You Don't Need Moonlight To Have Romance
or
Old Reliable
or
Would You Care To Dance, My Lady?

Herr Mullen. Jyou. Paper. Typewriter.
          It all came down to this.
          The chair creaked as Herr Mullen eased himself toward his foe.
          Light drizzle spattered the window. Jyou made himself more comfortable...
          -Click-click-click-click-click-"It should be noted-" -click-ping! Click-click-click-click-click- "-That Digimon is property of Toei and-" -click-ping! "-Fox Kids, apparently!" -ping! "This lemon contains scenes-" click-click-click-ping! Click-click- "-Of a sexual nature, and should not be read by a minor" -ping! "The fiction itself belongs to Herr Mullen!" -ping!
          The final bell resounded throughout the room. Jyou pressed the stop watch. "...thirty six words in just under a minute. You've got better."
          "Good, I should think so, too." Herr Mullen sat back in the chair, making it creak loudly. "I mean, how much have I written, now? It's about time I were able to type properly. Get me a brandy, Jyou."
          Jyou tussled with himself. The fellow deserved it, he decided.
          "Thank you, Jyou." He took a sip. "Onto the lemon, hmm?"

This is a box.
          A musical box, wound up and ready to play.
          But this box contains a secret inside.
          Can you guess what is in it today?
          Jyou rises out of the box, as the tune plays.

It has to be perfect!
          Jyou adjusted the table cloth, and re-folded the napkins. He opened the sliding panes onto the balcony just the right amount, allowing the gentle breeze to blow the new semi-transparent silk curtains to sway in a romantic manner in the breeze. He had a little trouble with the candles; the same gentle breeze stifled the matches he was desperately trying at light the things with.
          He adjusted his bow tie in the mirror, and made sure his dickey was streight. He'd borrowed the tuxedo from Yamato; apparently, it was worth a fare bit more than he paid for it, now, as he once wore for a concert. Local collectors would've killed for it.
          He removed the carrot he'd found in the groin before putting it on, though.
          He looked around the flat. The lights were dim, and candles illuminated the shadows from the coffee table, the cabinets, and the drawers. He sniffed the air. The sent of cherries could still be caught from the afternoon, when he'd aired the place out in the summer winds; the trees from the park made their contribution to his efforts. He checked the kitchen.
          "How're things here?"
          Taichi had made an attempt at parting his hair, but finding it wouldn't stay down, he'd tied it in a ponytail at the back and used brown clips to tame his mane. The pink apron didn't watch his tailcoat, however.
          "Why the pinny?"
          "I didn't want to ruin the tailcoat, and I had nothing to cover it with, so I borrowed your mother's apron. The squid's coming along well."
          "Fantastic. Thanks, Taichi."
          "Hey, no worries."
          Jyou went back into the living room and check himself over in the mirror again.
          "Wine!" he remembered. "Taichi, is the wine on ice?"
          "The wine's fine Jyou!" called Taichi, "As it has been since before the last time you asked!"
          "Oh, right."
          He stared into the mirror again. "My glasses don't ruin the effect, do they?"
          "No!" called Taichi. "You look fine, Jyou!"
          Jyou looked back into the mirror. The doorbell rang. Taichi took off the apron, and answered the door. Jyou hastily removed his glasses, and set them down on the coffee table.
          Pink, and beautiful. Nervous, and timid. Mimi stepped into the candlelight, her eyes wide, moonlight shining through the window, silk curtains waving over golden lights with a silver shimmer. She looked over the coffee table, at the tuxedo'd man by the mirror. He turned around. Handsome, and tall. He walked toward her. He stumbled as he accidentally hit the coffee table. He tried to more 'round it. He decided to put his glasses back on. She smiled, and joined her nervous, handsome man.
          "You look wonderful."
          "Thanks." said Jyou. "You're a princess."
          "Dressed like this? I didn't realise this is what you had planned!"
          Jyou leaned past her ear. "Go into my parents' room, and look in the wardrobe."

Mimi came back into the room. White. The candles spattered gold over her, and the moon donated silver jewlery which hung about her; she was a princess. The tiara sparkled atop her hair.
         "My lady." Jyou offered his arm.
         "Oh, Jyou!" she gasped, taking his arm.
         They stepped out onto the balcony. A solitary wax spire lit the table, and the moon orbited over head, grinning knowingly.
         Jyou offered Mimi her chair. She sat down, and Jyou took his seat.
         "...Have you ever heard of "the man in the moon"?"
        "The man in the moon?"
        "Look up, Mimi. Doesn't it look like a face, smiling down at us? ...What would the Man in the Moon be thinking?"
        "Jyou, I..."
        "He'd be thinking; "This is the most beautiful lady on earth. I have circled all around this planet; I have seen places on this world you have never been, and not in West, the North, or the South, have I ever seen such beauty as that of Mimi Tachikawa"."
        "Oh, Jyou..!"
        "Wine?" Jyou took the bottle Takeru had supplied him with from the ice bucket. "Rouge."
        "Yes, please."
        Sparkles. Golden and silver glints. Smiling faces in the flood of red; dancing in the glass.
        They sat in silence for a time. Ken's romantic metaphor had gone down well, but Jyou was very much stuck now. Mimi was taken aback by the lengths Jyou had gone to; she recognised the dress from the Gekomon palace.
        "Dinner is served," said Taichi, entering with several platters and placing them before the coupling. He listed the lid to reveal squid dishes on the plates laid before the two, and a variety of sides on the large plate that now occupied the centre of the table.
        Jyou took his chopsticks and picked up a tentacle. "Uh, Mimi... might I offer my squid?"
        "Certainly!" giggled Mimi, leaning forward. Jyou fed her the tentacle. "Now let me feed you!" She took a bit of her squid and offered it to him. Jyou lent forward, and briefly wondered what Gomamon would say.
        "Waggle your eyebrows at her! Girls love that kind of thing!"
         Jyou looked up at Mimi as he ate the squid out of her chopsticks, and raised and lowered his eyebrows at her repeatedly. Mimi giggled, and Jyou grinned back at her.
         They fed each other in silence, Jyou shooting nervous grins and glances at Mimi across the table, and Mimi smiling bashfully. Finally Jyou broke the silence. "This is nice, right? I got everything done right, didn't I?"
         "Jyou, this is wonderful!" said Mimi "The curtains are fantastic, and you even got me my old dress! Oh, Jyou... It's perfect!"
         "Thanks," grinned Jyou. "I wasn't sure about all the candles, I mean, what a fire hazard.... but they're good, right?"
         "Oh, Jyou. That's just like you."
         A cloud drifted across the moon, dark and wispy. The moon refused to reappear. Jyou glared upward.
         "That's a shame," he said "It was such a romantic night."
         "You don't need moonlight to have romance," said Mimi. She gazed lovingly past his glasses, and Jyou averted his gaze, somewhat bashful.

 

Taichi watched Jyou on the balcony. They'd stopped talking, and Jyou was avoiding Mimi's gaze. He pressed "play", and a slow tune began.

 

"Oh!" said Jyou. He stood up, and offered Mimi his hand. "Would you care to dance, my lady?"
         "Why, sir knight, I'd be honoured!"
         The danced slowly, Jyou's arms around Mimi's waist, Mimi's arms around his neck. She pulled him closer; he kept on trying to step back and keep a respectable distance between them. He was so unused to dancing. Mimi looked up from his chest, and admired his blush. You didn't need to have moonlight to have romance.

Two weeks had passed. Jyou had been really busy; entrance exams and the like. He lay awake in his bed, again, thinking about her, and the brief encounters they'd had over the last few days; he'd have liked them to be longer, and more lingering, but they hadn't been. He glanced at the flashing clock. Quarter past eleven. He'd been revising late again.
         His eyes began to droop. He entered that state of quasi-sleep, between awake and slumber. It was soft, and fluffy in quasi-sleep. Dreams of the day returned to him, and greeting the ideas of the evening, shaking each others hands, then offering themselves. Their partners accepted, and they danced; black and white hats twirling throughout an open field of fluffy pink clouds. Step in, step out. And switch 'round, and step in, step out, and around again. Days step out; nights step out. Both step out. Stamp stamp. Day steps in, night steps in. Stamp stamp. They swapped places, going in two semi-figures of eight, and then facing each other again... The music drifted over them, like a bucket of cold water, refreshing and awakening....
         ...Awakening.
         Jyou's eyes rose up. He followed suit, and got out of bed. There was music, just outside; a guitar, and singing! Jyou put on his glasses and stepped onto the balcony.
         Mimi was bathed in a small pool of light. Guitar strummed in the shadows, and Mimi stood with a miniature amplifier and a microphone.
         "...A song that will wake you up..!" sang Mimi
         "You have, you have!" Called Jyou. "Now go away; I need my sleep!"
         "What!"
         "Nah, I'm kidding with you Mimi. Just a second!"
         Jyou went back inside.
         Mimi hissed at the shadows. "Now!"
         Taichi, Yamato and Sora abandoned  the respective positions on the sound system, guitar and lights, and  propped a ladder up to Jyou's second storey balcony. Mimi, as dainty and fast as you like, scaled it and stood on the balcony ready for when Jyou came back. Taichi, Sora and Yamato took down the ladder, and disappeared back into the shadows.
         "Mimi!" called Jyou, as he came out the door in his coat, "Where are you!"
         "Uh..." said Taichi, "Mimi's up there."
         "What?" Jyou grabbed the microphone. "I'm attempting to sing a song that will awaken you and aid the Gekomon who are extremely loyal to you and to the idea of you being in charge..!~"
         Mimi looked down from the balcony. "What! You're supposed to be up here!"
         "Okay, okay, I'll be up in a second!"

Jyou and Mimi stood on the balcony, with a distinct absence of moonlight. Night flies gathered around the balcony lantern.
         "It was extremely good natured of Mr. Takenechiwa not to report you for noise pollution."
         "I know. You have such nice neighbours."
         "I can't believe Yamato and the others did that for you."
         "They've been attempting to get you and me together for months. They think you're overworking."
         "Oh? They were, were they? Well, I'll take it easier in the future."
         The pair continued to cuddle.
         "So, what now? Do I drive you home, or would you like to sleep over or what?"
         "I'd like to stay over, if that's alright with you."
         "Sure. I'll sleep on the sofa."
         "Okay... old reliable."
         "...It's only just struck me how much like an old train that makes me sound."

Mimi got out of the shower, stepping onto the bath mat, careful not to drip on the floor. She dried herself, patting herself down with a towel, which she wrapped around herself, and then did her hair up in a second, matching towel. She stepped into the front room, where Jyou stood in front of the window. He was deeply interested by something. Mimi looked over his shoulder.
         "What're you looking at?"
         "Oh, just an old photograph." He showed her. "From by the tram car."
         "I liked your sweater."
         "Really?"
         "Yeah! It worked well with your shorts and shirt."
         "Thanks."
         Jyou fell silent. He focused, instead of on the partially naked Mimi behind him, on the fully clothed one in the picture. The hat was gone though, like the towel behind him, and the dress was nice. He never knew brown and deep pink worked quite so well. Her hair was impeccable, considering they'd been camping for months in the Digital World without a wash or... wait, what about the towel?
         Imagine, if you will, that time has stopped, for everyone but you. Imagine, that the very point where your ribs meet is a dam which holds back the seconds which crush against the concrete and bone. Imagine, the huge pressure there; the tension on your heart, your lungs, and on your entire chest. Timeless, save his heart, which beat at a rate faster than pelting rain, Jyou turned around.
         Mimi pulled Jyou by the hips. Jyou resisted, straining back. She put a hand behind his head, and pulled him in, for a full French kiss.
         "Jyou, vous êtes le seul homme que j'entretiendrais jamais tellement quant au cadeau vous ceci," a dit Mimi, "Vous êtes si aimable, et s'inquiétant. et préparé… cette nuit, avec les bougies, ce must've pris vieillit pour organiser. Ainsi, Jyou, svp, me laissent vous avoir."
         "...What?"
         "...Didn't you go to Paris?"
         "No, That was Taichi. I went to Australia."
         "Oh. I take french in America, did you know?"
         "No, I didn't. But.... Mimi, bist du ein sehr liebes Mädchen zu mir. Ich möchte nicht dich verletzen," Jyou wartete eine Sekunde, oder zwei, die beide selbst gegen diese Verdammung in seinem Kasten errichteten, "wünsche ich ihn nicht sein zu früh. Ich wünsche ihn sein…, wenn wir bereit sind. Wenn wir zu schnell gehen, gibt es eine Wahrscheinlichkeit, dessen das schwache Auto unseres Verhältnisses swerve auf slippy Straßen… von romantischem etwas kann. Es tut mir leid kann ich nicht an ein englisches Wort denken… Aber, Mimi, kann nicht wir warten?"
         "Jyou!" said Mimi, "Stop masking what you really want behind those English metaphors! You keep on trying to be responsible, and trying not to take things too fast. You really are Old Reliable, the old and slow steam engine the workers don't want to replace because of it's antique value. Chugging along, outstripped by every other train on the line! The passengers adore you, but would like to get to where they're going a little faster. Do you understand, you?"
         "Mimi.... I never knew you felt that way."
         "Well, I do. Stop being so... subservient! Do what you want to do!"
         "What I want..? Mimi, I want to care for you, not make rash, meaningless sex on the sofa!"
         Mimi slapped him.
         Smack.
         "If that's what you think what I want for us is, Jyou, then I've had it with you! It's over!"
         Slam.
         ...Echos. They move around, inside your dented skull. They bounce off the walls of your head, aching and throbbing. They collide with your brain. Smack, into them, creating sounds of their own. These sounds are usually questions; "Why did you say that?" "What did you do that for?"
         Jyou sat on the settee, and held his head in his hands. Heavy sobs, not from the dull and faint pain of the slap to his cheek, that was a weak assault, but from the hurt and ache inside his head.
         Click. The sound of a door latch opening.
         "...Forgot my clothes." Mimi muttered as she came back in.
         Jyou got up, and stood at the entrance of the hallway. He blinked tears out of his eyes, which dribbled from under his glasses.
         Mimi looked at him.
         "Mimi....I... I'm sorry."
         What does a girl do in a situation like this? You've just dumped your boyfriend, stormed out, come back in because you forgot you were naked (and it's very cold outside) only to find your now ex-boyfriend sobbing and asking for forgiveness not two minutes after winning the award for the thickest skull in all of Japan. Does a girl stick to her guns, and tell him him "No, I never what to see you again", which wasn't exactly true? Of all the Digidestined, aside from Sora (after sharing a shower and fleeing a Cockatricemon completely in the buff, you can't help but feel close to some people), Jyou was the one Mimi felt closest to. So, what a girl must do is this;
         "Jyou," said Mimi, "I... I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't-" she was cut off.
         "Hush," said Jyou, voice still trembling slightly, as he wrapped his arms around her, "There's no need for words now."
         Koushiro was right; studying cheesy romance movies does pay off.
         Mimi went limp in his strong arms. "Mimi, I am going to make you feel like a goddess," Jyou whispered. In further hushed tones, he said "I am going to give you pleasures beyond that you have ever experienced. Take me."
         "...Take you?"
         Jyou felt much better. His eyes had dried, and echos had faded from his memory. "Take me to where you want."
         Mimi was at first at a loss, but then, she got into it.
        "Okay, Jyou." She grabbed him by his pajama top. "I'll have you here." She forced Jyou into a kiss, pulling him down to meet her. She undid all of his buttons in one quick motion.
        "...Have you done this before?"
        "No!"
        "Okay, but you're awfully good."
        She forced him back into the kiss, and pushed the top off him. She reached down, and grasped the firm, slightly disappointing size-wise monolith through the tented bottoms. Jyou gasped, his breathing heavier. Mimi felt herself getting more moist, in the same was a parched man feels the water down his throat after a long trek in the desert. She moved her dainty, thin fingers up and down his offencive, bludgeoning cock. She felt a bit of dampness on his head through the cotton. "...I didn't think guys got moist?"
         "It's precum," grunted Jyou, "Serves as a lubricant. Keep going..!"
         Mimi gave him a sideways glance. "No, I don't think I will. On your knees, Jyou."
         "What..?"
         "Knees!"
         Jyou knelt down. "What do you want me to do?"
         She forced his head into her crotch. It felt all tickle-y on his nose. "Lick me, doctor-man."
         "Umm... alright." Jyou reached in with his tongue. Mimi gave a sharp gasp, and began to breath a little heavier.
         "Whatever you just touched, do it again!"
         Jyou frowned. Was it here? Apparently not... there? No? Where was it..?
         "Jyou..." gasped Mimi, "What's the matter?" she asked, as he pulled out.
         "I... can't find it," said Jyou, as he looked with his hands. He ran a single finger over the outline of Mimi's crotch, slowly. "Where did I put it? I had it a second ago..." He inserted a finger, making Mimi gasp. He rotated it 'round, trying quite desperately to find the clitoris. "Maybe if I add another..." another digit added to the tally,  and he began to investigate the possibilities of pulling in and out. "Maybe it's on the way in..? I'm meant to know anatomy...." Mimi writhed above him, as he entered a third finger. She tussled and twisted as he probed her, until she shrieked and thrashed, gasping and exclaiming.
        Jyou took off his glasses, and polished them on his bottoms. "Well," he said, "That was very wet."
        Mimi reached under him armpits, and pushed him against the wall. "Now let's see if you have as much fun, hmm?" She pulled off his blue and white, some hints of red striped bottoms, and looked at the slightly-too-short obelisk. Stout and offencive, like a police baton, it stood. Mimi held Jyou against the wall, and impaled herself on it. Jyou gave out a moan, and a grunt of "Wait!" Mimi just carried on; she felt slick and powerful with him inside her. "Condoms..!" groaned Jyou.
        Mimi stopped. Condoms! "Do you have any?" she asked.
        "Bathroom," gasped Jyou, "Sink cabinet".
        Mimi got off of Jyou, who groaned at the sensation of traveling slowly though a damp and warm tunnel. Bathroom, cabinet... There. Mimi can back with the condoms, size "small". She tore open the box, grabbed a packet, ripped the top off with her teeth, thrust the thing (with a tassel on the end and little bumps up and down it) onto Jyou's cock, and sat down on it. She bounced herself up and down, the little tassel on the end titillating and sensationalising her inter workings. Jyou screwed up him face, gasping and grunting, desperately trying to contain and control himself. The dam in his chest burst, lost time speeding past, making up for... well. Hours flew by in seconds, minutes whipped past, and the sensations of wet, warm movement on his sheathed baton all contributed to premature ejaculation.
        Jyou threw back his head, and let out a single, manly syllable of orgasm. Mimi tried to continue onwards, bouncing her dripping crotch up and down, desperately trying to attain a second orgasm. Eventually, she found that it was impossible to have sex with a flaccid man, and gave up. Jyou panted, his head lolling on the wall.
        "Unless you want to wake up to your mother's screams tomorrow morning, we should go to your bed."


Author's Notes.

That was strange. I never realised Mimi was so dominating and sex-driven. Actually, I hold this piece to be somewhat high on the scale of Herr Mullen story goodness. It more than makes up for some of the stuff I've written, certainly. Leave a comment, or something. Also, I'll be doing reviews for authors on the Digiartists Domain. So, if you're an author, send Da Wolfe a lemon and ask for a review from me. It might be amusing. Read me next time.