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effervescible) wrote2007-10-17 05:29 pm
effervescible) wrote2007-10-17 05:29 pm
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lovediamond, Chad/Karin
"Ow."
The first time Sado and Karin made love (his private term for it--he knew he loved her, and she him, but she would not hear of him using such "sappy words" around her) it hurt. He knew this was fairly common for girls, even active eighteen-year-olds, if they'd never had any sexual experience before. Karin knew, too, which is why she'd worked to alleviate the problem during some of their more heated makeout sessions, practically shoving his hand down her panties and ordering him to loosen things up a bit.
He'd blushed mightily at the time, but he hadn't minded doing it.
He really hadn't expected that he would be the one in pain when they actually progressed to intercourse, though. His back hurt from the way it was squished into the seat. His ankles hurt from where they knocked against the window. He was pretty sure his neck would have a permanent kink in it after tonight.
But it was nothing compared to the way he felt when Karin sank down on him. "There," she panted. "Am I doing it right?" He could only utter a low moan in response.
He still wasn't sure how they'd ended up doing this in his car, the one he'd bought for getting back to Karakura and visiting Karin and then work. Sure, she still lived at home so maybe that wasn't an option. Even if Ichigo had been surprisingly cool with his best friend dating his sister, Sado wasn't sure he wouldn't still end up on the business end of a zanpakuto.
There were love hotels. He'd offered to pay for one on this night, their private celebration of her high school graduation. She'd refused, labeling cheap. Sado didn't quite get how a hotel was cheaper than his car...then again, he had paid quite a lot for it.
Karin began to move on top of him and that cut off most of his train of thought. He reached up to stroke her face, pushing back the hair that fell into it. She'd grown a lot since they'd first met, and grown more beautiful every day.
"You know," she said breathlessly. "I'm REALLY glad you got this car."
He clasped her hips in his hands and moved, savoring the look on her face as her eyelids fluttered shut. "Me too," he whispered.
The first time Sado and Karin made love (his private term for it--he knew he loved her, and she him, but she would not hear of him using such "sappy words" around her) it hurt. He knew this was fairly common for girls, even active eighteen-year-olds, if they'd never had any sexual experience before. Karin knew, too, which is why she'd worked to alleviate the problem during some of their more heated makeout sessions, practically shoving his hand down her panties and ordering him to loosen things up a bit.
He'd blushed mightily at the time, but he hadn't minded doing it.
He really hadn't expected that he would be the one in pain when they actually progressed to intercourse, though. His back hurt from the way it was squished into the seat. His ankles hurt from where they knocked against the window. He was pretty sure his neck would have a permanent kink in it after tonight.
But it was nothing compared to the way he felt when Karin sank down on him. "There," she panted. "Am I doing it right?" He could only utter a low moan in response.
He still wasn't sure how they'd ended up doing this in his car, the one he'd bought for getting back to Karakura and visiting Karin and then work. Sure, she still lived at home so maybe that wasn't an option. Even if Ichigo had been surprisingly cool with his best friend dating his sister, Sado wasn't sure he wouldn't still end up on the business end of a zanpakuto.
There were love hotels. He'd offered to pay for one on this night, their private celebration of her high school graduation. She'd refused, labeling cheap. Sado didn't quite get how a hotel was cheaper than his car...then again, he had paid quite a lot for it.
Karin began to move on top of him and that cut off most of his train of thought. He reached up to stroke her face, pushing back the hair that fell into it. She'd grown a lot since they'd first met, and grown more beautiful every day.
"You know," she said breathlessly. "I'm REALLY glad you got this car."
He clasped her hips in his hands and moved, savoring the look on her face as her eyelids fluttered shut. "Me too," he whispered.