Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go nor any of its characters.

Some lemon and a bit of fluff.

She was tired, but with focused green eyes, Hikaru examined the goban. She saw her next move. She reached for a stone and was just about to place it on the board when she felt it—fingers fluttering on her hip. She faltered slightly, but with a hardening of her eyes and the experience of a seasoned professional Go player, she recovered.

*Pa-chi* -Her stone right where she wanted it. Now it was his turn.

His right arm gracefully reached out from behind her, drew a white stone in between his fingertips, and slowly placed it on the goban. *Pa-chi* And all the while, his fingers on her hips were still softly forming invisible circles on the slip of exposed hip that appeared when her shirt pushed up in their position. His callouses felt pleasant, just barely ghosting across her soft skin. The sensation had distracted her and made her focus more on those long, tanned fingers that completed his move with a confidence he always seemed to exude. She loved his fingers… and what they were capable of doing.. She felt and heard a small chuckle behind her. Damn it. He was smirking at her, she knew it. The man, whose lap she was currently nested in, seemed to know just what she was thinking of despite not being able to see the slight glaze in her eyes… or maybe it was just that a whole minute had passed in her turn while she was admiring his hands. Her eyes narrowed. She would get through this game, and she would win damn it.

…*Pa-chi*

A pause and his hand slipped under her shirt and those fingers ghosted higher and higher..and just as they got to the underside of her breast, *Pa-chi*.

She made her move quickly, refusing to get sucked into his pace as the fingers now started to tease a rosy bud . ..*Pa-chi*

"Hmm.." His chest rumbled. She felt the vibrations through her back as the caresses continued. ..*Pa-chi*

…*Pa-chi* His digits made a tortuously slow track from up her side to her pert breasts and down.

….*Pa-chi* Another circuit while she deliberated just how badly she wanted to crush him in defeat. Nevermind the gooseflesh that appeared in pleasure from his warm pads on her cool skin.

She pursed her pink lips in deliberation….*Pa*-"Ah!" She squeaked. He had pinched her nipple along his invisible track. It was only her 8 years of experience that kept her fingers from twitching and messing up the board.

"Maa, a little more alert this morning aren't we?" His deep voice whispered into the shell of her ear. She shivered. …*Pa-chi*

"I'll show you alert.." She mumbled underneath her breath. Just like Go, two could play at this game. She was a pro. …*Pa-chi*

But then again, so was he, and for much longer than she. Hikaru felt more pressure on her breasts and a warmth gathering between her legs as his whole hand now expertly and tenderly played with them. …..*Pa-chi*

She slid her slender hand over her kitani bowl and at the same time brought her left digits to his knee….He froze at the contact.*Pa-chi* She smiled.

He glanced at those dainty fingers, wary… *Pa-chi*

..*Pa-chi*

A best defense is a good offense he decided. *Pa-chi* Just as he was about to restart his administrations, he felt it.

…..*Pa-chi* Her nimble fingers were dragging at a snail's pace up and up his slacks clad thighs.

It was minute, but she knew this game and she knew it well so she heard it—a slightly deeper intake of breath. …...*Pa-chi*

Her fingers danced higher and more firmly up his thigh. …..*Pa-chi* She felt a twitch beneath her and a chesire grin spread across her face

…*Pa-chi* Who knew the oh so cool and controlled Ogata had his buttons pushed so easily? ..At least when it was her doing the pushing.

She took her hand and swept her raven hair over her left shoulder, leaning back against his broad chest and slightly to the left him, exposing her smooth and pale neck…. *Pa-chi*

…*Pa-chi* He always loved her neck, and took her offering to lean down and press his lips with closed eyes against that one smooth spot right behind her ear and golden bangs, the one that was made just perfect for him to kiss and nibble. He did just that, and moved along her neck peppering butterfly kisses. He reached the crook, opened his eyes, and froze. There his eyes focused not just on the sight of soft mounds peeking from her neckline and nipples begging for attention against the fabric of her shirt, but lower.

He swallowed thickly.

She let out a wanton sigh when she felt him stiffen behind her, knowing he just discovered her carefully laid trap and what she was now doing. Her fingers continued to play with her slick lips, imagining it was his long and capable fingers digging into her sensitive core instead. Underneath her bottom she could feel his hardening length as she squirmed and let out small noises of pleasure, her eyes hooded and thrown back against his left shoulder. Strong hands tightened on her hips. She knew he wanted to reach down and tear off her panties to get a full view. She let him enjoy her show for a few more moments before she pulled out a glistening finger from the side of her panties and slowly brought it to her mouth, giving him a side glance and from underneath her black lashes. She took her whole index finger in her mouth and sucked her juices, slowly bringing her finger back out. For once, she was the one smirking at him.

His jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned molten desire. "Brat," He hissed.

She responded with a shimmy of her hips.

It pushed him over the edge.

"Kya!" She found herself flipped over and startled, grasping ahold of the goban behind her, scattering all the stones in the process.

"What a mess you've made, Hikaru," Ogata admonished, looking into her widened jade eyes. His large hands still firmly grasped her hips. "You're lucky I'm going to clean it up for you."

He slipped off her damp panties as she stared up into his handsome face and those glasses that she itched to take off. She reached a hand out—"Ah, ah. Hands on the goban." With that he took her hips and easily raised her light body towards his head, situating the spot just beneath her bottom on his shoulders. The position forced her hands to grasp the board above her shoulders and to the sides of her head. Her shoulders bore the brunt of her weight. It wasn't a comfortable position, but she would bear it in exchange for Ogata's tongue.

"Oooh.." He ran his tongue along her pink lips, nipping here and there. Slowly and then faster before slowing his pace again.

"Arghh, Seiji!" She panted and shot him a frustrated glare, squirming her hips in his firm hold. Her shirt slid further down with gravity, exposing the soft planes of her belly and the undercurves of her breasts. She felt his answering chuckle from between her legs. Without a warning, she felt his tongue plunge into her core and her hips bucked.

"Mngh! Sei… Ah-Seiji" His hands snaked down her waist and resumed his torture of her breasts while his tongue worked on her pussy and lips. Pleasure raced across her body. Firm thighs squeezed around him, urging him on and not wanting him to stop. "Ouhh.. so close, almost!" He brought his tongue and circled her clit furiously while she moaned and squirmed. His hands traversed down her torso to the mounds peeking from her shirt. Hikaru was overwhelmed. She felt her muscles contracting, the pressure building and building. He kneaded her C-cups and pinched her nipples and she was at the precipice. She felt him furiously suck her clit and she was almost…

All of a sudden she was back on his lap with his hands on her waist. "Seiji!" She pouted. He raised an eyebrow, suppressed a smile, and declared, "All clean!"

"Seiji!" She wriggled her bottom, seeking the friction she craved.

"What?" He calmly replied.

"Don't make me say it…" Hikaru huffed, turning her head.

"I won't know unless you say it." Her mouth went dry when she felt it-His hard thick length and it was all she could do to not think about impaling herself on his engorged cock and riding it. She knew he wanted it too. He just wanted to hear her beg. But she knew she liked it too, surrendering her body to Ogata. She couldn't take it any longer.

"I want you to fuck me!" She cried looking up into his eyes that darkened with every word, "I want your huge cock to fuck me good and long. Take me, just take me as long as it's your cock that's inside me!"

He had their clothes off and her back on the hardwood floor in record time. He captured her lips. She tasted her tang and a hint of cigarette as their mouths passionately competed for dominance, before he placed a gentle kiss on her mouth. He whispered huskily against her parted and panting lips, "Hikaru, I'm going to fuck you real good."

She whimpered and spread her legs wide. He took his thick cock and rubbed over her leaking hole, coating himself in her juices before pushing in slowly, inch by inch until he disappeared inside her before pulling all the way out and quickly thrusting himself back in to the hilt. "Ah! So good, Seiji.." He grunted, feeling her moist walls constrict around him. "Still so tight, Hikaru." He circled his hips and thrusted in again, grunting at each contraction. She met him hard thrust for thrust. Their breaths panted but their bodies rejoiced, having had danced this dance a thousand times and then some. He brought a leg around and over his shoulder.. "ooh!" She felt all of him twitching within her core as he ploughed into her at this new angle, hitting deliciously deep within her. "Hah-Sei… Seiji" She moaned, her eyes glazed, her breasts bouncing along with their thrusts, and her head lolling. She strained her neck and looked towards where they were joined to find him looking at her with the same focus as when solving a tsumego, sweat sticking strands of his dirty blonde hair to his face. It was all too much—the squelching and wet sound of their fluids and their flesh meeting over and over, the cold stones pressing in her back, his larger, toned body over her petite form, the morning light on his face to reveal his eyes always, always seeing her and making her just FEEL.

"I'm, I'm, Ahhhhhh, Seiji!" Her vision blurred, her back arched, and she exploded, feeling her toes curl as her lover kept thrusting and prodding. The sounds she was making and the way her body swallowed all of him made his loins tighten along with her. She felt so good. Her slick walls pulled him deeper and deeper, begging his member to become a permanent fixture. She felt him twitch and tighten, and, desperate for him to join her, she contracted her inner muscles hard and "Hik-ah!" With a shout he was falling too, bursts of white ropey cum filling her core with warmth, her walls sucking out the last bit of him as they continued shorter thrusts in their aftershocks. They caught their breath with his cock still inside of her, and their laps soaked with their coupled juices.

"Mm, Hikaru." He gathered her in his arms and rolled them over so he was now on top of the Go stones and she above him.

She pressed her cheek against his chest.

They laid there basking in their afterglow, bodies cooling, as they listened to the morning birds.

…

She slapped his chest after some time and glared up at him.

"Consider it pressure practice." He took his hand and laid it on her scalp, playing with her hair.

"I don't know Megane-kun," she teased. "I'm not sure my next match with Waya-kun is going to produce quite the same sexual pressure."

His hand stilled and he looked down his chest to give her an icy look. "It better not. Not with my wife."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so I'm your wife now, huh? Not a brat?"

His eyes melted warmer as they slipped into memory. "You'll always be my brat." He smirked and drew her close in, face hovering over her mouth for another kiss, a sweet one that brought her back to the days they first got together.

After all the years of bickering about Go it wasn't until Koyo Toya died that Ogata realized how much time he had spent looking above him and not beside him. There were only a handful of people, but of those, the brightest was Hikaru, who all of a sudden was a young, beautiful woman with her own professional name and achievements, but still the same Hikaru—the one that would cheekily stand up to him, the one that found fun and life in the little things, the one that saw past the cars, the suits, the glasses and saw him as Seiji Ogata, not just Ogata Judan or Gosei. Their friendship evolved into something more when he finally realized the real Seiji Ogata wouldn't want to exist if there wasn't a Hikaru Shindou to be with and when she realized fighting with him wasn't just fun, but being with him gave her a peace and warmth she hadn't known since that first fan.

He was always there for her. When her grandfather died, he was her shoulder to lean on and awkwardly shared never before heard stories of his own family for her comfort.

When she was having a crisis and spent weeks contemplating between University and seriously continuing her pro career, he took a long look at her with those confident eyes and said, "Why not both? You could do it. You might have to cut the time you play soccer with the kids at the park though."

The morning after she found out Akira had left her behind to find his own Go's worth on an international level, Ogata was there, waiting for her by his car outside her University.

He gave her encouragements that made her feel like she could walk through fire and honest opinions that sometimes had never occurred to her. It was like their styles of Go, drastically different and a fresh breath of air to each other.

Their first kiss happened, unsurprisingly, while they were playing Go. It was after a tiring day of both University classes and a pro match. Sitting there across from him, she realized her exhaustion had faded in the presence of her Megane-kun and in the place of it was an excitement and a fluttering in her stomach. They were just about to start when they both reached for the clock to move it closer. Their hands bumped into each other and their eyes met. A pregnant pause passed as green eyes gazed into brown. "Black goes first," Hikaru murmured, and she closed the distance. The stones never made it out of their bowls.

"Took you long enough," he said after with a smirk, and she giggled because it just didn't look quite the same with swollen lips.

Flash forward past protective fathers and friends, the waves their relationship made in the Go community, titles they picked up along the way, "the Akira incident", meeting Ogata's family, the fight, her graduation and success as an antique fan distributor, and they're married.

He makes her get up two hours earlier every Saturday to play a match with him. An antagonized Hikaru is among his favorites. This particular morning she was so tired from last night he had to carry her to the goban clad only in a shirt of his and panties. He had relented as her pillow when she refused to leave the cocoon of his arms. He never thought early morning games would be so worth it.

But then again, ever since they first met, Hikaru Shindou has always pleasantly surprised him.

Tsumego- a life or death problem (like the one Hikaru and Sai were looking at during Ogata's first encounter)

A/N: My first lemon. Some of the Go terminology may be incorrect. Lemme know if I should correct something. Suggestions for improvement?