Yellow Discharge On Underwear

The generosity of strangers (Wakaba / Saionji - Utena)

Title: The generosity of strangers (twenty yards) Author:


matitablu



Fandom: Utena


Character / Couple:
Wakaba / Saionji

Rating: R

Word Count: ~ 1700 Warning:
vague spoilers for the series finale and specific for episode 20, The short spring Wakaba, of which this fic is kind of AU, or what if, or if you really want the whole 'this shit could also come into force in the folds of the canon. Notes: prompt Utena, Saionji / Wakaba, lemon tea for p0rn fest of

fanfic_italia
. Another prompt self-sufficient! I wanted to do much more fluffoso, and loving this ship I thought I would come easy, but then as usual the angst has taken over ... Changing the order of its parts, and so on. The title comes from
I'm not scared of Ladytron.

. twenty Wakaba back home doing the countdown for the steps that are missing. Twenty-three . Twenty-two. Twenty-one. Always try to arrive before zero. . nineteen "Welcome back." Each time, Wakaba is biting his lip to suppress a urletto joy. Watch Saionji, stripped of the aura dell'irraggiungibilità finally
true and close to her.
.
eighteen "Utena had asked me to come to his house to play Othello," says Wakaba putting his coin in the yellow grid. "You could go there. You should not neglect your friends, even if it is Tenjo ," said Saionji fighting back with a red coin.
Wakaba blushes. "But ... you're my friend?"
"Four!" Exults Saionji, opening the bottom of the toy and dropping all the chips.
. seventeen There are days when Wakaba represses his natural loquacity, and is limited to look at while reading the newspaper or do some work, anxious to reciprocate the hospitality. There is this sense of education, a bit 'old school, that Wakaba is both a surprise and a confirmation. One afternoon coming home Wakaba, Saionji, and offers her an iced tea: "I wish the fishing was good", says, "but there was only lemon in the house."
"figure, is very good like that, because I prefer" trilla Wakaba, and since then there's lemon tea in the small refrigerator with two shelves. .
sixteen
Other times, they speak of this and that. Wakaba all'Ohtori be updated on events, not that ever happens a lot, but Saionji hanging on his lips when it does, as if expecting to find a hidden message in his words. It 'good to see him so interested, but there are aspects of it that make you feel uncomfortable Wakaba. It 'clear that he lacks the outside world. Sooner or later this situation will end, and she can no longer keep him locked up in these few square meters. Will be the same afterwards? Either you quickly forget about her? And then, must be careful not to appoint even Himemiya smear, because then his eyes light up, and calls for details, and Wakaba, hidden from the tea-table, you plant the nails in the palms of the hands. Or, and this is worse, he is asking news Anthy spontaneously: it happened a few times, but it was enough to Wakaba should wish to get to scream, or - but it is a desire not so shameful that even admits to it - to kick and punch,
Look, look, look.
.
fifteen
Only once their conversation is really important
, a night when he hears Wakaba turn over the top floor of the bunk bed.
"Saionji? Are you okay?" He whispers. "I disturbed?" "No." It 's a half-lie. And 'since she lives with Saionji Wakaba finds it hard to sleep, too excited to have him there.
"You said ... we're friends, right?"
"Yes," replies Wakaba holding my breath.
"You know you keep a secret?"
. thirteen

"And the point is that I do not regret having done so. Sometimes I think of Tough and I wonder why I did not sliced long ago."
Saionji is now sitting on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed and his head thrown back, with Wakaba who strokes his hair - could write a novel on her hair. Listen in silence, fascinated and a little 'afraid of this violent side of Saionji, a part of him that he believed to be only a pose, but which has deep roots, black anger, resentment, and who knows what else.
"But it happened by accident," he continues, and Tension is palpable in his voice, "I would have never succeeded in this respect. Why is my best friend. And so in the end I always go back to him. But never forgave him. Meanwhile, he always comes out great, I bet now gold in his retirement to lick their wounds, indeed, to have them licked by one of his whores. " "But you're much better than the senpai Kiryuu," says Wakaba with a tiny little voice. I truly believed. There is no comparison.

Look, look, look. Saionji turns to her.

. twelve
It 's the first kiss that gives so Wakaba, which start with the lips, tongues touching. It 's the kind of kiss you make me want to never stop. So do not say no when Saionji asked, hesitating and hoping together: "I can get on the bed?" And a little later: "Can I come under a blanket?" And then just
:
"I ...?", low voice, a bit 'breathless, to divide him and Wakaba only the thin fabric of the sleepwear. She is overwhelmed with excitement - fear, happiness, oh God now what happens


and are sleeping with Kyoichi Saionji
, the erection of him pressed against his thigh, impossible to ignore. Every time he moved, it presses against the sex of Wakaba, which is covered only by panties, her nightgown is the is clotted to the waist. He unbuttons top and caresses her breasts a bit 'awkward, sometimes too strong, sometimes making them repress a little cry of pleasure.

. eleven
Lightning, a thought crossed my mind to Wakaba: Saionji has never done before.
smiles in the dark, as he takes a nipple in his mouth. Wakaba strokes his head and squeezes the chest, indulging in harmful thoughts: maybe it Himemiya not ever let him do it to him, maybe now she is ahead.

If I do, tie him to me.

Things like that. .
ten

When Saionji's hand comes in the underpants of Wakaba, the adrenalin is pleased to rev up. are in bed with Kyoichi Saionji and I are doing fingering. The word makes the situation almost blush, and Wakaba Shinohara, the girl who all consider "cute" how cute they are the rubber ducks and kittens, gives in to curiosity and went to touch the sex of Saionji, who trembles and the preliminary 'Last question:
"Would you do it?"

.
nine
Rather than see it, feel it Wakaba help with one hand, willingly, she ignores her heart beats strong, bordering on panic, and move the dock to facilitate it. That long moment before the train passed its peak of a roller coaster the climb. .
eight
horror, Wakaba is aware of having no power over her own body. And 'as if all his muscles were closed to seal off the intruder. Kozue Kaoru had heard say something like "it's nothing that gives him a blow and there and then it hurts, but it passes almost immediately" on the other hand, Kozue Kaoru is a little good.
.
seven
Saionji, and Wakaba goes grits his teeth, but it's like that game for children, one of the box with holes where you can only put the object with the right shape. He comes out of what little we had managed to enter, to change angle, but Wakaba's hands pressed on his chest: "Sorry," he said, with tears in his eyes. "Sorry, I can not. I'm not ready."
"Oh. ... It goes" Saionji said breathlessly, unable to mask his disappointment, and Wakaba instinct says
"Do not go away."
. six
If you do, I'll tie me
, then put into practice what one heard from Kozue Kaoru (not that eavesdrops

, no, is that sometimes goes beyond) and strip down down along the body of the boy who always wanted to love, and unlike the stories of Kozue he does nothing overbearing type press down his head at the most strokes her hair, and its flavor is not bad really. .


five ends in a sticky thing, and apparently the only seems, to hear a sound to chill the blood in my veins:
" Anthy. "
Wakaba gets up and goes to brush his teeth, and says nothing until the following morning.

. four
"Wakaba, I-"
"I'm late for school."
"- it's better that way, I do not know what is taken -"
"
Saionji -
" "- not the kind of guy, that is, we're not together and I was going to Addison -" "Saionji. Okay so. Do not talk about it anymore, okay? " Wakaba says, forcing a smile on his face that feels disgustingly fake close to that of Himemiya. Then exits.
. three On the way back, he sees a couple of cups in the shape of sheep. A male and a female. The weigh, touch the ceramic cheap. Maybe it should just be patient. Be tenacious in his kindness. After all, negative feelings have begun to cool off as soon as she stepped out of the house, and once they arrive at school already felt the lack of Saionji.
was so disappointed this morning
, he thinks. A boy would have been simply happy with any of us remedied a blowjob.
Again, are the words to give her a shiver of embarrassment. The reality of last night has already blurred the outlines of a dream of those who do not know whether they are good or bad.
. two

"Welcome home."
Yes' so it should be.

.
a
- deeper -
(betrayed betrayed betrayed)

- deeper -
(Himemiya dying thief dies)
- more fund - (LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME)


. zero
"If I do this, tie him to me?"
***

. negative numbers

"Wait, you have a leaf in the middle of the hair," says Tatsuya. "E ' come the autumn. "" It was time. This summer seemed endless, "echoed Reika. Wakaba let his friend to dissolve the hair to remove the dead leaf that has been caught. Sitting on the grass, look at the Ohtori Institute and for the first time think that, after all, should not spend all his life there.
At that time, pass senpai Kiryuu and Saionji, carrying two bicycles by hand. Tough moves forward, adopting his usual air of detachment soft, and does not escape Wakaba as Reika follow him with his eyes.
Even Saionji was passing them but a moment's hesitation, he turns and makes a nod to Wakaba. Wakaba reciprocates the perplexed, without smiling. He wonders if the two of them have never spoken together, you often feel always on the verge of remembering something important, but not being able to reach me. For example, would not know really say what has happened in particular the last six months. But no, surely he will have the mistaken for someone else. If they had known, I remember. It 's so cute.
Tatsuya puts in the hands of the leaf that was removed from the hair. Wakaba looks for a moment, and then crumbles between your fingers. The spring will come quickly, though.