Drive-in. [powered_otaku]

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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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"That would mean a lot, that you would include Jonba. You don't have to do that." Cupping his cheek, she brushed her finger moving over his bottom lip as she looked into his eyes. "I don't understand how I am so lucky to be with you."

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"Why not include Jonba? Seeing things through a child's eyes is a wonderful experience. And I would not want to keep you far from him for long. He will want his independence soon enough. Now is the time to keep him close." She can feel the heat of his blush under her fingers. "I am the lucky one. You could have any man you wanted."

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"Because he's a little kid . . . I didn't think most men wanted to be with a girl who already has a baby." Her voice was a soft whisper as she lent down and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I want you, I want your mouth and your fingers . . ." Each word was punctuated with a kiss, a light nip of his bottom lip. "Every part of you."

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"I like children. I want children. And when I said I wanted everything, I want him, too. He is a part of you." He kisses her gently.

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She moaned softly as her lips met his, still reeling from his words and his understanding. Opening her mouth she touching his bottom lip lightly as she pressed down against him. Wanting to find a way to show how much she appreciated him, his words.

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He melts into her kiss, holding her close. She's so warm, so giving and he wants her to know how much he cherishes her. His touch is gentle, but there is no mistake that he wants her.

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Her fingers disappears in his silky hair, stroking him as she holds him close. As her hips move, rolling and rocking against his as she reached down to undo the button of his fly. Each move slow, calculating if he didn't want it, he could stop her.

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He groans a bit as she releases him. There's nothing disguising his excitement as his dick tries to slip out of his underwear. His fingers in the meantime have sneaked under her top to loosen her bra.

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"Can you take us somewhere more . . ." She glances around as she kisses down his chest, fingers sliding up the underside of his cock. "Private?" As much as she likes fooling around in public, she wants to be completely naked with him.

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"Where do you want to go?"

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"Anywhere, your place? We can go anywhere in the world."

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"Hold onto me." He pulls the blanket with everything on it towards him. One minute they're on a dark hill, the next they're in Tokyo in full daylight. Everything has come with them He has a fairly small apartment, a typical Tokyo bachelor pad with a small living room, tiny kitchen. There isn't too much traffic in this area at this time of day, though she can hear people chatting below. It's rather warm, but it's one of those rare dry days in Tokyo in the mid 70's. If she looks out the windows at all, she will see people lazily walking around, a number in kimonos as Hiro lives in an older neighborhood. The apartment is full of bookcases that are crowded with books, models and DVDs. In one corner sits a kabuto and a sword stand bearing an okatana with a gold symbol on the hilt.

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Lifting her head she blinked at the light, letting her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. A slow smile spreads over her lips and she sits up, running her finger thought her blond disheveled hair. "I Like it," she confides in him, turning her attention back to him. Grinning she slowly pulled her tank top off and set it aside, along with her bra.

Her skin was cinnamon color, no tan lines, who needed a top in Nassau with no one around. There were a few yellowed bruises on her sides, faded with time, she ignored them as she laid back down against him kissing his mouth.

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As she's kissing him, he teleports them to the bedroom. He has a king-sized futon with a blue summer cover on it which is rather rumpled. "Better than the floor," he smiles. One hand gently caresses her breast, stroking her nipple as the other one cups the back of her head, twining in her hair.

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"Mmmm, that is a very handy talent to have." Groaning softly, she arched her back, offering her breasts to him as her nipples hardened under his fingers. Kissing his mouth quickly she reached back down to stroke his dick through the fabric of his underwear.

"If I ask you nicely will you take your top off for me?"

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He grins. He sits up, pulling her up with him. "Your wish is my command." As she sits on his lap, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and lets it slither down his arms. He pulls it off and tosses it away. He's still wearing a t-shirt underneath.

"Would you like to rip it off?"

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She couldn't help but laugh, grinning at him as she straddled his lap. Shaking her head, she gave him a look as she tugged his tee shit up and off, tossing it toward the foot of the bed. "No, I want to wear it later, plus I would just make a fool out of myself trying to tear it."

Pressing her chest up to his, she kissed him tenderly, seductively as she cupped his cheek.

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Hiro kisses her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips. He then nuzzles her neck, breathing her in as he pulls her close. "You smell so good." He gently nips the lobe of her ear, then a small line of them to her neck. He is very careful to not even abrade her skin. His own skin is tan, but it's obvious he has worn some clothes to the beach as he has a few tan lines. He has a few scars, especially around his hands and neck from kendo accidents. He doesn't have a lot of hair, even under his arms and despite the fact that he shaved over 6 hours ago, his face is still fairly smooth.

His fingers gently tease her nipples, rubbing them with the pad of his thumb as he continues to kiss her neck, then moving to her collar bone.

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As his lips explored her throat and collar, her hands moved over his smooth skin. Truth be told she had never been with a man like him before, and by that she meant, Japanese. It wasn't as if he was different, but she was enthralled by his smooth skin, and his scent. The way his black hair fell across his forehead how his lips sent shivers down her spine. Groaning low she started to rub and rock her hips against his, it was completely uncontrollable.

As she bowed her head she ran into a scar, and then another one, opening her eyes she carefully touched them. Breathing quickly her nails brushed over the slick skin. "Where did you get theses?" Her voice was breathless as she tossed hair away from her eyes.

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"Kendo. The shinai will slip past the guard and dislocate knuckles or cut into the skin. And the neck is a prime target area. I have gotten these over the years. Your skin is so lovely, such a lovely sun-kissed...is that right? sunkissed? color."

With his hair rumpled and his glasses off his face, he looks even younger. To most Westerners, he doesn't really look his age even when his hair is slicked back and his glasses are on. He doesn't look for scars on her. He is afraid he will only get angry again if he finds that her father has hurt her that badly. Childhood accidents, sporting accidents - these he understands.

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"The shinai," she repeats softly, working to remember all the words he's taught her so far, she's afraid she'll forget all of them. Nodding she smiles and looks down at her own body. "Yes, that's right, sun-kissed, tanned. I don't like wearing clothes." Laughing she lifts her head to look into his eyes, happily gazing into the dark pools.

She notices his youth right away, that's what happens when everyone says you look so young, you notice it in other people. Kissing one eyebrow and then his temple she cradled the back of his head with the palm of her hand. Pulling back she nuzzled him a bit as she ran her hands over his arm and shoulders. "You are so lovely, so warm, I love your skin, your smell."

There were bruises, most of them faded, her scars lightened through creams and sun. She had broken bones, that was what she got, and bloody noses, broken jaws. What others see as abuse she sees as a simple punishments, she never understood why people got so upset that her father would do that to her. What she would get upset about is the lack of freedom, you can't swim with a broken arm. Even that became normal after awhile.

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"The shinai is a bamboo practice sword. To use a real sword in kendo would be dangerous, even with all the padding."

He smiles at her warmly. "It is such a pity that you have to wear clothes, but at the same time, you would have men falling over their tongues were you wander everywhere without them. They would all trip over themselves to be close to you."

"You smell like sunshine. The sun does marvelous things to your skin."

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"You always teach me such fascinating things, if I wasn't half naked and enjoying myself, I would think I was in school." She teases him just a little bit. She really does enjoy learning from him, in all ways.

As she places a small kiss on his lips she urges him to lay down. His words make her blush and she shakes her head, placing soft kisses on his chest to hide her embarrassment. "What if it was just for you? You could have your very own naked piece of sunshine!" She laughs as her lips trail down his chest, tongue following behind, tasting him.

Nipping right below his navel, she looks up at him, her fingers toying with the waist band of his underwear.

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He shrugs with a chagrinned smile. "Once a geek, always a geek."

He lays back. "I would be forever thankful that a sun goddess chose me. Amaterasu would give up her position to you to acknowledge your great beauty."

Hiro gasps a bit at the nip, then moans as she plays with his underwear.

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"I am beginning to like geek," she admits with a laugh.

She was also beginning to like the compliments, after she could get over the fact that they are compliments. "I - I'm not a goddess." Very slowly she hooks her fingers under the waist band and tugs his underwear and pants down. As his cock springs free, she catches him in her mouth, sucking very lightly at his head, getting use to his taste.