Sengoku stood in front of the Hisaku household, waiting for Midori to open the door for him. It was a lazy Sunday and he decided to drop by her house in hope of getting some kind of entertainment from his girlfriend of two years, maybe watching a few anime DVDs or playing a videogame. He tapped on his foot and rang the doorbell again. How come no one has come to open the door for him yet?
“Midori!” he yelled, hoping Midori would hear. No one answered. Maybe no one was home?
Sengoku tried turning the knob, and her door was unlocked. Leaving the door unlock is dangerous, he thought and decided to tell Midori about it later. “Midori, are you home?”
The house looked empty, but he can hear shuffling and cheery vocaloid music coming from Midori’s room.
“Midori?” he shut the door behind him and walked into the house. “Pardon my intrusion,” he said to no one in particular and took off his shoes before walking towards Midori’s room.
"Meow."
At least that gave him the sign that Midori wasn't at home. Hikari, Midori's black cat was at home, but unfortunately nowhere to be seen.
He opened the door to her room and almost choked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widening and almost pop out of its sockets, and his heartbeat raced.
“M-Midori?” She was busy trying to zip up the exposed back of her maid outfit. It was hugging her figure, sensually showing off her curves and had a very short skirt attached to it. Underline very short because it was as short as Sailor Moon’s, if not even more.
Midori turned around at the mention of her name and shrieked in surprise when she saw Sengoku and threw the closest things to her at his head. “S-S-S-S-SENGOKU-KUN!! DON’T L-LOOK! TURN AWAY!”
He dodged the barrage of manga books, DVD boxes and a stray magical stick that looks like it came out of Card Captor Sakura before he decided to obey her. If he didn’t, she might just maim him sooner or later. The stuff thrown at him finally stopped as Midori realized he had looked away.
She quickly zipped up the back of her outfit. “W-What are you doing here?” she asked as she recovered from the initial shock. Sengoku took this as permission for him to look back. He was agape for a few seconds. From the front, it was like staring straight into heaven. He could not emphasize enough how short her Sailor-Moon-short-skirt was and how much he’s enjoying the H-game view in front of him. The fact that the bustline was so low (think Boa Hancock; One Piece) and hardly covering her breast at all makes him feel luckier than a four-leaf clover.
“Sengoku?” she waved a hand in front of his face. He snapped back to reality and awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Right… Um, I was bored at home and decided to drop by. You know, spend time with you,” he said, trying his best to keep his eyes from straying anywhere else other than her eyes. Well, he did get the entertainment he had wanted, but he still desired something… more. “What were you doing anyway?”
“Eh? Trying out cosplay outfits for the next con,” she said with a shrug, turning her back on him and picked up another costume that was lying on her bed. He walked towards her and took the costume away from her hands.
“The maid costume suits you,” he said with a glint in his eyes as he threw the Nichijou costume away onto the floor. Midori looked annoyed and bent down to pick it up from the floor, giving him a full view of her breasts.
“Don’t throw the costume like that. They’re precious,” she said and hung it neatly in her wardrobe next to the other cosplays.
Sengoku wrapped his arms around her waist.
“S-S-Sengoku?” she asked, surprised at his sudden closeness. She could even feel his warm breath down her neck.
“Midori-chan, it’s unfair for you to seduce me like that,” he said inhaling her scent of lavender.
“S-s-educe you like- e-e-e-ht?!” she asked confused and tried to wriggle out of his hold. It proved to be an impossible feat as he was way stronger than her.
“Putting on such a costume and acting so innocent. You’re just begging to be taken,” he said and moved his hand down to her inner thigh.
“S-s-sengoku, let go,” she said, panicking as he traced circles on her inner thigh and started moving into her skirt. He didn’t listen and continued until he reached the edge of her panties.
“Sengoku-kun!,” she yelped and stepped on his foot. Considering that she’s wearing boots and he’s barefooted, it hurt really badly.
Sengoku let go of her. “Ouch! What did you do that for?”
“W-W-What were you doing!?” she yelled at him and pulled out a Saber’s katana from inside her cosplaying shelf, unsheathing it and pointed it at him.
“S-sorry,” he stuttered as Midori swung the katana at him. He quickly got out of the way and crashed into a wall for a millisecond before she pointed it at him again. He slid down the wall and into the floor as the katana was once again thrusted towards him. A million thoughts raced through his head and honestly, seeing Midori like this was so out of character for her. The shock must’ve taken a toll on her senses. He felt beyond guilty now. He shut his eyes, waiting for the feel of plastic or metal or whatever made up that katana to blow him on the head, but the pain never came. He slowly opened one of his eyes before opening both of them. The katana ended two inches away from his head and landed on the wall.
“You scared me, you idiot!” Midori said and pull the katana away from the wall, sheathing it back into its scabbard with easy professionalism.
“S-Sorry,” he said again, relieved that she did not continue her attempt at taking his life. He stood up on his shaky legs. “But you do look hot and sexy in that outfit.”
Midori blushed and looked away. “I-Idiot! Don’t say such things so easily! O-other g-girls might misunderstand. A-and if you want to do those kind of things, you can just… tell me.”
“But I meant what I said. And I only say those things to you,” he said, smiling at her words and taking the katana away from her in case she tried to kill him again. Dying by a fake katana is just not cool.
He spun her around to face him. “It really suits you,” he said and leaned down to kiss her. It has always been hard for him to learn his lessons.
Midori sighed into the kiss as Sengoku continued his assault on her lips. Her legs started giving way underneath her and Sengoku held her around the waist to hold her up. Her arms snaked around his neck, and she tangled her hands in between his hair, pushing him closer to her.
Eventually, they pulled away because of the need for air. She stared into his eyes, unable to break away from the intense gaze he was giving her. “Midori-chan,” he breathed out and leaned back down to kiss her. She can feel her senses slowly beginning to overtake her whole body as she started to lose all control and kissed back, letting her feelings and emotions do the work.
The love they have for each other practically pour out of their pores as they pressed closer and closer to each other, wanting more of the other.
“Kiyosumi-kun,” she mumbled and found a new strength in her legs. She walked forwards until Sengoku was pushed onto the bed, pulling her with him. She was lost in the sweet taste of his soft lips as they resumed kissing, not wanting to leave the warmth of the other for even a single second.
He flipped them around so that he was on top, not breaking off their kiss and straddling her. He kissed her past the chin, her jaw and landed on a spot on her neck that he knew she was sensitive in and continued on to her other sensitive areas that he like to tease her so much in.
She shuddered when he nipped on a particularly sensitive spot on the nape of her exposed shoulder. He pushed the sleeves of the maid outfit further down her arms.
“S-Sengoku, wait, it will tear,” she said and pushed his hands away.
“Then let me help you take it off,” he said. Her red face flushed even further if possible and he turned her around and unzipped the back of the dress. She wiggled out of the dress and he threw it on the floor.
“I told you not to throw it on the floor,” she whined, “They’re precious.”
“Worry about that later,” he said and turned her around again to face him. The look of her pouting and flushed face sent his heart thumping and almost set his heart exploding out of his chest. He never got around to figuring out why he loved her so much.
He leaned down once more to kiss the nape of her neck where he knew she liked it, trailing his tongue across her chest; he swiftly undid her bra and continued on to lick and suck at her sensitive peak. Her moans and gasps only spur him on even more, and her sweet smell invading his senses.
He slipped his hand under her panties and started stroking at the folds, teasing the entrance before inserting one finger in, making her gasp loudly.
“K-Kiyosumi…”
He added another one and started moving inside of her, kissing her once more as her hands tried to unbuckle the belt around his jeans. It took a few tries before she could finally get it off. He pulled out his fingers and pulled his shirt off over his head while she unbuttoned and unzip his jeans. Soon, the clothes joined the heap on the floor.
Sengoku pulled off her underwear and she did the same to his boxers as they melted away, thrown to the floor in a hurry. Now that they are both in a bare state, Midori can feel his warmth so close to her skin, burning her at every contact, at every touch of their skin.
His fingers ghosted over her skin, over her cheeks, her shoulders, her chest and her legs as she roamed his muscled chest with her hands. Finally, he stopped his administrations and firmly placed both arms beside her body, positioning himself in front of her and slowly pushed in.
Her body shuddered at the intrusion, but then she relaxed as he waited for her to get use to it. She stared into his eyes, drowning into the pool of intense blue eyes. They did not need words. As they make love, the only way to communicate is through the eyes. That’s how he knew she was ready. Slowly at first, he started moving and thrusting, trying to be as gentle as he can, not wanting to hurt her too much before picking up speed.
Her moans and gasps so close to his ears drew out his own as they both drowned in the wonderful feeling of ecstasy and love. Soon, she can feel herself drawing closer and closer to completion as he was barely leaving her at all. Her toes curled and she reached climax with a cry along with him as both pairs of eyes were shut tight.
She relished that single moment of short second before she got down from her high. He pulled out of her and rested his head against her shoulder, as they both panted, trying to regain their normal breathing.
She pulled the crumpled blanket from underneath their bodies and threw it over them, snuggling against his chest.
“Kiyosumi?”
“Hm?” he mumbled, with his eyes closed and on the edge of sleep.
“Like Saber and Shirou?"
Sengoku smiled. Saber and Shirou? "More like Yuuichi and Shiori."
Midori smiled before quietly singing along with the music that started playing on her iPod dock.
'True to my heart, kimi wo chikaku de
dare yori kanjitai
Close to my love hitomi tojite
Itsuka kanau kara sunao na kimochi dakishime...'
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