Her lips were soft against mine, mischievous blue eyes closed
tightly; blonde hair falling down across her face and masking dark
lashes. I knew this would be a moment forever etched in my memory. I’d
seen this expression on her face before, but never so closely. She
pulled away after a moment, eyes uncharacteristically downcast.
"Doujima?" I breathed softly, not yet daring to move.
"Gomen nasai, Robin-chan." She muttered and started to turn away.
I reached out to place one hand on her shoulder, which then became the
object of Doujima’s intense scrutiny. I started to reach out with my
other hand and then paused. Her eyes shifted to study that hand, which I
then rested lightly on her cheek. She nuzzled it a moment and then
turned her eyes back to my face. The previous momentary shadow had flown
and their normal sparkle had returned. She kissed me again; not once but
several times in rapid succession, almost smothering me with energetic
affection. She wasn’t content with just my lips either but placed soft,
swift kisses all over my face; forehead, eyelids, cheeks and jaw line.
"Doujima," I tried to protest ineffectually, moving my other hand
to rest on her other shoulder but not finding the strength to push her
away.
"Hai, Robin-chan?" She inquired merrily, her line of kisses
dropping from my jaw down to my neck. I stumbled a half-step back to
lean against the bar behind me, hands falling down to rest on the bar
stools to either side of me to keep from falling. She followed quite
contently, hands moving to the bar on either side of my waist and,
consciously or unconsciously, trapping me there. I could feel her lips
– and now liberally applied tongue – work their way lower. She was
obviously just as inexperienced in such things as I, however what she
lacked in skill she more than made up for in zeal. Her fingers were
already going for the bindings of the rather revealing shirt I wore in
the employ of Master and while the command for her to stop rose to my
lips, I just couldn’t say it. She paused in her tongue bath of my
shoulders to finish unbinding my shirt, biting her lower lip in
concentration; an expression I had to admit was more than a little
adorable. She noticed my scrutiny of her face and straightened to
impetusly kiss my lips once more, forcing her tongue between lips
partially open with surprise. My shirt now nothing more than a pile of
discarded cloth on the ground, Doujima wasted no time in running eager
hands over my bare upper body. Between fingertips that raced like
liquid fire over my skin and the fiercely enthusiastic tongue roving
around my mouth, I couldn’t contain the moan that rose from some
secret place locked deep within my chest. My eyes fell half closed
and I could feel fire burning within me. I felt as much as heard her
delighted giggle against my lips at my moan, shuddering slightly as
her impatient hands found and wandered over my breasts.
Pulling away from the kiss, her face was set with its normal
mischievous grin as she began chanting my name as if it were some kind
of childhood rhyme. "Ro-bin-chan~ Ro-bin-chan~ Ro-bin-chan~" Her little
self-made verse dissolved into a giggling fit that had me laughing
quietly despite myself.
"Doujima," I just had to say her name in return, the single
fond word catching her attention and earning me a flash of her wide
smile. Deciding that she shouldn’t have to do all the work, I brought
both of my hands up from where they rested on the stools at my side and
captured each side of her face in one hand before closing my eyes and
kissing her in reply. She made a soft, surprised noise against my lips
and I saw fire flash behind my eyelids. When I pulled away from the
kiss her face was blurry and indistinct, though I thought her lips were
set in a round "O" of surprise. I could feel the warmth of fire around
my shoulders and knew instinctively that I’d surrounded the two of us
in a wreath of flame that rose above us and twisted in time with the
fire building inside of me. Not wanting to accidentally burn down
Master’s establishment I forced the fire to die away, though Doujima
still looked impressed by the momentary feat.
Taking my hands in hers, she playfully commanded me to let her
take care of me. When I tried to protest she silenced me with a mock
stern look and a finger on my lips. After a moment I nodded and she
briefly replaced her finger with her lips before disappearing abruptly.
I blinked in surprised and looked down to see her kneeling before me,
hands busy with the buttons on my pants. I cried out her name in
surprise but she merely gave me an annoyed look, finished unbutton my
pants and pulled them down without preamble. I leaned back against the
bar when she spoke my name again and began nuzzling my stomach, my
knuckles going white from gripping the wooden countertop so tightly.
She then began to flick her tongue out, as if to taste skin seemingly
at random. Just below my navel, just above each knee, where leg and hip
met on both sides. Then in an ever tightening circle along those five
points that had me shuddering with the power of that growing inner
flame. After completing her circle the final time, she wasted no time
diving in among lower folds; seeking out and finding my clitoris to
shower it with the same fervent attention of her tongue. I was panting
now, head twisted to one side and my hips shifting restlessly despite
my best intention.
The sudden invasion of two fingers inside of me caught me off
guard and I cried out in surprise. She giggled again at my reaction and,
face pressed so close against skin I could feel the vibrations of the
sound as well. It took her only another moment’s diligent effort to
bring me to the edge and over; fire springing to life almost of its own
will and dancing about in time with the black spots in my vision, only
to fade away with them. Breathless and inexplicably weak, I clung to
the counter for support as Doujima rose to her feet with a triumphant
grin and kissed my again. Her lips and tongue had a peculiar taste I
couldn’t place at first. It was only after she pulled away that I
realized what it was, facing growing a bit hot when I realized it was
the taste of, well. Me. I reached out and pulled her close to taste
that flavor again but she pushed me away with a teasing rebuke and
started to walk away.
"Doujima!" I called after her, wanting her to come back.
However she simply blew me a kiss and winked before throwing a flippant
good-bye over her shoulder and leaving the restaurant. I simply stood
there a moment before I had the presence of mind to recover my clothing
and wits for the trip home.
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