A/N: Warning! This chapter is CHOCK full of tangy lemons. If you didn't notice, the rating for this story changed for that exact reason. Oh, my! Enjoy.

I Want To Be The One

"Holy shit..." I muttered grumpily to myself in pain, as I sat on the ground slowly reaching for my toes.

My back, the muscles in between my shoulder blades, screamed in pain as I stretched my body forward to warm up the muscles in my calves before I went for my mid-morning run. My whole body ached from training yesterday and I could feel every sore pull and some pops in my body when I carefully and deliberately took time to stretch every part of me. I hoped that warming up my muscles would help increase the blood flow I needed and working out the lactic acid in my muscles by self-massaging my arms and legs would minimize the pain I felt. Lately, I had recently started increasing my mileage since I've noticed myself lacking endurance during my combat training. More so than usual, which I blame for slacking off and taking part more in the luxuries of life. Being happy can easily make you forget your priorities.

I was determined to increase my stamina so I could easily keep up with Eva's new rigorous training curriculum. Whom, might I add, was starting to become an absolutely ludicrous teacher.
I sometimes felt she was secretly, really, just throwing in ridiculous training standards for her own sadomasochistic pleasure.

I exhaled deeply through my teeth as I pulled myself back up to start rotating my shoulders in an effort to alleviate the pain. I winced when I felt my shoulder pop, and decided to try a different method. I stretched an arm across my body, feeling momentary relief from the trapezius muscle in my back that ached the most. I held my arm for about thirty seconds and then switched.

When I was right around up to counting to thirteen in my head pulling my left arm across my chest, I noticed the lock on the dorm door turn vertical, unlocked, and the door open to reveal none other than Konoka.

"Good morning to you!" Konoka brightly greeted, walking in to hang her large brown purse on the wall hanger.

"You're up and about early on a Saturday.." I smiled watching her happily hum to herself"…how odd", I noted.

"I know right? Too early for me when it's the weekend!" Konoka commented back from the door.

I, involuntarily lifting my nose in the air, could smell the perfume Konoka wore all the way from the living room I stretched in. I loved the sweet, sugar vanilla, aroma she wore. She knew I did too. Konoka walked towards me with a gleeful smile on her face, all dressed up wearing her long sleeve navy and white skin tight dress that worked god-like wonders on her curvaceous body. She wore tan heels that went well with her skin tone, since she always seemed a bit darker in the months of the summer season. Her hair was at the moment tied by a white ribbon in a low ponytail that she started to untie with two fingers as she approached me so her chocolate brown hair could cascade freely behind her back and shoulders.
"You look very nice." I complimented that was immediately returned with a wink from Konoka. I watched Konoka stretch her arms high above her before she got down on her knees to start crawling towards me on the floor while she was still in her heels.

God, was she an alluring sight.

" Had family business to attend to early this morning. And when I mean early, I mean like crack of dawn..." I gave Konoka an eye at that remark since I always up around four in the morning. I'm assuming crack of dawn for her meant at six in the morning. The poor baby.

"Now that I am in college, Gramps is more concerned than ever to prepare me as a main figure in the association." Konoka sighed, starting to maneuver her way over my body on all fours, her dress (as a private memo to myself) revealing her cleavage nicely.

"Ah..." I responded, trying to not stare too much where my eyes were forbidden to venture towards. I leaned back on my hands as Konoka came to halt directly over me, her face peering over my own and strands of her brown hair tickling my nose. "Better than another oimai!" I provided with a smirk, watching, amused, Konoka's eyes roll back into her head.

"Dont remind me..." she huffed and then, as if suddenly remembering something, her hazel eyes lit up like bright lights "At least there was a yummy breakfast!"

Konoka reached behind her and wagged a half eaten cinnamon roll in my face that I leaned slightly away from in disgust. Konoka always had more of sweet tooth than I when it came to these things and I especially felt repulsed by the idea of the treat before I went on my long run. Oh, the damage it could do to me, imagining myself bent over gaging only a mile into my run.

"I brought some back for you! It will give you some energy before you go work out! Look how yummy it looks!" Konoka delighted, taking another bite into the sticky treat for herself.

I laughed at Konoka's childlike excitement over the simple pastry and had to unfortunately refuse the offer this time with a shake of my head. " Ojousama, I dont think that would be the wisest thing for me to have before my run..."

Konoka looked down at me pouting," Oh, well just poo! And I wanted Secchan at least to be able to indulge in it too! But you should still be able to have a taste.."

Konoka's pink lips stretched into charming smile tilting my head up with two non-sticky fingers, dipped her head down, and moved my mouth open with her tongue, kissing me pleasingly well that made my back shiver with delight. Konoka pulled away, her teeth softly dragging away my lower lip as she did so before letting go.

I sat there almost in a hypnotic like trance, my eyes still remaining closed, until her finger came down, tapping my nose to snap me alert.

"Well?" Konoka asked joyfully, two of her non-sticky fingers continuing to tilt my head up.

I slowly nodded, running my tongue over my lips, " Very... " I thought carefully for the right description but all I could best describe it as was" cinnamony." And sensual, but I left that out. It was surprises like these from Konoka I enjoyed thoroughly since our relationship began to develop more seriously.

I grinned, leaning up to kiss Konoka once more before scooting myself from under her.
Konoka quickly went back to pouting again as I pulled away from her, slumping herself into the empty spot of wooden floor where I sat. I laughed at her mock immaturity.

"Not yet...Dont leave me alone yet!" Konoka whined, her cheeks puffing out.

I smiled towards my complaining princess "That is one thing I can't grant you at the moment. If I dont leave now, I won't ever. So while I can, I've got to run!"

I heard Konoka groan loudly behind me " So dont leave! Stay and play with me!"

Play? Oh I knew better than that, knowing Konoka. I knew exactly how farfrom innocent staying to play with her would be. I only responded by shaking my head at her spoiled behavior, going over to one of the dressers to get some socks for my bare feet. "Give me at least an hour, Ojousama..."

I continued opening a drawer, laughing wholeheartedly, as I watched Konoka childishly kick her legs in the air towards the ceiling out of frustration that she wasnt going to get what she wanted. I rummaged my hand through the drawer feeling for a set of my rolled up socks and ran my hand over a firm object that felt like it could have been used as a short, blunt weapon.

My eyebrows pinched together in confusion, digging it out to look at it. It took me a moment, a good half second of confusion, but my face fell immediately when I observed it closer.

Pink. Oval. Cylinder- like. An obvious small black plastic switch. I knew well enough from being force fed some of Haruna's horrifically inappropriate doujinshi what this object was.

Like it was burning my hand, I dropped, almost threw, the object back in the drawer realizing, indeed, this was not my drawer. This was Konoka's underwear drawer I mistakenly went into and must have, during my blind search for socks, accidentally dug out the said object.

Saliva collected in my mouth and I swallowed hard, suppressing the bloom of red that spread all the way down to my chest. This was something...I dont think I was ever meant to discover.

My abrupt silence from open laughter didnt go unnoticed. Especially, when I walked by Konoka completely ignoring her quizzical look she gave to me for the sudden silence. Konoka, sitting up, continued to look at me perplexed and then twisted her body around to the drawer I left open and then just as quick looked directlyback at me. Konoka immediately stood up, leaving her cinnamon roll on the ground, and walked to where I was searching for socks to investigate for herself and inhaled sharply.

"Oh..." Konoka breathed, her hazel eyes expanding slowly, staring down into the pulled out underwear drawer.

I stomped my foot into one my lime green running shoes, the sound bringing Konoka back to earth and her gaze watchfully on me.

"Secch-"

"Why-" I cut off Konoka sharply, clenching my other shoe in my hand "Why do you have such an item in your possession?"

Konoka raised her dark eyebrows at me, "You know what it is...?"

My face tightened, "A vibrator. It is a vibrator." I answered, looking away as I stomped on my other running shoe, hoping she couldn't see the shade of red I was turning after identifying the object.

"I'm surprised you even know what it is..." Konoka gaped in mild shock, brown eyebrows raised high on her forehead as she watched me fiercely re-lace my shoes.

"Thank Haruna for that.." I replied in an edgy tone, standing up stick straight from tying my shoes that I now wore without any socks. "Why do you even have it, Ojousama?" I impatiently inquired, my blood boiling at the mere thought of the object.

"Why do you think, Secchan?" Konoka patiently responded back, pushing the drawer closed as she watched the anger start to darken my facial features.

I didnt answer that. Nor did I want to. It upset me even further imagining it. To be honest, I didnt even clearly know why this was upsetting me as much as it was right now. But it was…

It strongly upset me.

"H-how long have you had such a thing?!" I stammered not sure I even wanted to know the answer to this question, clenching and unclenching my hands. The more I asked the questions the more I became bothered.

But Konoka provided an answer calmly "Since I was about sixteen years old. Ayaka and I went together to get one for ourselves..."

Four years! Four years she has been using this item! And I never even knew she needed things like this.

Unbelievable.

I was so angry right now it almost sickened me. Regardless, how I felt , I knew I was being slightly illogical with my reaction about an item that belonged to Konoka. But at the same time I couldnt help but feel slightly betrayed.

Even to the point I was near rampant with jealousy.

"You mean...you have been using this-"

"At night sometimes when you're asleep. If the mood comes on." Konoka supplied, her voice still placid against my raised tone." Secchan..." Konoka slowly began, registering how angry I was, her eyes reflecting a level of concern " ...why is this upsetting you so much?"

I looked away, gritting my teeth together at the question.

"Secchan?" Konoka asked quietly this time, taking a careful step towards me.

"Is the idea of me not good enough for you?" I snapped making Konoka flinch back "You need something else, other than me, to give you pleasure, right?" I suddenly blurted out.

I stared completely hurt at Konoka's speechless face. My feelings absolutely wounded more than me being angry anymore. I looked away ashamed from Konoka's stare, my hand squeezing the handle of the door "I dont understand why you need thatif you've got me now."

"Secchan, hold on!-" Konoka called after me, hearing her sudden footsteps coming towards me, but before she could even reach me I had walked out and slammed the door behind me.

When I looked back and underneath the crack of the door I could see Konoka's tan heels frozen in place. She was more than likely standing at loss of what to do in front of the door, not daring to go after me right now.

Nor did I want her too.

Before I started to feel guilty about how I just acted, I turned to my attention to the hallway and to the nearest exit to run until my body couldnt withstand the pain anymore.

My feet hit the pavement outside, roughly, at first until around five minutes into running I formed a steady stride. My breathing began to become fairly calm, being exerted in gushes of air through my nose to expand my lungs to efficiently use the oxygen I needed to run longer without getting winded.

And the more into my running, the more I got into thinking what just happened.

Honestly, why did I just cause a scene like that in front of Ojousama? Was I being irrational right now?!

It was just a vibrator she had…so what? It was none of my concern what she did in her personal time.

But, why would she still need such an item if she had me now? Our relationship has slowly been breaking boundaries, but… we havent exactly...gone too far...

So does this mean I am not fitting her needs? Am I not doing something right?

Was I not...attractive enough for me to do things like that for her?

I grimaced at the thoughts that attacked me for my next hour of running , dwelling on my emotions and my actions. I tried to weigh my hurt feelings with logic and no matter what, I came to the conclusion of some way, somehow, I had messed up. I felt I was at fault for the current circumstances.

With an extra hour of walking to cool my body and mind down, I decided, finally, two hours was enough time to literallyrun away from my situation.

I stood in front of the college dormitory building entrance, my breathing stable again. But when I thought about going to my room, it quickly paced up along with my heartbeat. Thoughts started racing through my mind again, afraid what was going to come and how angry or hurt Ojousama would be now after how rude I was to her.

Shit, I hated being such a coward.

I closed my eyes, feeling cold sweat roll down the back of neck to my bare back that was only covered by my sports bra. A new addition to my wardrobe after I had listened to Ojousama when she handed me a plethora of sports bras and other garments one day telling me that it was best that I 'ditch' bandaging my breasts when training and use something that would be...less harmfulto my chest. Ojousama always knew what was best, was usually correct when it came to things about the social-norm things in life that usually flew over my head.

After some breathing mechanisms to help me recover and not go into a panic fit,I sighed and chose, finally after three rounds of breathing exercises, to do what all true warriors do: accept their fate.

Still, I dreaded on how I would be able to talk about what happened earlier. How was I going to explain my sudden fit of jealousy, or rather shame, that I wasnt fulfilling what Konoka desired? I just….couldnt. By how embarrassed I felt right now, I don't think I could say anything about this. I would much prefer this was all forgotten. But I knew better than that…

I gathered my wits, standing in front of my door staring at the handle for a two whole minutes, before I walked into the room Konoka and I shared. Konoka was sitting in her twin sized bed on the left side of the room, a book propped against her knees, in the midst of flipping another page as I entered. It looked like she was waiting. She even changed into more relaxing clothes. She wore a low cut v neck shaped light pink cotton shirt and yoga pants with pink socks adorning her feet that her toes began to wriggle in. She looked like she was going nowhere anytime soon.

Konoka closed her book as soon as her gaze fell on mine, setting her book aside on her side table, her eyes locked on my own the entire time she did so.

"Hi, Secchan." she greeted, this time not as brightly like she did earlier, offering only a small weary smile.

I tensed, nodding back in her direction curtly " Ojousama."

Konoka sighed, running a hand through her long brown hair that at the moment was hung over one shoulder. Konoka pushed herself out of the bed and padded her way towards me, surprised when she stood directly in front of me, her hazel eyes reading into my blank gaze. I was doing my best to play off any emotion, any and all residual emotion, from earlier.

"Yes, hi, Secchan." Konoka greeted again, before snatching my hands into hers, draggingme from where I stood, leaving me no choice but to be allowed to be pulled by Konoka.

Konoka then promptly turned me to face her and gestured with one finger to sit down on her bed. I did so silently a she stood before me, her hands propped up on her slim waist, looking down at me from where I sat. I looked up at her half scared what was going to come next.

"Can we talk, now? About earlier?"

My lips pressed together in a thin line, not really feeling for a conversation like this, but I nodded my head. As if Konoka was going to take a 'No' anyway.

"Good." Konoka replied before, to my surprise, instead in like normal circumstances where others maybe pull a chair up or sit beside you, Konoka sat directly on my lap, facing directly towards me, her legs crisscrossed around my waist, and her arms circling my neck to hold herself up.

The incredible balance she had these days...

I felt myself start to get embarrassed in a position like this, my face flaming with a color darker than the bloodiest red, and my body starting to become naturally aroused.

"K-Kono-"

I was silenced by Konoka tightening her grip around me, a serious look in her hazel eyes, and then a gentle press of her lips against my own that quickly put me back into a silence.

Konoka pulled away, her eyes looking into my confused stare "I'm sorry, Secchan. I'm sorry what you saw earlier upset you that much but I thinkI have an idea why this is upsetting you this badly."

"You do?"I asked, because I spent my time running trying to hash it out myself. I think it was more than anything, admittedly, my insecurity that I still wasnt good enough to fit everything Konoka desired. Konoka, a woman of her stature, of beauty, of princess like perfection. I always felt Konoka deserved only the best and like herself the...experienced.

Konoka looked up thoughtfully to the ceiling and then back down to meet my eyes nodding, an all knowing smile gracing her lips "I'm pretty sure. But I want you to know something, Secchan. I have maintained a perfect record of celibacy since...well, since ever. Even harder as soon as you and I started to become something more than just friends."

It's not like I didnt believe Konoka, I definitely did, but for some reason I couldnt help but to feel slightly shocked. Someone as gorgeous, so naturally at that too, someone of her very vivacious and outgoing personality, it just surprised me she remained so...pure.

Well, at least in the sense of what I knew of Konoka. But, her robust flirtatious personality I always was accustomed to did not always hold the purest intentions.

It always left me in awe that of all people, someone like Konoka who was this beautiful and who had more than enough power to have people bent over backwards for her, especially men, that she refused any and everyone except ...me.

She was such an incredible woman.

And I was incredibly lucky.

Konoka sighed, her fingers playing with a loose strand of my hair on the back of my neck that fell out of my ponytail. She continued to do so silently and I noticed, if I didnt know better, a blush starting to paint her cheeks and even her ears red.

"For the longest time," Konoka began, her hazel eyes focusing on her fingers that played with my hair, too embarrassed to even look at me "since I was about thirteen years old in middle school, I have only been attracted to one and only oneperson. It was difficult for me to express this especially when I wasnt sure if that person could even see me in the same light. It was incredibly frustrating, but there was nothing I could do about it. After all, she was my best friend."

Konoka, looked back to meet my stare, smiling through her red cheeks, the blood rushing to my own listening to her innocent confession, before Konoka caught me off guard with a feigned disgruntled sigh " Even though I constantly flirted and teased my poor friend, enjoying her eccentric responses, I was hoping through it all she would get a clue..." I winced slightly when Konoka gave a tug onto the strand of hair she played with and glared pointedly at me"….yet, she didnt and I still had to wait for her! And let me tell you...it isnt easy being a hormonal, horny, teenager. For years."

Konoka looked away again shyly, her blush transitioning into a darker color, that I couldnt help but find so incredibly out of the norm for her and yet, so cute " ...so I confess I needed something to help maintain me until you and I...became something more and could do things friendsdont necessarily do."

I subconsciously squeezed Konoka closer to me.

" So, now that we are finally more..." Konoka continued "...I still had to wait. I'm waiting today and I'll continue waiting until you are ready to move things to a different level. But, I'm going to be honest, Secchan. It has taken you a long time to become anywhere near intimate with me. You always pushed me away or halted anything that gets anywhere near more than you can handle. And I, as you know by now, I am verytouchy feely. That's who I am..."

Konoka pushed her body up against me so close, her hips bucked against mine making me suck in a breath, trying desperately to calm myself down. She knew too what she was doing because Konoka, her hazel eyes smoldering, smiled seductively "…And Secchan, I need to be touched."

Oh God.

Not trying to deliberately to interrupt the sexual tension that was taking over my body, crackling like a fire between us, I had to force myself to ask her what was haunting me the entire day.

"So...it's not like you cant see yourself doing anything with me? You see me as..." I blushed deeper " …as attractive?" I half mumbled out loud.

Konoka instantly scoffed "Are you kidding me?" her head pulled back in shock, looking at me as if what I asked was joke "Are you serious?"

Now I kind of didnt want to be anymore the way she questioned me like that.

Konoka suddenly scooted off me and stood up, demanding I stand with her by pulling on my wrist.

I stood awkwardly as Konoka proceeded to pace around me in a circle, like a predator sizing up their prey.

"First and foremost, absolutely, freaking, yes. Hence my pent up sexual frustration."she replied from behind me, her warm hands sliding up my bare shoulders. "Secchan, you are an athlete, you get plenty of endorphins naturally by your vigorous training. I dont. Thus why, I am always, drooling over you while you can maintain self-discipline against me." My body tingled from her grasp on my shoulders, feeling her hair touch my back, feeling her presence so close to me.

She had no clue how opposite that fact was. I barelycontrolled my desires around her, especially when she acted like this. I only stopped myself from losing complete control to keep myself and her body dignified.

I involuntarily flexed my revealed stomach when Konoka's hands slid from my shoulders to around my torso, her hands running up and down my core.

"Of course, I can see myself doing things with you. That I see you as attractive. Do you have any idea how much I forced to resort only to my imagination? I have my reasons for trying to provoke you all the time. I want you to take a moment and realize what you do to me every time you walk around like this. How amazing your body is." Konoka huskily said behind me that made every inch of me freeze. Heat claimed my head and I couldnt think while she did whatevershe was doing to me.

" Your body is amazing, Secchan." Konoka admired, her hands tracing the bands of muscle that my stomach flexed "Hardly a trace of body fat, anywhere." Konoka rotated in front of me now, her hands now running up my arms. She wasnt even making eye contact, Konoka looked captivated enough by running her fingers over the lines and definitions of my protruding lean muscle in my arms, her touch making goosebumps rise on my skin.

"You're the most alluring warrior I have ever witnessed. You athletic capabilities are beyond me and your body..." Konoka's hands quickly slid down from my obliques to my waist where her thumbs hooked inside the waistband of my sweatpants " ...is a piece of artwork."

And Konoka, with one quick movement, pulled my sweat pants down revealing me only in my black, hip cutter, skin tight spandex shorts that helped me move better when running but were completely inappropriate to wear alone in public.

I gawked down at Konoka, blown away by her bold move, who stuck out her tongue up at me, bent over with my sweatpants now pooled around my knees.

"Whoops!" She playfully observed "there go your pants."

And I knew then her main goal in all her provoking. Right now she was screaming it loud and clear.

Konoka pulled herself up, giving me a toothy smile, and, ever so, slowly peeled away her pink t-shirt while her hazel eyes stayed locked on my own watching her. I stared, well to be frank, absolutely ogled, the way her toned, creamy colored, stomach was first revealed before Konoka's neon electric pink bra that cupped her ample breasts hit my eyes. To think she would choose such lingerie that had such loud colors. Yet, it would fit her personality to do so.

"Like the bra?" Konoka winked in my direction, noticing the way I forgot to pay attention to anything else except her breasts. I loved the shape and size of her breasts.
"I like more than that..." I thoughtlessly said aloud, my eyes still glued to her breasts and her bare stomach, that sparked a laugh from Konoka.

"Oh?", Konoka asked, moving her body to push up against my own, pressing her breasts purposefully against my own. So we both wouldnt fall over, I grabbed hold of her shoulders, holding her tightly upright against me. After all, my pants were now around my ankles, daring me to make a move so I could trip clumsily.

"I can show you a lot more that you may enjoy.." Konoka hinted, kissing the edge of my jaw as she ran her fingers through my tied up hair. Every time her mouth would touch my skin I froze. My hands squeezed more around her shoulders to keep me braced.

"You know," I could feel Konoka's lips stretch into a smile against my skin as she gently undid my hair tie " I find it awfully adorable that you are so fiercely jealous of something else, a dumb little object to be exact, that is other than youthat gives me pleasure."

I inhaled sharply feeling her teeth nip my neck, finally untying my hairband, my grip against her tightening, my hips involuntarily pressing more so against her own. I could feel my body getting anxious, overwhelmed with very animal like desires.

"You must be aware though," Konoka, speaking so low that I had press my face against her cheek as she spoke into my ear, " there is no object, no person, nothing that turns me on, that has me so sexually aroused as you do Secchan. There are times when you just barely graze me or look at me with your dark eyes I can get so...set off. I dont think you know how many pairs of underwear have been ruined because of you. " Konoka ran her tongue over a bead of sweat that ran down my neck" You tease..."

I looked up towards the ceiling, squeezing my eyes shut, praying aloud " Dear Konoe-sama, forgive me for the lewd actions I am about to commit to your granddaughter."

I looked back down at Konoka who now looked at me a tad baffled to my prayer.

"What was that just now, Secchan?"

"An apology.." I looked at Konoka, a fire lighting in my belly watching her face melt in wonder, waiting to see what I was about to do to her. With one foot at a time, I forced off my tennis shoes, and shook off my sweat pants, completely free, before grabbing one of Konoka's legs, wrapping it around my waist before I lifted her easily off the ground by the back of her thighs that would make her instinctively wrap her arms around my neck to not fall backwards.

A surprised gasp escaped her and I knew, the way I looked at her now with such desire, that I had Konoka locked onto my gaze wordlessly. "...an apology to your family for what I am about to do to you." I said with such determination.

After all, I had waited, imagined, for so long about this day. It was now my time to prove to Ojousama that I was everythingshe needed.

With Konoka lifted in my arms, I carried her silently to my bed and laid her gently on the bed before of me. I stepped in between her legs, gently spreading them wide so I could easily have access to get in between her, leaning down slowly over her.

I smiled, almost in a fashion of dominance that I had her. Here she was,laying on my bed, her beautiful long chocolate brown hair fanned out beneath her, and I, inbetween her legs hovering over her as she looked up at me waiting.

I liked this, I liked the way she looked, so unsure, yet obvious desire sparking through her anticipating for me.

I didn't plan to keep her waiting either.

I leaned carefully down on her, so not all of body pressure sandwiched her, my forearms a blockade around her. She was pinned under me, with nowhere to go except where I wanted.

I drew my face slowly close to her, brushing against my lips against hers, but when she tried to lean up to kiss me, I raised my head so she couldnt do so. "Ojousama..." I smoothed out an arm above her head so I could tightly thread my fingers with her own. My other hand dug into her hair as I dipped my head into the groove of her neck, breathing in her scent that made Konoka's body tense, her fingers clasping even harder against my own.

I smiled. I knew what to do, what created the edge that Konoka needed to be pushed off of. It was like I knew all along. I looked back up at her, a domination taking over my personality, carnal desires intensifying from her hazel eyes that reflected such a desire for me " Ojousama, please allow me to serve you in the way you deserve to be treated."

I kissed her then, so heatedly, that I had to remember to not crush Konoka under my weight. I bit at her lower lip, our tongues and teeth crashing into each other, as we kissed passionately, Konoka's free hand digging into my loose hair.

I moved my hands slowly down Konoka's body, finding her thighs and gently spreading them even further that made Konoka involuntarily push her hips up. Holding one thigh pressed against the bed, I used my other free hand to stroke her. I gently, with two fingers, pressed against her vulva before, slowly, in a circular fashion, massaged her that made Konoka moan into my mouth. As her hips moved with movements, I began to quicken my massage that made Konoka stop kissing me, her hand latching onto my massaging hand to help me get her to place where her hips convulsed up and push against my hand.

I stopped to watch her come, heat pooling inbetween my legs from just watching her in sheer pleasure.

"Dont.." Konoka breathed, her eyes tightly shut from the pleasure, exploding through her " Dont stop."

I continued back rubbing and stroking her, to the point Konoka could no longer focus on me just kissing her but only on the pleasure from me massaging her and the bursts of convulsions it sent her through. I found it amazing every time I made her come, I could feel her throb, wanting, needing, more. I love how the inside of, even against her tight fabric she wore, I could feel her swell, becoming more sensitive to my touch.

Oh, God I loved her body. I loved the way she reacted, how she squeezed onto her breasts, bite my lip when we kissed, crushed me against her every time I made her convulse.

I wanted more.

I went to working off Konoka's pants, pulling them off and away from her legs and looked back at her and made a face to the neon pink thong she wore.

She noticed my face, " You like the color?" She asked in a silly fashion, looking up at me over her chest in a heated daze.

"You and pink..." I remarked with a shake of me head. "So dainty!" I teased and she responded with a loud raspberry from her tongue.

I crawled on the bed with Konoka, pulling her to sit up with me, to where I was behind her, and she was on her knees leaning back into me. I turned her head so she could kiss me, while I finally, slipped my hands into her bra to rub my fingers against her erect nipples. The more pressure I applied to her nipples, the more I heard Konoka 'mmm' into my mouth.

The more pressure, the better, I duly noted. I pinched and pulled and rubbed her nipples and smiled the more Konoka moaned into my mouth.

Finding the bra starting to become a now obstacle, I broke away from kissing Konoka to swipe her long hair over her shoulder so I could I have clearance to her back. I kissed her now visible neck that made Konoka slightly twitch, and continued kissing down her back as my fingers unhooked her bra. I could feel the goosebumps on Konoka's skin every time I kissed her bare skin. Throwing her bra aside, I cupped her breasts in my hands.

Konoka arched back into my touch and I made her openly moan when I twisted around her to kiss the side of her breasts, maneuvering her body so I can lick and suck on her nipple as a hand slipped down to her thong to massage her again. I felt Konoka rock forward when I gave her mound of flesh a light smack as I continued kissing, teething, and sucking her breasts.

I gently moved my hand inside her underwear and carefully stroked the part of her that was swollen and sensitive making Konoka push back into me more. She reached behind me to grab the back of my neck the more I continued to rub and stroke the most sensitive part of her. Her hips started to move back and forward again and I could feel her hot breath in my ear quicken every time she was about to release in pleasure.

I could feel how wet she was now, how readyshe was, before probing two fingers inside of her. I let her gasp into my mouth as I rubbed her and then pushed my two fingers inside of her rubbing within making her repeatedly gasp and sound off rapid sharp little moans.

When I plunged deeper inside of her while simultaneously rubbing her clit faster she began to yelp. I could hear her began to say my name as I felt her near her climax.

I only went faster and then stopped abruptly.

Konoka squirmed and moaned in aching need, bucking her hips forward for me to continue. Yet, I refrained.

I had something better in store for her.

I maneuvered to where I was over her again, kissing her as I pulled off her thong. She was right where I wanted her now- completely naked and under me . I took a moment to break away from kissing her to stare at her nude body under me, the way the sunlight from the afternoon soaked her body, and mentally captured every beautiful line of her.

Lord, she was damned beautiful. Even more so naked.

"Have I ever told you how flawless you are, princess?" I softly spoke down to her, my hand pushing her long bangs back against her head so I could dip and press a kiss to her bare forehead.

Konoka closed her eyes as I kissed her forehead and left them closed even though a gentle smile formed on her perfect lips "Yes, you have…"

Konoka then opened her hazel eyes up towards me and by the way they looked at me, the way the light from the sun made them reflect more brilliantly so, God in that moment, I felt something so strong from her.

"I can always tell by the way you look at me, the way you hold me, and the way you speak to me…" Konoka then took my hand, closing her eyes again to kiss the inside of my palm softly, feeling her lips curve into a smile against my skin. "How I adore my Secchan…"

She let go of my hand and pushed herself up to grab my face and deeply kiss me. This was no ordinary passionate kiss, nothing heated about it, just something that said everything in it. I kissed her back ever so, pushing her back onto the bed, pressing my body onto her own.

I felt Konoka's smooth legs wrap around my back, every part of her holding onto me when I went from kissing her to kissing her neck. I continued kissing her body, from her neck, to her clavicle, to her chest, to her breasts, and all the way down to her navel.

I didn't want to miss a spot on her. Not one area missed on her body.

I then moved down so I could kiss the inside of her thighs and felt her body tense. I looked up at her and saw how she heatedly, almost in a daze of what she anticipated, watching me.

I smiled and spread her wide, holding her down, before brushing my lips against the lips of her vagina. I heard her whisper something but didn't comprehend it. I pressed the tip of my tongue against her clitoris and felt her hips began to push forward.

I almost forgot I had her waiting for so long.

I licked her ever so slow first and made her drawl out a groan. Her hands were clenched around the bed sheets now, holding herself together. I continued lapping her slowly to tease her, to hear her breathe loudly, to feel her anticipation. My tongue could feel her swell and I began to lick faster. I sucked her and licked at a much faster pace making Konoka beckon me with "Right there" repeatedly that I was obviously at the right place for her. I speed my movements and even began to also probe her until finally after her calls got louder and her body moved more rapidly I had her come so that she just about collapsed into the bed.

I moved myself up over her again and kissed her slowly and gently, pressing myself against her until she regained herself so we could continue…

….for about an hour longer. A godly hour at that too of the both of us pushing our bodies to erotic climaxes we never imagined to meet.

It ended after due course with the both of us lying naked, entwined with each other to keep ourselves warm on the now sheetless bed. Konoka was resting on top of me, her head resting on my chest as she lazily played with the ends of my hair as I stared at the ceiling smiling.

Konoka moved from where her cheek was pressed against me to where her head sat on her chin so she could look at me. She poked my cheek to get my lost attention.

" Hey, excuse me, you there with the dreamy look on your face…"

I laughed and moved my head to crane to the side so I could look down to the woman that had me even more spellbound when she was sweaty and exhausted.

"Yes, my flawless princess?"

Konoka's pink lips stretched into a brilliant smile "That is never going to get old…."

I scooted up so where I could lean against the back of my bed to where the pillows could support me up. I pulled Konoka up so she could lean against me, her body across my lap as my arms circled around her waist to hold her up. Konoka pressed her hand against my cheek and smiled even brighter as her hazel eyes stared into my own. We stared at each other, sweaty, hair matted against our foreheads and in a knotty messes, and we kissed. We kissed long and slow and broke apart to rest our foreheads against each other.

"Can I just say…" Konoka started to whisper "that was our best recorded ever in history make-up for a fight?"

This morning was already much too long for me.

It was only eight in the morning and Eva had already chosen to work me into the ground without stop since I woke up at four. I halfway drug myself through the door, hoping I wasn't going to wake Konoka up since it was Sunday and I knew how much she adored sleeping in. I was unlacing my shoes when I noticed in the trashcan in the corner of the room had something pink, oval, cylinder-like shaped thrown into it. I stopped untying my shoes and peered closer, my eyebrows furrowing together in concentration to make sure I was seeing correctly.

That couldn't be…

Did she…?

She threw away her…

"Secchan!"

My head snapped up towards the bathroom where Konoka was leaning against the frame only clad in a short towel. Konoka's pink lips stretched into a smile I knew all too well and her eyes glimmered almost too dangerously.

"G-good morning.." I half stammered in surprise to see Konoka up so early on a Sunday.

In a towel.

Naked.

"Good morning…"Konoka purred, walking towards me. I stood up stick straight as she stood before me staring at me so that I unexpectedly felt the need to lick my suddenly dry lips.

Something was different. I walked into a whole new situation just now.

"I had a feeling you would be back around this time and I thought…" Konoka traced her hand over my tshirt damp with sweat and sticking against my skin " …that Secchan may need a shower. "

I felt my face, still even after everything that occurred yesterday afternoon turn a crimson red by the way Konoka looked at me right now.

"Now come, Secchan." Konoka huskily continued, her hand guiding me by pulling my shirt, my feet almost tripping over themselves as I stumbled to follow her. " You didn't think yesterday was a one time thing did you?"

"O-of course not!" I half shouted as I trailed after her definitely realizing the reason behind the newly tossed object. Konoka paused at the door way towards the shower that was already running, steam in puffs coming out from behind the curtain. Konoka proceeded to take off my shirt and tossed it behind her without a care.

"Good. Because I'll have you know.." Konoka leaned up against me to kiss me hard and then, making me flinch, bite my lip roughly" …you wont be the only one with the dominance during our playtime."

And with that, I was pulled into the bathroom with the door locking behind me.

So much for a peaceful Sunday morning.

IT. IS. DONE. The lemon (probably not the last lemon too) chapter for these two lovely creatures. Sorry it took me so long. My summer was quite an eventful one with work, running/training, demanding social obligations…..and now school. God dammint. At least it's my senior year at the university!

I am pretty okay with this chapter. Personally, with the issue that came up in this story I can relate with when it comes to dealing with relationships. Jealousy is a common weakness but it never fails to show the side of you that is most insecure. For Setsuna, she didn't feel sexually adequate for Konoka just because she saw she had a vibrator. Haha, poor uncertain, Setsuna (but to be honest if I was in a new relationship I probably would have initially came to the same conclusion, at first too). Regardless, it ended on a memorable lesson for the both of the ladies.

Thanks for sticking around patiently guys and I hoped you enjoyed this. THIS WAS FOR YOUR PATIENCE. I will have another chapter up soon. And remember! These one shots have no set time line. Just different themes, different periods, and different stories. Just in case anyone is confused. But for now keep reading and reviewing your thoughts because I love reading what you liked! Some of your reviews crack me up, make me feel happy, and just motivates me to keep giving you what you desire! Kisses to all of you. Enjoy your 'lemonade'.

-Detectivegirl2005