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    It was a nice, warm summer night, the sun had gone down and it had cooled down to the point where you could sit outside and not sweat.  The drive in, was two screens, a parking lot, and hills that surrounded the parking lot and gave a perfect view of the cars and the screen.  Salome had walked from her house, and bought two tickets before climbing up on one of the hills and spread the blanket her grandmother had given her.

A grandmother, yeah that was still weird.

Sitting down on the blanket, she put the basket down next to her and took out a bottle of water.  Once she took a long drink, she text messaged Hiro to know that she was there.  Hopefully he would be able to spot her.

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Hiro smiles when he gets her text message. He grabs a cooler with various flavors of Chuhai on ice, then appears close to where she is, but out of sight of most of the people. He peers around in the twilight and spots her lounging on the hill.

"I brought the Chuhais and some cold duck noodles." He puts the cooler on one of the edges of the blanket so that it'll weigh it down. "I hope you like them. I got it from the Chinese place near my apartment."

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Looking up, she grinned and nodded, climbing up on her knees so she could see him properly. After being coped up in the house, she was very, very happy to see him. This was such a normal thing to do.

"It sounds really good, I brought chicken and potato salad! Oh and my grandma and I made cookies, I hope you like them." Laughing she tucked hair behind her ear, "please, sit down!"

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Hiro folds easily to his knees, then sits Japanese style on his feet. "Homemade cookies are great! I brought lemon, lime, grapefruit and peach. I also like ume, but I am not sure you would like that much." He pulls out a can of each as he names them, setting them on the top of the cooler. Of course, all the writing on them is Japanese, but they've each got colors corresponding to the fruit flavor.

"Chicken and potato salad are great picnic foods. Should we get food out now before the movie starts or should we wait?"

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She looked at the way he sat and made an attempt, but figured it was probably safer to just cross her legs. "What's ume?" Glancing at the cans she finally picked peach and opened it. There was something a little naughty at getting away with drinking. Generally that part of her behavior stayed at home.

"I think that would be a great idea, I am starving!" Taking a sip of the drink she opened the basket and took out the containers. Opening them up and setting out two plates and silverware.

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"Ume is..." He's trying to remember what fruit Charlie told him was the English equivalent. "...small red fruit with yellow insides. The American version is much more sweet than ume." He's making a circle with his fingers to indicate the size. "Some time I could bring some umeshu, which is a sweet ume wine."

Hiro pulls out the noodles in the ubiquitous white carton. The duck is marinated in soy and sesame with a little ginger added. Udon noodles are covered with sauce. Hiro hands her the carton.

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"It sounds good, is it like a plumb? Either way, I will try it, you know me." Flashing him a grin, she took another sip before setting the can aside so she could take the carton.

"Your food smells so much better then mine. It's the reason I invite you places, for your food." Winking, she picked up a fork and twirled the noodles around them before taking a bite.

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"That is it! Plum. Japanese plums are not as sweet as the American plums." He picks out one of the grapefruit Chuhais.

"Chicken is great for picnics. It smells reallly good. Did you make it?" He takes a bite. "This is good!"

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"That was like totally a lucky guess, I had no idea. Guessing fruit is not my forte." Sitting back, she stretched out her legs, wiggling her toes in the cool green grass.

"I helped!" She beamed proudly at that, very pleased that he liked her cooking, even if it was only a little help. Slurping noodles, she grinned and wiped her mouth. "I am glad you like it!"

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Hiro finishes off the drumstick, then grabs a breast. "Mmm, you are a wonderful cook." He unfolds enough to kick off his shoes. He's not sure if he should take off his socks or not. "Did you use cornflakes for the crust?"

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Nodding her head, she bit on her bottom lip, her cheeks pink, even in the dim light. After a long drink, she sat the carton down and wiped her hands. "Thank you, I'll have to learn how to cook more things," especially if he enjoyed it.

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"I do not cook much at all. I usually do not have the time." Hiro finishes off his piece, then starts on the potato salad. "Did you make this, too?"

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"That might be a little funny, considering what you can do." Chewing on a piece of duck, she swallowed and licked her lips. "No, that was actually store bought, I can't take credit for that."

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Hiro blinks for a second, then grins. "I never thought of that. Still, I do not have the skill to fix anything more than the most simple of dishes." He finishes his potato salad, then starts on his noodles. "Store bought is also good. It is the easy way to get a good meal sometimes. At home there are all kinds of little groceries and convenience stores usually conveniently placed along bus routes and train stations so you can always just drop in and get somthing." He watches as more cars pull into the lot. "Looks like it will be a large crowd tonight." He finishes off the grapefruit Chuhai and picks out a peach one.

"Do you do all the cooking at home?"

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She crawls up on to his hips, resting there as her fingers move down his chest, dragging her nails over his skin lightly. Bowing her head she presses her teeth carefully to his throat, nibbling for a moment before she finds her voice to speak. "That's lucky for me, you have a beautiful smile. It never fails to make me smile in return."

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He gasps softly at her nails. She can feel him begin to stir under her. "We are perfectly matched." His hands smooth over her back. His eyes are gentle as they gaze into hers.

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"Do you think so? That we are good together?" Her hips start to move against his, eyes half open as she watches him with a slow smile. Interested in how he reacts to her nails, she applies more pressure down his sides and to his hips.

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"Yes, I do. In many ways." He moans as her nails go down his sides. "So good. You feel so good." His hands slide from her back to her front, gently fondling her breasts.

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Her nipples harden under the fabric of his shirt that she is wearing and she moans softly. Losing track of her nails she stills her hands and allows him to take and explore however he wants. Her throat is dry and it takes her a moment to speak, when she does, it's a whisper. "Will you tell me, tell me what you want me to do? What would please you?"

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There are no places to tie him down on the futon which is a bit frustrating. "Tie my hands. My ties are in the closet. Grab the ugliest one in there."

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She rose and moved off of him easily, to the closet she opened the door and looks inside. For a moment, she hesitated before picking out the one she dislikes the most. Coming back to him she smiles, but it's oddly cool as she surveys him. Without asking, she grabs his wrists and loops the tie around them, tying him securely before tucking the other end under the mattress. Perhaps their weight will keep it in place, but she makes a rather disappointed noise in the back of her throat.

Grabbing his chin between two fingers, she shakes her head as she turns his face so he is forced to look at her. "You'll have to fix this, won't you? How can you be tied up properly if there is nothing to tie you to?"

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"Yes, sun goddess, I will get a better bed." He is definitely turned on. He is panting a little after her tying him and his eyes are dilated. "A bigger bed, too."

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"That's a good boy, you wouldn't want to disappoint your goddess." Her finger brushes over his bottom lip and she grinned, standing up. "You look good tied up, toy. I think I am going to play with you," she remarks idly, twisting her hair up into a pony tail. "Would you like to play a game with me?"

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Hiro nods. "Oh yes, goddess. I like your games."

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"Of course you do." She smiles and pulls the covers down past his hips so he is completely naked. Kneeling on the edge of the bed she drags her nails lightly up the length of his cock. "The game we are going to play is simple, I am going to see how many times you can make me come before you beg me to let you come. Do you understand, toy?"

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Hiro's eyes grow wide. "Yes, goddess," he gulps. He knows that maybe, possibly he can last two times, but he's really going to have to steel himself to keep from betraying himself.