I'm back...sort of!

The young detective was frustrated, almost to a degree of confusion.

It seemed to be such an off-hand facet, thinking about her little…thoughts. They'd been dating for well over year or two now, and all was well and dandy, but…something was bothering her. There were these thoughts that flashed by every now and then, things she thought about when she saw couples that were more…open with their affections. These thoughts eventually led on, turning more and more heated until she was forced to take a break from work to splash her face and calm down. Finally, it occurred to her.

She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to be close. She…just wanted him.

She was jealous, as ridiculous as it sounded. Jealous of those that callously showed off in plain view. But…whatever they had, she wanted more. There came times when her mind got the better of her, and fantasies of Souji having his way with her flooded her imagination from time to time. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, simple things like his hand stroking her bare leg, his touch caressing her body, and…

…Nonetheless, these little flashes came, sometime at the worst moments, and there were nights where she wouldn't be able to rest easily unless she gingerly reached down into her pajama pants and…acted out exactly what she wanted.

First, a light stroke…her pants were still on.

He was kissing her, maybe unbuttoning her shirt if he was particularly feisty that time- She stopped. What's wrong with me? Doing such perverted things…like…this…

Another stroke. She was getting wet.

She could almost feel her tongue being played with, their bodies pressing close, with subtle, naughty grinds against certain places. Then she'd reach down and caress the protrusion in his pants before he stopped her after a few seconds off letting her touch what she wanted.

Reluctantly, she slid her pants down, just a bit, such that her frustration was free to touch. Closing her eyes, she carefully touched her now-exposed slit, gasping softly as she felt her own flesh. It was hot. She was bothered.

By now, clothes was coming off, and belts were a thing of the past. She would keep her shirt on, still a little embarrassed about it, but his only thought would be that it was sexier that way. Buttons didn't count though, and those were undone very quickly. He was pinning her to the bed, gentle in that she could move comfortably, but unyielding as he asserted his dominance making love to her mouth and teasing her, all over. She didn't mind. There was a sort of pleasure that came with letting him do that to her, anyway.

"Ah…no…t-that tickles…"

His tongue had finally released her, but she had no rest to rely on as his mouth trailed lower, lapping at her skin and leaving a calling card with soft little bites here and there. Just like she wanted, she could feel her skin warming up as a gentle hand stroked her thigh, sliding down and in to poke teasingly against her-

Her eyes snapped open, and she bit her lip as she made a little noise to express her desire for her fantasy to become a reality. She was soaked down there now, and a finger was rubbing slick against her, the only obstacle being whether or not to begin. Galvanizing her resolve, she moaned as her finger slid in, marveling at the feel of something being inside her.

"More…"

She wasn't accustomed to him fingering her, still getting lost in her own world when he put in more than one. One was good. Two was great. Three…on the stairway to heaven, if you threw in the way he would touch her breasts. His tongue would suck and lap, pleasing her nipples in ways she couldn't dream of. But there was no way she could ignore what he was doing down there, massaging and thrusting in a building pace.

By now, she was gone, fingering herself with careful movements, as her free hand slipped under her shirt to massage a breast, thumbing her bud as she moaned, a little louder than she wanted to.

"Mm…you're hard…"

He was looming over her now, hair disheveled and a fire in his eyes. He was pressing himself against her, bulge pressing against her entrance insistently while he claimed her mouth with an almost primal hunger. Now she took control, pushing him onto his back and straddling him as she pulled his underwear down and took hold of his arousal. His eyes would narrow, as if daring her to show him who's the boss, and she would gladly comply, fitting him to her entrance while she would tease his face with her tongue, licking and kissing his cheek fondly. Did he forget to shave? She didn't mind, once again. He looked kind of cute with a little bit of stubble.

…Good for post-coital snuggling, too.

She was getting close, speeding up, fingering rougher, panting in her fervor and wanting nothing more than that peak she was gradually getting to.

"So hard…"

She would start off, pressing close as she ground her hips on him, relishing the feeling of him inside after such drawn-out foreplay. Leaning back, she would give him a clearer view of their union, not caring that her hair was mussed or that her breasts were free to view. Only for him, as always.

A long mewl escaped her lips as she bucked her hips against her fingers. The world was being sucked away, leaving her with a view of what she wanted.

"Faster…yes…!"

Somehow, the situation changed, and now she was the one on the bottom, bent over and taken rough from behind as she tried to stop her arms from buckling. The weak attempt failed, and she had collapsed onto the bed (or the futon…), feminine moans filling the air as she lay flat and felt his length being buried inside, ravishing every inch of ground that she gave.

The air was getting hotter, the breaths were getting heavier, and the end was on the way.

"I'm…I'm about to-"

He wasn't holding back now, holding her flush against him as he pressed his face to her chest, gazing at her through the valley of her breasts. Finally, he would growl, stiffen up a bit, and the most wonderful, hot feeling would fill her body, and she would moan in ecstasy one last time before leaning forward and kissing him, bathing in the heat and the scent of their lovemaking.

Exhaling deeply, Naoto withdrew her hand raising it up to stare at it with a heavy blush. Her mind got the better of her once again.

The next morning, she was slumped over the table, steaming cup of coffee close by. "Didn't sleep well?"

Looking up at her guest, she blushed. Souji was watching her intently, studying her face for any signs of stress. Making a small squeaking noise, she buried her face back in her arms, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. "Something wrong?"

"…Yes…"

"You can tell me."

"I don't think I can."

"C'mon…try me."

Looking him dead in the eye, she sat up and started slow. "I…envisioned, you could say…I imagined us…um…having sex."

There'll be a second chapter. It's her first time, after all.