C. Lynne Mackey (drmack) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-01-21 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | clara mackey, masakazu hironobu |
Who: Clara Mackey, Masakazu Hironobu
What: After being married for over a week, the newlyweds spend an evening together.
When: Wednesday, 21 Jan, Night
Where: Harbor Steps Apts, Akuma, Pennington Condominium
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
Masa was not at all happy to have married Clara, but Ichi seemed to be okay with her...
Well, and they'd have to sleep together eventually, so he figured it would probably be in his best interest not to be a jerk to her constantly. So, dressed in the ostentatious garb of someone with too much money and a top spot in the Oricon charts, he made his way to her apartment. He chose to forego the doorbell and simply banged on the door, waiting impatiently for an answer. "Maki!" he called, using her last name... Or, er, something that sounded similar. "Come out!"
Clara had just returned home from work, and was preparing to go to the gym when she heard loud knocking on her door. If the unexpected and annoying interruption wasn't a big enough clue as to who it was, the voice calling on the other side was. Her husband.
She stormed to the door and hastily pulled it open before he could cause any damage or disturb more of her neighbors. She saw the way he was dressed and arched an eyebrow. In stark contrast with his extravagant attire, she was dressed in a sleeveless jersey, sports bra, and shorts. If it was anyone else, they might have felt under-dressed. "Did I forget something?"
"No," he said, eyeing her. "Put better clothes on. Come to the bar with me." He gave her a grin. His hair was spiked out and he had all his jewelry in - Lip, nose, eyebrow, several earrings... Masa even had heavy eyeliner on and pink eyeshadow, and a pair of sunglasses perched on top of his head.
"Come on, come on. Go, now. Hurry." He was eager to have a drink or two, and part of him was wishing he'd just gone by himself.
"You have to be kidding me," Clara crossed her arms, not moving from where she stood in the doorway. "I worked a twelve hour shift today, I have to be at the hospital at four tomorrow. I can't drink. Why do I need to go to a bar with you?"
"Celebrate," Masa said, as if it made sense. "We need to be friend, or at least..." He searched for the word. "To-ler-ating." He spun his car keys on his finger, trying his best not to be mad at her. "I will pay. Come on. Yes."
"You're not going to leave unless I leave with you," Clara observed with a frown. She weighed her options, on one hand she could shut the door in his face and ignore him. On the other, she didn't want to deal with the inevitable tantrum.
She stepped away from the doorway so that he could at least wait inside of her apartment. The space clearly belonged to someone who didn't spend much time at home at all. In fact, she didn't have to waste much time packing since most of her belongings were still in the boxes from when she initially moved in a year ago. "I'll change."
Masa looked around with distaste. Really? Why would she want to spend all her time here, and not at his place? He scratched his neck, then nodded. "Okay," was all he said, and he leaned against a wall to wait. Why were all her things in boxes?
Clara opted to swap the jersey for a dark blue vest and changed out of the athletic tights into an ankle length black skirt that had a long slit along the side. It was no where close to as flashy as what her husband wore, but it suited her fine.
Considering he was wearing enough makeup and hair product for the both of them, she didn't bother putting on any or change her hairstyle. She pulled her knee high leather boots and matching coat from her closet. "Okay, bar."
Masa regarded her for a moment, before nodding and heading out the door without a word. Soon they were outside, where his incredibly flashy blue car was waiting. He opened the door for her. "Don't touch anything," he said seriously, before shutting the door and walking around the back to get in on the other side.
Clara rolled her eyes as she sat on the passenger side, fastening the seatbelt and idly looked around at the interior of the car. There really wasn't anything in the car she would care to touch, even the radio as long as the volume wasn't too high.
She waited until he was in the car to ask, "where are we going?"
"Akuuumaaa," Masa said brightly, starting the car up and pulling out rather quickly. He moved onto the street and seemed to be driving without any care for his own safety or the traffic laws. "It's very good." He punched the button to turn on his CD player.
"Akuma?" Clara asked as she instantly went for the volume dial, while she normally preferred to keep the volume up in transit, it was a pet peeve to have to raise her voice to be heard. When he narrowly missed a red light she grumbled, "try not to kill us before we get there."
"No promises," he said, pleased that he could make that kind of remark in English. He was getting just a bit better. "It's a good bar," he said, reaching down to turn the CD player up a little. "And some food."
"As long as you're paying," Clara smirked as she watched the scenery change from the window, "and not one of those crazy dance club type places I'm fine with it."
Masa shrugged. "Some people dance," he said, taking a corner rather sharply. "But mostly drinking. It'll be good, I promise... Ah!" They pulled into the parking lot of a building shaped like an old Japanese building. "Here we are!"
Clara opened the door for herself and got out. Given the name of the place, the exterior wasn't surprising. From the looks of it, it was the sort of place she would have frequented back when she was younger and had the resemblance of a social life. She looked over the car at the man who was technically her husband, "not bad. So far."
Masa nodded and gave her a grin. "What did I say?" He turned the car off and stepped out, locking it and tucking the keys into the pocket of his too-tight pants. "Come on, come on." He was eager to get back - It had been an unpleasant couple of days, and a trip to Akuma was always just what he needed.
Clara walked toward the front doors, to an outside observer it would seem she was by herself considering the distance she kept between herself and the man with her. Even when he was standing next to her, she seemed completely indifferent to his presence. It seemed just as well, any attention he was not getting from her he was getting from the various people who recognized him.
"My aren't you Mr. Popular?" she called over a pair of girls who seemed very intent on the very least getting a picture with him. "I'll get a table." She waved and made her way to the coatcheck.
"Uh huh," Masa said, giving her a grin. "Okay. You do." He turned to the girls and patiently waited while they took several pictures with him. He even gave hugs and there were a few autographs before he moved onto his table twenty minutes later. He looked pleased with himself - It had been a good night so far. "Did you order?" he asked.
Clara gestured to the bottle of sake and set of matching cups set at the center of the table with one hand, not immediately turning her attention away from her blackberry. "I didn't order food. I don't know what you eat."
She pressed send on the email she was composing and put the device back in her purse. "Do you want me to pour your drink?" she couldn't sound less sarcastic even though she was making some effort to be polite.
"Oh, good." Masa was about to say something else, but he stopped and raised his eyebrows. Well! "Thank you, koibito," he said. He was trying to be nice, and she didn't seem like she was. It was hard. He didn't like people. If she was going to be that way, so would he. "You're too kind."
"If I'm stuck as your wife, I might as well act the part," Clara muttered as she poured sake into his cup. She was familiar with the customs and she had the practice. "This is easy."
Masa took the cup from her and drank it quickly, rolling his eyes. He flagged a waiter over and ordered a beer and some sushi (this was one of the few places he found tolerable for it), then looked expectantly at Clara. "What do you want?"
"Unagi, masago, and a plate of tonkastu," Clara ordered after glancing at the menu. As much as she would love to get a plate solely composed of sushi, she needed to limit how much fish she ate. At least for a few months anyway.
The waiter left and Masa poured himself another drink, as well as one for her. "There," he said, pushing it towards her. "Drink it, it's good."
"Thanks," Clara took the offered cup and drunk it down. While she rarely drank, she was someone who apprieciated well-made sake. "I know, I was the one who ordered it."
"Oh, well." Masa rolled his eyes again and looked up at the ceiling. This was not as fun as anticipated! "You should loose yourself."
"Loose myself? How would I do that?" Clara grinned and poured herself another glass, "This is how I enjoy myself. Don't hold back because of me. Have your fun."
"Don't be so serious." Masa was surprised by the grin, but grinned back.
"I am how I am," Clara replied as she lifted the cup in a toast. "I'm not serious, just tired. I had to work at the hospital at three-thirty this morning. If I wasn't here, I'd go to the gym for a little while, then sleep."
"Three-thirty?" Masa raised his eyebrows. "That's time to go to bed. Not go to work." He touched his cup with hers, then sipped only a little. "They have good sake here. Some places suck."
"When a baby needs to be born, it won't show up on anyones' schedule. Most of the time." Clara shrugged off the mention of work and nodded in agreement to the rest, "Some places will go for the cheap stuff."
"Oh," Masa said. He'd thought it was something you scheduled, like a surgery. ...Huh. Maybe he needed to study up on this baby thing. "Cheap sake is fuckin disgusting."
"Yeah, I once had some that tasted like flavorless cough syrup," Clara laughed, "it was disgusting. We didn't stay for the food."
Masa laughed as well. "I don't blame you. Shit." The waiter came back just then with their order, and Masa took his gratefully. "Good! Yes."
Clara whistled in approval, the food looked authentic and high quality. She grabbed a pair of chopsticks and picked up one of the eel she ordered, "Now this is food."
Masa had already put a piece into his mouth, and he swallowed then popped the cap off of his beer. "Yeah," he said in agreement. "I like it here."
"It's been awhile since I've been out to a place like this," Clara picked up the cup of green tea she ordered to go with her meal, "or go out. My life's my work."
"My work is life," Masa said thoughtfully. "But I go out for work. So that's it, for me." He would have admired her hard work and dedication if he'd thought o fit.
"You've got a job that's fun for you," Clara shrugged, and pointed to a pair of giggling girls sitting in a booth not far from where they sat, "my job is fun for me. Probably not your kind of fun. The end results are the same. You get to be the best and brightest, at least until the next time."
"That's good," he said, turning to wave at them. "I like my job. You should like what you do." He took another bite of his food.
"I looked you up, you seem pretty successful," Clara said as she picked at her tonkatsu, "it's a shame you're stuck here married to me. Do you ever plan on going back to Japan?"
Masa was quiet for a little while. "When they admit we didn't do anything," he said, taking a sip of his beer. "Then I will go back."
"Do you honestly believe there is a chance that will happen?" Clara asked pointedly, not intending to be mean but looking at his situation realistically. "I think if they were going to do so, they would have done it by now."
"I don't know. I want them to. But they maybe will not." Masa sighed a little. "I miss."
Clara nodded faintly, the alcohol always did manage to make her feel nostalgic, "I've never been there, but grandma grew up there. She misses Japan deeply, but her only family is here. As long as you have some reminders of home...you have your friend. Your music. Your fans. That's something."
Masa nodded after a moment. "Yes. Uh huh." He looked at her, surprised. "Your grandmother?"
"Not by blood. When I was a Hatayama she was my grandmother," Clara smiled faintly, "even after the divorce she still thinks of me as family. I practically grew up in her home. She is almost the only real family I have." That bittersweet revelation needed more than tea, so she reached for the half-empty sake bottle.
"I see..." Masa nodded. That was her first husband, huh? Seemed strange that someone would give her up... But then he remembered how she threw out all his sweets. "Where are your parents?"
"I never knew my father, and my mother never really wanted me." Clara admitted bluntly, "You don't need to worry about meeting any in-laws. So how about your family?"
That was... Pretty bad. He frowned. Would his own child grow up with the knowledge that he didn't want her? "My parents had me, but my grandfather took care of me. When I was twelve I didn't play piano anymore, and when I was sixteen I got signed and moved out. I haven't talked to any of them since, and they haven't tried to talk to me." Japanese seemed better for this sort of thing.
"So we have something in common," Clara sighed and cast a glance at the man, actually looking at him directly for the first time that evening. "When my turn comes up, I'm not going to be like my mother. My child will be cared for. I can promise you that."
Masa nodded. "I'm glad." Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but... "Maybe I help. We'll see."
"We'll see. Depends on if there is a baby to worry about," Clara winked and settled back in her seat. "No need to worry about something that might not come to pass."
"What do you mean?" Masa asked, tilting his head. Was she infertile? Well, that would solve a lot of things!
"After we're injected with the serum, we still have to make an effort to make a baby," Clara pointed out, "that takes commitment, from both sides. I'm not so convinced that you'd even want to go that far."
"If we don't, they'd send us the reeducation center, wouldn't they?" But he was listening. He took the last of his beer, then set the empty bottle on the table.
"They would, and I've had to visit my patients there, you don't want to go there," Clara sighed and took a deep breath, "You are lucky you got picked with someone who handles reproduction for a living. We have options. If you don't want to have sex with me, you don't have to."
"You're not repulsive or anything," Masa said, leaning back. "But if you don't want to have sex with me, you don't have to. I don't want to sleep with someone who doesn't want to sleep with me."
"I won't rule out sex with you in the future," Clara grinned at him before continuing,"AI is expensive, if the first few tries don't take...I'm not made of money."
"I am!" Masa said, then waved the waiter over to get another beer. "Don't worry. It happen how it happen."
"Right." Clara nodded, gesturing to the waiter to refill her tea instead of more sake. She might get called in for work at any time. "It will happen, if it does."
Masa nodded. "What if it doesn't happen? Then what?"
"The government gets involved, and if that doesn't work they'll break us up." Clara answered grimly, "We don't want the government to get involved."
He frowned. "Yeah. Definitely not." Shit. That would suck. It would be better not to have them sticking their ass into it.
"With the new law, it is easier to split with a child than without one," Clara sighed again.
"I've already resigned myself to this arrangement," he said, though now he only seemed to be picking at his food. He made a face, then took a whole bit of unagi and ate it. "I just hope that we can conceive quickly." His habit of switching between English and Japanese for complex thoughts was probably mildly irritating, but he didn't care.
"You and me both," Clara muttered and glared at the man when he picked up food from her plate. His lack of manners didn't surprise her, but she would think by now he would know better. In punishment she grabbed his unfinished beer and placed it next to her out of his reach. "Trying to concieve is not as easy as you would think, even with the serum."
"I thought drink was bad," Masa said, giving her a grin. When he was in the mood for it, she was fun to play with. When he wasn't, she was a bitch. He poured the last of the sake and drank it. "So we fuck more than one. What's hard?"
"It might sound like fun, but after awhile," Clara grinned at him, "I wonder if you'll be one of those men who start whining at me once their wives don't get pregnant. Then the insecurity sets in. Then they can't get it up. The wives get sick of the sex, bored. Months go by and no baby. You'd be surprised how often I have to deal with it."
"I won't!" Masa said, looking offended. "You're not the ugliest girl I've fucked." He reached across the table and snatched his beer back. "You just wait."
"You're just all talk," Clara practically purred, clearly enjoying getting under the man's skin. It wasn't Masa's fault she was in this situation, but she held no qualms against taking it out on him. "I've had better, but you'll do."
"Fuck you." Masa finished his beer and slammed the bottle down with a thump. "I'll fucking proving it to you if you want."
"Fuck me? You couldn't handle me," Clara laughed and eyed him from across the table, She was never one to back down from a challenge, even one like this. "Alright. You want to prove it. Prove it."
Masa stood up, wobbled a little, then pulled his wallet out and set the money for the tab down on the table, as well as a sizable tip, then gestured for her to come with him. "Fine. I will."
Clara smirked at him when he stumbled, "if we're leaving here, I'm driving." She stood from the table and stood next to him with her hand in front of him. "Well?"
"Don't hurt her," he said, handing her the keys. He sighed, then followed her out the door. They were both in for a long night if he had anything to say about it.
"Your precious car is safe with me," Clara spun the keyring around her index finger. "I'd drive better than you sober even if I was drunk."
She stopped by the passenger door and opened the door for him. "Get in."
Masa sat heavily in his seat and pulled the seatbelt on. "Go," he said, tilting his head back. It wouldn't be difficult. He was going to show her, damn it.
Clara revved the engine and pulled the car out of the parking lot. For all of her claims at being a better driver, there was little difference to the way she handled the car. Clara was an unapologetically aggressive driver, with little patience. She changed lanes often, refusing to slow for slower drivers and would only stop if she was legally required to do so.
It took little time to get to her destination. She opted to go to his place instead of hers, the last thing she needed or wanted was to have him in her place in the morning.
Masa didn't seem to notice her driving at all, since he was used to that, and climbed out of the car with only a little bit of difficulty. He stretched a bit before heading up to his apartment, not even bothering to wait for her and going inside. "You want a shower first?" he asked, turning around when he got the living room.
"Yeah, I do," Clara answered, surprised that the man even considered it. Most anything he did seemed fueled by self-interest. She pulled off her boots and drapped her coat on the back of a chair and looked at him with with a grin. "You're not going to use my shower as a chance to hide in your room?"
"No," Masa said, shrugging. "I'll take my makeup off." He pointed at his face, then headed for his own bathroom without another word.
She rolled her eyes at him, that answered that. She went into her room and gathered a change of clothes before she went into her bathroom. Her showers were always short, far too accustomed to only having a few minutes of personal time before moving to the next thing.
Ten minutes later, she was standing at the doorway of Masa's bedroom clad in the sports bra and a pair of shorts. What she usually slept in.
Masa was sitting on the edge of his bed, taking his many piercings out and depositing the jewelry in a small box. His makeup was all gone, but he was pale as ever. Once he was done taking his jewelry out, he snapped the box shut and turned to her. He was still wearing what he had been when they had gone out, but he fixed that quickly and pulled his shirt off to reveal more of his many tattoos - Unusual for a Japanese man. "Well?"
If she was nervous at all about getting in bed with a man she barely knew, she didn't show it. There is a lot one could say about alcohol's effect on inhibitions. Clara strode over to the bed, instead of sitting on the bed next to him she choose to straddle his lap and clasped his shoulders with her hands.
She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "You're the one with something to prove." With that she pushed him back, hard.
Masa was surprised by her forwardness, but a wide grin appeared on his face and he put his own hands on her hips. "Eager," he said, laughing just a little. He ran his fingers lightly up her back before pulling his hands forward to trace invisible designs over her bare stomach. "And I will prove."
Clara laughed softly and traced the lines inked into his skin with her fingers, "And you're not? This is your idea."
She reached down and grasped his wrists, and pressed his hands away from her onto the bed. "I'll let you try. But I'm not easy."
"Oh, of course not," he said, grinning at her. He raised his eyebrows. "This is going to be really difficult if you don't let me touch you. Come on, get up."
"I don't remember agreeing to make anything easy for you," Clara countered, releasing one of his hands. "I think you like it."
Masa used his free hand to prop himself up just enough to place a warm kiss on her neck. "This isn't about what I like, is it?"
"You're right, this isn't," she agreed and let go of his other hand to bring an arm around his back. It had been years since she allowed a man to touch her. There would be time to muse over the irony that she apparently needed government intervention just to even consider it.
Masa grinned, sitting up to wrap both arms around her and pull them both closer to the center of the bed. "More comfortable this way," he said. She seemed like the type. Maybe a bit of this would loosen her up. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, only lightly at first. If this was going to happen, he was going to do it right, and make her regret even suggesting that he couldn't perform.
Clara sighed when he kissed her lightly, it was holding back, something he would have to learn not to do with her. She liked to push and be pushed back. She let him lead the kiss to a point, breaking contact when it seemed he was really getting into it.
She leaned back and watched him with a grin. "Well? So far, I'm not impressed..."
Oh, really? Masa made a sound akin to a growl, then shoved her off and pinned her to the mattress with his hands on her shoulders. "Is this what you want?" he asked. He could be rough, if that's what she wanted.
"Yes," Clara laughed and grasped his arms with her hands, "no holding back, I can take it."
"Don't complain later," he said. He regarded her for a moment before leaning down and kissing her roughly, taking one hand off her shoulder to slip under her bra.
Clara moaned and cupped the back of his head with one of her hands. With her free hand she reached for her bra and pulled it off. If there was a virtue the woman lacked it was patience.
"Thank you," Masa said, then kissed her again roughly. It was one of the only times he'd probably ever say it in their government mandated relationship. He squeezed her breast harshly, and rolled the nipple between her fingers and dragged his teeth over her lower lip
She grasped the skin of his back and raked her fingers along the plane of his shoulderblades. Clara pressed her heels into the mattress and pushed her body off of the bed, pressing her body against him.
He laughed quietly, then kissed her neck and down to her collarbone. The feeling of her body pressed against his made him shudder, and he tried as hard as he could to repress it.
Clara reached between them and grasped the waistband of his pants, pulling at the cloth. "Not bad," she gasped and stroked a hand against his hip.
"I'm glad you think so," he said, propping himself up on his arms. He kissed down her collarbone, then moved down the center of her chest and stomach.
"Bite me," Clara muttered playfully, twisting his hair in her hand. "Let me guess, you have tons of practice."
"Huh." Masa nipped her playfully, then gave her a smirk. "You could say that."
"Come on, Mr. Rock and Roll," Clara teased, "you don't have a different person every night? You can tell me, your wife."
"Used to," Masa said, pausing to look at her. "Not many people know me here, but I get by."
"Excuses, excuses," Clara smirked, "if you wanted to, you could." She lightly tugged at his hair. "Don't stop."
"I'm married now, so there's only you," he teased. He nodded, then, and continued to lay kisses in a trail until he reached her shorts. After a moment's hesitation he pulled them down quickly and tossed them aside.
"I didn't think you were taking this marriage seriously," Clara teased back, laughing at his apparent hesitation at undressing her. For a brief moment her mind drifted to the memory of her wedding night with Gil, how he hesitated when he really had no reason to, she laughed at him too.
It was trying to avoid thinking of the past that she was provoking him to begin with. This was a game, just sex, it didn't need to mean anything. "Come on, don't be shy."
"I'm not shy," Masa spat back, covering that spot with his hand. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her for a moment before kneeling and pulling her legs over his hips. He seemed focused, now, determined to prove her wrong, and quickly drove two fingers inside. He had had a lot of practice, and it was time to put it to use.
"Bullshit," Clara hissed and propped herself up on her elbows, seeming to catch on that he responded better the more she antagonized him. "I'm still not sure. Are you going to fuck me or give me a pelvic exam?"
God Almighty, what was wrong with her? Masa glowered at her, then pressed his thumb almost painfully against that tiny bundle of nerves. "Shut the fuck up."
"Make me," Clara bit back a moan, not willing to let him have the upperhand just yet. Her body was just reacting normally to stimulation, he wasn't doing anything that impressive. At least that was what she told herself, "You're so used to having women that swoon just by looking at you, probably never had to try before."
Masa smirked. "That's true, they do swoon over me." He rubbed his thumb in a circle and curled his fingers inside her, watching carefully for any sign of a reaction.
"Men too? You're pretty enough," Clara teased and grinned at him, her voice shaking as her stomach muscles quivered. "Makes me wonder if getting turned on by you makes me bi."
"Yep." He wasn't really sure what to call his orientation, but it didn't really matter all that much. A grin spread on his face when he noticed her voice shaking, and her next comment. "Only if you want it to," he said. He began to rub his thumb more quickly, and stroked her softly inside with his fingers.
"Freak," Clara breathed and pushed up on her arms, lifting her torso off of the bed. She worked out enough that she could hold herself in that position for quite a long time, which was fine by her as the change of angle pushed his fingers deeper inside.
Masa tilted his head to one side and slipped another finger in. "And yet you'll still fuck me? My, my..." He changed his position and leaned down just enough to flick his tongue out and taste her with the tip of it.
"Guess that makes me a freak too..." Clara laugh rippled through her, setting off a tremor that shook her to her toes. She had to give him a little credit for that one. "God."
Ha! He was showng her, wasn't he? He got closer and moved his thumb, placing a kiss there before sucking just a tiny bit, his fingers still working her from the inside.
She couldn't even to try to pretend that she didn't enjoy it, but she wasn't someone who gave up control that easily, "harder, as fast as you can."
Masa complied, tempted as he was to ignore what she was saying. He was in control as he saw it, now.
"Oh God yes," Clara's arms shook, it was getting harder to hold herself up, but she saw letting go completely as letting him win. She promised she wasn't going to do so that easily.
The pulsing inside of her was reaching its peak, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting her off solely with his hand and mouth so soon. Instead of telling him to slow down or stop, she pulled her body away from him.
Masa made a soft sound of frustration. He'd been enjoying himself, as well - It was pleasurable to give pleasure, at least when she had been so cocky before. It proved that he had been right. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave her a quizzical look. "What?"
"Nothing. Having fun?" Clara asked with a quirk of her lips, still finding the nerve to provoke him even as her body tingled with pleasure. "Want to fuck me or do you still just want to fool around?"
"I was." Masa rolled his eyes, then reached out to grab her hips and pull her to him. "Fine, then~" He left one hand on her hip, stroking the skin there with his fingers, and used the other to guide himself.
Still wanting to keep this a game, as she felt him press inside of her she would pull back on her arms. Clara then pushed forward, taking him in only partway before pulling back again. Making him work for it.
"What are you doing?" Masa asked, trying to hold her steady with his hand on her hip. He sighed, then slammed his hips against her and leaned forward, putting both hands on either side of her shoulders. "You're weird."
Clara squeezed her legs against his hips, holding him still with her body, she was at least getting the workout she missed out on earlier, "says the one who wears more makeup than me."
That brought a laugh from him. "That true," he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. "You look like a doctor, though, and I look like a musician, so it's okay. Ne?" He kept one hand by her shoulder to keep himself propped up, and hooked the other arm under her leg. "There," he said, more to himself than her.
"Ah yes," the response less to his question and more to the change in position, with him supporting her weight she was free to move one of her arms over his shoulder.
Masa grinned, then began to move his hips slowly, gradually getting faster and faster. She did feel wonderful, and maybe it was the constant pushing against one another since they'd met that built his desire. He did so love a challenge - At least, when it was on his own terms.
She held on tight, pushing back with her body in tandem with the pace of his thrusts. Her fingers curled against his skin, pressing tight enough that she was sure it would leave a mark. Clara would be lying if she said she didn't like the feeling of how their bodies fit together.
He bit his lip, closing his eyes in concentration. It felt like it had been ages since it had been this good, though he would never ever admit that. He was going faster now, not quite pulling out as much as he had been before. He tried to push as deeply as he could, and though he was trying hard to be quiet, occasionally the smallest little sigh would escape.
She grasped the back of his head with her hand, urging him to go even faster with the movements of her body instead of words. She could sense that he was holding back, not letting go completely. "Come. Don't hold back."
He clenched his teeth, using all he could to thrust into her. She was right, he was holding back, but with her permission he stopped trying. It would come soon enough, and if she didn't, then there must have been something wrong with her. He'd done everything he could.
The sounds that she had held back escaped as she felt him push into her without inhibition. She couldn't resist giving in, her body pushed past its limits, all she could do is ride out the forceful release.
There it was. Masa cried out as he released, his body stiffening as he stopped moving within her. It had been ages since he finished like that, and clenched his hand in the sheets and on her leg as he emptied into her.
"God," Clara gasped, holding on to him tightly as she felt the warmth of his release spread inside of her. Through the haze in her mind she wondered if he had already been injected with her serum, it never crossed her mind to ask.
He had, but only just that morning. Ichi was efficient, and had set up the appointment quickly. He hadn't been exactly the best patient, but it had gotten done. He sighed as the last of the feeling began to ebb away, and he shifted to pull out and lie down next to her. His breathing was hard and ragged, and he ran his fingers through his hair to find it soaked with sweat. "Heh," he said after a moment. "I told you I prove it to you."
"Ha, Do you want a medal?" Clara looked over at him with a grin, "you were alright. Not bad." More like amazing, but she wasn't about to feed his oversized ego.
He rolled his eyes, then sat up a bit. "You can stay here tonight," he said. Not bad? Bah. She didn't know what good was.
"Did you take the serum at all?" Clara asked, it was rather important to ask, given she had taken the serum as well. "If so, I shouldn't get out of bed for an hour anyway." A better excuse than to admit that she didn't think she'd make it to her room in her current state.
"Yeah," Masa said, stretching a bit and sighing. "Morning today." He pointed at his arm. "They have to every month, huh?"
"Yeah, until I have a baby," Clara sighed faintly and rested a hand on her abdomen. "If this doesn't work, want to try again next week? Better chance of it happening then."
"Sure," he said. He propped himself up with his hand on his chin, then reached over and put his hand over hers on her stomach. "So weird," he said, frowning slightly. "Maybe I help. We'll see."
"You're weird," She grinned at him, the gesture was unexpected, but she found she didn't mind it. "Whatever happens, happens..."
Masa adopted a very wise look. "You speak the truth. I am supposed to be weird." He nodded, then, and sighed and flopped back on to his back with a grunt. "I'm sleeping now. Good night."
"Goodnight," Clara echoed, cutting back the impulse to tease him about announcing going to sleep like a kid. No reason to ruin a perfectly good afterglow.
She stayed in bed with him long after he had fallen asleep, before she carefully got up and went to her room to sleep. No point in waking him if she got called in to work.