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
"No, That was Taichi. I
went to
"Oh. I take french in
"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.