Substitute

A Weiss Kreuz Fic by Murasaki Suishou [Murasakisuishou@yahoo.com].

No infringement intended, nor profit made.

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For the sixth time in a half an hour, Sakura turned her eyes from the wall 
to the French textbook which lay spread upon her desk. She had a test the 
next day, but she couldn't bring herself to concentrate on verb 
conjugations and proper nouns. Her mind kept wandering to some distant, 
fixed point, trying to unravel a particularly stubborn knot that chafed her to 
the very depths of her heart--though she had worked and worked at it until 
tears sprang at her eyes, and still, it showed no signs of budging. Sakura 
wondered if it ever would. 

"Why can't you love me, Aya-san? Just a little..." 

She found the words on the pages blurred and ran together. Sakura shut 
the text and switched off her lamp, sitting back in her chair to blot her fresh 
tears away with her fingertips. It was always the same, no matter what she 
did. 

After a time, when her vision had cleared, and her breaths were no longer 
so ragged, she looked around at her clock. In the twinkling of her 
nightlight, the numbers faintly glowed the hour of 11. Had she really sat up 
for so long? she thought, stretching her stiff arms out in front of her. And 
her still clad in her uniform. 

Sakura rose from her chair, turning to the glass door that lead to her 
balcony. Beyond it, she could see the night sky was clear, studded with 
winking, faraway stars. The pane grew frosty as she neared it, a round 
patch of white coaxed into being by her breath; it was cold under her 
fingertips, just like she liked it. Her room got so stuffy at night. 

Flipping the latch, she slid open the glass door, and drank deeply of the 
air, wondering if he were staring at the same sky, somewhere. If he were 
safe, even. The thought of him otherwise made her want to cry all over 
again. 

"I'm pathetic, I know," she whispered to the shadows. "But...Aya-san..." 

Sakura bit back the words, and spun on her heels away from the door in 
her despair, hating herself for her weaknesses. She would go to bed, she 
told herself. She would forget him, there were other things in life that were 
more important than whether or not Fujimiya Aya would ever love her.

Abruptly, Sakura stopped in her tracks in the middle of the room, for a 
shadow had fallen upon the wall opposite, parallel to her own smaller one. 
Someone was behind her, she knew, and Sakura whirled about, hoping 
with all her heart that maybe...

A hand clapped firmly across her mouth, stifling any noise she might have 
made. Instead of feeling afraid, though, she was overjoyed, because it 
was him! Aya! His eyes sparkled at her in the wan light. His hair was 
tousled, and his cheeks had been reddened slightly by the chill in the air; 
she knew it would sting him if she cupped his face in her warm hands. If 
she hadn't been so startled, she might have done it. 

"Quietly." 

Sakura nodded with wide-eyed emphasis, and Aya slowly drew his gloved 
hand away. She licked her lips nervously under his burning regard, and 
found them faintly bitter from the leather that had touched her. 

"Aya-san..." she began softly, a question in her tone. But he said nothing, 
only swept a lock of her long dark hair between his fingers, the back of his 
hand grazing her cheek. A tiny shiver wracked her thin body. 

"Aya-san?" she began again, when the silence had drawn out far longer 
than did make her comfortable. "Why did you come tonight?" 

"I had to see you." 

She felt a blush rise in her cheeks, and quietly hoped he didn't notice. "A-
are you in trouble?" 

His hand slipped to her shoulder. "...No." 

It was the last word she heard before the mouth that had uttered it 
descended upon hers. The kiss jolted the dregs of sleep from her body, 
the way his lips played, nibbling and sucking softly. She felt his hand slide 
into the heavy veil of her hair, free now of the glove that had clad it. His 
fingers danced down the gleaming strands, tapping her back here and 
there as they moved, and her heart rose in joy. Aya was in her room, 
holding her in his arms, kissing her! Sakura could scarcely believe it was 
happening. 

At length, he released his hold on her, and she crept slowly backwards, 
smiling at him until she reached the nightstand where a tiny blue ginger jar 
lamp rested. She turned then to switch it on, wanting so much to see him 
in full color. His voice stopped her. 

"Don't turn on the lamp." 

She paused, hand hovering at the switch, then turned back to him with an 
indulgent smile; it was an odd request, but...whatever made him happy, 
made him want to stay with her was okay. 

"All right," Sakura said, shyly holding a hand out for him to take. Aya 
caught it, and pulled her to him again, this time kissing her with far more 
passion than before. His tongue twined with hers, and she melted against 
him, not minding so much when his touches grew bolder. He spread 
caresses over her naked thighs, to the very edges of her panties, where 
the elastic binded her. But at that point, Aya pulled back a little, fixing her 
with his intense gaze. 

"You can," she said breathlessly. "Anywhere! I-I don't mind, just...don't..." 

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and her voice faltered into 
silence. "I won't. I'll be careful." 

Down onto the bed he led her. Aya's fingers met with her hips again, and 
Sakura turned her face away, eyes closed, wanting him so much, wanting 
to savor it. The scrap of cotton that barred him from her slithered away, 
and landed with a muted plop on the floor. Kisses smacked all hushed and 
warm along her legs, moving upward, inching them apart along with the 
undulations of his hands on her. 

He kissed her there, nuzzled her hooded clit with the tip of his tongue, and 
Sakura muffled a cry with the back of her hand. No sooner than had that 
ripple died did he touch her again, drawing her legs around his narrow 
hips as he eased himself into her welcoming body. 

It had hurt, that initial thrust, and she gasped against his shoulder, 
clutching at him. Aya worked free of her grip, forcing her hands away, and 
tearing at the buttons of her white uniform shirt. He spread the open edges 
aside, clawed the straps of her bra from her shoulders as far as he could 
get them, until the tender swells of her breasts escaped the satiny 
confines of the cups that had held them. Her tawny nipples pebbled under 
his mouth, and he suckled at them, one after the other, dropping kisses on 
the curving mounds. 

Sakura clung to him, writhing under the onslaught of his hands and cock. 
It didn't hurt any more when he took her, though she ached; it wasn't 
enough, but it was all. His hair brushed her naked skin, the earring he 
wore danced chill and hard in the vale of her bosom, tickled her sides. She 
held him loosely by the shoulders, letting him arch over her as he pleased, 
for with every solid push he dealt her, it stoked the pressure that was 
building inside her, radiating outward from her core...

Her orgasm rocked like fireworks in her head, blinding her to all thought. 
The hurried rub of his sheathed flesh inside of her was all that mattered. 
She felt him jerk, his penis twitching along her slick walls, but Sakura was 
only dimly aware of Aya crumpling on the bed beside her, at last spent 
and sated, still holding her in his arms. His breath came fast in her ear. 

"I love you," Sakura murmured happily, raking her fingers through his hair. 

"I love you..." he whispered, voice muffled in her spilled hair, "Aya."

~*~

Owari