Misha Scene 6 - From The Window to the Wall

“[I just can't believe this.]” Shizune signs at us, mildly appalled.

Misha sits next to me at the table in a rather expensive restaurant, her hand clasped around mine and holding it up for everyone to see. It only took three months, but I've finally convinced her to break the news of our relationship to Shizune.

A lot of things have changed in these three months, actually. Ever since graduation, she's simply cut loose. Even though her hair retains its cotton-candy pink color, she's stopped curling and perming it, content to let it hang straight. She's also taken to wearing more conservative clothing, currently draped in a loose beige button-up shirt and a knee-length skirt.

I don't know what she was like before I arrived at Yamaku, but according to Shizune, she's starting to act like she used to. She's certainly mellowed out quite a bit, although one normally wouldn't be able to tell with how loud she still talks.

“[Yup!]” Misha replies as she releases my hand and thrusts her fork at the slice of cherry pie in front of her.

Shizune looks between us with a rather confused expression, as if it was the last thing she was expecting.

“[Congratulations!]” Shizune eventually answers with a clap of her hands.

We all dig into the various desserts laid out on the table, the silence very welcome as I try to think of something to say.

“[Did you ever find out if you were accepted or not?]” Shizune abruptly asks me.

“[Yeah, same school as Misha. Going for my Bachelor's in Chemistry.]” I answer.

“[Chemistry? You're going to graduate with a theoretical degree in THIS day and age? Try an applied science.]” she sternly answers, crossing her arms as she sits up in the chair.

“[I'm going to be a teacher, it'll work just fine.]” I return, having been told the same thing by numerous people.

“[What are you two arguing about now?]” Misha pokes in, taking advantage of the silent conversation with a bite of pie in her mouth.

“[College, Hisao wants to get an applied science degree, can you believe that?!]” Shizune.

“[Well of course, he's going to be a teacher, like me!]”

“[Ooh, did I tell you that me and Hicchan are going to the same university?]” Misha adds on.

“[Yes, you did. Your degree makes a little more sense though.]”

“[It'll work out just fine. What's more important is that you figure out what you want to do!]” Misha replies.

Shizune looks out the window as we continue our meal, deep in thought.

“[I'm very happy for you two.]” Shizune finishes.

“[Thanks.]” I answer, a little taken aback.

“[Thanks for being so supportive, Shicchan.]” Misha signs, slightly flustered.

“[You are going to stay in touch, right?]” I ask.

“[Well of course, I'm not going to spend 4,000 yen a month on texting I'll never use!]”

To prove a point, she whips out a rather new flip-phone and speedily types a message on it. The plastic slab in my pocket vibrates a few seconds later, while Misha's lets out a loud 'pi-KA' noise.

I tap a few buttons into my phone, letting the screen light up behind a row of black text reading 'Do your best!'. Shizune's phone vibrates shortly after, a warm smile taking hold of her face as she reads our responses.

It doesn't take long for the table to turn from an assortment of desserts; pies, cakes, and other treats –  into a stack of emptied plates, especially with these two. As soon as the plates have been cleared from the table, we all chat idly, reminiscing about events in the student council, talking about our futures and other such things.

“[Well, I guess this is it.]” she signs as she stands up and pushes her chair in.

“[You're already leaving?]” Misha and I ask in unison.

“[Lots of things to do. Busy busy busy. I'll see you two later.]” she signs as she backpedals towards the door.

She pushes the double doors open in a confident stride, both arms outstretched,  and marches across the road towards the subway, turning the heads of many passerby as she walks past.

“I guess it's just you and me now.” I turn and say to Misha.

“Yup!” she says as she places another empty plate on a stack.

“So, what now?” I ask.

“Whatever we want to do? We're adults now, Hicchan!”

“Or at least, you are until the bill comes.” I reply.

“We always split the bill and you know that!” she says, leaning into me.

“Always? I don't think once counts as always.” I argue, leaning towards her.

“Well it's not my fault that you insist on being such a gentleman.” she retorts.

“You can blame gender roles on that one.”

At this point, we've leaned into each other so much that our noses are practically touching. I'm unable to pull away because I know that she'll poke fun at me if I do, but at the same time I can't think of any other thing to say before she has a chance to one-up me.

“You have pretty eyes, Hicchan.” she says out of the blue, inches away from my face.

“All the better to stare at you with, my dear.”

We both pull away and erupt with laughter at the sheer stupidity of my counter-attack.

In the middle of our fun, the waitress shows up and places a black booklet on the table. Naturally, I'm left to open it and gawk at the ridiculous sum inside.

As soon as my wallet has been sufficiently emptied, Misha plants a kiss on my cheek and locks arms with me as we walk out of the restaurant. Her grip around me only tightens as we struggle through the afternoon crowds.

“Well we've got the rest of the day to ourselves, what do you want to do?” I ask the girl hugging my arm.

“Anything's fine with me.” she answers.

“Well I don't have any money for a movie or anything.”

“We could just watch a movie at my house again.”

“I guess we have to stop by somewhere and rent one, then?”

“Of course not, silly! The rentals are already sitting on the table, we have them mailed to us.”

“Oh, well isn't that convenient?”

“That's the point, Hicchan! The world evolves every day, so that humanity can become lazier and lazier!” she replies.

We both laugh as our pace speeds up to get home, ready to turn in for the day. The number of people we encounter dwindles until eventually we're strolling down the street without another soul in sight. Right around this time, rows and rows of white-walled houses comes into view. Misha fishes around in her purse and pulls a small keyring out as we cross the street.

Somehow Misha manages to remember which one is her Dad's and slides the key into the lock on the door. As soon as the bolt clicks, she pushes it open and enters, closing it once more as I walk in. I've been living with her for a month, so I've seen it a hundred times, but the house as a whole is rather plain – beige carpet, white walls and ceilings, and a rather sparse selection of furniture.

The only room that seems to have had any attention paid to it is the living room, complete with an oversized flat-screen TV, more speakers mounted on the walls than one should ever need, and what appears to be the comfiest couch in existence.

Misha slides one of the DVDs off of the shelf into the player while I jump onto the couch, laying back into its cushy embrace. Misha turns the lights off and joins me shortly afterward with a TV remote in her hand, pressing play on the movie before laying down on her side in front of me.

Naturally, my arms find their way around her waist and pull her closer to me, the strawberry scent of her hair teasing my senses. The pre-film teasers last a painfully long time, with the FBI warnings between each preview practically giving me a headache.

I imagine this is why we don't go to the theater much anymore.

The movie ends without incident, although I have to admit that Misha had to wake me up more than once. I guess no matter how well she and I get along, I just can't get into something like a romantic comedy.

“I liked it.”

“It was...okay.” I respond.

“No good?” she asks.

“Yeah, Adam Sandler just doesn't do it for me anymore.”

“I just grabbed it because everyone called it an instant classic. I guess that was a bit of a bad call?”

“If you liked it then I don't mind. I caught a few winks, anyway.” I answer with a bit of a smirk.

She climbs on top of me with a pout on her face.

“Well why don't you pick the movie next time?”

“You got mad at me the one time I did because I wanted to watch Braveheart again.”

“Oh yeah.” she replies.

“I will never understand why you don't like it. That's like, the best movie ever!” I say as I cross my arms behind my head and stare up at her.

“It was good, I just don't like movies with sad endings.”

“Maybe one day we'll find something we both like.” I retort.

“Maybe.” she answers with a smile.

Our lips touch as she leans forward, her hands wandering across my torso while I wrap my arms around her back, twirling her silky hair around my fingers. Her body writhes against mine, already itching to get to the good part.

She pulls my head closer to hers as our tongues intertwine, a thin layer of sweat already forming on my forehead. Before long, her fingers work their way around the buttons on my shirt, undoing them in an almost frenzied state.

“Whoa, Misha. It's only Wednesday.” I say as we pull apart.

“You'd rather wait til Sunday, Hicchan?” she answers between tired breaths.

“No, this is fine.” I concede.

“Good, I can't wait either!”

She doesn't give me any room to retort as as she leans in and kisses the scar on my exposed chest. I grab onto the hem of her skirt and lift upwards, letting my fingers sink into the soft flesh of her thighs.

Her own shirt starts to slowly come off as she fiddles with the buttons, my hands working their way up and down her shapely h-why does it sound like someone's opening the door?

“Shiina, I had to work a little overtime -hic-, you in here?”

Oh. Damnit.

“Ah, Daddy's home!” Misha hisses.

She hurriedly jumps off of me and straightens out her clothes, giving me room to sit up and fix the buttons of my shirt. There's still the issue of a certain area being more conspicuous than it should be, but that should be fine as long as I stay sitting.

Mr. Mikado staggers around the corner in his usual business suit. In fact, I don't think he ever takes it off. He simply walks home from his 16 hour work day, jumps into bed, and then wakes up already set to go back to the grind. His face remains clean-shaven as always, his black hair combed back, although a little disheveled.

He pokes his head into the room, his hand shuffling around the wall for the light switch. As soon as the room is illuminated, he drunkenly strolls in, laying his briefcase on the nearby table.

“Hey, how's your day beeeeen? I-”

His gaze sets on me as his body completely freezes up, his pupils waning into tiny, shaking beads. He remains completely still as his body waves back and forth, in a drunken stupor, his arms dropping to his sides and hanging limply as he cranes his head at me, his face completely devoid of any sense or focus.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Mikado?”

I stand up and start backing away purely out of paranoia. With each step I take away, he takes one towards me, his legs jumping forward in sudden, ratcheting movements. His shoes scoff across the hardwood floor, light screeches echoing off the silent room.

“Alexei...” he whispers.

“Hisao, run.” Misha quietly instructs me.

“What do you mean, run?” I ask.

“Would you look at that fur, друг...”

“Hisao, run!” Misha repeats.

My eyes dart around the room for an escape, choosing to trust Misha's words instead of sticking around. The only exit is behind him. Figuring that I've got nothing to lose, I make a break for the open doorway.

«Ты не получаешь от меня!»

As I start to round the couch, he jumps at me and wraps his arms around my belly, knocking the air right out of me. He picks me up and wraps me in a bear hug, spinning and flailing me around.

“No no no NO NO NO NONONONONO”

Misha yells for him to put me down as my nose comes within inches of the ceiling, his arms flexing as he lifts me over his head and prepares for a slam or throw of some sort.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

«Да ладно, твой папа дал мне больше АВАРИЯ!»

“STOP, ACK, STOP!”

«Получаете ли вы этот на камеры, АЛЕКСЕЙ!»

It isn't so much a problem of my heart acting up as it is my entire body being smashed into bits when he finally decides to finish me off. It was a nice life, but everyone's gotta go some time.

I flail around madly, trying to free myself from his grasp as he spins me around like an ice skater, but with much less finesse. Various paintings and other hangings get knocked from the walls as my feet brush against them, but somehow he manages to avoid the TV altogether.

As I begin to black out from the dizziness of being whirled around, he hurls me head-first at the open window across the room with about as much grace as a drunken hippopotamus. Luckily I slip right through without issue and land in the bushes outside of their house. The branches jab into me from every angle, but its certainly better than the alternative.

Mr. Mikado continues roaring in a foreign tongue I can't quite grasp from within the house, his loud stomps echoing outwards.

“AGH, DADDY, THE BATHROOM'S RIGHT THERE!” Misha yells in a panic as a certain other noise starts to fill the night air.

After ten minutes of simply laying here in the bush, completely dazed, Misha slips out the back door and runs over to me, her pink purse slung around one arm.

“He gets like this every once in a while.” she states, slightly winded.

I don't know what's more unnerving, the fact that there's a man who acts like that or the fact that his daughter is so readily accustomed to it. But regardless, if she isn't going to make a big deal about it, then I won't either.

“It'd be better if we spent the night somewhere else, though.” she adds on.

“And where would that be?” I ask.

“There's lots of hotels in town!” she answers.

A hotel. We all know what happens when two teenagers stay in one of those alone. However, I've felt my responsibility and maturity slowly dripping away ever since I first met Misha, so I can hardly say no.

“I don't mind one way or the other. I'd think anything is better than being thrown out of a window again.” I answer.

She giggles as she skips up next to me and grabs onto my hand.

“Well c'mon then! I know a nice place where there's always a bunch of unbooked rooms that they rent out for super-cheap!”

She helps me onto my feet and latches onto my arm, pointing into the city.

“So, why is your Dad so...crazy?” I ask as we walk down the sidewalk, the night-life of the city starting to wake up with all the expensive cars roaming the streets.

“Oh, that...” she answers, scratching her head as she thinks of an appropriate answer.

“I think it's because of that business trip to Belomorsk a couple of years ago. He left for a month and then came back completely different. He has those flashbacks every now and then.”

“Any idea who Alexei is?”

“Nope, no clue,” she answers. “maybe they wrestled bears or something together.” she concludes with a laugh.

“I don't think that's too much of a stretch, considering the way he tossed me around...”

“Well Daddy can't help it if he's strong, he does have a daughter to impress now.” she chimes, sticking her tongue out at me.

“Just got all kinds of people vying for your attention now, huh?”

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“See what I tell you, really cheap!”

In front of me lays a 5-star hotel room on the top floor. The price tag certainly wasn't in the “small-fortune” range, but I don't think Mr. Mikado will be too happy about the 5-digit sum on his next credit card bill.

Misha draws back the curtains over the massive window on the other side of the room, giving us an amazing view of the city below. On the long cabinet sits a large TV and a lamp, which paints the room in dim light.

She walks back and sits on the foot of the king-sized, patting the spot next to her. I oblige and take a seat next to her, the pillowy softness of the mattress buckling to accommodate me.

“Whaddya think, Hicchan?”

“It's certainly...nice.”

Oh dear lord is that an understatement. The bed alone looks more expensive than anything in Shizune's house. I'm almost afraid to sleep on it, since I might accidentally scratch the headboard or ruffle one of the pillows too much.

“Nice, huh? I guess I should've picked the other place then...”

“No, no, no, no, no, this is perfectly fine.”

She giggles, covering her cute smile with one hand.

“What's so funny?” I ask.

“Sorry, I was just thinking of how long its been.”

I crane my neck as I look at her, wondering what she could possibly mean.

“It's only been couple of months since we could all relax in the student council room. And yet it feels like it was so long ago.”

“Ah, yeah, I know what you mean. And yet here we are sharing a hotel room together, even though we're not part of the student council anymore.”

“Mhm! We're just missing one person...” Misha sighs.

“Shizune can take care of herself, and it's not like she's gone, she texted me on the way over here, actually.”

“I know, but still...”

“Feeling like she left you behind?'

“Just a little.” she replies.

I open my arms and pull her into a hug, resting my chin on her head. She returns my embrace, wrapping her arms around my waist and setting her head on my shoulder.

“She's just got so much to do now, I can't help but think that she'll forget all about me...”

I let out a single 'hah' at her statement.

“Who in their right mind could ever forget you?”

She digs her face into my shoulder, trying to stifle a laugh.

“I guess it's okay if she moves onto bigger and better things, since I get you all to myself.” she argues.

“Yeah, Misha, you still have me.” I whisper.

“I know, Hicchan. And from now on, you're all I need.”

Her arms tighten around me and she pulls herself closer, her entire torso pressed against mine. I peck her on the forehead as my hand slides up and down her back.

“I love you, Misha.”

She pulls away and locks eyes with me.

“I love you too, Hicchan.”

She closes her eyes and leans in towards me, our lips almost touching.

“Or should I call you Hisao, now that we're being so dramatic?” she says with a grin.

I don't even bother to respond as I lean in kiss her, my lips settling into hers as she fall backwards onto the bed. Without breaking away, she lifts one leg over me and takes her usual place on top, her dainty hands gripping the back of my head and pulling me in closer.

“Only if I get to call you Shiina.” I return as we try to catch our breaths.

Her entire face becomes dyed in a shade of crimson as she grabs my head and pulls me back in, her embrace becoming much more energetic as she buries her lips in mine, her leg lifting up and clenching my side.

A long 'mmmmmm' emanates from her throat as turns her head a bit, repositioning herself. I wrap my arms around her waist and let my hands crawl up and down her lower back, my senses going wild as Misha's body presses against mine.

We stay connected for what feels like an eternity before Misha backs away and sits up, still on top of me. Without a word, she reaches down and starts to undo the buttons on my shirt, as always. I sit up and slide my arms out of the sleeves, pulling the garment off and throwing it to the side.

I sit up and support myself with my arms as she does the same to her own shirt,  the thin cloth falling down off her shoulders and down her arms with each loosened button. She then grabs the hem of her white undershirt and pulls it off, exposing her supple cleavage, held back by an emerald-green bra with a lighter green border.

Our lips connect again as I reach behind her and grab both of the clasps on her underwear, sliding inwards and then pulling apart. She pulls both of her arms out of it and lets it fall into her lap before wrapping both arms around my neck and pulling me closer.

Guided purely by instinct, my right hand lightly brushes against her side before sinking into her chest, their warm sandbaginess every bit as satisfying to caress as the first time. She moans into my lips with each squeeze, hugging me tighter and tighter as my fingers sink in deeper, admiring the soft yet firm texture.

I lean into her as I take her other breast into my free hand, pressing them together and pulling apart, my fingers massaging every inch of her luscious chest. She breaks away and lets out a quick but loud 'mmm' as I pinch and tweak her erect nipples.

She falls back and supports herself with her arms as I lean in further and gently kiss her chest. Unable to control myself, I slowly run the tip of my tongue around her nipple before taking the small pink circle between my lips, her taste running across my mouth as I gently suck. Her hips grind against mine as she clenches her eyes shut and lets out a long moan, her entire body quivering. I switch to her other breast and give it the same treatment, nibbling and sucking on her succulent breast.

Before long, her arms give out and she falls back onto the bed, heaving deep breaths. I slide out from under her and position myself over her body, both arms on either side of her.

“I guess you like it when I do that, hmmm?”

“Just a little...” she says with a cute pout.

“Uh huh, you don't get that loud when it's just a little.”

“Maybe a lot, then.” she replies, her face quickly turning red.

“Isn't honesty good?” I ask with a devious smirk.

She gives a little 'hm' as she looks away. I take advantage of the opening to lean in a plant a small kiss on her neck.

“Ah!” she yelps as she jumps a little.

I peck her soft skin again and again, leaving tiny suckle marks on the nape of her neck. I soon start to move down, from her thin collarbones, between her voluptuous breasts, down her smooth belly, and finally at her waist, my fingers gently tugging at the band of her skirt.

She lays back into the bed as I unbutton her skirt and pull it downwards, her emerald-green panties glistening in the room's dim lighting. I slide my fingers under the light-green elastic and pull back, kissing her sweat-glazed thighs as I move back. As soon as her skirt and underwear lay in a forgotten pile next to the bed, I lean in and place a couple of small kisses on her quivering privates, unable to hold myself back as my tongue plunges into her.

“Ahhhn~ Hicchan~! Not theeeere!”

I ignore her pleas as my tongue slides back and forth, in and out, tasting her sweetness. I close my eyes and let myself go wild as I wallow about inside of her, the ecstatic moans filling the room only driving me further down the road to insanity.

She reaches down and grabs my head, pulling me in closer and opening her legs little by little. I wrap my arms around her thighs and dig in deeper, feeling every inch of her insides as she tightens and convulses around me.

It doesn't take Misha long to climax under this treatment, a steady wail escaping her as she loses all of her strength and relaxes into the bed.

“You're amazing, Hicchan.” she sighs between gasps for air.

I slide back and lay against the headboard of the bed, resting for a few precious minutes before Misha sits up and crawls over to me.

“Looks like it's my turn, now!”

Her eyes immediately set on my lower-half, staring interestedly as she plops down, her face mere inches away from me. I turn and shift as she undoes the button on my waistline and pulls down the zipper, freeing my legs from my pants and tossing them in a random direction. She gently rubs my privates through the thin fabric of my boxers before pulling them off as well, leaving us both completely naked.

A groan escapes my throat as her slender hand closes around me, massaging its length as she leans in and kisses the tip. Her tongue starts to slide up and down the glans, gradually covering its length in a layer of saliva, tongue slithering and sliding across every inch of me, the tip of her slender tongue focusing on the few spots that she knows have the most effect. Her soft, warm hand works its way up and down the shaft, eager to get into a more rapid pace.

Before she does that, though, she pulls her long, silky hair back and ties it up with a small hairband, the same one that’s been wrapped around her wrist this entire time that I failed to notice until now. Regardless, she leans back in and takes me into her mouth, her tongue slithering around the head. She plants her hands on either side of my hips as she takes me in deeper and deeper, sucking vigorously.

She chooses not to finish me off, however, and instead repositions herself with her chest inches away from my privates, my mind relapsing into bliss as her warmth eclipses me. Those soft lips find their way around me again, her tongue revolving around the tip as she squeezes and presses me between her succulent breasts.

I can't help but gently thrust my hips in and out of her cleavage, throbbing between her breasts. I grip the bedsheets and let my head rear back, a long, satisfied sigh sauntering out of me as her pace quickens and becomes more forceful. Before long, I lose control and completely release myself, shaking as every muscle in my body relaxes

I look down to find Misha's face and chest coated in a layer of the familiar white substance as she sits up and scoots across the bed, trying to wipe it from her body.

“You always have to do this to me, eh, Hicchan?”  she says with a coy smirk.

We both laugh inappropriately before Misha slides off the bed and walks over to the bathroom, the door closing and muting the sound of running water that soon follows.

I lay back into the bed, slightly exhausted from everything that's already happened, my mind spinning in the afterglow. I only manage to catch five minutes of rest before Misha opens the bathroom door and peers out the side, her drenched hair leaving splotches of water on the luxurious carpet.

“Are you going to get in here or not?” she asks.

“Oh, you were waiting for me?” I reply.

“Hicchan, we're a boy and a girl alone in a hotel room. Why wouldn't we take a bath together?”

Good point.

I jump from the bed, still completely nude, and join Misha in the bathroom. I close the shower door only to be welcomed to a soft sensation pressing against my back, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

The shower is rather small, forcing us to squeeze together to fit under the stream of hot water – not that I mind. I turn around in her embrace and hug her back, unable to resist the feeling of her breasts pressed against my belly. Her arms slide up and down my back, the tips of her fingers glossing across my wet skin.

“Hey, can you rub my back?” Misha suddenly asks, her amber eyes gazing into mine.

She turns around and taps on her shoulder blades. Without pausing to wonder why, I place my palms on her shoulders and gently rub in and out.

“Lower.” she says.

I adjust my palms downwards, focusing on the spot as Misha starts to sigh in relief. Her light complexion glistens, her soft skin glazed with rainwater only making her all the more enticing. My hands gradually make their way up and down her smooth back, from her sensuous hips all the way up to her slim shoulders.

Before I even realize it, I've already become active again. Misha seems to notice this as well as she backs up and positions it between her hips. She doesn't let out a word as she presses her legs together, squeezing me between her supple thighs, soft moans escaping her throat as I grind against her sensitive spot.

“I'm sorry, Misha, I can't help it...”

Before she can even object, I nudge her forward and grab her tantalizing hips, positioning myself between her legs. I slide myself into her as she plants her hands on the wall, a steady stream of pleasurable sighs gushing out of her open mouth. She spaces her feet apart and backs up into me as I plunge inwards, inch by inch.

Her head rears back as we fall into a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her tight insides. Her supple rear bounces and jiggles with each thrust, the sound of our privates mixing together combined with her ecstasy-filled moans filling the bathroom, echoing off the tiled walls.

Her hips bounce against me each time I force myself into her, the sensation of her insides tightening around me only driving me to go harder and faster. My fingers dig into her fleshy waist, trying to hold her steady as we wildly bump against each other.

She turns and looks back at me as I pick up the pace, one eye clenched shut and a small stream of drool dripping out the side of her open mouth. Misha shows no signs of restraint as her moans climb higher and louder, the hot, wet walls of her insides swiveling around me.

Misha pulls away before I can reach climax, grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the shower, pushing me back into the room without even drying off or turning off the water. We leave a trail of wet spots all the way across the carpet to the bed, a Hisao-shaped splotch forming across the sheets when she pushes me back onto the bed.

She climbs on top of me, but instead of mounting, she sits on my pelvis and stares into my eyes.

“The housekeeper isn't going to be very happy when she sees this.” I say.

“Well I guess they get to earn their pay for once.” Misha replies.

We laugh for a bit before the mood catches back up.

“Hicch-....Hisao...”

“Yes?” I ask, startled that she's using my first name.

She strengthens her resolve before staring me dead in the eye. “Hisao, you're calling me Shiina, tonight.” she states.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.

“Just for tonight? Please?” she continues.

“If that's what you want, then I'm fine with it...Shiina.”

She spares no time in getting back to business as the sides of her mouth curl up into a smile, picking her hips up and positioning me between them with her index and middle finger.

Our fingers clasp together as she grabs my hands, trying to stay in control as she eagerly bucks up and down.  Her long, pink ponytail sways to and fro with each repeated motion, as do her breasts, jiggling with the motion. Her silky skin shimmers with sweat and bathwater under the orange light of the lamp across the room.

The bed rocks and creaks, the sound of springs buckling beneath us getting louder and louder as we begin to lose control. Before long, we roll over to another end of the bed, my body on top and my hips rocking into hers. Her lithe fingers grip my sides as I lean in and kiss the nape of her neck, my arms on either side of her, supporting my frame.

She wraps her legs around me and pulls me in tighter, as if wanting to keep me from pulling out. The pace quickens as I thrust into her harder and harder, her entire body quivering around me. Our moans eclipse in unison as I climax, her nails digging into my back as I release inside of her.

I pull out and flop over on the other end of the bed, my chest heaving and my heart drumming against my sternum. Mis-errr...Shiina grabs the sheets and pulls herself over, our lips connecting as her delicate hand gently strokes my lower half, now spent.

As soon as I become lively again, Shiina finds her way on top of me once more, and the cycle begins anew. I lose track of the number of times we change positions, the number of positions we wind up in, some painful and some pleasurable, on the bed, on the floor, even against the walls and windows.

Time seems to stand still as we wallow about in unbridled love and lust, ravaging each other until climax, resting for a while, and then getting right back into it. The only things that remind me that I haven't entered heaven are my racing heartbeat and the knocks against the wall when Shiina gets too loud.

The only thing that brings me back to reality is the sun, when it starts to rise over the horizon outside the window. In that instant, all the fatigue and stress of the past who knows how many hours come rushing back, and I simply collapse into Shiina right then and there.

“Tired, Hisao?” she asks with an exhausted smile.

“How long has it been?” I reply between haggard breaths.

“We got here at 11, and it's almost 7 according to the clock over there.” she answers.

I can't even think of anything to say.

“Do you think we have too much sex?” Misha asks.

“I'm not dead, am I?” I reply.

We both let out a tired laugh.

“Men really are wild animals, hmm~?” she answers with a cute giggle.

All I can do is laugh as I settle into her bosom. I reach down and pull the covers over us, not even bothering to untangle them as my eyelids start to droop. Her breathing slows and becomes more steady, indicating that she's been affected by the same mindset.

“A guy can't help but be wild with a girl like you around.” I whisper as I'm lulled into slumber by her calm breaths.

I hope the wake up call doesn't come soon, there won't be anyone to answer it.