|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-11-26 12:11:00
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Paramour, Persona 3 (Mitsuru)
Prompt: Persona 3 - Mitsuru - motorcyles - mine is special
Word count: 378
Summary: Mitsuru spends a little quality time with the one thing in this world she truly trusts.
Author's Notes: Five days before the end of Kinkfest and I finally get around to writing some actual porn. XD
Mitsuru hadn't meant to snap at the kid, but he was new enough not to have heard how she got about her motorcycle. Akihiko would have warned him if he'd been there; Yukari just gave the dark-haired boy a sympathetic smile as he backed off from the machine.
They retreated into Tartarus after that, and Mitsuru listened to her headset with half an ear as they made their way through the halls of the otherworldly building. They knew the routine by now, could handle themselves with minimal assistance from her. Their comforting chatter faded to white noise as Mitsuru hiked up her skirt and straddled her motorcycle.
She'd thought about naming it, back when she was younger and the bike had been new enough to her to be awe-inspiring. She'd tried out different names, ones that made her roll her eyes at herself now, before she'd learned that she hadn't needed to name it, any more than she needed to name every breath. It was her motorcycle, that was all. She knew it intimately - the shape of the handlebars against her palms, the sound of the engine and the warmth of it underneath her, the smell of leather and oil and hot metal - without needing words between it and her. Just as the seat pressed against bare flesh under her skirt.
No one would ever - no one could ever - see her like this. Pressing and rocking softly against the seat, two fingers sliding through her folds, Mitsuru gave herself over to intimacy with the one thing in this world or the next that she truly trusted. Her motorcycle was steady and strong between her quivering thighs, sharing its steely strength with her until she blushed and sighed.
The quality of the voices over her headset was changing: becoming strained, fatigued. Mitsuru reluctantly removed her hand and smoothed her skirt down. "Let's stop for now," she called over the headset. "We'll get a fresh start tomorrow."
A trio of affirmations answered her, and Mitsuru smiled and settled in to wait for them. She could be patient, even while her inner self quivered warmly. The delay would make her eventual release that much sweeter.
The orgasms were always better when she was on the road, anyway.