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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Tucking hair behind her ear, she watches him for a long time before climbing off of him. Leaning down, she kisses the corner of his mouth. "I don't know if you can give me what I need. That's okay though, I love you."

Pulling back she reaches for his shirt once more.

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He looks concerned. "What do you need?" He doesn't want to think he can't give her everything she wants.

He likes watching her wear his shirt. It's very sexy.

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"Mmm. . .I like, I like it when I am used, humiliated. I like it when I am called name." Her cheeks turned a little pink as she took her hair down, combing her fingers through it, she appeared to be very interested in her split ends.

When she started to braid the hair, she stood up and walked to the window. "I like to be called 'little girl.'"

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This worries him. He's not sure that he could completely humilate her. Tie her up. S&M. B&D. These are fine. But he's not sure about using her in the way. He sits up on the bed, watching the red sunset paint her skin scarlet. He slides into his underwear, then stands up and walks up behind her. "I cannot hit you. With a crop, toys, something like that, yes. But to hit you with intent. To treat you like you are nothing, I cannot do this. I could act menacing, but I cannot follow through. Not to the degree that it sounds like you want."

He looks upset. "I cannot think of you in that way." He puts gentle hands on her shoulders. "'Little girl', though is negotiable."

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Very slowly she shakes her head, chewing on her thumb nail as she looks outside the window at the street below them. It's a view that she loves, it seems as if it spreads out forever, that it's not real. She focuses on the scene instead of what she knows is coming. Deep down she knows that something inside of her isn't right and now she is sure that he knows it to. Leaning back into his touch she turned her eyes back toward him and nods a little. "No, I understand, I really do. Whatever you can give me is fine, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, really."

Putting her hand on top of his she rubs the top of his hand and tries to keep the hope and curiosity out of her voice. "Oh? It is?"

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"I feel as if I am robbing you of your pleasure with my inadequacy. At the same time I wonder how much of it is you absorbing what your father did to you and learning to like it in self-defense." He begins to wonder if he's leading her on, making her believe in something will that ultimately fail to satisfy her. His arms tighten a little.

He looks out the window with her, seeing the ordinary, the usual people walking around. A few cars, bikes, people with iPods. At this time of day, he'd be one of them, coming home with his dinner. Sometimes with Ando, sometimes alone.

"Mmmm, I like the thought of you in a school uniform, little girl," the last is said with a little lechiness.

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"You AREN'T inadequate," she sounds very firm in this statement, the first time she's raised her voice besides when she's orgasmed. She didn't want him to feel like that, because he wasn't, because she knows how horrible it is to feel like that. Licking her lips she crosses her arms over her chest, "maybe I did, or maybe I am just that twisted. I know what I like isn't normal, but for a long time that's the only think I knew." She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, her head going back to his shoulder.

"It use to feel so bad, hurt so much, and then I would feel really good. I didn't have any control over it. After awhile I just associated pleasure with pain. He would smack me around and I would . . . come." Her words are soft, she's never admitted this to anyone, no one has ever asked. Even as she speaks she's waiting for him to leave to pull away.

Though her lips twist up into a grin at the mention of the uniform, and when he calls her little girl, she groans under her breath. "One from Japan, or my school girl uniform from home?"

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"You are not twisted. Your father did this to you. You just learned to enjoy it because if you did, he would praise you or give you something or would just even stop. You weren't allowed to be the same as other girls your age." His voice is quiet in her ear and she feels him kiss her there. "There is nothing wrong with you. Your father taught you to react to certain cues. The problem is him. Not you."

"Mmm, yours. I want to see you in yours."

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She sags against his chest, exhaling slowly at his words. It was as if she had been holding her breath for a very long time, waiting for some kind of response, obviously a bad one. "Then it makes it okay, what I want, what I enjoy?" Reaching down she picks up his hand and places it over her stomach, and she smiles a little bit.

The smile grows a bit more as her fingers tighten around his. "Next time I see you, I'll wear it for you."

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"Yes, whatever is enjoyable to you. Whatever you crave. It is not sick." His eyes are incredibly gentle. "I may not be able to give you that, but that is my failure, not something wrong with you. One day I hope you no longer need it, but I understand that it may not be possible."

He kisses her hand. "Mmm, I look forward to that."

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Turning in his arms, she looks up at his face. His gentle eyes melt her, there is no way to deny him or the peace he gives her. When she touches his cheek, she sighs softly. "You aren't a failure just because you don't want to smack me around." Tugging on his hand she leads him to the bed and smiles, as much as she doesn't want to, she knows she'll have to go.

"Hold me for just a little bit, and then we'll go back, okay?" Climbing up on the bed, she kneels and waits for him.

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He follows her to the bed and gets behind her so she can rest in his arms. "May I ask you some very stupid questions?"

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"You can ask me whatever questions you want, darling." Laying down, she urns and snuggles into his arms.

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"What is your favorite color? What flowers do you like? What is the silliest thing you have ever done?"

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"My favorite color is blue, or yellow, which ever is brightest. My favorite flower is daisies, but I love them all because they are so gorgeous." She falls silent trying to think of silly things, then, it hits her. "Uhhh, I dress up in a bear suit and make people laugh."

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"Yellow is my favorite color." He files away the fact that she likes daisies and all kinds of flowers.

"A bear suit?"

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"Really?! That's neat, it's good to know that we both like the same color, it's so bright, how can you not like it?!"

Mentally she's beating herself up, it does sound a little crazy, but she grins anyway. "Sure, try and be unhappy in a bear suit, plus everyone likes a bear hug."

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"It is the color of the sun when it is high in the sky. I like the day. It is warm and bright. It is hard to be sad when the sun is shining."

"Can I see the bear suit?"

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"It is hard to be sad when the sun is shining, when the wind is warm and smells like summer and flowers. It's wonderful, and one of the best feelings in the world."

Sighing she starts to giggle, putting her hand over her face. "Uh-huh, you can see the bear suit, not now but sooner or later. Why do you want to see it?!"

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"Yes, I like to eat lunch outside. It feels so much better when I am not cooped up in the building all day."

"I am curious about the bear suit. " He imagines it's rather silly, but he really has to see her in this thing.

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"I can't imagine being stuck in a building all day, that has to be butt numbing." She giggles and entwines her legs with his. "If you could be any animal, what would you be?"

She can't stop giggling, and as she does so, she snorts, which makes her giggle even more. "I BET you are! Oh, we'll have fun with it."

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"My butt does get numb a lot. That is why we do exercises every day. To keep up our strength." Although the exercises can be extremely boring. "I would be a dog. They are smart and loyal and they help people a lot."

When she snorts, he starts giggling. When she starts laughing more, he starts laughing. "Bear with it?"

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"You get to go out and have recess during the middle of your work day?! That's kinda cool." She never heard of that before, it doesn't sound so bad. "Mmm I like that, but I can't see you as a dog. You are loyal, sweet and helpful though."

His pun makes her groan through her laughter, she pushes his shoulder weakly. "Oh Hiro! That is a bad pun!" That doesn't stop her from stopping laughing.

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"We have a little park on the roof of the building, so that we will feel more relaxed and refreshed. It even has grass." He cocks his head a little. "You cannot see me as a dog? I like dogs. I think I would be a good Akita."

He laughs with her when he realizes just what he said.

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"Do you like that? I mean the park on top of your roof." Sitting up on her elbow, she brushes her hair away from her face and studies him. "A good Akita, but I just can't see you with floppy ears and a tail." Reaching over she started to scratch the top of his head.

When her giggles began to calm down she sighed happily, "I love you, completely and utterly. Bad puns and all."