From: sailormac3@aol.com (SailorMac3) I am posting this fanfic for another writer who wishes to remain anonymous. Please send all correspondence to ALHP41A@prodigy.com. VIDEO GIRL AI: A Soothing Girl by Ivana B. Anonymous ALHP41A@prodigy.com Warning: this fic is a lemon. If you don't know what a lemon is, you shouldn't read it. If you do, then I hope you can make your own decision. There are some Japanese phrases used: "Gomen ne" is I'm sorry, "Iie" is no. "Daijoubu" means "it's okay." "Nani?" means "What?" and "Arigatou" means "thank you." "Oyasumi" means "Good night." ** "Moemi-chan..." Yet another sleepless night for him, observed Ai from her lying position on the bed behind Youta. His groaning made her stomach hurt. Why was such a sweet and decent guy like Youta put through this hell? It made her mad. She wanted to smash the world for doing this to him. She wanted to smash him for falling so in love with Moemi. She wanted to smash Moemi for causing him such pain. Her eyelashes fluttered against cool bedsheets. Here she was, a Video Girl, a Soothing Girl... that WAS her trademark... unable to even begin to calm the tempest within her charge's soul. She couldn't soothe him, not for a moment! She'd tried everything... Well, not quite everything. "You-ta." The gentle pressure of her breath against the back of his neck gave him gooseflesh. He rolled over to face her. "Gomen ne, Ai-chan. Did I wake you up?" "Iie." She was curled up like a luxurious Egyptian cat, sweet pepper hair matted against the pillow, limbs sprawled across the sheets. The soft glow of the VCR and the streetlights through the Venetian blinds made for an odd combination of light, shades no more varied than blue and green shifting in the gray darkness. Her eyes seemed deep. "Thank you for asking, though. That's another good point about you." Youta felt a strange thump in his heart as a skulking smile crawled across her face. It was so dark. The sheets smelled so clean, and there was a bit of a draft threading cool air through the room. Ai inched closer to him, moving her head from her pillow to his. "Youta." She wrapped her breath around his name in a way he'd never heard before. Her voice trailed down to a rasping whisper. "You shouldn't hurt like this. Youta... Let me help you feel better." He questioned her eyes and the flickering spice within them confirmed his suspicion. His cheeks grew hot at the thought. "Ai-chan, I don't think that--" "Daijoubu," she said, resting her hands on his soft shirt. "I won't do anything that... I just want to make you feel good." "You won't--" His eyes were wide. She shook her head. "There are other ways than that. A Video Girl knows that men like you want to save themselves." An almost-glimmer in her chestnut eyes quelled his fears. Dimly, he tried to refuse again, but his pain screamed out in a raw red ache, all through his chest. Her small hands felt like a lotion of some sort, and somehow it didn't hurt as much where they pressed so earnestly against him. And the closer she got as she inched her way over, the more he felt consumed by liquid, rescued from the parched sting that prickled his skin. "So what do you say, Youta?" She was speaking directly into his mouth now, her words swallowed between his dry lips. "Will you let me take the pain away? Just for tonight?" Too close to the oasis to turn back now, he nodded, shoulders tense but eyes weak and pleading. Ai closed her mouth over his and began to work her hands upward beneath his shirt, feeling the strong, lean muscles of his chest tense and relax as he breathed. He swallowed and surrendered to the kiss, feeling all of a sudden as if he was drowning. Somehow the sweetness of the kiss was now an erotic pulse. Her hands kneaded in and out until she found the two hard nubs of his nipples, and she brushed, then tweaked them. Youta winced. He felt himself growing hard and huge, and he thrust his tongue invasively into her mouth in an attempt to release the suddenly escalating tension. Ai's tongue fought him out with a series of expert strokes, and each time, the taste of her tart tongue and smooth teeth drove him to try again. Like striking snakes their tongues battled furiously, pausing only once when Ai brought Youta's shirt up over his head, removing it. Without this obstacle, Ai now let her hands roam over Youta's shoulders and down his back, never staying still. Mercilessly she teased him until his arms clamped her to him tight. She smiled into his repeated kisses when she felt his hips rocking back and forth, begging involuntarily for her touch. It was warm in his arms, and she was surprised at how much that warmth affected her, aroused her, as well. But mostly, as a Video Girl should, she felt contentment, and a desire to soothe and please Youta further. Locking one leg around his, she pulled down his sweatpants, also deftly disentangling herself from his vise-like grip. She broke the kiss briefly to look down, and made a small satisfed sound as she saw the size of his erection. Using her leg to lock his open, she drew one hand south and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. A quavering moan escaped Youta's lips at this sudden contact. His hips began to move faster, demanding more pleasure, and Ai squeezed and pulled slightly to oblige him. But despite the desperate syllables escaping his mouth, she didn't allow him time to build up too hastily. Her fingers trailed away, though his penis jerked and strained to reach them, and she rolled Youta over on his back. Sitting up astride his knees, Ai leaned forward to kiss Youta again. She put her hands on his shoulders, feeling their smoothness, and allowed first her hands, then her lips, to explore all the hollows and lines of his neck and shoulders. All the while, an insistent poking near her stomach made her aware of his need. Youta kept pulling her lips back to his, and despite her attempts to tease him, he was the stronger of the two. As they kissed, she whispered in broken syllables, "Am I making you feel good now, Youta?" His unrelenting mouth gave her his answer. Ai gasped when she felt his hands slide beneath her own shirt, cupping her breasts and finding the nipples. She pulled herself down, although her aching nipples protested loudly, and started trailing kisses up and down his torso. She gave his hips enough space to buck up and down vainly beneath her stomach, then her breasts, then her shoulders... She placed one kiss on the inside of each thigh, and blew on the spot between them. "Oh, God, Ai, please--" he whimpered, and Ai grinned. Taking him entirely into her mouth, she sucked, teased with her tongue, allowed him room to slide in and out of her mouth easily, teased the tiny tip in erratic patterns. He breathed raggedly, now letting small sounds of passion heat the cool night air, grabbing her hair, then her shoulders, then pulling her shirt up to touch her breasts again. With the intuition of a true Video Girl, Ai knew what each motion and moan meant. He wanted her to be relentless. He needed that release tonight. At no time did she let him slip out of her mouth completely, nor did she stop pulling, teasing, sucking. She felt him grow even harder, then start trembling as a volcano getting ready to erupt. Above her head, she could hear the groans of "Ai-chan, oh God, oh my God, Ai-chan..." "Ai-chan!!" Her mouth filled with hot, salty liquid as he pusled and poured into her. His hips lost their insistent rhythm, and shuddered back and forth in increasingly erratic spasms. She swallowed what she could of the liquid, letting the rest dribble from her mouth onto his flat stomach. Letting him slide out-- slowly-- from insider her, she sat up again and kneaded the wet organ with her fingers, amused as it spurted a second stream of milky semen. Youta's face glistened with sweat. His arms trembled, as if searching for someone to hold. A string of "oh"s floated from between his parted lips, and he finally lay still. After a few moments of quiet, Ai climbed up onto the pillow again. She surveyed her handiwork happily. Youta's stomach, with erection fast fading and pools of whiteness almost as far as his chest. His shut eyes and open-mouthed breathing. The continual trembling of his arms. One arm finally found and locked on to her. "Shh, don't move so much," Ai cautioned. "You'll make the bedsheets wet, and then I'll have to do your laundry." "Ai-chan..." Youta answered simply, tugging at her shoulders. The continued affection was somehow awkward. "I'll go get some tissues," she stuttered, and attempted to rise. But he pulled her back until she was curled next to him, knees and shoulders curving in close. "Come on!" she fussed, and struggled to no avail. Finally, with a sigh, she let her head down onto his shoulder. "Fine, fine. But you can do your own laundry." Youta turned his head toward hers. The movement surprised her. "Ai-chan..." "Nani?" He smiled warmly. "Arigatou." His features were as soft as she'd ever seen them, all melting shades of gray. For what was not the first time tonight, her heart gave a queer little spasm. "Oyasumi." He was asleep before she could even respond, and his arm relaxed around her. Well, at least he's getting some rest now, she thought, and went into the other room to get some tissues. Thank goodness for small favors. Youta slept through her clean-up, and she even managed to put his sweatpants back on. Before pulling them up all the way, though, she paused to look at the surfaces she was able to touch tonight. And all at once it occurred to her: this unusual evening, he'd shouted HER name. She felt heat pass through her. And automatically she clutched the bedsheets in concern. Why that sudden rush of heat? Why those flashes of arousal? This wasn't something a Video Girl was supposed to feel... But another look at Youta's tranquil face made her smile complacently. Whatever the reason, she felt good tonight, and she'd made Youta feel good too. Settling in next to him, she closed her eyes and breathed, "Oyasumi... Youta." ** The End ** I love Youta. They don't make 'em like that in real life. I figured he deserved a little happiness while he was busy torturing himself over Moemi, and this is certainly one way. Biggest thank you goes to Megumi-sama for her extraordinary voicework... the way she half-whispers "You... ta" is probably the inspiration for this whole fic. Ai-chan is so cute & sexy & fun. This whole series is just great. But they're NOT MINE, ok? It's copyrighted all over the place, and the only thing that's mine are my silly fantasies about the characters. So no sueing, okayyyyy?