This one will have a couple chapters in it, so make sure to check back every once in a while until it's finished.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Edit: Sorry this took so long, for anyone following on here. Chapter 3 was posted to my FanFiction account a while ago, and for one reason or another it never got uploaded here.
To all my readers, I must formally apologize for the extended gap in any writing. I have had the first half of Chapter 3 written for a while, and was going to finish it up at the beginning of September. Then my desktop died. Had a hardware fatal error, was without a computer for a week. Then school happened. So that's why this took forever. So again I apologize to those following.
But excuses aside, alright everybody, here we go, last one. As per usual, all disclaimers carry from the first chapter. This will be the last chapter for now, but I have other ideas in the works, and those will be published in due time.
Chapter 3: Where We Belong
The click of billiard balls echoed throughout the bar, but that was one of the many sounds ignored by my senses. I was focused on one guy in particular in the crowd of college guys surrounding the billiards table. Ricky was here just like he told me he would be: on a Tuesday night, having fun with his friends at the bar.
I could see him from my little corner of the bar, concealed by the shadows and the obscurity of the atmosphere of the place. No one notices me, just as it was one week ago when I met him here. It was all quite similar, really. Only the situation could be considered much different.
Ever since that night, a week ago, I have been at war with my emotions. I want to see him again, but at the same time, I'm scared to find out what he will say. I don't know what he thought after that morning, when he would have awoken to find me gone.
The soccer game this past Saturday afternoon just adds to my confusion and indecision. The words he said surprised me, to say the least. I almost felt embarrassed under his stare. The way he was holding himself up above me was so . . . alluring. But what he said glued my mouth shut. I couldn't respond. I felt like cement, incapable of moving. When offered his hand, I needed all of my self control to prevent me from holding it longer. I know my teammates didn't believe me when I told them nothing happened, that it was no big deal, but what could I do? I couldn't go near him the rest of the game. I was scared of what could - or maybe even couldn't - happen.
Some uproar from the group in front of me stirred me from my thoughts. The group was breaking up, but I could tell Ricky was hanging back, at least for now. I could see him talking to someone, occasionally stealing a glance at me. I wonder what he is up to. . . .
Here I was, hanging around my friends on a normal Tuesday night. This night did not feel normal, though. Ever since I first walked into the bar, I felt a sort of apprehension. I couldn't place it or describe it anymore, just something felt . . . off. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, even.
I noticed Dani in the corner halfway through our round-robin play of billiards. I kept a mental note of that, but didn't think anymore of it. If she wanted to talk, she could initiate. I almost wanted her to. Eventually Brad came over and commented on the situation.
"Hey, look over there," he said, pointing, "Isn't that the same girl you collided with in the game on Saturday?"
"Yeah, I think so," I replied aloofly, "Why? What's the deal?"
He glanced over to her, then quickly looked back. "She keeps looking over here," he said. "At you. I think you should go over and talk to her."
I shrugged, trying to play it off as if I didn't know her well already. If only Brad knew about our relationship up to this point. "Eh, maybe. I might go over after we wrap up here for the night. After you guys leave," I said, with a little more conviction. It was probably meant to convince me more than him.
"Alright, whatever," he laughed. "I think you could get a pick up from that," he whispered so only I could hear. He punched my arm and laughed, and it was all I could do to laugh along with him, and act like that wasn’t the case already.
Our games continued, but I could still feel Dani's presence like a chill in the room. As we started wrapping up our fun, I thought to how I would handle this. Should I just walk right over, like nothing was wrong? Or should I start with an apology? That wasn't right, nothing happened that I needed to apologize for.
I became conscious that I was the last one at the table, and began to inconspicuously approach her in her corner of the bar. Ironically enough, another soccer game was on the TVs above the bar. But that was the least of both our interests.
I sat down without looking directly at her. She glanced over, with a look of "What are you doing here?" written all over her face. No amount of trying to have something to say prepared me for the silence that we let drag between us.
I decided to break it as casually as I could. "Would you like a drink?" I asked.
"Just a water, please," she replied gently. I motioned to the bartender and called for two waters.
When we got them, I finally worked up the courage to say something. "What's the deal with you, Dani?" I questioned, and I immediately winced at how harsh it sounded.
She blinked in surprise, sipped her water, and asked back, "What's my deal about what?"
From there my pent up emotions from the last few days came flooding out. I took a deep breath before starting. "I don't know," I sighed, waving my hand in frustration. "What happened at the game that made us seem so distant? What happened with the friendly, bubbly Umbreon I met a week ago? What happened between us that makes it so awkward to talk to you?" I looked at her, on the verge of losing it, when I saw a tear fall right down her cheek.
"I know how you feel. I-. I-I've been the same way all week. . . ." she said, and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. She put her head down on the bar, cradled in her arms. "I don't know!" she yelled, muffled from how she had her head down. "I've been a wreck all week! I can't get the thought of last Tuesday out of my head, and its killing me! I felt so bad about leaving you, and I regret it now. . . ." she explained. It was like someone turned on a faucet and Dani's feelings just came flooding out.
I felt bad seeing her like this. I decided to shift some attention. "Hey, look at me," I said to her. She turned her head just enough to look at me with one eye. "Is it okay to say I've been feeling the same way? That I really regret not saying more after that game on Saturday? That I've missed seeing you for the past week?" I told her, more of a confession than actual questions. I didn't really expect answers.
She just smiled and wrapped me up in a hug. We held each other like that for a good while. No words were spoken, but none needed to be. Just holding each other was enough to transfer the emotions we were feeling.
When we finally released from our embrace, I rested my hands on her shoulders, and looked her straight in the eyes. “Would you like to stay over my place tonight?” I asked.
She smiled at me. “I’d love to,” she said, then gave me another tight hug. Just holding her in arms made me feel better about all that had happened in the past week.
“Well,” I said, “Let’s go then. There’s no point in sticking around here.”
“Okay, fine by me,” she agreed. She took my hand and led me out the door, leading the way to my apartment. I assumed she wanted to get there, because she wasted no time in speed-walking down the block to my housing complex. I didn’t even have to tell her where to go. Which was a good thing, I supposed.
As we entered my small home, she tried pulling me over to the bed; I however offered resistance.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited that I’m back?” She asked, slightly crestfallen.
I pulled her over, turned her around, and pushed her toward the bathroom door. “I’m more than overjoyed that you’re here with me,” I said softly into her ear, “But there’s a problem. The Umbreon I’m looking at is not the true Umbreon I know.”
“Wait, what do you mean? Do I really smell like a bar that much?” she asked, clearly confused.
I pointed to the far wall. “Look in that mirror. If I remember correctly, the Dani I had such a great night with last time had blue rings.” I told her, trying to get her to catch on.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “Fine. But you better be ready for me when I get out,” she threatened.
She disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the shower turn on. I took off my shoes, throwing them in a corner, and took off my socks and shirt, tossing them in a separate pile. I lay down on my bed and looked up at the night sky. I thought about today, and how our whole situation changed in the past half hour. I closed my eyes, glad in the fact that everything was right between Dani and I again.
My peace didn't last long. I was shaken from my thoughts when a weight pounced on me from above. I opened my eyes to see Dani, now with blue rings, staring down at me with a smirk on her face. She had only a matching pair of pink lace panties and bra on. Nothing else.
She positioned herself so she was effectively sitting right on my waist. I was pinned. But I didn't have a problem with that. She leaned down slowly, closing her eyes, and I met her, locked in a deep kiss. I pulled her in closer, loving every moment that we were tied together. She opened her mouth and pried mine open with her tongue, allowing our touch to become the most passionate yet.
She kissed me a long time. I held her there, on top of me, one hand behind her head, the other on her back. When she finally pulled away, we both were breathing heavily.
"That felt so right," she sighed. "Only problem is, you have more clothes on than me," she added with a grin. She slid down my body, making sure to keep the most contact possible as she made her way to my lower body. The sensation of her short fur rubbing all over my body was beyond incredible. I didn't want the feeling to stop.
She sat up, and pulled my shorts off of me, leaving me in my boxers. "If we are to have some fun, you're going to need to be ready," she said seductively. She yanked my shorts off of me in one fluid motion, then enveloped my tip in her mouth. I was already semi-hard already with all the teasing, but within seconds I was full mast for her. She was in the lead, though, so I let her continue.
She slid down the length of my shaft, engulfing it all in her warm maw. Her tongue-work was out of this world. I immediately started to moan with pleasure. She looked up at me while she pleasured me, shining red eyes staring into mine.
I could hardly speak, but I managed to moan "That's wonderful, Dani." She was now bobbing up and down on my shaft, allowing no release of the pleasure. "T-there is no way I'm g-going to last like this if you kee-ep it up," I struggled out.
She slowed down, then let my member go with an audible pop, before sitting back up. She crawled back up my body, so she was hovering over my chest. She leaned over to my ear. "I'd say you're ready for some fun now, don't you think?" She whispered, her voice as sexy as she looked above me.
"Maybe, but it seems that you need a warm up too, my love," I said quietly, before lifting her up and flipping her over onto her back, with me on top now. "I can't be having all the enjoyment out of this, right?" I kissed each part of her body as I moved down, beginning with her cheek, then her neck. I kissed her left breast a bit extra long, at which I could feel her tail twitching beneath my legs. I kissed her stomach, then slowly slid down the pink lace in front of her pussy.
I licked once around her lower lips, then went straight in, earning a gasp from Dani. The taste of her was something amazing. Instantly, I couldn't get enough of her. I moved my tongue all around her hole, using great circular motions until I found her G-spot. She was squirming above me, and she shifted her legs so they trapped me with my face in her pussy. She reached down and pushed me in further, encouraging my exploration. She was either moaning my name or sighing and breathing heavily above me, so I assumed I was hitting all her right spots. Her juices started slowly, but increased more and more as I delved deeper into her honey pot.
Suddenly her entire body shivered, and her inner muscles clamped a vice on my tongue. Then a rush of fluids flowed out of her, of which I gladly licked up. I left her as clean as when I started. She released her legs' grip on me, and I crawled back face-to-face with her. Instantly, she pulled me down into another kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth the moment our lips connected. Our tongues fought for dominance. I could taste a mixture of her flavor and what I could only assume was mine. It wasn't the least bit awkward; it was the hottest thing all night.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, preventing me from pulling back, but I didn't want to. I could stay lip-locked with her all night if I could. I snaked my arms under shoulders, and gently unclipped her bra. I elevated my chest off her just a bit to remove the last article of clothing, then drew her in tight, and flipped so I was underneath again. We didn't let our embrace break for a solid five minutes.
Finally, she pulled herself up just enough so that she could speak. "I want you to convince me I was right in coming back. Make this better than last time," she whispered, with a smirk that seemed to challenge me.
I pulled her back down so I could say, evenly less audibly, "I'm going to make you wish you never left." I licked her ear in reassurance, then moved my hands to her hips, sliding her down my body. She took over, rising up enough to position my dick right at the entrance of her pussy.
I didn't let her say anything other witty comments. I thrust up into her, taking her by surprise. She instantly fell back over onto my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight to me while I propelled into her continuously.
"O-oh y-y-yes!" she screamed through gritted teeth. "Y-you feel i-incredible." I kept up the pace for a while, determined not to finish first. After a while, she tried to move along with me, but she was in too much ecstasy to rotate her hips in time. I reached down and squeezed her ass, holding her in place while I kept ramming into her. She was cooing and moaning even more, and she shifted so her chest was above me. She wrapped her arms around my neck so my face was right in her breasts, so I chose a nipple and latched onto it.
This only made her pleasure greater. As I worked my mouth around her right bust, licking and grazing the hard nipple with my tongue, her moans got to the point where she was almost incoherent. I was barely able to make out her yell "G-go f-f-faster. . . . F-fuck me good!"
I gladly honored her request. I relinquished my mouth work and focused all my energy on pounding into her even harder. She screamed out, maybe not even actual words, but I was sure she was feeling just as good as I was.
The feel of everything was beginning to get the better of me. My nerves were over-sensitive. I felt everything about her, her bear-hug grasp on me, the softness of her breasts in my face, the tightness of her pussy around my cock. Even her fur moving along me was contributing to my approaching climax. "I don't know how much I can keep this up, Dani! Not much longer!" I grunted to her.
"Please, fill me with your seed! I want it all!" she screamed. She let out one last yell of pure bliss, then her pussy clamped down on me again. The feeling of it all was just too much. I thrust up one last time into her before my seed rushed into her. I held her there, and while we hit our climaxes she kissed me one last time. Her tongue was already out, and I gladly chased it into her mouth. She reached down with her hands and placed them over mine, which were still holding onto her ass. She held us in place just like that, me in her, her on top of me. It was heaven. I didn't want that feeling of her on me to ever end.
We laid like that for a while, before she finally slid off of me, breathing heavily. I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, and pulled the covers up enough so we wouldn't be cold. Dani had slid onto her side next to me, so I carefully wrapped her in an embrace and drew her in close. Her blue rings dimly lit up the room, so that I could still easily see her silhouette. She had her back to me, and curled her arms around mine, telling me by her actions to stay like we were.
"That was incredible, Ricky. I never want to leave here," she said, fitting her head in the space between the pillow and my upper shoulder. She fit her foot in between my legs, and wrapped my right calf over her body, so I was like a blanket around her. The only sensation I could feel was that of her warm, furry body touching mine. It was as if I was hugging a rolled up flannel sheet, only the person in my hands was so much more. She rotated around under me so that we lay face-to-face, and she kissed me one last time that night. It wasn't a sexy, longing kiss. It was soft, passionate, loving.
I held her head there for a minute longer, then broke our lip-lock. "I'm so glad you came back. I want you here, by my side. It is wonderful being here, holding you in my arms," I told her.
"Don't worry," she replied. "You've made me feel the best I ever have. I want to stay right where I am." She snuggled closer to me, amplifying the feel of her body against mine. We fell asleep like that, and I woke up to the most beautiful person in the world held tightly in my arms.
Chapter End Notes:
A/N: Well, there you go everybody. My first chapter-fic comes to a close. Hopefully you all enjoyed it, however late the finale was. This story was partly inspired by a song (as most of my writing is), so I'll list it here, if anyone would like to check it out. Search for One Night Only - Trivecta and also Believe - Trivecta. He's a solid artist, so give him some love.
A note needed mentioning: Anybody following probably noticed how long the gap between the second and third chapters was. I apologize, part of that was my fault, part of it out of my control. All I can say is that with school starting up again, along with other various outside priorities, any new material from me is going to be far and few between for a while. I have plenty of ideas, and very little time to write them. Because of the course load of senior year, I'm basically reduced to writing on weekends only. So keep checking back every so often for new material.
I'll most likely have something up for Christmas, we'll see. Feel free to PM me, but until then, I'll see you around.