I was writing the sketch to "Prelude" some couple of days ago (actually copying off some stuff I wrote in paper before to the PC) when somehow or other, I ended up writing a little lemonish limeish scene for Jeanne and Lyserg again.*shrug* They seem to be the favorite subject of my muse's hentai side. Go figure.
Anyhow, the scene here starts with Lyserg entering the Missionary House with Luc. This is sometime after Chapter 10 of Celebrations. Jeanne and Lyserg are home fresh from Tokyo. Lyserg actually just came from the Missionary House a couple of hours ago (before this scene), but when he got to the detective agency, Luc dragged him to the Missionary house without his consent. He wanted to see Sarah, and he really had no excuse to go to the Missionary unless he was with Lyserg (because of Lyserg's "special" relationship with Jeanne). So yeah, the two men enter the missionary house, and they find Sarah there. Her face colors quite prettily when she sees Luc...and he gently takes her arm and walks her to one side so they could talk, leaving Lyserg on his own. This is where my little scenish scene starts:
A yawning Lyserg watched them(Sarah and Luc) absently as he walked around. He headed off subconsciously to the entrance of the living quarters...and found Jeanne heading down the stairs. She had changed her clothes (from the light pink closed-necked long dress to a fluttery white short-sleeved dress with a scooped neck) and she looked sleepy, but she smiled brightly upon seeing him.
"What are you doing here?" Her face flushed slightly.
He shrugged, then grinned. "Luc dragged me here. Not that I'm complaining..." he watched her closely. "Did you sleep well?"
She yawned. "A little bit," she answered. "But I just had to come down already. I still need to do some work. This jet lag can wait..." She walked slowly towards the archives room. She stood in front of a table, picked up a pen, and started flipping through some records, yawning ocassionally.
He observed her with amusement as he leaned by the door of the room, then he approached her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She chuckled softly and leaned against him, but she continued flipping through the papers and noting some information down.
He peered down curiously at what she was doing, and then he kissed her nape. "What's that for?" He breathed against her skin.
She sighed with pleasure as she unconsciously angled her neck to give him better access. "Just something for the latest activities of the...Church..." Her eyes fluttered close as his warm lips traveled from her neck to her ear, then to her cheek. She shifted her head slightly just as his mouth moved forward to touch hers.
A surge of pleasure spread from her head down to the tips of her toes as he leaned her against the table, with soft kisses coaxing her mouth open, and when it did, he slid his tongue inside to mate with hers. Moaning with complete surrender, she turned around completely and slid her arms around his neck, pulling his head down towards her, deepening their kiss, her tongue tangling with his, tasting him with as much hunger and urgency as he was doing to her. His hands traveled from the small of her back to her front, roving all over her body like he couldn't get enough of her, caressing each and every single inch of her worshipfully, making her burn with a fever even through the confines of her clothes. Every inch of her sprang to life at his touches.
Not to be undone, she slid one of her hands down the front of his shirt and hastily dispensed the top buttons. She slipped her hand inside his shirt, savoring the feel of his perfectly toned and well-muscled chest just as his hands slid underneath her dress, his palms swiftly covering her naked breasts. She cried out with ecstasy as his thumbs rubbed across her nipples, hardening them into little buds of desire ready for his mouth to devour, while his hands continuously caressed the soft, creamy swells, practically driving her to the brink of madness.
She whimpered with loss as he tore his mouth from hers, but that soon turned into sighs of pleasure as he began kissing his way down from her chin, to her neck, to her throat, and to her collarbone. And then, he tugged the front of her dress down, baring her breasts to his view, the white, alabaster skin just begging for more of his touch, and the tight, pink nipples extremely flushed with need. Unwilling to wait any longer, she pulled his head down to her breasts, and he obliged most willingly, covering her right nipple with his mouth while his hand stroked the other. He began to suckle, making her cry out his name over and over again. Then, he shifted his positions and ministered the same undivided attention to the other one.
All throughout this, she continued to moan and shift restlessly in his arms. Lyserg raised his head up, savoring her half-naked magnificence as he slid his hand down to her thigh. "Jeanne...open your eyes," he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at him. "Lyserg...what are you...ahhh...!" She threw her head back and uttered a soft cry of pleasure as his seeking hand pushed aside her undergarment, enough to reach the heated core of her desire...the haven that he desired most in the entire planet. His fingers thrust up deep inside her, then withdrew, only to enter again and again, until she was arching up against him and begging him to give it all to her. "Please...don't...stop...ahh..."
He watched the expression on her face as she shattered into a million pieces, her climax coming over her, washing over his fingers. He continued to caress her even as her tight walls surrounded him again and again. He would never get enough of her moans of pleasure, and he would never ever tire of seeing her face in such an ethereal, and pure, unadulterated expression of ecstasy.
And then, she opened her eyes again and gazed at him, her face extremely flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her chest heaving up and down. "That was unbelievable," she whispered breathlessly.
He gave her a cocky grin. "I know."
"Still..." her lips curved into a seductive smile. "You know what I REALLY want?" She pulled him up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her naked breasts against his chest. She rubbed against him, moaning as her nipples hardened again.
He moaned low in his throat, pulling her body closer against him, savoring the feel of her soft body against his. "...What?"
A grin. "This." She kissed him, her tongue sliding inside his mouth just as one of her hands slid downwards...and delved inside his pants. She started caressing him, and then she unzipped and pulled his pants down low enough to free his struggling manhood before she hiked up the skirt of her dress , slid down her undergarments and pressed her aching core against him. "I want...YOU...inside me."
He gritted his teeth as he fought to keep his desire perfectly leashed, even as his hands subconsciously clasped the sides of her hips and held her up until the tip of his erection penetrated just way above her slick, warm opening. He briefly tried to recall where they were--at her missionary house, no less-- in a room no less-- and with the DOOR open, for crying out loud...
THAT particular detail brought him back to his senses. With the last remaining amount of control he possessed, he pulled his pants up, zipped it up and swiftly helped Jeanne dress up as well, amidst all her moans and cries of protest. "We can't do this here. You KNOW we can't."
"But I want it!" She pouted even as she pulled the top of her dress up. She still couldn't forget his touches and caresses...his erotic tugs at her nipples...and his fingers deep inside her...everything made her blood boil.
"Jeanne," he said firmly, "we're at your MISSIONARY HOUSE. And the door is OPEN," he emphasized with a meaningful incline of his head at the said door.
"Oh," was all she said as she continued to pout. Then, her face turned hopeful. "So...can we do it somewhere else?" She suggested eagerly. "Like your house, or...my room!" Her eyes lit up. "Upstairs!"
Lyserg rolled his eyes to the ceiling. It was like they hadn't talked about this at the Funbari Onsen Inn Bathroom, when they had, in fact. VERY explicitly. "When we're married, we can do it as much as we want, but...NOT before," he said in a voice which left no room for argument. "Alright?" He gave her a soft, sweet smile as he straightened out her dress, making sure that there wasn't any slight evidence of what they had...ALMOST done in the room.
She fiddled with the open buttons of his shirt as she gave him a look reminscent of a sad puppy. "...Alright," she whispered.
He took several deep breaths, visibly relieved that the heat in his body--and in his erection--had now begun to subside. He caressed her nape gently, raised her head up and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good." He then let his lips travel to her eyes. "Now don't look so sad, please?" He murmured as he kissed her eyes, then, the tip of her nose, before he kissed her cheeks. "I don't like seeing you sad..."
Jeanne sighed with pleasure as she savored his soft, feathery kisses. "I know," she said quietly, smiling a little for his benefit.
He chuckled. "That's better." And then, he took her face in his palms and covered her mouth with his.
***
This is where the little scenish lemonish limeish scene ends. More kissing comes afterwards...before Luc and Sarah finally catches them in the act (with Lyserg's shirt half-buttoned, and both of them looking quite tousled and flushed). Luc finally realizes that they were *together* now, in the most ultimate sense of the word, judging from the way they were at it in the making out.^_^
Damn, it's hot (NOTHING to do with my perversity--just the weather. Summer's approaching here). One thing I hate about summers is the HEAT. The heat that makes you sweat...although this is good for Tae-Bo.^^ I'll be doing Tae-Bo tomorrow. Yeah, I need to go on a DIET. My face is bloating up. I wanna look good on my application picture.
So...what's Prelude to Destiny? It's basically part pre-Venice, part post-Venice 1-6, part pre-Celebrations, part post-Celebrations Prologue-10, and part post Venice 7 and Celebrations Epilogue. It's a tie-up of the events in Jeanne and Lyserg's life that didn't appear in any of the aforementioned stories. I'm wondering if I can write this down, though, or if I will even post it up anywhere. Maybe I can just put it up on a site or something. I think I'm too shy to put it up on ff.net.^^;;; Anyhow, if some strange twist of chance Elizabeth (Nagumo) is reading this, I quite apologize for not replying to her email about the story. I told her about this, see, and when she asked about it, I kinda didn't reply.-_- Meanie me. So yeah. So sorry, and when I get this story done, I'll be emailing her and anyone else interested about it (probably Kitsune--she likes LXJ as much as I do.^^). I hope this would suffice for the meantime.
To hell with the number of reviewers for Chapter 11 (of Navy). All I know is that I enjoyed writing it, and I love it to bits. I hope Miko-chan and her Imouto like it too. I wrote it with them in mind, after all.^^
After Navy, I'll be working on the HXT side story next. This time, it's going to take a LONG time for the chapters to come out, because I intend to take my time and make every chapter VERY special...not for any other person but for Yuri Maxwell. I love her to pieces, and I'll be writing the story with her in mind. And by GOD, I intend to make it perfect. PERFECT. Even if it ends up ending after a year or through eternity...just as long as yuri-chan likes it (and no one else), that's enough for me. That's how much I love her.
And then there's that Ken chapter for AFGM...it's for her, too.
Some people have asked me about the LXJ/LXS lemon and the RXP one...the links in my profile didn't work before, and now I made it disappear entirely. Just in case any of those people are reading this (doubtful, but nonetheless), I might take long in putting those up. Let me tell you, writing lemon is a lot HARDER than writing normal, non-lemon stories. A LOT HARDER. Especially since we're talking about extended poetic lemon scenes...because I cannot write anything else. I appreciate dirty lemon, but I don't have it in me to write that type of thing. You might say I'm a carnal poetess.*shrug* Go figure. I like poetic symbolic-ish sex scenes, as you could probably note from my lemons. Anyhow, the point here is, a LONG time. I might take a LONG time to get all those lemons out. But I WILL get them out, and that's a promise. Yakusoku suru, kanarazu da.^^
P.S. If ANYONE copies off the lemon scenes here, I will personally hunt you down and murder you. And trust me, I WILL KNOW. And I will KILL you. Got it?
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