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Not Quite Cassanova	By : dragonknight337 Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) Views: 4567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Not Quite Cassanova
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Souji wonders if it's wrong to have that spark of fear flare up in the pit of his stomach when he sees his girlfriend coming towards him in the hallway, but he can't help it when she's moving with such purpose, staring a hole right through him as she approaches. He almost wants to run as she approaches, sending the first years in her path to either side of the hall; he's pretty sure Moses has nothing on her.

“Hey,” Ai says, as she reaches him. She doesn't sound like she's angry, and that's good, right? Then again, she does seem to be a little more on edge than usual, so he remains braced for impact. She doesn't give him a chance to greet her, as she continues, “Are you doing anything after school?” He shakes his head, and she loses some of the hard edge in her stance - she even smiles a little. “Then walk me me home after school.” It's more of a demand than a request, but he's used to it. What he doesn't expect is the way her cheeks flushed as she said it.

That's got him curious; what about that is so embarrassing? It's not like he hasn't done it a dozen times before. “Something up?” he asks.

She reddens more. “What?” she answers a little too quickly, sounding defensive, startled. She's very purposely avoiding his eyes.

“It's just you seem... well, different.” He regrets saying that as soon as it out of his mouth; she looks up at him, scowling, her eyes flashing dangerously.

“Shut up,” she snaps at him. “Is it so weird for a girl to want to spend time with her boyfriend?!” The few people still lingering in the halls on their way to lunch top and look; when they see it's Ai, they decide to move on before they get caught in the crossfire.

Souji barely has the courage required to force a meek “No” out of his mouth in response.

That seems to satisfy her. “Good. Then don't be late,” she says, much less scarily, smiling apologetically at him. She walks past him, and he continues on his way to lunch, amazed at how fast she can go back and forth between moods.

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Later in class, he finally realizes just why she'd be embarrassed about asking him to walk her home, and why she'd be angry about him noticing said embarrassment. Oh, fuck, he thinks, this is bad. Well, not bad in that he didn't want to (and he definitely wants to), but bad in that he didn't know how. ...wait, not that he didn't know - of course he knew!- it's just... he didn't have any experience in this. Maybe he could ask a friend? He goes through the list in his head: Chie and Yukiko were out by default, he doubts Daisuke or Yosuke could be any help, Kou? -he shakes his head, no way does he want to hear any jokes about Ai polishing his balls today. He badly wishes he'd taken up Sayoko on her “anatomy lessons” offer last week.

Fuck, so much for getting help on this. Well... he could wing it, right? If he can fight shadows in the TV world, sex should be no problem, right? He's not entirely sure about that. I can do this, he repeats to himself over and over.
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Even though he's usually glad to be out of King Moron's grasp, the class seems to end all too soon for his tastes. His stomach feels like it's made of lead as he makes his way out of the classroom, and heads downstairs. Any last minute hopes of her postponing this are dashed, as Ai is waiting for him at the foot of the stairs. She smiles at him, takes his hand

I can do this, he tells himself again, as they're walking out. I can do this, I can do this.
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She's on him almost at the same time he hears her turn the lock on her bedroom door, hands pulling his shirt out of pants, roaming underneath for a moment before she decides it'd be easier to just rid him of the shirt. Determined not to be the only one losing their shirt, Souji's hands move to her blouse. The more he uncovers, the less he thinks this was a bad idea. The shirts make their way to the floor, and he's feeling confident now, so he pulls her close, his arms wrapping around her waist, fingers searching out the zipper, as he leans down to kiss her. Her arms drape around his neck, and he can feel more than hear the appreciative noise she makes as she brushes against his growing hard on.

Finally, he's found the damn zipper; he tugs it down, and the skirt falls down to the floor. Ai steps out of it as he guides her backwards to her bed, one hand working at his belt buckle. Her knees hit the back of the bed, and she sits there on the edge, watching him impatiently. Souji doesn't keep her waiting long, and he joins her in bed. So far, so good. He thinks maybe he's been worrying for nothing, that he can make his way though this on primal instinct alone.

Unfortunately for him, it ends up being more of a hindrance. He make his first slip-up trying to undo her bra clasp, he's too excited, and loses his grip, popping her back with the strap; she sighs irritably as she slaps his hands away, and unhooks it herself. He shrugs it off as a rookie mistake; hey, the closest he's been to a bra before is when he was carrying her bags. She on the other hand, shrugs out of it, and suddenly he doesn't really care about that anymore.

“Are you just going to sit there?” Souji realizes he's been staring, but she couldn't blame him, could she? He's (and probably every other guy in school) been dreaming about setting sight on those for some time now. So no, no he definitely isn't just going to sit there; he tries to look like he knows what the hell he's doing as he reaches a hand out to cup one. He follows the cues he gets from her -sighs, gasps- to find out what she likes best. Emboldened, he takes the other in his free hand, thumb teasing the pink nub to hardness.

Ai doesn't leave him hanging; she slips a hand in the fly of his boxers, and Souji gasps, his eyes closing as he feels her fingers close around his cock. She smiles at this, and gives a single stroke, her thumb circling the crown when she reaches the top. His hands fall away from her as she does it again, quicker this time, and he's glad her parents aren't around, because they would have heard him call her name from all the way downstairs. She lets go then, and his eyes shoot open at the lack of contact. “You're not having all the fun,” she says in response to his stunned look.

Oh. Well, he can't complain, that'd probably (definitely) be a lot better than getting a handjob, for the both of them. He stands up, frees himself from his shorts, and clambers back into bed, kissing her roughly as he brings them both down to the bed. He thinks it's going well enough, Ai's kissing him back as hard as he gives, one gripping a bicep, the other lost somewhere in his hair. Souji works a hand downwards to get rid of the last obstacle separating them...

“Ow,” she growls from underneath him. “Get off my hair!” He realizes the forearm he's propping himself up on is trapping some of her hair; he moves quickly, apologizing profusely as he does. “Whatever,” she huffs, pulling him down again, and again Souji goes back to working her panties off, taking care to keep from injuring her this time. He gets them out of the way, tossing them off to the floor, and repositions himself between her legs. They make eye contact as he guides himself into the right spot; he can't help but gasp as the head of his cock slides into the slick warmth of her. She's ready, he's sure as hell ready – this is it, the moment of truth. He thrusts... and judging from her rapidly changing expressions – shock, confusion, pain, and oh god, anger – he's guessing he did not do it right.

That was the last straw apparently. “Stop, just stop!” she yells, pushing him off her, and he rolls off to the side, stares at the ceiling, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. He feels her move and he just knows she's going get up, throw his clothes at him, and tell him to get out. He's about to apologize for being an epic failure, but before he can, she's straddling him, and he's not sure what's going on, but he's glad she doesn't have that angry look on her face still. Maybe she's realizing this wasn't the best time to give him the controls, and is taking over again. “Let me do it,” she says before moving to kiss him, and he wishes she'd just done that in the first place.
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