Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ "Fire" ❯ "Fire" ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Mimi giggled, feeling her cheeks heat up. Koushirou often brought her cute presents, just randomly and she’d fight anyone who said she wasn’t the luckiest girl in the world. Of course, for such a loving boyfriend

, she had to reciprocate, didn’t she? She opened the make up kit gingerly, smiling and testing all the bits and pieces as she decided what was best. The maid outfit was only used last week. And my black lace panties are in the wash… Maybe a cowgirl! No thats weird.. I don’t want to go shopping

now anyway.

So in the end, it was nothing special. She made dinner and they played footsies under the table (because Koushirou was adorable and she enjoyed distracting him). In the end, it was all she ever needed. The two of them alone. Together. Entwined. As one? Corny, but she felt thats what they were. Surely the fire running through her veins was felt by Koushirou? Perhaps even transferred somehow? (They were connected long enough after all, and surely there was some crazy myth or cult revolving around sex and love and unity).

All she needed was him, holding her tightly by the waist as she smirked down, asking teasing questions as he blushed and stuttered. She stayed in control, controlling his words with her hip movements, the pace with how slowly or quickly she’d snap up and down, where his vision went when she placed her hands in her hair, on her own breasts, to his chest. Fancy was nice, but sometimes simple was best. And what was more simple, more basic, animalistic, than two people joined together, rubbing against one another for the pure rush and pleasure of it?

This fire was what kept her alive, and it didn’t quite correlate with sex, but it certainly made her blood boil, her stomach tighten and her skin burn. With another push down of her hips, she couldn’t help but moan around a smile - to have a guy who was smart, kind, a good friend and good in bed? She’d hit the jackpot