Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Another idea that came to be out of Merrow's fanfic challenge, and oddly enough inspired by my previous story "Storm Warnings". Sadly I do not remember which chapter this follows, but it takes place about a week after Hatori walk's into Mayuko's parents' bookstore. Kind of a triangle between Shigure, Mayuko and Hatori. I'm sure you've already guessed the end pairing. =P This part is told from Hatori's POV. 

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Do you really have everything you want?
You can never give something you ain't got.
You can't runaway from yourself!

-Michelle Branch, "Are You Happy Now?"

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I meant everything I said to her.

I realized that once we reached a small cafe that served hand-dipped ice cream. We'd been walking for...oh, I don't know, minutes...and it felt good to sit down. My shoes normally don't bother me and I'm sure Mayu's feet were killing her.

Neither of us complained mind you.

After two chocolate shakes and a large (rather HUGE) banana split, we decided to drive around town. No place particular really. And we talked the whole time, mostly about our lives and how we felt we could better them. I had no idea Mayu wanted to be a star athlete. She settled for her teaching job because it was her second love.

She likes teaching kids.

I became a doctor because it was my way of being able to help people. Growing up a member of the jyuunishi afforded me few friends and little opportunity to do what I wanted. Granted I had more freedom in those days than my younger cousins. I tried to explain that to Mayuko without mentioning the jyuunishi curse.

Thankfully, my tongue didn't get as twisted as it did when I first tried to explain it to Kana.

Strangely enough, that was the only time I thought of Kana the rest of the night, too.

We finally decided to go to a local bar for a drink. Just one, we promised each other. And we were serious about it too. We chatted more about our lives and what we wished to see and do in the future while nursing our beers.

I'd lost my virginity at the age of 20. She, at the age of 18.

She likes swimming at the beach. I prefer the mountains.

I like fish. She prefers meat.

She likes to dance. I'd rather not.

I enjoy reading in my spare time. She write poetry.

She wants a small family. So do I.

By the time we were finished, an hour and half had passed and we both knew more about each other than we probably wanted.

After another hour-long drive, Mayuko told me to pull over in a lightly wooded area. We were out of the city limits now and the cliff where we were now sitting offered a spectacular view of the city. The stars were nice too.

I'm not sure how long we sat there in companionable silence. I think I may have blacked out for a few minutes because I had no idea when I'd grasped Mayuko's hand in mine. I had no idea when her fingers started caressing my thigh. I had no idea when we'd managed to sit so close.

I come to my senses when I feel Mayuko's lips caress my cheek. Then my jaw. Then my neck.

There's a man inside my head screaming, "You have to stop," while a little boy yells back, "I don't wanna!"

Her lips feel so good leaving little wet kisses along my neck, back to my ear. I like the feel of her warm breath on my skin. The caress of her hand on my chest. The feel of her tongue licking along my jawbone to my chin then back to my neck.

"Hatori?"

"Hmm?"

"You want me to stop?"

I can't stop her.

I don't want to.

"Iie."

Her lips cover mine in a tortuous kiss, and I feel her hand slip lower over my chest and stomach until it rests over the bulge in my pants. It's a polite response to the treatment I've been receiving, but also a bit embarrassing. I open my eyes to look at her as she undoes the button of my pants.

"You want me to stop," she asks, her voice as serious as her face.

I shake my head, my body too eager for what it knows it will get. "Iie."

A smile breaks the serious mask on her face. "If you want me to stop, let me know."

I nod, leaning my head back and closing my eyes again as she manages the button, then the zipper of my pants. She places one last kiss to my lips before turning her attention to freeing my erection. When she tugs on my pants I lift my hips as much as I can.

The man in me is still screaming at me to stop this, but it's been so long and the little boy keeps screaming in retaliation. Eventually the man disappears, leaving the very eager boy and we both gasp at the sensations flowing through us.

I sigh as my hardened cock is freed. I moan as her fingers wrap around me, stroking gently. I groan when her tongue licks the precum from my head. And finally my eyes open wide as I feel her lips surround my head, then move lower over my erection. My body tenses and I can't help but watch as she encompasses every inch until her lips reach the base of my cock and I can feel the head poke at the back of her throat.

'Please don't let me come now. Not now. Not yet.'

I manage to keep my body's reaction under control as she begins to stroke me with her lips and tongue. With one hand on my stomach to help her balance, her other hand reaches lower, cupping my balls.

'Sweet mother of mercy! I'm going to die! I'm going to--'

But I don't even get to finish the thought as I lose control of my body and I feel myself come in her mouth. My mouth opens, her name escaping my throat with a long whimpering moan. My hands, which had dug themselves in her hair at some point, hold her to me until I'm completely spent. She continues to lick and suckle me until my penis goes limp in her mouth.

As she sits back I manage to turn my head in her direction. She smiles, leaning forward. Our lips meet briefly and I moan as I taste myself.

"Happy now?"

"But what about you?"

She looks at me with the devil's eyes. She's planning something. "What about me?"

"Mayu--?!"

With the speed of an athlete she manages to maneuver herself to my side of the car, straddling my lap, facing me, with her but resting on the steering wheel. Smirking she leans down and gives me another kiss. I barely respond, too shocked to do so.

"You didn't tell me to stop."

And I wasn't going to.

My body catches fire and the little responses I'd been giving off all evening finally come to a head. In more ways than one. I groan, my hands grasping her hips so that she is actually sitting in my lap. My lips search for hers and they meet in a not-so-gentle kiss. Her hands cup my face and I pull her hips closer to mine.

"Happy now?"

When I'm finally able to pull away I answer her earlier question, "Hai."

"Good. That makes two of us then."

She leans forward again and I realize that we're too close. As we kiss again, my left hand fumbles for the seat lever. When I find it, I pull on it, tilting the seat backward to a comfortable distance. It causes the kiss to break but that's all right. My body wants something a little different.

My hands roam her body over her clothing until the thin barrier is too much. Mayu pulls her top over her head and my fingers make quick work of the front clasp of her bra. Both articles are tossed over to the passenger seat. As my palms cup the weight of her full breasts, her fingers make short work of the buttons on my shirt. I moan as her fingertips touch my skin, my hands clenching and unclenching at her breasts in time to my quickened heartbeat.

I can feel my dick twitch against her cotton covered center and I know instantly that it's ready for more. As she leans in to kiss me again, I slip one of my hands from her breast, hiking up her skirt that last inch until I can feel the waistband of her panties. One finger hooks onto the lace, before tracing a line down to her center over the material. My finger then hooks into the edge, seeking out her moist core as my tongue dives into her mouth. She moans above me, her hips bucking slightly from the added pressure of my finger inside her.

The kiss breaks, our foreheads leaning on each other for support. Well, more for her support. I insert a second finger and her body responds by riding them slowly. Our eyes try to connect during the action but she's almost gone. She blinks too rapidly before her eyes finally close. Her inner muscles clench at my fingers and I feel more of her juices slide into my palm.

Grabbing the cotton crotch of her underwear I give them a good, hard tug. The material rips over her left hip instantly and I pull the remaining cloth down her thigh. Instead of yelling at me she kisses me, equally hard, and allows me to position her over me.

This is probably the most degrading act I've ever done. Sex in a car never struck me as an option, although I'd heard it wasn't all that bad. Ayame was the only one who'd know for sure. Still, as I rub the head of my cock along her wet folds I berate myself mentally. I should ask permission, shouldn't I? I should be able to control myself long enough to give her the option, right?

Is there really any other option?

As she lowers herself upon me and I thrust up to meet her, I realize that there is, indeed, no other option.

I'm having lustful sex in my car in some dark clearing overlooking the city.

And Kami help me but I'm enjoying every frantic minute of it!

What began as a leisurely pace quickly (within seconds) turns into something more wanton. My body is screaming for release so I am more than happy to oblige. I hold onto Mayu's hips as she rides me. I grasp her butt at one point but that only causes her to hit the horn. After two loud honks and a few giggles, the pace increases still.

My hips are lifting off the seat, my body desperate for release. She impales herself one last time, her muscles grabbing onto my cock, squeezing mercilessly. I thrust up once, twice and give in to my own release. I slump back into the seat as my seed flows inside her. My mind is in a daze and I can barely register my own name let alone what just happened.

Soft lips caress mine before disappearing. I open one eye to see Mayu collecting her clothing from the other seat. She slides off of me gracefully, straightening her skirt before sitting herself in the seat. She dresses, much to my disappointment, but I don't mind watching her do it.

With a groan I sit up and collect myself as well. I feel as if I've been drinking but I know that I haven't been drinking at all. I never knew sex could do that. I kind of like it.

"Hatori, I'm--"

"If you're going to say your sorry then don't," I say, buttoning my shirt. I look up at her and smile. "I'm not."

"Actually, I was going to say that I'm hungry...again...but you know, I'm glad you're not sorry. I'm not sorry either."

I laugh, not being able to hold back. "You're still hungry?"

She giggles...yes giggles, just like a school girl...before she replies, "Yes, I'm hungry. I'm always hungry after a work out."

I raise an eyebrow in question. "You call that a work out?" A chuckle. "I think you need a stricter exercise regimen then."

She looks stricken but her eyes are still playful. "I happen to like my regimen, thank you very much." Smiling she leans over the seat and closer to me. "But I suppose I could make a few changes if the doctor thinks it's best."

I accept her invitation and kiss her lightly on the lips. When I pull away I reply with a smile, "Doctor's orders."

"Does the doctor have anything specific in mind?"

The sultry level of her voice doesn't go unnoted and my body reacts once again. I manage a nod, a small smile crossing my lips. "I have a few suggestions."

"Then tell me," she replies.

Cupping her face in my hands and pulling her closer I place another light kiss to her lips. "How about I show you instead?"

"By all means."

And now I know WHY Ayame said that sex in the back seat of a car is dangerous. You have to be a goddamn contortionist! Still, the sex is pretty good, and I've discovered a new position that I like.

I wonder if Shigure knows about this one.

~TO BE CONTINUED~

MUSIC DISCLAIMER:
Lyrics are from the song "Are you happy now?" from the album Hotel Paper by Michelle Branch. (c)2003 Maverick records.