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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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"Mochiron! It would not be the future without a hover car." He pulls over the cooler, takes out the lemon Chuhais, then leans up against it. He holds out his arms and pats his lap for her to sit on.

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Her eyebrows rose at his gesture but she certainly didn't turn it down. Moving forward she sat down on his lap and put her head on his shoulder. Smiling, she let her finger make a pattern on his shirt as she closed her eyes. This was wonderful.

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He puts one of the lemon Chuhais in easy reach for her and puts his arm around her shoulders. He wipes his fingers on his own sleeve, then begins playing with her hair. It's so soft and silky. He looks down at her snuggled against him and it makes his breath catch for a moment. He is quite smitten by her. He admires that she can still hold onto her gentle spirit, despite the things her father has subjected her to. He looks up at the screen, but he can't really say he's paying much attention to the movie.

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At the fingers in her hair she whimpered a little and snuggled closer, fingers in her hair drove her crazy. His arms felt good around her, strong and secure, and for awhile she was content to sit there, simply relaxing. She grew antsy though, and slowly her fingers explored his jawline and the dark wisps of hair at his temples. So worried that he would get upset with her and leave her, she kept her touch light only placing a couple kisses on his cheek.

She really liked him, and truly didn't want to upset him.

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Hiro looks at her and smiles. It's so strange to sit here touching her without the kind of censure he would get at home for not only the "public display", but the fact that she is gaijin. It was strange in Texas, too, where, after they got used to him, they totally accepted him and Charlie as an item. If his family was more traditional, he might have some problems, but his sister is attracted to Western men.

Perhaps it just runs in the genes.

He kisses her temple, his fingers still playing with her hair, letting the strands of it spill through his fingers.

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"I like it when you touch my hair, when you play with it. It feels really good." She admitted softly, turning her head up to watch him, studying his face in the light of the movie screen. Someone in the movie was doing something, but she didn't care, not even when she invited him. It was just a ploy to spend time with him.

She wondered about spending more time with him, if he would like that. Or if he would still want to after she told him about Jonba, if she even did. Worry about what he would think of her made her worry about what other's thought of them. Hearing the words her father used describing different races, meant she knew that not everyone was tolerant of foreigners.

Shaking her head slightly, she hugged him before kissing right below his ear.

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"It is so soft," he says just as quietly. "I love touching it." His hand doesn't stop at all, fingers weaving through the strands. His eyes are gazing into hers. He's got a bit of grin on his face - he's not paying any more attention to the movie than she is.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers. "I could just stare at you forever."

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Very lightly she touched his cheek and then his lips, her fingers trembling slightly as she explored his features. When he spoke, she felt her chest begin to tighten, and she was speechless. All she could do was simply nod, an acknowledgement of his words. Shifting in his lap, she brought her lips closer to his, not kissing but dangerously close.

"Thank you, Hiro-kun. You are so sweet, so handsome, I'd like to stay like this for a very long time."

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He can't help himself. Her lips are so close and her eyes are so gentle. He kisses her. He's not sure he can stop himself this time as his hand slips through her hair and gently strokes the nape of her neck. His other arm tightens a little around her as he pulls her closer to him.

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It was her turn to moan into the kiss, a small little noise in the back of her throat as her lips pressed against his. Turning her torso in order to get into a better position, she straddled his lap. Fingers lightly combed through his hair, the fine strands tickled her palms as she moaned softly once more.

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He's definitely lost this time. Her soft moans inflame his passions and her turn in his lap adds to the fire. He tumbles back onto the blanket, letting her cover him as they go over. Her hair cascades around his face, soft strands brushing his cheeks as they fall. He pulls her closer, arm encircling her waist. She feels so good.

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Falling back with him she grinned in the kiss, excited, thrilled at the prospect of being this close to him. As her chest presses against his she can feel his heart racing, nearly as fast as her own. Despite her need for him, she fought the urge to grind her hips against his. It's hard though, especially with his arm around her, with his mouth hot and pliant against hers.

In the end, she loses the battle, pressing her hips lightly down against his.

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Hiro moans and she can feel him harden against her. One leg twines around hers as he lines them up and shimmies a bit to let her feel his excitement. His hands are moving, caressing, searching for skin.

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Her eyes fly open when she feels him, and for a second she stops moving. All she can hear is her heart and blood pounding in her ears. All she can feel his him against her, and she doesn't know what to do. When his fingers find the skin under her tank top, it all comes back to her.

Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she groans and pushes back against him. grinding, stimulating him, and trying to let him feel how hot she is under her panties and shorts.

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Her skin is silky and warm. Her body, writhing against his, feels so good that he groans around her tongue. His tongue strokes against hers, chases it into her mouth. One hand sneaks under the waistband of her shorts, skims her panties until he reaches her slit. His fingers slip under the panties. He moans as he feels how wet she is. His thumb rubs her clit as two fingers sink into her, fucking her gently.

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A million thoughts race through her head at once when she feels his fingers. They feel so good, and just what she wanted, out of instinct her hips buck up against his hand, forcing them deeper. Even as she thrusts against him, her fingers reach down to grab his wrist and she breaks the kiss. Breathing fast, her body shaking against his she stares down at him.

Sweeping her hair back over her shoulder, she swallows hard. "Don't leave me, if I give you this, please don't forget me. . ." She knows men, she knows they have needs, and that once they have those needs met that they go else where. On top of him, open and vulnerable, her voice becomes even softer. "Or if you are going to, let me know now, that's all I ask. I won't be upset."

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His eyes fly open. "Do you think this is the only reason I want you?" His heart is breaking for her. "Salome," he whispers her name, "you mean far more to me than this." He stops his hand, though his fingers do not leave her. "You are so much more than this. This is only a part of who you are. If you think this is the way to hold me, do not worry. Your sweet smile, your gentle heart - these are the things I love about you. I do not just want this - I want all of you. Good or bad."

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It's hard to think of what else anyone would want from her besides this, especially since that's what she's been taught for years. She believes him though, with all her heart she does, in fact she believes him so much that she feels guilty for doubting him. Leaning down, she kissed him lightly as her fingers let go of his wrist and she undid her shorts so his hand has more space.

"Thank you, Hiro, I believe you," she whispers against his lips.

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Part of him can't do this. He feels like he'd be lying to her, but he knows at the same time that if he doesn't, she's going to feel like he's lying to her. His heart is thundering, his mouth dry, but he sinks in a third finger into her, stroking her. His thumb continues rubbing her clit. Now that it's not quite as confined, his fingers nearly slip out, then slide back in.

"Everything," he says softly. "Good and bad. Nothing you can say will drive me away, Salome."

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Breathing against his mouth, she keeps her mis-matched eyes open, watching him as she pushes herself down on his fingers. A shudder runs down her spine and she groans. Her pussy squeezes him as her moans grow louder, God he feels good, and she can't help by taking what she needs from his fingers. In the midst of his promise she grabbed him, kissing him passionately to stifle herself as she comes.

Soaking and clamping down on his fingers she tries hard to keep her body under control so no one who happened to glance over could tell.

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His mouth moves back onto hers swallowing her moans. His eyes gaze into hers and she can see the smile that takes over his face, even as his mouth still moves over hers. Then she can feel him buck against her thigh as he comes in his pants. He actually looks a bit surprised as he hadn't realized how close he was.

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As she feels him buck, she smiles into the kiss and very slowly pulls back to look down at them. Her whole body is flush, her eyes bright as she lets her fingers reach down to slid over the crotch of his pants. She can feel that he's damp, confirming what she suspected. Bowing her head, she places her lips back against his. "Mmm God, Hiro, that was really good, did you enjoy it?"

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"Yes," he moans gently. "Ii deshyo. An'ta wa uts'kushi. Totemo uts'kushi." He gets a wicked grin on his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them of her juices. "Oishii."

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She groans watching him, her eyes half open as she takes him in. Leaning forward she kisses his fingers and his mouth, tasting herself on him. "What did you say?" She whispers between kisses, highly arouse at the sight of him licking her up.

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His brain is still trying to catch up. English isn't his first language so he usually has to think before he speaks. His eyes look a little blank as he recalls what he said. "Yes, it's good. You're beautiful, very beautiful." He deepens the kiss as his hands smooth over her silky skin.