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A/N – (10/20/2015) If you are seeing this story for the first time, I would ask that you not get turned off by the fact that there are lemons. That is NOT what this story is about. This started off a something of a personal challenge, and grew in to something much bigger.

This is a mature fic for mature audiences exploring mature themes.
You have been warned!

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It's two in the morning at the Hinata Sou, and all the residents but one are peacefully slumbering in dream land. In room 201, the lone restless soul tosses and turns on her futon. As she does, she draws a life size teddy bear in to an intimate embrace. Sweating profusely, she rubs up against it and moans. "Oh Keitaro…"

She wakes up with a gasp, staring into the eyes of the plush animal. Realizing the compromising situation she is in, she pushes it away and rolls on her back. The girl lets out a sigh as she sits up and brings her knees up to her chest, hugging them. The moonlight that is streaming in through her window glistens off of her and she shivers a little as the sweat that covers her body begins to evaporate from her hot skin.

Shinobu sobs silently. "Not again," she says to herself, recalling the contents of the dream she just had. It was a recurring dream she had been having off and on for many years, full of hunger, lust, and animalistic desire. Quite recently, the dreams had been occurring more frequently and had become more intense. There was only one explanation for it; he was home.

Her Sempai. Her Keitaro.

When they had first met, she was barely a teenager and he was in love with someone else. The seven year age difference was just too much to overcome back then. She remembered wishing so fervently to be a few years older. Maybe then he would have seen her as a woman, rather than a kid. She still pined for him, even though there was no chance. Eventually, she settled and made sure to be there to support him in all that he did. But even as she was there for him, he always found time to be there for her as well. Even though he was pursuing someone else, he helped her with encouragement and support in her quest to get in to Tokyo University.

But what about now? she asks herself before slamming the door shut on that train of thought. However, the door does not latch, and slides back open as a realization comes to her. As people get older, the age differences don't matter as much. She is nineteen now, he is almost twenty-six. Yeah, he has been married for a year now, but does that mean she should give up?

She winces as that thought comes to her. Naru has been a good friend as well over the years, but her violent tendencies towards Keitaro grated on every fiber of her being. Her Sempai was constantly on edge, as though he was walking on his tip-toes through a minefield. It has gotten better in the year since they tied the knot, but it was still far from what Shinobu would call an adult relationship.

So, what can I do about it? She lays back down on her futon and puts her hands behind her head. Her thoughts drift back to the recurring dream. Her heartbeat quickens and her face flushes as she remembers the all too familiar contents. His hands exploring every inch of her bare skin. Her gasp as he enters her. Her moans of pleasure as he loves her and only her.

Suddenly breaking out of her reverie, she realizes that she has grabbed one of her teddy bears and was using it to rub herself. She looks at it briefly, noting the juices that were smeared on it where it had touched her, and throws it away in frustration. She was hot and wet, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Or was there?

Getting up, she pulls down the t-shirt she is wearing and steps to the door, doing her best to slide out without making any noise. Padding down the hall, she pauses next to room 204. Reaching up, she lovingly caresses the 'Manager's Room' sign on it. So many possibilities. What would he do if she did walk in unannounced? Would he allow her to stay? Would he…..? Shinobu squints her eyes, purses her lips, and makes a decision.

She walks away.

Slowly at first, then her pace quickens to a run as she reaches half way down the stairs. To the kitchen she goes, straight to the sink. Quickly, she turns on the cold water and prepares douse her head in it. What am I thinking?! He's married for crying out loud! She pulls back from the sink before dunking herself, and covers her eyes as she lets out a sob. Did it really mean that she could not have him? The practical and sane answer to that was yes. But when was love ever a practical and sane emotion?

Over the years, she passed on a number of would be suitors. In the past, it was because she did not feel worthy of their attentions. Her insecurities always got in the way. But not now. She is a much stronger woman than that thirteen year old that first met the awkward and clumsy new manager. Confident and mature, a lot has changed since then. She realized last year that despite the fact that her Sempai seemed to be out of her reach, there was something she wants to give to him.

She realizes that her bid to rid herself of the hot feelings she is having in her chest and loins will not go away by dousing herself like this. It calls for something a little more drastic, and daring. She shuts off the water and leaves the kitchen, padding back up the stairs and stopping once again and room 204. Grabbing onto the door knob, she gently turns, and is thankful that the click she hears from it does not echo down the halls. Slowly she opens the door and slides in, quietly closing it behind her.

Tiptoeing over to the middle of the room, she looks up and smiles. It's still there, the hole that Keitaro and Naru used to communicate. She never did understand why he has not completely moved in to Naru's room, or vice-versa, but today she is thankful. It was quieter to go up through the hole than it was to try to go through the door. Grabbing a chair, she picks it up, moves it underneath the opening, and stands on it. The bluenette reaches up and slowly slides the cover that is over it to the side, then grabs the edge and slowly pulls herself up.

Stopping half way, holding herself on the edge by her arms, she looks in to assess the situation. In front of her is the double sized futon that Keitaro and Naru are sharing. She is at the foot of the bed as she sees both the occupants' feet. Sempai's are on the left and sticking up in the air, indicating he is on his back. The brunette's are on the right and pointing towards the opposite wall from him because she is on her side facing away.

Satisfied that the duo is still asleep, Shinobu pulls herself the rest of the way up. She crawls over to Keitaro's side and sits up on her knees. Bringing her index finger up, she nervously nibbles on the fingernail. It's still not too late to back out, she thinks to herself. The decision is made, though. Her rational mind may not recognize it, but her body is past the point of no return.

Looking down at the object of her desire, he is wearing only pajama bottoms, leaving his chest exposed. What little light that is filtering into the room seems to only shine on him, and in her eyes, gives him an almost angelic aura. His left arm is lying on his pillow above his head, while his right is straight out from him, having fallen off the futon. It was a rather inviting position. Shinobu has to resist the urge to cuddle up into the crux of his arm. That was not how he wanted to wake him.

The butterflies in her stomach begin to fly wildly as she pauses above him. She had discussed how to do this before with Kitsune, but had never actually done it before. She throws caution to the wind as her heart wins out over her mind again. Leaning forward, she ever so slightly puts her right hand on his leg, just above the knee. Getting no reaction, she smiles to herself. He is a heavy sleeper. She slowly begins to move it up and down. Still no reaction.

As she continues to rub, she becomes a little bolder, leaning forward and starting to rub his other leg with her left hand. As she does this, she finally gets a reaction, but not the one she wants. Naru shifts in her sleep, causing Shinobu's heart to jump into her throat. As the brunette settles back into whatever dream she was having, Shinobu lets out a small sigh of relief. This is a HUGE risk she was taking.

Small crisis averted, she continues her ministrations, slowly moving her hands between his legs and up closer to where they meet his thighs. She is rewarded by movement from underneath the crotch of his bottoms. Smiling at this small victory, she removes her left hand and allows her right to roam up, on top of the bulge that has now formed. Caressing is softly through the fabric, she feels it grow. As it does so, she can see that it is stuck in what could be an uncomfortable position. Turning her hand, she moves it slightly. When she does so, it seems to spring up and spill out of his fly in all its glory.

Shinobu jerks her hand back. It was one thing to touch it through the fabric. There was still some semblance of protection. But now it was fully exposed. She is not sure why she is having this reaction. Surely this is what she wants. However, the fact that it was now out in the open gives her pause.

But only just for a moment. The fire of desire she feels in her chest wins out, causing her to reach down and gently take hold of the shaft, rubbing in lightly in her palm, feeling the veins that run just under the surface of the skin. A soft groan startles her for a second, until she realizes it came from Keitaro and not the brunette laying on the other side of the futon. Slowly she begins to lightly tug, up and down, causing another soft groan and a shift in one of his legs.

Smiling at how he is reacting, she gently pulls it out further, full exposing it. She then leans down and kisses it on the tip. A small jolt of electricity seems to jump from the head, exciting her. Next she slowly licks it, eliciting another groan from the man. Getting a satisfactory reaction, she starts to run her tongue around the edges. Noticing movement, she glances up with her eyes to see that his toes have curled back ever so slightly.

Relishing the feelings that are coming over her, she slowly lowers down around the head, taking it deep into her mouth. Recalling her discussions with the resident fox, she makes sure to curl her lips over her teeth to avoid contact. Inhaling slightly, she sucks the air out of her mouth, causing him to completely fill it. As she lifts her head back up, she hears a soft whimper escape his mouth. Yet there is still no other movement.

Emboldened, she begins to slowly bob her head up and down, relishing in not only the naughtiness of the act itself, but where she is doing it. She feels her wetness get hotter by the second, and she loses herself, allowing a light slurping sound to echo in the room. Suddenly, she feels Keitaro shift underneath her and his legs bend up towards her. Instantly she is broken from her reverie as she realizes that he is now awake.

Having rehearsed what would happen at this instant in her mind, she breaks contact and quickly raises up. As her Sempai's head comes up, she reaches out and places a finger on his lips before he can say anything. She leans in to him and looks into his eyes lovingly. "Shhhh!" she hisses quietly. "You will wake Naru."

Keitaro's eyes bug out as he realizes the compromising situation he is in. Shinobu is counting on his fear of potential reprisal from his wife to override his instinct to yell and thrash in an attempt to get away. Naru would of course assume the worst of him first, and instantly punish him for this transgression before she could evaluate exactly where the fault lays. The blue haired girl is not disappointed as his eyes jerk over to the woman next to him, then back to her.

Shinobu removes the finger from his mouth. "What are you doing?" he whispers. She can hear the near panic in his voice.

"Please, sit back and relax," she replies quietly. Not giving him an opportunity to reply, she quickly moves and envelopes his still hard member in her soft lips. Keitaro lets out a gasp and tries for a moment to grab her, but she fends him off while slowly moving her head up and down the shaft. Quietly, she feels him relent as she continues. Silence is acceptance, she thinks to herself, and she starts to pick up the pace.

Up and down she goes, the power over him she is feeling is intoxicating. As he relaxes further, she feels him start to moves his hips slightly in rhythm with herself. He lets out a soft whimper and she feels the head start to swell. The further she goes, the more excited he seems to get. He is not nearly as quiet as she would like, but there is nothing that can be done about it in this compromising situation. As she goes down a little further on him, she feels him start to tense up, and mentally prepares herself for what will come next. Suddenly, his entire body clenches and he inhales sharply as he fills her mouth with a sickly sweet and salty concoction.

Feeling the waves of his climax, she resists the urge to immediately spit, forcing herself to swallow instead while he was still within her mouth. As the throbbing subsides, she lifts off and uses her finger to wipe away a small amount that had seeped out of the corner of her lips. She then takes it into her right hand and caresses it softly, causing him to shudder slightly. She feels his right hand come up and rub her back and she lays down beside him, putting her head on his shoulder.

She looks up into his eyes and smiles at him. The look he returns is more of confusion. "Why?" he asks after a moment.

"Do I really need to tell you?" she asks in return. He looks like he is going to reply, but whatever it was is lost. She has told him a number of times what her feelings are for him, and his silence tells her that he understands.

They both lay in silence. She revels in the feeling of closeness she has with him right now. This may be the only time she ever gets a chance at something like this. He certainly would not willingly allow her to be this intimate with him if he were in complete control of his faculties.

As she continues to stroke him, it starts to respond her again, regaining the size it lost after his climax. She feels him move his left hand down and place it on her hand, getting ready to remove it. She shifts and brings herself up on her elbow and again looks into his eyes. "Please don't," she pleads with him. Shinobu's heart sinks a little as it looks like he is about to protest. Then his eyes soften as he looks at her lovingly. He brings the hand he was going to use to remove hers up and caresses her check.

If it had a voice, her heart would sing. After years of waiting, she realizes it's finally going to happen. Even though it will happen in a bed he shares with someone else, he was finally going to be hers, if only for one night. Her chest heaves in excitement as she feels his hips rise slightly as she pulls on the waist band of his bottoms to extricate his member from its confinement. That done, she leans up as she pushes them down slowly, caressing his legs as she goes.

Having removed the offending garment, she feels him shift towards her a little, making some additional space between himself and the other person who is still snoozing away next to them. She turns towards him and throws her leg over as he uses his right arm to pull her on top of him. Sitting in her position of power, straddling his hips, she smiles as his hands explore her body. Roaming up underneath her shirt, he cups her breasts and starts to massage them, paying particular attention to her now erect nipples. Jolts of electricity shoot through her body, and she curls her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep from making any noise.

She leans in to him as his hands start to roam again, down to her hips and around to grasp either cheek of her ass. He pulls her up towards him, and then expertly clips the wings of her panties with his thumbs. She lifts herself off to allow him to slide them down, exposing her to him for the very first time. One foot in the air, then the other, and like that, they are gone.

She settles back down on him, feeling his member throbbing against her, as if begging to be let in. She hesitates for a moment, suddenly afraid of what will happen next.

"You don't have to do this," he whispers to her.

Even in such a compromising situation, he still finds a way to prove that he is thinking of her first. In Shinobu's eyes, that is his greatest attribute, and it fills her heart to overflowing. "No," she replies. "I made this decision a long time ago."

With that, she raises herself up and reaches down to grasp his shaft. She positions it correctly and then starts to lower herself onto it. As it enters, it feels like electric current is shooting up into her brain as the sensation threatens to overcome her. Lowering herself more, she starts to feel resistance. She was expecting this. Slowly she applies a little more pressure, causing it to become a little painful. Biting her lips, she starts to push further, but is stopped.

Keitaro pulls her up slightly, relieving her a little. "Go slow," he whispers.

Nodding, she again lowers herself, reaching the point where she was before. To her surprise, it does not hurt as much. Emboldened by this, she lowers herself even further. The pain returns, and she raises again until it subsides, then lowers again. Getting even further this time, she is rewarded with small snap. She sucks her breath in as the pain threatens to overtake her. Keitaro grabs her and pulls her to him, wrapping his arms around her. "It will subside in a second," he says in her ear.

A small tear escapes her eye as she grits her teeth. Lying on his chest she breathes heavily, trying to will it away. After a moment, it seems to obey. She experimentally rocks up and back on him, and to her delight, the pain is almost completely gone. The sensation in its place is indescribable to her. Another tear escapes her eyes, but this one is caused by the ecstasy of their intimate embrace rather than the pain of losing her virginity.

She leans up on him and looks into his eyes, reaching up and tracing the contours of his lips. "What was mine is now yours," she whispers, and then leans in a catches his lips in hers. As she kisses him, she slowly starts to rock back and forth, each wave sending a shockwave straight into her soul. The room, the futon, the brunette still lying beside them, all of it disappears in her mind. There is only her and her Sempai. Him giving her what she has desired since they met, and her giving him what he deserves.

Her heart begins to palpate as she increases the rhythm, causing Keitaro to gasp in pleasure. Snapping out of her trance, she slows and reaches forward, again placing a finger on his lips. She glances over to the sleeping Naru, then back to him and he nods in understanding.

Suddenly, the brunette shifts in her sleep, nearly sending the couple into a panic. Rolling towards him, the brunette turns onto her back. Keitaro and Shinobu freeze, waiting for the imminent explosion. But it fails to materialize as Naru moans lightly and settles into her new position. Both of the lovers let out the breaths they had been holding.

Shinobu lifts herself off of him, and then slowly turns herself until she is facing his feet. Standing on her tiptoes, she squats down on top of him again, allowing him to completely fill her. Placing her hands on his thighs, she steadies herself and she starts to bounce up and down, causing wave after wave of pleasure to crash in to her. She feels powerful. She feels in control. She can now set the pace and she does so with zeal, thankful that the futon on the floor does not transfer motion like a regular bed would. Faster and deeper she goes, she can feel her juices flowing down over him. From behind, she feels Keitaro massage the checks of her ass, then move his hands underneath to assist her bouncing.

As she continues, she can feel the warmth begin to build up inside over her. Gasping and panting, she quickens the pace even more, looking to get every last morsel out of him. This may be the one and only time she will get to do this, so she must not waste this opportunity. Faster and faster, she feels a pressure building inside of her, approaching a peak. Almost losing herself, she rolls up her t-shirt, sticks it in her mouth and bites down. She so wants to scream in pleasure as her release nears, but she knows she cannot.

Suddenly, her whole body tenses as the wave crashes down on top of her. Contractions from her womb roll over his shaft and her juices start to gush out. She jerks her head back then forward, almost losing her balance. Leaning forward as the waves subside, she releases the t-shirt from her mouth and the breath she so desperately kept, lest the sound of her ecstasy escape.

She finally relaxes and leans back, putting her hands down on the futon on either side of her lover, careful to maintain their connection. Oh my god! she screams in her mind. She had no idea it would be like this. Breathing in and slowly letting out, her breath shudders as it escapes. She twists slightly and turns to look over her shoulder at her Sempai, to thank him. What she sees nearly causes her to bolt from the room.

She had completely lost track of everything as she made love to Keitaro. During that time, Naru had once again shifted towards him, throwing her arm over his chest. When Shinobu leaned back, she had missed putting her hand on Naru's arm by mere millimeters. She freezes for a second, not daring to move. Keitaro has a look of absolute dread on his face.

After a moment of terror, she realizes that Naru is still sound asleep and completely oblivious to what is going on. Keitaro relaxes as well. He motions with his head to his right, and then starts to turn. As he does so, Shinobu goes with him. During the turn, Naru's hand slips off of him, much to her relief.

Much to Shinobu's surprise, Keitaro is still in her as they complete the turn. Now spooning against each other with her head resting on his right arm, she reaches back and grabs his head. Pulling him to her, she looks into his eyes and smiles, then draws him into a passionate kiss as she starts to rock against him again. He responds in kind, thrusting back against her ever so slightly so as to not disturb the sleeping form behind him who was now snuggling into his back.

Keitaro buries his face into her dark blue hair and she leans forward to get a better angle. She can feel him desperately trying to hold in his moans and keep his breathing steady. As the electricity between them builds again, he bends his right arm in to her, pulling her back towards him. She arches her back to maintain their connection as his left hand reaches around and explores her chest. He grabs hold and pinches one of her nipples, sending an electric jolt into her.

Biting back a gasp, she grabs his hand in hers and intertwines her fingers into his. She squeezes and he squeezes back, giving themselves something to focus on besides screaming for joy. As they move against each other, she feels him start to fill her completely. She can feel his panting against her back quicken as he continues to move against her, harder and faster now, no longer seeming to care if he wakes anyone. She is almost to that point as well. She wants to scream and wake everyone in the entire building to let them know what she is doing. In this instant, she is his, and he is hers, and nothing can take that away.

Her pleasure becomes his pleasure as the familiar build up starts again. As it does, she can feel him inside her, growing ever so slightly. He starts thrusting even harder as she rocks into him faster. As she reaches her peak, she feels him grunt in pleasure. As she crashes over, he pulls her closer to him with both arms, deepening their pleasure. She gasps as she feels him thrust deep into her and spasm. As her juices gush forth, she feels him gasp and shudder as he empties himself into her womb. She whimpers in pleasure and he gasps for air. Silently, she screams in her head, giving thought to what she so desperately wants to verbalize.

As the waves of pleasure subside once again, she feels a sense of calm overtake her. As he slips out of her, she turns to him and embraces him, nuzzling up underneath his chin. He strokes her back as they bask in the afterglow of their coupling. A soft sob escapes her lips, and he gently pushes her away and looks into her eyes. "What's wrong?" he asks in a whisper.

She sniffs lightly. "I have never been happier than I am here and now," she replies. "I wish this could last forever."

As if on cue, an arm snakes around Keitaro from behind him. Shinobu pushes away just in time before it touches her. His terrified eyes dart between it and the woman he had just made love to. She smiles at him as she fully disengages and gets up on her hands and knees. Crawling over to him, she puts her finger on his mouth. "No regrets," she says, and reaches in and kisses him on the forehead.

Picking up her clothes, she quietly glides back to the hole in the floor and slips through it. Sliding the cover back over it as she goes, she leaves her love behind. Careful to place the chair back into its original position, she quietly exits the room and returns to her own. Laying back down on her futon, she makes a pact with herself to always cherish the memory of the experience she just shared with her Sempai.

A smile plastered to her lips, she silently drifts off to sleep with one thought on her mind.

Dreams really do come true.

A/N: 10/20/2015 - Corrected some grammar and spelling issues.