Hidden Lemons

(this takes place during chapter 25 of ‘Arise from Darkness’. Bakura shows Meanae/ Cheri just how much he cares for her.)

“Because…” Bakura moved closer until he kissed her softly, his hand reaching up to cup her face. “… I love you.” He pressed his lips against hers again but like before, she didn’t pull away. He kissed her deeper as her hands slowly reached up and threaded her hands through his hair.

Meanae didn’t know why she was doing this but, part of her wanted to do this. It wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed by him, to be in his arms, to be loved by him. She groaned softly as his hand moved from her cheek to the back of her head, wrapping his fingers around her hair. The other hand rubbed along her side, moving up then down.

Bakura groaned deeply, the kiss deepening he darted his tongue into her mouth. When he meet slight resistance he moved his hand to her hip and pushed their hips closer together. She gasped and he took the advantage. She tasted sweet, almost like chocolate but there was something else. He wanted to know what it was.

The young woman wanted to push him away but she did the opposite. She pushed up against him, releasing his hair she ran her hands down his back, gripping the jacket he wore she felt like her body was beginning to burn. Just as her tongue darted to taste the King of Thieves he pulled back. She blinked hazy eyes but he slowly pulled the robe open.

He gazed at her figure with an almost gentle if lustful look in his eyes. He took in the slight swell of her breasts, the slim waist and slightly wide hips. How he wanted to be the one to give her the joy of bearing children but, who knew what the future held? His gaze continued downward, settling at the hidden entrance of her womanhood he followed her long legs. Bringing his eyes up he looked into her brown gaze.

He tried very hard to hide his disappointment. This was not the woman he loved. Yes they had the same body but their eyes were completely different. Cheri... Cupping her face once more he leaned forward and kissed Meanae the Thorn.

The assassin meet him this time in the kiss, their tongues meeting in a duel she gasped but moaned as his other hand reached down to grasp her right breast, kneading it in a firm yet gentle grip. She rested her hand on his chest before gripping the shirt tightly. She wanted to feel him as well! Pulling the shirt up, she trailed her fingertips along his stomach, feeling the muscles twitch then relax. It felt smooth and warm. Moving both her hands under the shirt she pushed it up to reveal his chest. The skin was still smooth but warmer.

The spirit of the ring groaned deeply, feeling her hands he released her and grasped her wrists. Pulling them from under his shirt he pulled back but kept a tight hold on her wrists. He didn’t say anything but slowly pulled her towards the bed. The woman followed, knowing she could have pulled away from him but she didn’t want to now. She wanted whatever he was willing to give her.

They made it to the bed and Bakura released Meanae’s wrists. Still locking their gazes he moved to the other side of the bed until it was the only thing separating them. Saying nothing the two of them crawled onto the bed, moving towards one another until they met in the middle. This time though, the woman leaned forward and pressed her lips against the man before her. He slowly began to kiss back, reaching up to slide the robe down her arms until she was nude before him. Reaching out she pushed the jacket off his shoulders and began pulling the shirt off.

The albino pulled back but long enough to pull his shirt off, revealing his smooth and hairless chest. Leaning forward once more he kissed Meanae briefly on the lips before moving down the side of her neck. He nipped at the soft skin and moved down, gentle pushing the young woman to lie back against the pillows. Around them the curtains of the bed silently closed, enveloping them in darkness. He didn’t need the light as he nuzzled the heavy mounds, teasing the nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth.

“Aah!” the Princess of the Scorpions gasped, back arching against his ministrations she gripped his shoulder tightly, the other taking a tight hold of the satin sheets. The delicious torment felt wonderful as the former king seemed to be nursing from her breast. She didn’t mind and shakingly ran her hand through his hair, urging him onward. She groaned in disappointment when he pulled back then moaned in delight when he took the other nipple between his lips. She never noticed as his hand moved down her stomach, over his hips and slipped between her thighs.

He lifted his head when he heard the surprised gasp. Cupping the rising heat he slowly parted the folds and rubbed his fingers along the heat. Watching her body lightly quiver he pushed two fingers within and began to move them about. That brought a lusty moan that he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

“Do you want me?” he asked breathlessly, pushing his fingers in and out of the hot channel.

The assassin lifted herself to her elbows, panting softly. Her face was flushed and she was breathing a bit hard but saying nothing she spread her legs wider. Bakura took it as an invitation.

Quickly he removed his jeans and bowers, kicking them off he moved between her legs. Looking down at her he kissed her hard, holding the back of her head and pushed all the way into her heat until he was to the hilt. Meanae gasped and tensed but relaxed after a bit. It wasn’t until he started moving that she gave way to soft cries and pants. She titled her head to the side, her hands tighten in his hair and the sheets but Bakura didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, the albino thief was moving hard and fast, nearly pounding her into the bed as it were. Leaning over her body he panted heavily into the crook of her neck, jerking his hips in rhythmic time of his breathing. His hand released his hair and grabbed the sheets behind her, using them as leverage to increase the pace. His other hand grasped her hip in a bruising grip, fingers dipping into the soft skin painfully but he couldn’t stop. All he could think about this was Cheri under him, crying out his name, wrapping her arms around him, begging him to take her and impregnate her.

He shut his eyes tightly against the tears, biting his bottom lip tightly he felt his release ready to erupt. Burying his face deeper in the side of Meanae’s neck he felt the gold collar and thought back to when he presented the gift to the love of his life.

Cheri... I wish you become pregnant with my child... Anything to make you happy... he thought to himself a bit sadly.

Meanae continued crying out, feeling the delicious pleasure spread through every part of her body. In and out he slid, making her heart race and her blood run hot. Tilting her head back she gasped then gritted her teeth tightly. She couldn’t take it anymore! With a choked back cry she let go of everything she had and fell back on the pillows, gasping for air.

Bakura grunted and sat up pumped himself in the hot body below him re tre throwing his own head back, and held back the cry of satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt and released his sperm. Shaking lightly he jerked his hips several more times before going off his high. Panting for air he looked down at he young woman. She was already out cold, her chest rising and falling silently, her panting slowly breaking down into gentle breathing. Pulling out with a soft hiss he watched as she rolled onto her side with a tired moan. The King of Thieves wasn’t sure what to feel but, he felt empty. Sitting back on his hands next to her he sighed and tiredly ran a hand through his hair.

“Isis… Please let this be the right thing,” he prayed softly. Lying back on the pillows he pulled the cool sheets over the two of them. Sighing deeply he rested one arm above his head on the pillows, the other resting over his stomach. As soon as he closed his eyes he was fast asleep but not before a single name drifted from his lips

“Cheri…”