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I creep out of the drained Geyser to an early morning sky. Red and blue and purple clash amongst the clouds as the green mountain serves as both a backdrop and foreground. I think something silly, like the clashing colors represent my feelings, but I put those sort of thoughts out of my mind.
I hold a basket close to my chest, careful not to expose it to the winds or a sudden fall. Although it’s early morning, I can see a lantern already hung at the front of the shrine building that serves as her home. She’s up, even this early.
Diligent Reimu.
Gentle Reimu.
Calm Reimu.
Dear Reimu.
I find myself standing there, in front of her door, reciting all the positive qualities of her. Caring, gentle, nice, polite, easygoing, beautiful, fit-
The door opens. She seems as surprised as I am. I hope she’s not mad, I won’t let her be mad!
“I got you this thing and this other thing and these bandages because I was worried about your finger and I made you mad and I’m sorry and- eep!”
I get so excited trying to push the basket into her chest that I basically throw it at her and let it go. It spills all over the floor, all my careful preparation going to waste. I shriek and bend down to put it back together before she touches me shoulder.
“No. I was wrong, actually.”
She brings me up, hugging me. I’m so confused I almost forget to return it until she’s letting go of me, but then I grab her and hug her as tight as I can. I hold on to her even as she brings a hand up and runs it through my hair. We stay like that for what it seems like an entire minute before I let go. I look away, she looks down, and squats to pick things up. I can’t let her do that by herself, so I too squat down, only for her to glance at me, perhaps a little too low. She looks back just as quick, though, and it seems she’s a bit happy with herself.
We put the things back in the basket, but a jar is broken, bits are scattered apart, and the whole thing is a mess. Reimu doesn’t seem to mind, holding it close to her chest.
“Would you like to come inside, Orin? I have a bit of breakfast that I didn’t finish, and it seems you could use it.”
I can feel my ears perk up without even trying to. I hurriedly put my hands onto my hand to pat them back down and nod, accepting her offer. She twirls out of the way, putting the basket aside, clearly more interested in me. It’s a little exciting, but at the same time I don’t understand her. I catch her eyes staring at my rear as I prepare to sit, and it’s a bit nerve-wracking to sit there as she watches me eat. We stare at each other across the room as I slowly munch on the rice crackers she has left. The tension is nearly unbearable. I want to tell her how I feel, but it seems she’s already judging me. She’s playing it aloof, and I don’t know what she wants. I don’t even know if she’s interested in me like that. I don’t-
Reimu crosses the room in two stops and bends down, putting her face right in front of mine. I blink, and she smiles.
“You’ve got something on your face.”
I freeze up, just sitting there perfectly still as she brings a finger to my lip. She brushes over it, seemingly purposefully slowly, and again. She seems to let it linger for a second before bringing it down my chin.
“I got it.”
She gives such a smile that can’t help but smile back. And I find it incredibly stupid that I’m smiling at her after she had to wipe off my lip for me because I was too occupied thinking about her. I can feel the smile fall off my face as I hang my head in my own shame.
“I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“It’s just I…!”
My feelings pile up in my chest, and I consider saying everything at once before I bit my tongue. Just as quickly, my shoulders sag back down, even lower than before.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?”
My tail swishes across the floor as she leans in close to the side of my face, whispering.
“A smart cat would take my offer.”
She brings her arms around me, under my own. I am half-carried and half-stand over to her sleeping bag. She sets me down on my side, again putting her hand through my hair as I lay there, heart starting to race. She continues playing with my hair as she whispers into my ear.
“I didn’t mean to yell at you, and especially not to hit you, Orin.”
I can feel her hand finish playing with my hair, rubbing my shoulder and brushing down my arm. I lay there, unwilling to resist, unwilling to move, lest I ruin the moment. She presses up against my back, cooing.
“Please, if you feel the same way I do, let me do this for you.”
The hair on the beck of my neck stands up as she leans in, bring her hand over me to my breasts. An entire day’s stress melts away as she plays with my breasts, and I can’t help but give out an audible sigh as she squeezes one of them. I stretch as she brings her other arm underneath me, gently playing with my breasts and alternating between squeezing them and playing with my nipples.
I allow myself one last wave of pleasure as she gently massages them, and then carefully grab her hands and roll over. This time, I don’t allow her to resist. I put my hand to her cheek and bring her face towards mine before kissing my love. She doesn’t pull back, allowing me to take the reins. I gently roll my dear over, sitting over her. We stop for a moment as both of us catch our breath and I look into her bright, brown eyes. Her face makes me want to just bend down and nuzzle against her neck, but there’ll be time for that later.
I gently tug at her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. I let out a small gasp as I see her bare skin underneath, the perfectly rounded breasts topped with small pink nipples. I quickly give her the same treatment she gave me, stopping only to bend down and kiss at her lips before moving to nibble on her ear. I relish her wondrous breasts as I focus on making her moan, little fidgeting of her body as she moves in pleasure telling me how well I am doing. I’m so focused on playing with her breasts that I gasp in shock as I feel two of her fingers inside my panties. She grazes my opening, and we quickly establish a rhythm. I buck my hips as she inserts a finger, and she hurries the pace every time I flick her nipple. We rock back and forth for a minute before I cry out loudly and my panties are soaked through. I collapse onto Reimu’s chest, breathing heavily.
She gently lets herself out from under me before rolling me onto my back. She gives a mischievous smile and a press upon my lips before bringing her face down to my waist. I give a gasp of shock and grab at my face as her tongue roughly plays with my snatch. I enjoy it for a few minutes, shrieking as she peaks pleasure in me, before she finishes. She looks up at me with that same devious smile before wiping her lips and pulling my panties down, off my legs. She seems to look me over for a second, embarrassing as it is. My legs wide open, but she seems to thoroughly enjoy it. I close my legs and lean forward to hold her and reciprocate, but she pushes me off.
“Let’s try something else.”
She softly whispers into my ear. She stands up and takes off her lower garment, then her bloomers and stands before me naked. I stutter, trying to think of something to say before simply reaching behind my back and undoing the tie on my dress. She leans in to me, grabbing the dress and slowly pulling it off my body. I squirm at the sight of her lusting eyes, but it just seems to further excite her as she slows my undressing even more. With my dress off, she looks expectantly at my bra and raises an eyebrow. I stand and slowly undo it for her as she watches with an increasingly interested look. I drop it beside me and we both stand there, naked. I had glimpsed the tone of her body before, but all I could think now is how lovely she looked.
She takes my hand, and I take her hand, and we lay back down on the floor. She takes the lead, and runs her hand along my thigh before coming to rest near the ankle, where she lifts one leg of mine slightly. She scoots herself in under this, bringing her other leg over mine. I can feel the warmth of her snatch against mine, gently brushing against each other as we just try to position. With a set of panting, we’re ready, but she grabs my arm and brings me closer for a second to stare into my eyes. I stare back, entranced as she strokes my cheek.
“I love you.”
I don’t know which one of us says it first, but we both say it. I feel embarrassed for a moment before she brings me in for a kiss, and then lets me go back to a resting position and takes the lead. I cry out in pleasure as she grinds against me, evidentially enjoying it just as much with her cries of ecstasy. She expertly rides the waves of pleasure, pausing for just a moment of a second to let me catch up, and then back to grinding me. Holding my leg in her hands, she increases the pace, crying louder and louder as I approach climax.
We both reach it together, our moans joining as we soak the floor. I collapse, exhausted, and my love crawls up to meet me. She presses her breasts against my back, cooing softly in my ear as she strokes my hair. I sit there for a moment, taking in her, and now our, wonderful smell, before turning over and pressing my chest against hers.
I could lay here forever.
