I am not dead! This chapter was simply a hard hump for me to get over…no pun intended of course. It took me months to write the first four pages and I have agonized over this like there is no tomorrow. But overall once more, I am thrilled with the result.

Disclaimer: Though I cry about it sometimes, I do not own Harvest Moon. That is all Natsume.

What Happens

Chapter 2

Her mouth was on him. She couldn't believe her mouth was on him. She has barely done this with Tony and she had been with him for three years. However, this complete stranger had already coaxed her with an infuriating ease to the couch and down on her knees.

She was embarrassed far more than she had ever been, fumbling with his belt and the zipper of his dark pants as he had just sat there with his arms stretched across the back of the couch and watched her with dark eyes.

It had almost been unnerving.

And now his head was reclined back, deep violet eyes sealed shut in complete satisfaction. His hand was cupped gingerly around her head, fingers entwining with her short cinnamon locks of hair and tugging only in the slightest.

To her right now, there was never a more beautiful sight. And the sounds that left his slightly parted lips, the gasps and groans… She had never wanted anything more.

Of course that could just be the alcohol talking…

Regardless this was the rawest form of lust she had ever felt.

Ever.

In her entire life.

She wanted, no she needed.

Tongue swirling as best as it could in her clumsy haze, teeth lightly scraping, and mouth sucking brought out a loud guttural groan from the man that made warmth spread through Akari like a wildfire. It spurred her on to suck harder.

A small, needy moan of her own escaped her throat timidly, causing him to jerk forward slightly as it vibrated around him. "Fuck!" She heard him groan out a swear through gritted teeth.

So intent on bringing this man pleasure, so deeply involved with what she was doing, and so drunk she had forgotten that the two of them weren't alone. She had forgotten only up until the moment when she heard the rustling of clothes and felt a second hand in her hair, running through it before a thumb lightly smoothed down the shell of her ear.

Her eyes, half lidded turned to look at the blond who had pulled his own hardened length from his pants and was now stroking it with one hand while the other danced across her skin in a pleasurable, tingling sort of way. He stroked his fingers down her shoulder at a speed that completely opposed the hand he was stroking himself with. The tantalizingly slow motion continued down her arm, over her elbow and to her wrist, causing her to shiver…

Then his hand was on hers, pulling it gently from the couch that she had been gripping and replacing his own pumping hand with it. The feel of his hardened length under her hand had caused another small moan of approval to leave her lips causing the seated man to grip her hair tighter.

Hesitating for only a moment, she began to stroke over him in a slow pace as her mouth continued to plunder the man before her. The blond's other hand came down to rub soothingly over the back of her neck as if he was trying to rub out the tension received from giving oral.

She peaked an eye up and found herself as equally captivated by the blond. His eyes were closed and his forehead creased in deep concentration as he tried to sooth her aches. He looked less tense then earlier, more eager and willing for this silent agreement that the three had to continue. His apprehension had all but vanished.

A soft sigh escaped her as she reclined into the massaging hand and allowed her tongue to roll over the swollen tip of the other's hard erection.

She wasn't sure how long she had been stroking and sucking and fondling. Her pace had changed from tantalizingly slow to eager and quick many teasing times. She hummed, she licked, massaged, rubbed, moaned and it was driving her near insane.

Everything was still fuzzy.

Akari's head was spinning.

It was all happening almost in slow motion.

Then the hand gripping her hair tightened and she was yanked from the erection that she had not only been happily sucking at, but greedily. Wide brown eyes met hungry violet. They said everything and nothing.

I want you.

Let me have you.

Now.

And then she lost her grip on the other man as she was yanked forward hard and against his hot body, chest bumping chest, noses brushing, sexes grinding.

Warm breath mingled as her wide eyes stared in shock into his darkened pair. She was stunned, too stunned to move or struggle. Hell, she didn't even want to struggle. Her own need was building by the second, pooling inside of her and lighting a new kind of spark in her.

Something wonderful. Something unfamiliar and unpolished. All she knew was that she needed this.

She wanted to be taken. And now.

Her hands were bracing his shoulders and she shuddered, suppressing a moan as he reached a hand forward and flicked a finger over a dusty pink nipple. His movements were slow and deliberate and she knew his plan was to drive her to the brink of insanity and back.

His other hand slid over the skin of her neck, ghosting to her shoulder which he gripped before he pulled her closer and closed that almost invisible gap between them.

The first time that he had kissed her it had shocked her. The first time he had kissed her had melted her to her core, but this kiss…this kiss down right burned her inside and out. It was hot with lips, tongue, and teeth that were pressing and scraping and burning her alive.

The first time he had kissed her she had been too stunned to even respond before the warmth of his lips were leaving hers. This time she damn well was a willing and active participant. All caution and doubt thrown completely out the window the moment those sinful lips were on hers at the bar. Nerves though, still simmered low in the pit of her stomach.

His hands were on her, touching her everywhere and leaving her skin hot and tingling delightfully in their wake. She didn't even know when his hand had left her shoulder to graze through the valley of her breasts and down her flat stomach but the delightful feeling that it sent through her made her not really want to care.

The other hand was now snaked in her hair, cupping her head and holding her to him. His fingers were lightly scraping over her scalp and she gasped into the kiss which only resulted in the man kissing her harder, hotter. His tongue was exploring parts of her mouth she wasn't even sure had been discovered before.

His hand was now grazing her waist, her thigh, trailing around to grip her ass.

And it felt so damn good. She squirmed slightly at the sensations so desperately oversensitive to her body, so used to being untouched.

And then he was pulling her up so she was kneeling over him, his lips leaving her swollen pink pair to continue down her chin- her jawline- her neck sucking and nipping and leaving little love marks as he went along.

And the noises he was making. The groaning and the growling and the…

Oh God…

She was losing her mind, if it wasn't already lost.

This was an onslaught. This was heaven. This was sin.

This was madness.

And then he was pressing her down and she felt his head grinding against her sensitive center for only a mere second before he was encased by her. It was slow, it was deep, it was good. Her slickness made the impalement feel all the more exquisite.

Her eyes were closed and her head tossed back, fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders as he pulled her back up over him before slamming her back down onto him completely sheathed himself inside of her. He met her with a hard thrust, hips arching up and fingers digging into her thighs and a soft cry of pleasure escaped her parted lips.

His head dipped forward as he began at a slow and steady pace, mouth hovering inches over the sweet skin of her neck, taunting.

She grit her teeth together as his hands smoothed down the contour of her waist and to her thighs, lips now grazing her skin. His hips were rolling against hers in such a wonderful way she couldn't remember the last time something had felt so amazing, made her body feeling so unexpectedly heated.

That was until he released a hand from the hold of her thigh and she felt him make a motion with it. Through her dazed and lust blurred eyes she could see his violet orbs and they looked so full of lust and need, his brows though were raised in a slight inquisitive way.

And then she felt a weight on the couch next to her and the peach haired man's hand was back on her thighs and his fingertips were running down her legs slowly until he reached her knee caps before circling to trail back up to her hips sinuously slow. The movements of his hands reflecting the exact opposite of the arching of his hips which was picking up to a harsh pace.

There were hands in her hair and she gasp out as her head was turned back to the blond and away from the other. He stared at her only for a moment before his hands were sliding down her face in a gentle caress and he was cupping her jaw and pulling her towards him.

She couldn't look away from his alluring azure eyes that grew nearer with each painstakingly passing second…

Her lust filled brain was having trouble processing the deliberately slow movements.

What in the hell was he do-

Until his lips met hers.

Oh…

It felt nothing like his friend's kiss. It lacked the feral, selfish need. This kiss was softer and lighter, almost a ghost of a kiss as he brushed his lips to hers. It was almost like he was asking her for permission through the kiss, like he wanted her acceptance.

She would not let him pull away so easily. Her tongue darted out and ran over his bottom lip before she bit down on it lightly and he groaned in approval, catching her lips harder with his own.

A sudden mouth clamped itself around her breast, tongue flicking over her nipple and she was impaled with one single harsh stroke that made her gasp into the blond's glorious mouth and arch her breasts forward subconsciously giving the peach haired man more leverage to her pale skin.

The blond took that moment to coax her tongue into his mouth before he sucked on it lightly and flicked at it. And then his tongue was in her mouth. And he was thoroughly exploring the caverns like it was something completely foreign, completely new. A soft moan rumbled low in her throat and he hands fisted tighter in the others hair, causing the peach haired man to flinch as the blond's tongue swiped a sensitive spot on the roof of her mouth.

The kiss had turned from soft and uncertain to downright ravenous as hands explored her backside and gripped her ass firmly, lifting her and pushing her down onto the length that felt so wonderful pressed into her.

There were so many sensations that she could barely keep up. Hands were everywhere, mouths, and teeth. She shivered involuntarily and her swollen lips tingled as the blond pulled from the entirely too enticing kiss and slid his hand around her neck, holding her there for a moment before pulling her head down and pushing himself him so she would meet his own hardened erection.

She accepted it greedily, taking it into her mouth and beginning to give him the same treatment she had the other such a short time ago.

Akari was panting sooner then she knew, her cheeks felt flushed, and her heart was pounding at a rate she didn't even know existed. Her insides were lit with a fire that was coursing through her veins. The heat was pooling down at her center and the feeling was growing more and more intense with each long stroke. A hand went down to her sensitive nub, causing her to gasp and all the pressure that had been collecting slowly to build at an alarming rate. Before she knew it, between all the sensations, she was sent moaning and crashing into a sated heavenly bliss of an intense orgasm and she had to throw her arms out on the couch before her to prevent herself from collapsing onto the man seated before her.

The action had caused her to rip herself free of the blond's erection once more and now her half lidded, blissfully content eyes were staring into heated violet eyes that were far too close to her own. He had stopped the harsh pounding and his rolling hips had slowed to a stop. His erection was still throbbing and pulsing in her entirely too sensitive insides and the feeling caused her to shiver once more.

Before she could pick up what he was doing, his hands were on her upper arms and he was lifting her slowly from him and pushing her limp, trembling form into the blond. He said no words but the quirk of his eyebrow and upturn of his lips said it all.

Of course he was going to share.

The blond stared at him for a moment, seeming somewhat apprehensive before she rested her shaky hands on the couch before her and managed to support herself despite her apparent momentary exhaustion.

She wasn't even sure if she was still drunk anymore or if she was running off of pure adrenaline and a heated need she had never felt before.

But that uncertainty didn't stop her from placing a hot open mouthed kiss on his neck. This one seemed to need a little bit of persuasion from her. At this particular moment, she was out of her normal shell, she was more than willing.

Her lips slowly moved up his neck, nibbling and lightly sucking as she went along and she could feel as well as hear the low feral growl that escaped his throat.

She wanted another kiss, like the one he had given her earlier. It had warmed her entire body in a completely unexpected and not at all unpleasant way.

And he seemed so unsure of himself. And well, that would have to change.

Starting now.

She ran her tongue up from his neck to his jaw line where she placed a solid, hard nip before soothing the bite with her tongue. Her hands went down the expanse of his chest and glided softly over his thighs until they slid down over the couch and to his hands that were gripping the material as if his life depended on it.

Slowly, ever so slowly she pried his hands from their deathly grip and brought them to her chest. Her own hands pressing his flat against her chest and she could feel his thumbs pressing into her collar bone. She could feel the fast pace of his pulse through her fingers on his wrists. She could feel her own pulse through his hand over her heart.

Then Akari was pushing his hands down to cover her breasts, closing her small hands around his large ones so that he was cupping them.

His eyes flashed up to her, but no words were exchanged and she could see the heat in his gaze, the curiosity, the questioning. She managed through the thick haze of her lusty haze to give him soft and securing smile and that was all that he had needed apparently because next thing she knew his head arched up and he was taking her mouth with his.

And it was another one of those thorough, soft kisses that she welcomed fully. Her hands left his and trailed up to wrap around his neck as her tongue slid across his bottom lip, begging him for more. She gripped his hair tightly in between her fingers when he opened his mouth and nipped lightly at her invading tongue.

Oh yes, he was good at this.

Selfishly, so damn selfishly she wanted more.

She was pushing him back ever so lightly with her body, reclining him to sit against the couch as his friend had before him. Her own body followed his movements as she kneeled forward over him and settled herself into his lap.

His hands were massaging in gentle patterns over her breasts, thumbs flicking over the sensitive nipples and he slipped his own tongue back into her mouth to duel hers. It wasn't a vicious onslaught like it had been with the other man. It was more like a dance, a coupling, a meeting where he gave as much as he took.

Akari was falling into a deeper haze as one hand left a breast and his fingertips slowly glided over her skin, downwards, his movements ever so slow, torturously. His fingers brushed over the swollen pink nub just above her wet and willing folds and she gasped into the mouth, her body arching against him.

He hummed contently in reply before pulling away from the kiss, his eyes the same amount of dark as they were curious. If he was uncertain of his skill, or unknowledgeable on this particular subject he was certainly learning…and fast.

His head dropped and teeth were now scraping against her neck. She lolled her head almost in a boneless way to the side to allow him to continue the gentle ministrations on her skin. She shifted closer and she felt his hands brush against his chest, but that wasn't the only thing. She felt his erection slide teasingly along her folds and she had to suppress a throaty wanton moan as her entire body shivered and goose bumps flecked her skin.

Teeth gritting, she pulled herself from his embrace, the confusion in his eyes not going unnoticed before she turned around, placing her hands on his knees to keep her balance as her back faced his chest. His hands went to her waist, supporting her as she positioned herself over him. She could feel the head of his dick pressing against her and she was losing her will power to simply just fall onto him in one hard drive.

But she still had just enough…

She sunk down onto him, deliberately slow as she felt her back rub against the smooth expanse of his chest. And once he had completely and thoroughly invaded her, she could feel something delightful and wet on a sensitive spot behind her ear.

Tongue.

A satisfied, haughty moan ripped violently from her throat and she lifted herself over him and pressed back down before picking up her own smooth and even pace. Even in the darkness of the room, the moonlight being any sort of source of light, when her eyes met a pair of dark violet that were hot and needy for her and her alone. She knew that no matter how she felt in the morning…in the long run she would not regret this night.

She closed her eyes, teeth gritting as the hands on her waist tightened and her thrusts were met with an equal amount of smoothness. Her nails dug lightly into the flesh of his knees and he made a curious sound, somewhere between a gasp and a groan.

Before she even had a chance to notice the feel of the cushion next to them sinking in there was once more a hand entwining in her hair and her head was pulled back. The peach haired man was on the couch, standing over her, eyes piercing hers with that same burning need.

He stroked a rough finger down her cheek and took her jaw in his hand. His other hand was pumping slowly over his length and he stepped closer to her before lifting his right leg and placing his foot on the top of the couch. She knew what he wanted without him even having to say a word, just as she took him back into her willing mouth.

There was a nip at her earlobe and her moan vibrated around the peach haired man's length, causing his hand to clench harder in her hair to the point where it stung. She ignored the feeling and continued to run her tongue under the sensitive flesh of his dick. Her fingers went to cup his balls and she heard him suck in a deep breath. Her eyes rolled up to find his own were closed in pleasure, his eyebrows knit together, and a slight sheet of glittering sweat was now visible on his face.

The fact that she was able to pleasure a man who obviously had experience in such a way filled her with a strange sense of pride and it warmed her in a new sort of way down to her very core. A new liquid adrenaline pumped free through her veins and she brought her free hand up to pump mercilessly at the base of him that she couldn't fit in her mouth.

He hissed, his body jerking forward somewhat and his eyes snapping open to stare down at her with a mixture of surprise and intense need. That look in her face fueled the fire all the more and it caused her to suck harder, to roll her hips faster.

A deep growl left his throat and his hand in her hair wrapped around to cup her neck viciously, and that was when it happened. He met her mouth with his own thrusts a few desperate times before spilling his contents into her mouth. Not really feeling like she was given much of a choice, she swallowed the warm salty stuff down.

Licking her lips teasingly, she stared up into the man's half lidded eyes. He looked exhausted but they still held that deep fire in them that made her shiver down to her very bone, and he fixed her with a very hot look that made her want.

Suddenly, she was pulled onto her side and the blond was pressing into her hard. A hand was wrapped around her waist, palm gently pressed into her stomach and long fingers splayed across her skin, fingertip dipping into her belly button only for a second, causing her to squirm at the feeling.

There was a mouth once more latched to her breast and she didn't have to look to know the source of the man kneeling over her and the feeling sent an electric jolt over her body. Her fingers delved into the wild hair of the man and her teeth gritted, eyes sealing tightly shut.

The blond's movements lost the fluid grace like motion and were becoming clumsy and desperate and then the other man's fingers went back down to the sensitive area just above her sex and he rubbed at it furiously as she sensed that this was coming to an end far sooner then she had expected.

She gasped as he raked a sensitive spot on her insides and that movement, that small movement was all it took for her to come crashing down on the waves of euphoria. It was intense, and left her body quivering and tingling. And surprisingly she felt whole, she felt wonderful and warm.

And then he was gone, she felt empty and she heard a strangled gasp as he came into his own hand, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were sated and half lidded. He looked content and for some reason, she was glad.

Exhaustion was slowly seeping in and keeping her eyes focused was growing more difficult. With much effort, she let out a yawn before letting her head fall onto the couch beneath her and her eyes began to close in her own contentment. She alone had one thought before she allowed the heavy weight of sleep succumb over her.

No, she would certainly not regret this night.

She had woken up the next morning, in a large silken bed, an arm loosely draped over her waist and the slight pressure of fingers pressing into her skin. For a moment, she thought about struggling, she thought about escaping this bed that was clearly not her own and she thought about escaping.

But then it all came back to her in a blinding flash.

Laid off.

Bar.

Drinking.

Hot men.

Threesome…

Omigawd…

She nearly buried her face underneath the silky comforter and peeked around. The couch had been taken over by the peach haired man who looking rather peaceful and more…childlike in his sleep then she remembered him looking the night before.

So that must mean…

Her eyes shifted to the man next to her and she found that she couldn't stop her eyes from softening at the look on his sleeping face as he held her loosely. His blond hair curtained around the frame of his face in a messy attractive sort of way and his lips were pressed together in a thin line.

Regardless, she had to get out of here before either of them woke up. She needed to get home, she needed to start packing, she needed to escape. And fast.

Shit shit!

She didn't even know their names. How sleazy could she get?

Lightly, she removed his hand from over her and when he stirred she was more than certain she had woken the blond up. He merely just pulled his hand back towards himself and wrapped both arms around the pillow under his head and squeezed it.

"Like hell I wouldn't regret last night…" She growled lowly to herself as she thrust her black pumps back on that had been placed by the door at one point after she had passed out on the couch.

Now she would have to do the walk of shame back to her apartment, still in that little black dress she had had from the night before. For a split second, she considered taking the peach haired man's black button up but she knew that would only raise more questions than she was willing to answer any of her friends.

Oh she could see it now; Chelsea was not going to let it go…

She would have a field day…

She was doomed.

Finally I have managed to complete this insane act of well…insanity on my part. What a damn headache this was. This chapter was especially hard because I, for obvious reasons had to be vague and could not have there be any real emotions involved. It was more based off feelings and cardinal urges then emotions. I had a little trouble with Gilly at first but I think he came out just like I wanted him too. Hope you enjoyed.

Reviews do create creativity you know.