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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 yips a bit at the swat, but doesn't drop her.

"Mmhmm," he says, bracing them both into the wall of the shower, letting the water cascade over them as he licks her neck. His cock slides against her, starting to harden again, but he knows this is going to take a bit longer. As one arm holds her against him, his fingers caressing her breasts.

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She shivers at the feeling of his cock pressing against her, knowing how hard he can get and that it's for her makes her heart race. Arching her hips she presses her heat, her moisture to his cock, letting him know what's waiting for him.

Salome loves the taste of water in their kiss, loves how the shower soaks both of them. She feels surrounded, by him and the water around them. Groaning against his ear, she runs her fingers through his dark hair. "I didn't know this was going to happen, that I would be this lucky."

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He gently teases her nipples as he slowly rocks back and forth, the water slicking him. "I am the lucky one, sun goddess. I feel as if I have been truly blessed."

He reaches over to the shower gel he keeps in his shower caddy. Squeezing some into his hand, he begins to first soap her back with the scent of sandlewood. Lathered fingers then move to the front of her, making her even more slick. She feels him getting harder as their bodies slide together.

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The smell of the soap adds to ambiance of the shower, it's a sweet, musky scent that she will now forever associate with him and this experience. She steals kisses when she can, moaning against his mouth and ear as she moves with him, easier now with the soap.

The rubbing and grinding are getting to her. Even after two orgasms she has no problem quickly getting a third. She's soaking now, even with the water from the shower he can tell how ready she is. If not from feel, at least by her noises. Gripping the shower wall she presses her lips to his, "I need you, I want you, Hiro. Please." Salome begs him, more then happy to when it comes to something she needs.

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Hiro helps her raise herself to impale herself on him, letting her set the pace. He takes advantage of the lift to gently nuzzle her breasts.

"Salome," he whispers. "Anything you want. Anything." He's wet with the water and pre-cum.

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Her eyes close and her head falls back against the wet shower wall. For a moment she is silent as he fills her up and stretches her out. Moaning gently she opens her eyes to watch him, her hips rocking back and forth slowly. She loves it when he says her name, when he kisses her and watches her.

For a long moment she just watches him, soap running off her limbs, the shower pounding against them. Finally she touches his cheek, but doesn't move forward, shes enjoying his lips on her breasts too much. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me until I scream your name, till I beg you to stop."

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When he's fully sheathed in her, an arm goes around her waist, holding her close as his other hand braces against the wall, giving him leverage. He starts slowly, partly lifting her as he pulls nearly out, then sinks back into her purposely swivelling his hips to give her more contact. His mouth never stops gliding over her skin, licking water, kissing, mouthing her nipples.

He's deliberate, wanting to make this last. He's certainly not anywhere near as desperate as he was before. He wants to watch her pleasure build, wants to see the beautiful blush in her skin when she comes.

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Oh, he is planning on driving her mad, with the way his lips move across her sensitive breasts. She moves with him slightly, and after her heart slows down and her need starts to abate she enjoys the way he moves, how he pushes inside of her. He's thorough, and she can feel every inch of him, every place he touches sets her skin on fire.

She can't remember the last time she's felt this good, besides the times she's been with him of course. She can't remember, and doesn't want to. But she knows that he's going to make her feel even better, and soon. Mouth half open, she moans softly, almost continuously as her eyes lock on his face.

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His eyes are dreamy as they look into hers. Soft grunts and moans mingle with hers as he continues to slowly pump. Her body is so perfect, her eyes...He stutters a bit when he looks at her eyes.

"Your eyes are two different colors!" He's staring at them. "That is so cool!"

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She blinks, caught off guard by the sudden break in the silence between them, and with something so ordinary. Blushing, she looked away, her cheeks turning more red then any other time they had been together. Not a lot of people actually said anything about her heterochromia.

"Y-y-yes. Uh, one of them is brown and the other is blue," she finished lamely. Embarrassed by her defective coloring.

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"I have never seen that. It is amazing." He leans foward and gently kisses her eyelids. "Only a goddess would have such eyes." She can feel his big grin even as he returns to what his mouth was doing before. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and her eyes make her even more exotic.

She feels a surge as his excitement rises with his discovery. However, there's a small worry niggling in the back of his mind that perhaps none of this is real - that she is a fantasy that he's been living. He shoves it aside, deciding that if this is only a fantasy, he will hang onto it with both hands.

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All she can do is whimper, he's taken all power of speech from her. She's never had someone react to her eyes that way. Her cheeks still burn, even more so after he calls her a goddess. He calls her that even after everything, after what she's told him. She has no idea what she did to deserve him, sweet, wonderful Hiro, she doesn't know, but she doesn't want to lose him.

At the sudden rush she groans, her desire for him over riding any embarrassment she may have. Her fingers tighten around him and she begins to move a bit faster with him, her belly tightening as she finally opens her eyes to look at him. Leaning forward she kisses his temple, his hair, "God, I adore you, Hiro. Please, just a little harder."

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Hiro murmers, "Your wish is my command, goddess," and begins to thrust harder. She smells so good, feels so good. Her pussy is clutching against him, making him tremble with anticipation. Both of his arms go around her to allow him even greater advantage as he wraps them around her thighs, pulling her closer to him.

His heart is racing, loving all of the sensations, wanting to please her. The world has narrowed down to just this small space - her smells, her soft sounds, the slick skin rubbing his. He wants her to scream as he rides her, hips twisting and snapping to plunge him hard and deep into her.

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It is just what she needs. The hard and fast thrusts create enough friction to send her over the edge. As her stomach tightens her hips thrust up hard against his, fucking herself on his cock in order to get what she needs. When she finally comes, she screams his name. Up to this point she had tried to keep her voice down, unsure who, if anyone was listening. But this is too good, too powerful to keep silent.

One hand grabs at the slick wall she's leaning back against, while the other grabs at his shoulder. Nails digging into the skin she writhes against the wall, her whole body flush, her eyes closed as she's swept away by pleasure. She wants him close, and her whole body pulls at him, including her pussy. Pulsing and contracting around him, trying to get him deeper, to milk him for his orgasm.

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Hiro manages to last a few thrusts longer - the pain/pleasure of her nails and the clutch of her slick walls finally sends him over. He screams her name, as unheeding as she as to who hears. It's not as if his neighbors, for the most part, are home and it's none of their business. Hot seed shoots into her, his body shuddering in the intensity of his orgasm.

He holds her close as he continues to tremble. When gravity pulls him from her, he moans at the loss. He nuzzles her, wanting so badly to remain connected. Slowly he lets her back onto her feet, never letting her go for a second.

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When she's put down on her feet she whimpers, her legs are like jelly and it takes her a moment to actually regain the ability to stand up straight. Leaning against him, she keeps an arm around his neck her cheek on his shoulder as she fought to catch her breath. Opening her eyes she looks at him and smiles, she can't find the words to express to him how much she likes him, how happy he makes her.

So she shows him, picking up the wash cloth, she uses the shower gel to wash him. Eyes down cast, she moves the soapy cloth over his arms, his shoulders and his chest, making sure that every inch of him is taken care of.

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Hiro squirts shower gel directly onto his hands and soaps her as well, kneading her muscles gently as he goes. Slowly he goes down on his knees in front of her, kissing her pussy before he cleans her there, then down her legs. Encouraging her to put her hands on his shoulders, he has her lift each foot to be soaped. He looks up into her downcast eyes, his smile blazing with love.

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Looking down at him, her eyes widen as her she put her hands on his shoulders. No one has ever taken this kind of time to take care of her, and to take care of her so thoroughly. That look in his eyes, it takes her breath away, and she can feel herself falling for him even more. As her fingers touch his cheek, she moans weakly. "You don't have to do this, Hiro-kun. I am suppose to take care of you."

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"We take care of each other," he says. "You and I are equals." He's suddenly all-too aware of the fact that he's on his knees and that he's very close to begging her to marry him, even though he's only recently met her. But he won't put that kind of pressure on her, not yet. Not until he is sure that she feels the same way he does.

He stands up slowly, still keeping his hands on her. Wanting to keep the connection, he caresses her skin. "Do you want me to wash your hair?"

OOC: I just recently looked again at Salome's user info. She's an inch taller than Hiro.

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This is something completely foreign to Salome, that she would be equal to someone. Not just some toy to be used and set aside, and the thought that he sees her like that brings her to tears. Taking a deep breath she swallows and nods for him, "y-yes, I would like that."

But she doesn't turn around, she picks up his hands and brings them to her cheek. "Hiro, I . . . I've never met someone like you. You make me so happy, I really like you. A lot." Her cheeks are a little pink as she stutters through her explanations of her feelings, she has no idea how he feels. But he's treated her so well, has been so gentle and tender, that had to mean something, right?

ooc: LoL really? That's totally funny. I didn't know!

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"I love you, Salome." He blushes furiously, but it doesn't stop him from saying, "My heart belongs to you." He kisses her gently on the lips. "You are the most wonderful person in the entire world." His brown eyes search hers. He sees a little confusion, gratitude and something he doesn't want to name. Not yet. He only knows how it warms his heart. "And your eyes are so beautiful." He kisses her eyelids again.

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Her jaw drops at his words, she was stunned and caught off guard by his words. She wanted to hear them from him, she just was surprised that he would say them first. Shaking her head she whimpers and grips his arms so he can kiss her eyelids. God, he is perfect. "I love you too, Hiro. God I felt something for you the moment we spoke, but I never knew if you felt the same way. I thought it would be too soon."

Her voice cracks and she opens her eyes to look at him, where she was once embarrassed by her uneven eyes, she finds them her best asset. If he likes them that much. "If you like them that's all that matters."

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"Some people say I fall in love too easily, but I have never felt like this before. You make me feel like I can do anything." His hands drop and he takes her in his arms, hugging her close. "I knew you were special. You may not have an ability like I do, but you are so very special. Do not ever believe you are not. Do not ever let anyone make you believe that."

One of his hands sneaks over to his shampoo, which smells pretty much like his soap with a little more citrus in it. With a silly grin he squirts some on top her head and begins to massage it into her scalp.

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Wrapping her arms around his neck she presses her face against him and moans happily. "You can do anything, Hiro, I know you can. I don't care what they say, I love you too. Every time you touch me my heart starts to race, you make me feel special." At the feeling of the shampoo, she grinned and shivered before her arms unwrapped from around him.

Stepping back a little, put keeping her hands on his hips she bowed her head and offered more of her head to him. Giggling she wiggled a little bit, "Ooooh that feels really good."

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"Good. I want you to feel very good." His fingers are massaging her scalp, the base of her skull. He likes playing with her hair, even when it's wet. It's not as heavy as his own.

When it's thoroughly lathered, he tips her head back into the water and rinses it out. The water is starting to cool, so he makes it quick before he cuts it off. He hops out first and grabs the towel to wrap around her.