But she also had a playful, flirtatious side - an innocent “accidental” touch or graze here or there, a soft pat on on the forearm whenever you made a joke, her suggestive jokes whenever you encountered something lewd or sexual in your journies throughout Tokyo (the incidences of which were surprisingly common).

 It was refreshing, in a way, to spend time with a woman who was in many ways the exact opposite of Hirai Momo. Where Momo was upfront about her intentions and confident in her sexuality, Sana was shy and playful; she liked to flirt, apparently, although she did so in a less overtly obvious way than Momo did.

 “So where else did you want to go this week?” Sana says as she chews on her yakitori stick, “Perhaps we should go to Ginza or Roppongi with Momo? I know a few nice izakayas there.”

 “Sure, that’d be nice,” you reply, “I’m getting kind of tired, though. It’s been a long day. My feet are killing me!” You enjoyed every minute of Sana’s whirlwind tour of Tokyo, but all the walking, not to mention your activities with Momo that morning, had worn you out.

 Sana giggles, her giggle a musical sound amidst the loudness of the izakaya, before nodding in understanding. A waitress happens to be passing by, and she flags her down to request the bill. You reach for the bill when the waitress returns with it, but Sana snatches it away.

 “This is my treat! Now you’re debted to me,” she says with a smile that is mostly cuteness on the outside, and a hint of suggestiveness. You smile back, both at the suggestiveness of her comment and at the fact that she used the phrase “debted to me” instead of something more casual, like “you owe me.” Either way, you found it charming.

 You both gather your things (consisting mainly of Sana’s shopping bags filled with geeky sundries) and head to the door. Once Sana has paid and you are both outside, you pull out your phone to map your way back to the hotel, only to find that the battery has died.

 “Dammit, my phone’s dead,” you say dejectedly, “can you tell me which stations I need to get to to get back to the hotel?”

 “Oh, darn,” she says, and you find her use of the word darn intensely endearing, “well, I have a battery pack at my apartment and it’s only three stops from here, if you want to borrow it?”

 The idea of getting lost in a foreign city without a working phone to guide you back to your hotel is daunting, so you decide to take her up on her offer.

 “Sure,” you say, “lead the way!” Sana smiles brightly at your response before you head towards the nearest subway station side by side.

 ---

 Apparently, being an interpreter for a large international business paid well enough to afford a pretty swanky apartment in downtown Tokyo. Sana’s residence was small, as most apartments in Tokyo tended to be, but it was modern, well-designed, and filled with a ton of geeky anime and video game related collectibles.

 You had expected her to dart into her apartment to pick up the battery pack while you waited at the door, but she insisted that you check out the view from her window, which apparently was spectacular - and it really was. Looking out over the bustling Shinjuku district, Tokyo appeared as a dazzling array of moving and blinking lights, stretching out over what seemed to be an impossibly long distance. Nightfall had just begun to creep over the city, and the last vestiges of the daylight began to disappear into the distant horizon.

 “Pretty, yes?” Sana asks as she stands next to you.

 “Definitely,” you agree, although much of your attention was devoted to admiring Sana’s reflection in the window, “it’s gorgeous.”

 You notice Sana’s smile grow wider in the window reflection.

 “I have a question,” she asks, her tone shy and demure.

 “Yes?.”

 “You and HIrai-san… or, Momo. Are you... sleeping together?”

 The question catches you off guard, but you nonetheless respond with a smile.

 “Was it that obvious?”

 “No,” Sana says, “but girls have ways of knowing.”

 “Are you disappointed?” You wonder if perhaps your relationship with Momo, as purely platonic as it was, had ruined any shot you had with Sana. Even worse, you wonder if perhaps she thought less of you for sleeping with a woman you weren’t in any sort of romantic relationship with.

 “No, no,” she replied, waving her hand in front of her in that cute gesture Japanese girls do, “Not at all. Hirai-san is very beautiful. I can see how you can be attracted to her.” You notice that she has has reverted to calling Momo “Hirai-san” - perhaps it is instinctual.

 “We’re just friends,” you say, eager to set the record straight, “nothing more. We just get lonely on business trips, I guess,” you add, in a lame attempt to justify yourself - the second the words leave your mouth you wonder if perhaps you shouldn’t have said them.

 “No, I understand, you don’t have to explain,” says the young woman next to you, “it happens.”

 A moment of silence passes between you, both pairs of eyes searching the Tokyo skyline for something to say, hoping to find some new conversation starter amongst the flashing lights and tall buildings.

 “Even though you’re just friends, do you have feelings for Hirai-san?”

 “No,” you answer, surprising yourself with how quickly the words came, “not right now, anyway. We’re just friends, and that’s all.”

 Sana nods.

 “Did you like what you’ve seen of Tokyo?” she asks.

 “Definitely,” you answer, “it was amazing. I can’t wait to see more of it.”

 “I’ll show you whatever you want to see.”

 As Sana says those words she turns to you with a bright smile. You are struck in that moment by how beautiful she looks, the neon blues and greens of Tokyo’s evening lights playing on one side of her face whilst her apartment’s lights paint the other side of it in warm yellow. It is almost surreal; her face looks like it was drawn by a painter.

 What she does next surprises you - swiftly, gracefully, she moves so that she is between you and the window, her back against the glass, your view suddenly filled with her warm, beautiful face. Her proximity makes you fully aware of everything about her - her gorgeous face, the way her one-piece sweater dress hugs the soft, feminine curves of her body, the slight hint of perfume she is wearing. You harbor strong, perhaps undefined feelings for Momo, but the young woman standing in front of you presents such a strong contrast to her. Both are wonderful young women that any man would be pleased to have any sort of relationship with; but each are wonderful in their own, different way.

 It dawns on you that her inquiries about Momo earlier were just to ensure that she wasn’t getting in the way of anything; now that she was sure you were merely friends, she could make her move. It was a small gesture, but one that you respected.

 She stands still for a moment, allowing you a moment to adjust to her sudden closeness. Then she looks up at you with those eyes - those large, round, impossibly deep eyes - and after holding your gaze for a moment she raises her head so that your noses touch. She lingers there for a split second - although it seemed like forever - and then suddenly you are both kissing, your lips crashing together as the romantic and sexual tension that has been building up all afternoon between you is finally released.

 Her arms wrap themselves around your neck and yours wrap around her slim waist, your arms fully aware of the relative thinness of her grey sweater dress, happy to find that she is likely not wearing anything aside from her underwear beneath it. As your hands wander around her back her tongue enters your mouth in a move you weren’t quite ready for. You remember her statement from earlier about how she could be aggressive - she certainly was.

 Minutes pass as you explore each others’ mouths, relishing the newfound intimacy with another human being that Sana has initiated. You are content to stand there, making out with her against the glass of her apartment window, but clearly that is not all she has in mind. You feel her fingers working your belt, and within seconds she has your pants loosened.

 You suddenly realize what that means - what she has in mind for the evening. The girl didn’t waste any time. She breaks the kiss and looks you straight in the eye.

 “Keep admiring the view,” she says, a devilish look in those eyes that seconds before you had thought were so innocent.

 With that, Sana lowers herself to her knees, hooking her fingers into your pants and dragging them down with her. From this position on her knees, she was below the windowsill, and thus no one looking into her apartment could know she was there. Sana tugs your pants down your legs and you kick them free.

 Seconds later your boxers follow suit, and before you knew it your manhood has sprung free. Sana wastes no time in grasping your mostly hard shaft with her soft, delicate fingers, while her nose - her cute, button nose - brushes up against its base. Then her small tongue darts out quickly, placing small, wet licks up your shaft until she reaches your tip - and at this point, you are hard as a rock. Satisfied that you are fully erect, she pumps your shaft a few times with her soft hand, before pulling it down slightly and taking it into her warm mouth.

 No straight male in the world could have possibly kept their eyes off that sight, and so despite her insistence that you keep admiring Tokyo’s skyline, your find yourself looking down at the young Japanese girl kneeling in front of you with your shaft in her mouth. Sana giggles softly as she looks up and sees that you have failed in the task she has given you.

 “You’ve failed the mission,” she says with a giggle.

 “Oh no. Do I get punished?”

 “No punishment,” she says, eyes still locked with yours, her hand giving you two quick strokes that send shivers of pleasure up your spine, “only pleasure.”

 With that, she takes your cock back into her mouth and continues her blowjob. As she takes your shaft in and out of her small, warm, wet mouth, you force yourself to stare out the window, and even you can’t help but be hit by the ridiculous naughtiness of the situation - there you were, standing at an apartment window in downtown Tokyo, getting a blowjob from a beautiful young woman you had met the day before (and someone you technically worked with, at that) - and no one looking up at you from the street could have known.

 Added to this was the fact that just minutes before, you had Sana pegged as an innocent, naive young woman - and now she was on her knees in front of you, taking your length in and out of her mouth.

 Momo gave amazing head, but Sana was no slouch either, using her grip on your shaft and working her fingers in a corkscrew motion as she pumped them up and down along your length, her mouth focused on taking only your head and the first inch or two into her mouth at a time, her tongue playing circular patterns on the very tip.

 Your gaze returns to watch Sana’s head bobbing up and down your cock, and while you were never one to turn down a blowjob (particularly one in such erotic circumstances as this), you also knew that she deserved just as much pleasure as you did.

 “Stop, Sana,” you say, bringing your hands to her cheeks and slowly easing her off your cock. She lets the head pop out of her mouth, and the look of her large, round eyes looking up at you in surprise arouses you to no end.

 “It’s your turn to look out the window,” you say, and you pull her up by her shoulders until she is standing up again. Before she has time to say anything, you have switched positions so that she is now facing out the window - and you are down on your knees in front of her.

 You waste no time - why should you, when she certainly didn’t? You quickly bring both of your hands up and draw the hem of her tight, short sweater dress up until it is bunched around her hips, revealing the simple pink thong she is wearing beneath. There is a small, pink bow on the front of the garment’s waistline, which you find cute - but even more alluring is the significant damp spot between her slightly spread thighs. You bring both of your hands to her warm, full ass cheeks, taking a moment to admire their firmness, before hooking your fingers into the waistband of her thong and pulling them down.

 The second her underwear hits the floor your mouth moves forward, and your tongue darts out, giving her a long, deep lick, burying your nose and mouth as far between her thighs as it would go given her standing position. Your reward is a loud, startling gasp of pleasure that escapes Sana’s lips, and as she takes a moment to compose herself, you savor her sweet, slightly tangy taste on your tongue. You look up to watch her quivering face as she struggles with every ounce of self control to keep her gaze outside her window, her beautiful features wracked with pleasure. Anyone glancing up at her window from the street would probably only notice her silhouette, not realizing there was a man pleasuring her at that very moment with his tongue.

 Before going in for a second lick, you bring the middle finger of your right hand up and drag it up her slit before digging slightly between her lips, playing around her entrance, her abundant juices lubricating your digit easily. As your finger teases her entrance you return your mouth to her crotch, your tongue darting out, spending long seconds teasing her, playing with her warm, wet flesh, before you find what you are looking for - that warm, hard, small nub that is the centre of her pleasure.

 When you find it, you immediately penetrate her simultaneously with your middle finger - and the effect is immediate, to say the least, as Sana’s hips quiver sharply and a wordless gasp of pleasure escapes her lips. You are merciless, and this time you don’t give her time to recover as you continue, your tongue weaving random circular patterns around her clit whilst your finger pumps in and out of her drenched slit, curving slightly to scratch that rough, wavy patch at the front of her pussy.

 “Fuck!” Sana gasps, the English swear word being the first recognizable word that you can make out amidst a stream of syllables that might have been Japanese, “Fuck! It feels so good!”

 You take that to mean that you’re doing it right, and after a couple of minutes of steadily increasing pressure, you take a moment to introduce a second finger into her pussy as your index finger joins the one already inside her body. Almost immediately Sana’s pussy tightens around your questing fingers, and in a moment of pure pleasure, she cums.

 “Oh! Fuck!!”

 Her hands find your head, and her nails dig almost painfully into your skull as she finds release, her body shaking and quivering as the waves of pleasure finally break and overwhelm the young woman, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. Your tongue darts out and continues to give her clit soft, wide licks, flattening your tongue against the part of her pussy that is left exposed, savoring the increase of delicious juice flowing from her body.

 Eventually the aftershocks cease. You look up at Sana to find her her round, beautiful face flushed with pleasure, her once tidy and neat hair now sweaty and unkempt, strands of black and purple hair plastered against her cheeks. You try to remove your fingers from her body, but her tightness won’t let you.

 “Let me go,” you say with a smile, and Sana giggles at the ridiculousness of your demand. The smile is still on her lips as you are finally able to remove your fingers from her body, your fingers drenched in her slick juices. She lowers herself until you are both sitting on the floor, your back up against the wall as she sits in your lap. She dives in for a kiss that is full of desire and lust, evidently uncaring that her juices are still in your mouth.

 “I’ll do whatever you want,” she says, tearing her lips from yours for a second before kissing a path to your left ear, “You can do whatever you want to me. Just fuck me.”

 The aggressiveness of this girl continues to surprise you, and you take a moment to draw the moment out, teasing her with feigned indecisiveness as she plants soft kisses on your neck and ear. You savor the moment - here you were, sitting on the floor of an apartment in downtown Tokyo, with a gorgeous young woman in your lap that was willing to do whatever you wanted, her dripping pussy rubbing your hard shaft even as her juices stained your lips and fingers.

 The possibilities cycle in a split-second across your mind, although you realize that there was no need to do anything too crazy - it was best to start with the basics.

 “Take your clothes off,” you tell her.

 Sana’s response is to reach down and grasp the hem of her sweater before pulling up and over her head, tossing it aside. She was not as well endowed as Momo was, but her round breasts are well shaped and perfectly proportioned to her body, held in place and pushed up deliciously by a simple pink bra that happened to have a pink bow at the front that matched her thong.

 Patience, apparently, was not a word that was in Minatozaki Sana’s vocabulary, and almost as immediately as she as able she reaches behind her to undo her bra clasp, before pulling it forward and throwing it away. Her soft breasts sway slightly, newly freed from their lace prison, and Sana leans forward, allowing you access to her chest.

 Her breasts are on the smaller side but no less alluring, and as the warm flesh dangles deliciously in front of your face, you bring both hands up, cupping them both from the side and allowing your thumbs to reach up and play with her quickly hardening nipples. Sana lets a soft moan escape her lips, and at that sound you lean your head forward and take her left nipple in your mouth, your tongue happy to taste another part of this young woman’s flesh, swirling around the hardened tip in random patterns. The Japanese girl leans her head back and moans as you continue to suckle her breast, your other hand taking her right nipple between a thumb and index finger and teasing it similarly. A deep, wordless growl of pleasure torn from Sana’s throat is your reward, and you are acutely aware of the wetness between her thighs pressing against your crotch, as she rubs and grinds herself onto your erect cock.

 Seconds, minutes, maybe hours pass while you play with Sana’s chest - you cared little for how much time passes while you enjoy a young woman’s body. But eventually you tear yourself away from her chest and look straight into her eyes.

 “Ride my dick,” you say, and Sana returns your statement with a look that is full of lust. Gone is the innocent; naive girl you thought she was - now there was only lust, and passion, and desire written all over her face and body.

 Reaching between your bodies - which are at this point hot and covered with a film of sweat - she takes your cock with gentle fingers and aims it for her entrance, still drenched with her sweet juices. She allows the head to penetrate her, rotating her hips whilst it is just inside her lips - the teasing is wonderful and sends soft pleasure radiating from your body, but as you have realized, when it came to sex, Minatozaki Sana had little patience when it came to sexual matters.

 All at once, she thrusts her hips down, taking you into her body. Both of you gasp loudly, and you find yourself realizing again that no possible other sensation on earth could possibly equal the pleasure of first penetration. Every woman you have ever entered has felt different, and Sana is no exception - she was ridiculously tight, the outer muscles of her pussy squeezing every inch of your cock deliciously as you enter her.

 Sana takes a brief moment with you fully impaled inside her, perhaps allowing herself to become accustomed to your size. Before long, she is raising her hips, drawing your cock out of her body, and as soon as only the head remains inside, she is sliding down your shaft again.

 Her pussy feels amazing around your cock, and while Momo’s was soft and wet, she was not nearly as tight as Sana, whose insides constantly felt like a hot vice of moist silk pressing against every bit of your shaft as it entered and exited her body. She was probably the tightest you had ever had.

 “Fuck!” Sana exclaims as she continues to bounce up and down, grinding herself against your crotch, “It feels so good… fuck… you’re so big! Ahhh!”

 You take a moment to savor the sight and feel of her body bouncing up and down on your lap, her soft breasts bouncing freely, her thin arms bracing her weight against your chest and shoulders. Momo’s body was in amazing shape, more like a supermodel or an athlete - Sana was no slouch and was also fit, but she was slightly softer, with more feminine curves and more meat on her bones in general. You found yourself admiring her round, full thighs and the way they slammed against yours as they flex up and down with effort, raising and lowering her body in an attempt to drive you as deep as she could inside her.

 Her long, graceful neck is extended as she throws her head back and allows a long moan to escape her lips, followed by a mixture of Japanese and English syllables as she continues to impale herself again and again on your shaft, every muscle in her body working towards the pursuit of pleasure. There was something intensely intoxicating about watching a young girl who was so demure, so feminine in public, become such a fiercely passionate woman in the throes of lust. She was not slutty, nor was she overly fierce or aggressive - she was merely a young woman who knew what she wanted with sex, and she wasted no time in getting it.

 “Fuck! Your cock… feels so good inside me. You like… you like my pussy?”

 “Fuck yes,” you answer, your brain barely able to form the words amidst all the pleasure. The way her accent tinges the words ‘fuck’ and ‘pussy’ makes them infinitely sexier.

 Her tightness is almost overwhelming, her pussy’s grip around your cock intoxicating. You want her to ride you until you cum, want to pull her hips down into yours and drive yourself as deep into her body as you can before you spill into her...but you also have another idea in mind - revenge.

 “Stop, Sana,” and again Sana’s flushed, pleasure wracked face is surprised at your command. You hesitantly, slowly push her off until your cock pops out of her grasping pussy with a pop that is accompanied with a sigh of dismay from the young woman. You take a moment while she is sitting on the floor to quickly pull your sweater up and over your head, so you are both finally fully naked.

 You bring yourself to your knees, then to your feet, and taking her hands, you pull her up as well so that she is standing - but then you turn her around, and push slightly on her back so that she is leaning her hands against the windowsill and bent over, her round ass in the air - then, wasting as little time as possible, you grasp your slick, wet cock with one hand and penetrate her from behind.

 “Fuck!” Sana says, the word almost a shout, as you begin to fuck her against the window, obvious for anyone to see were they to peer into the window of her apartment - not that either of you gave a damn about that aside from that fact that it added another layer of raunchiness to your fucking.

 “Tokyo… is… gorgeous,” you say between thrusts into her pussy, driving home the naughtiness of the situation and getting a little revenge for her earlier teasing.

 A stream of passionate, lustful sounds erupts from the young woman’s throat. Some of it sounded vaguely Japanese.

 “Shut up and fuck me,” she says - there was no misunderstanding that.

 She felt even tighter in this position, as if such a thing were possible. You watch as each thrust into her round ass rocks her body, sending a shock through her full thighs and through her slim, graceful back and her thin arms. She had a little more meat on her lower body than Momo did and you appreciated the sight of every thrust jiggling the soft flesh of her thighs and ass.

 “Fuck! Fuck me! Just like that… You’re so deep!”

 Sana throws her head back, sending strands of black and purple hair flying. You grip her waist tightly, pulling her back towards you as you thrust forward, in an attempt to somehow get deeper into her tight, willing, wet body, making every effort to fuck her even a fraction of an inch deeper than you already were, that delicious friction between your bodies overwhelming every part of your brain.

 The thrill of it all - the fact that you had each gone down on each other while facing the window, the fact that you were now straight up fucking this girl for anyone looking up at the window to see - it was starting to drive you towards that point of no return. The thrill, the audacity of the action is one thing, but there was no denying that Sana’s tight, grasping pussy was the main driving force towards your impending orgasm.

 Before it came, though, you had to make sure she was safe.

 “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Sana. Where.. Can I...”

 “I’m… I’m gonna cum too,” she says, the words barely discernable amidst the stream of moans and soft noises of pleasure that are escaping her mouth, “I’m… I’m cumming!”

 Sana writhes suddenly in a way that she hasn’t before as the pleasure suddenly erupts in an orgasm that she would later tell you took her completely by surprise, her pussy contracting and releasing in pulses around your still thrusting shaft. It is almost unbearable, and whereas before you were merely close to orgasm, the feel of her pussy now meant you were mere moments away.

 “Sana… I’m so close. Where…”

 “Inside! I want it inside!” she says, her answer almost a shout, “Cum with me. Please! Cum inside me!”

 That was all you needed to know, and you willingly threw yourself into the pursuit of orgasm as you thrust deeper and deeper into Sana’s pussy, driving her quivering body forward against the window. Her hands search for something, anything to grasp, both of your bodies orgasming at near the same time, both of you reaching that wonderful plateau together.

 In a split second it hits you all at once - the fact that you were fucking her in front of an open window, the soft, wetness of her body, the moans of desire that spill unbidden from the young woman’s lips as you drive in and out of her wonderfully tight pussy as she is locked in the throes of orgasm - and you join her as you cum as well.

 You grip her hips tightly as with one last stroke you drive yourself as deep as you can go inside Minatozaki Sana’s body. Warm, hot semen erupts from your cock and into the welcoming depths of her pussy, and with each spurt you give short, quick thrusts to elongate and multiply the pleasure that flows outward from your crotch like a tidal wave.

 Time loses all meaning - you would have stayed there for a year if you could have, buried deep inside her body, but eventually your strength and hers gives out, and you both fall to your knees on the floor. Through some miracle (perhaps it is the tightness of her pussy not wanting to let you go), you maintain your connection, and as you both hit the floor you remain deep inside her.

 There are no words spoken, and every effort is given to heavy breathing and recovery from the intense session. You admire the sight of Sana bent over, one hand still gripping the edge of the windowsill above her head as though she were afraid to let go of it. The rest of her is slumped and bent over in front of you, her black and purple hair hiding her face. The most alluring sight of all is her back and full, round ass, between which your cock was still impaling her pussy, her lips tight around your softening shaft as though unwilling and unable to let it go.

 “Let me go,” you say finally between heavy breaths, and Sana giggles in response despite her fatigue. Eventually your cock softens enough that you are able to withdraw it, and seconds after you remove it you are delighted to see a thin stream of thick white liquid appear and begin to flow down her full, flushed thighs.

 “That was… that was…” Sana begins, and you could see that she is searching for the right English words in her head, “fucking amazing.”

 It’s your turn to let out a small laugh. Sana finally falls onto her side on the floor, and you join her, propping yourself up on your left arm so you are facing her, your right hand palming and massaging her butt. You brush her hair away from her sweaty brow to reveal the same cute, lovely face of the afternoon’s tour guide, but flushed and painted with the afterglow of sex.

 You lean down for a kiss that is less passionate, and more emotional. When you break your kiss you notice the soft smile on Sana’s lips.

 “I can’t believe we did that,” Sana says, “anyone could have seen you fucking me.”

 “I guess so,” you say with a shrug.

 “Whatever,” Sana says, “it was fucking hot.”

 You both share a smile.

 “Sana… this was… just sex, right?”

 “Of course,” she answers quickly, “it was just sex. Fucking amazing sex.”

 You are thankful that she sees it the same way - for a moment you are afraid that perhaps she had thought differently. She was a wonderful, gorgeous girl inside and out, but the fact of the matter was you had little to tie you together except for a single afternoon in a foreign land - and the fact that you technically worked for the same company.

 You cursed the fact that you lived on opposite sides of the planet, and wonder what would have happened had you met her on the sidewalk back home.

 But nonetheless you are happy your paths have crossed, if even for a day - and she did promise to see more of you in the five days you had left before you went back home. And at the very least, you had a new friend in Tokyo whenever your business trips led you there.

 “I should clean up,” Sana says, interrupting your reverie, “you were like a fire hydrant.”

 You laugh as Sana finally gets up on shaky legs, and admire her small, thin form as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. When Momo did the same after your sessions in the morning you found your eyes glued to her ass - strangely, your eyes are only watching the back of her head as Sana walks away, cursing the fact that such a wonderful young woman lived so far away from you.

 ---

 “I guess this is what you came for,” Sana says as she presses the small battery pack into your hand. You smile as you plug your phone into it and slip both items into your jacket. You are at her apartment door, and about to head out back to the hotel.

 You had both spent a few minutes recovering, sitting on her kitchen table and sharing a random assortment of Japanese snacks she had lying around, even making a game of it where she would place a random snack in your mouth and you had to guess what the ingredients were. It was made even more difficult by the fact that Sana was wearing what was probably the most distracting t-shirt in the world, a pale blue, thin cotton shirt with a frog on it that was low-cut enough to reveal some delicious cleavage and barely, just barely covered her nether regions. If she were to lift her arms, it would raise the shirt and expose herself - she clearly knew what she was doing when she chose that shirt to put on.

 Alluring t-shirts aside, it was getting late, and as much as you would have gladly spent the night there, you knew it would probably be best if you headed back to the hotel.

 Sana is watching as you slip your shoes back on. You turn to her once you are ready to go.

 “So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

 “Yes!” Sana says, her face bright with enthusiasm, “we can go see that giant Gundam. And we can go to Tokyo Skytree! The view from the top is amazing.”

 “I don’t think it would be as good as it is here,” you say suggestively.

 “Maybe we can make it better,” Sana retorts, a naughty, teasing look in her eyes. How was it possible for a girl to look so innocent and so racy at the same time?

 “Good night, Minatozaki Sana,” you say finally.

 “Oyasumi,” she answers, her voice soft and barely above a whisper.

 As she gives you a short bow, she lifts her head and looks straight into your eyes, and for the second time you find yourself cursing the fact that she lived thousands of miles away. You wonder what might have been had she, or you, simply been born in the same city.

 These thoughts give you a sort of sudden sadness, and you turn to make your way back to the hotel. As you step out the door, you feel her catch your upper arm with her hand. Before you can turn fully, she reaches up and plants a kiss on your cheek, before giving you a smile, her cheeks flushed red with emotion. You smile back at her sweet, lovely face, before you finally step out her door and take the first steps to the nearest subway station.

 Ten minutes later, you are sitting in the subway when your phone vibrates. Pulling it out of your jacket (along with Sana’s battery pack), you read the text you have received.

 MinatozakiSana says: Do you know what the Japanese phrase "3P" means?

 You take a moment to ponder the term, but it doesn’t ring any bells. You reply to Sana’s text and tell her that you are unfamiliar with it.

 MinatozakiSana says: Hehehe. ^^ Good night. <3

 You are puzzled by what it could possibly mean, and so you turn to your good friend Google for the answers. Your Google-fu is strong, and within minutes you know what 3P means - it is right there in front of you in black and white, on the screen of your phone:

 “3P is a popular Japanese term for a threesome.”

 You smile to yourself as you get off the subway and head towards your hotel. You hoped Momo were still awake, as you had much to discuss.

[lifeofroos]

ToN Spoilers!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The valentinesday special, made in November. Rest of the story is on Tumblr and on AO3! 

This Might Be Crazy Part 4 - Strawberry Coca-cola

Valentines Day, combined with all the imagery of the fat baby version of Cupid, was coming dangerously close when I encountered a bottle with strawberry flavoured coca-cola in the grass. I sighed, took the bottle and walked over to the Big House. Yet, when I got there, I could not find Dionysus. ‘Hello?’

Chiron trotted into the main room. ‘Hello, Nico. Are you, by any chance, looking for Dionysus?’

I nodded. ‘Yes. I found this bottle, so I assumed he would be here, but…’ 

‘He said something about the beach this afternoon. You could go take a look there, but I cannot promise you you’ll find him.’

‘I’ll see. Thanks, Chiron.’ Chiron smiled, walked forwards a little and patted me on the arm. 

‘Good luck, Nico.’

The grand god Dionysus was, in fact, at the beach. His back was turned towards me. I took a moment to inhale the salty air - every single time, I am surprised about how good that feels. 

‘Nico di Angelo.’

Damn, he noticed me. ‘Sir.’

‘That is a very rare flavour of coke.’

I nodded like I actually knew anything about it. Which I did. ‘Yes, exclusive to Japan for a few months.’ He raised his eyebrows while nodding, clearly surprised that I knew that. Jokes on him. I had shadow travelled to Japan a few weeks ago to get sushi for me and Will and I learned that right there. 

I walked further, until I was standing next to him. The sea was calm today. We watched for a little while. The sun was setting - shades of orange, red and pink were beginning to be visible. 

‘We are nearing Valentines Day,’ Dionysus remarked. I did not answer. I could feel in my bones where this was going. Hint: he had probably also noticed all the fat, baby Cupids everywhere. 

‘Are you planning on doing anything with mister Solace?’ Yes, actually, I wanted to shadow travel us to Wills’ favorite restaurant in his home state. ‘Not yet.’ 

‘Sure.’ He looked at me like he did not believe me at all.  ‘Yet, you know what I want to talk about.’ 

‘...Ye.’ 

‘Let me start off by asking how you have been feeling lately.’

Well, seeing Cupid as a fat baby everywhere feels kinda good, not gonna lie. But the rest? ‘Not amazing.’ 

He took a moment to look at me in a way that signaled it was going to be heavy from now on. ‘Have you experienced any homophobia in a concrete way?’

Huh? ‘Uh… a couple of times. Once when walking in the city with Will. And when I went to his house with Christmas and got to meet his aunt Natalia. A few other times, which I don’t recall exactly.’ 

‘How did it make you feel?’

I stared at the sand. Not because the question was difficult, but because I had no idea when this guy would finally rip off the bandage and bring up Cupid. 

‘I mean… it’s not nice, but I know that aunt Natalia lives alone and only ever goes out with Christmas to scold her sister and Will and everyone else in the family. I always think that if every homophobe is such a loser, than it can’t possibly bother me for long. And so it never does.’ 

‘That’s good. I thought you’d have more trouble with it. You seemed more down than usual the last few days, that’s why…’ At that point, I stopped listening. I stood there with a blank expression for an undefined amount of time, until I snapped. My throat began to hurt as tears of frustration rose up.

 ‘Are you going to ask me about Cupid or what?’ I spat it at him, before wrapping my arms around my stomach. A few angry tears rolled down my face, while I sobbed softly. After a few seconds of silence, I looked at Dionysus, who seemed… very surprised. 

‘...what?’ 

‘C-cupid. Rome. Jason! The scepter. You know exactly what I am talking about, you always do.’ My shoulders rose, although the surprise and confusion was enough to make the sobbing less violent. 

‘...I must say, I do not. Is this about the death of mister Grace?’ 

Utterly dumbstruck, that is how I felt. I loosend the grip on my stomach, while I stopped sobbing. My fit ebbed away.  ‘...Ah-ha.’ Good, good job, Nico. Absolutely wonderful, the way you just told on yourself. You know exactly what he is going to say next.

‘Yet, it sounds like something that should not go unacknowledged.’ There it is.

‘I…’ - certainly would not mind if we did not acknowledge it - ‘Think you might be right.’ I sunk down into the sand and took a small sip of coke. It prickled on the inside of my mouth. 

‘You called him Cupid.’ Dionysus sat down next to me. 

‘It was Cupid. Not that he looked like one of those Valentine babies. He was the Roman version of Eros, but still very much Eros. You know…’

‘Yes, yes I know, trust me, I know.’ He sighed deeply, just as I did the same thing. Dionysus smiled, before continuing. 

‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’

I put an arm around my stomach again. My first thought was that I did not want to tell him what happened. I jumped into resistance mode and it took quite some time before I could reply. ‘Well… I was in Italy with the others. Jason and I were searching for the scepter of Diocletian, which we needed for...’ Yeah, what for again? ‘We needed it. We figured out that it was in Diocletians’ old palace, which turns out was also Eros, or Cupids, whatever, his old place. We got there and the god of love himself catches on to us. He starts to… fire arrows at us, although it was not his intention to make us fall in love.’ I paused for a second. No, I was quite positive Cupid did not want to make Jason and me fall in love. ‘He wanted me to tell the truth. Only then would he give us the scepter. The truth about…’ I halted right there when I remembered exactly what truth. In a split second I decided that there was no way I would be telling Dionysus that I was once in love with Percy Jackson. ‘...the truth about me liking guys.’

I looked into his eyes. He knew there was something I was not telling him. He did not ask about it, however. ‘Did you feel ashamed of being gay?’

Oh, another obvious one. You know what, I can actually appreciate that right now. ‘Yes, yes I did. In 1930’s Italy, even as a nine year old I came across propaganda that told me liking guys was wrong. I would not say that my mother really enforced that idea. I think.’ Actually, I did not remember. She might have. ‘Then I came to this new America and… that did not just go away, even though…’ I tilted my head sideways and back again. 

‘I know exactly what you mean.’

Thought so. ‘Gay rights were and are, not, like, perfect.’ We both nodded, which made me relax a little more. 

‘The god of love made you tell something you did not want to tell anyone, or not yet at least. Not just because you were afraid of not being accepted, but also because you did not accept yourself. It is no wonder that you are still disstressed about it.’ I let my shoulders hang. ‘Sometimes I still do not know if I…’ I gestured at myself. Dionysus nodded. ‘That’s understandable. It takes a long time to accept that liking guys is a part of who you are. And also that it does not degrade your value as a person.’ 

‘I find it weird, though. How can you… dislike yourself, or part of yourself, so much?’

‘If it is constantly implanted that it is bad to be or feel or like a certain way, you will start to believe it. You’ll feel guilty for being what you are, even if what you are is not wrong.’ 

I fiddled with the bottle. ‘Still… why did Cupid force me to tell…’ alright, he did not force me to tell everyone I was gay. ‘...well, just that. Why did he force me to tell?’ Dionysus sighed deeply. 

‘If I ever find out anything about Eros, you’ll be the first to know. Except that I won’t find out anything, so I don’t know why I promised you that.’ He seemed to think for a second. ‘What I can tell you is that Cupid operates on his own wavelength…’ Yeah, and so do you, that’s not a weird thing for gods, ‘...and he’ll do what others would deem unreasonable stuff. To him, it is not.’ He shrugged. ‘That’s the only thing I learned about him from living on Olympus for a few thousand years. It excuses absolutely nothing and still makes the experience you had horrid, of course.’ I nodded. What I did not know was if he understood that to a mortal, a lot of gods were like that. I decided that know was not the time to ask.

‘I think I now know that being gay is nothing to be ashamed of.’

‘Good. That’s a good thing. I talked to more people who thought that their existence was a sin…’ His eyes could not have rolled farther into his head when he said the word sin, ‘... as if Jesus would give a flip, as if he isn’t too busy curing sick people and cuddling puppies, that’s beside the point, I wanted to tell you that a lot of people thought and think like you did and they could not almost get rid of those thoughts in a year or two. It’s admirable, Nico.’ 

I was sensing there was more that this man could tell me about Jesus. On one hand I was dying to know, on the other hand that was not what we were talking about. ‘That might be because the people around me were mostly accepting, if we forget about aunt Natalia for a moment. Some people poked fun at me for liking…’ Yo, yo, yo, Nico, shut up. You have already said way to much. Dionysus looked like he knew he should disregard that I had been about to say something, except that he really did not want to. ‘...some people…’ Now he seemed torn between telling me that it was alright and that I need not say more and pushing me to finish that sentence. ‘...might advise me to say that it has been enough for today. I… understand what you explained to me.’

Slight disappointment. ‘If you really feel like that, Nico. Yet, I’ll have to come back to Cupid next time. I don’t think we have talked about everything there is to talk about.’ He turned his gaze towards the sea. It was still calm, although I could swear it was slightly roudier than it had been before. As if Poseidon knew what I had been about to say before I cut the session off. ‘You are a valid person, Nico. And your love for that Solace-boy is real, even if it is beyond me why you would date anyone directly related to Apollo.’ As said by his half-brother. ‘Do not let anybody tell you otherwise. Now go, forget what both Will Solace and I keep telling you and shadow travel to France to get him a box of chocolates.’ He stood up, and I did the same.

I took a few big gulps of Japan-limited Strawberry flavoured coke. ‘I was thinking of a different country.’

‘Don’t you dare.’

‘Try to stop me.’ I did not even care - I began to run. It made me feel free, free from homophobia and Cupid, and so I kept running. Valentine's day was coming up. I might not be proud of me all the time, but I would be some day. And until thatn I still had Will. Will, and soon a box filled with real Japanese sushi.