HISAO: "How are you feeling?"
NARRATOR: "Emi shrugs noncommittally."
EMI: "I'll be fine. Come on, let's go."
NARRATOR: "We pause outside the girl's dorm and I turn to face Emi, ready to say goodbye."
EMI: "Why don't you come up for a while?"
NARRATOR: "The walk up to her room is in silence. I'm not sure why I supposed I'd be turned away at the door. I guess I just assumed she'd want to be alone. Her mom, the nurse, hell, everyone who knew the significance of today seemed to think it best to leave Emi alone. But she took me into the graveyard with her. She told me the whole story of what happened on the day she lost her legs. She wanted me around. The significance of this does not escape me. Emi opens the door and steps into her room, not even bothering to invite me in, holding the door for me expectantly. I step in, and the door swings shut behind me."
EMI: "Hey, can I ask you a favor?"
HISAO: "Sure. Can't guarantee I'll do it, but..."
NARRATOR: "Emi giggles and pulls me into a kiss that starts out soft but deepens into something almost desperate."
EMI: "Stay with me? Please?"
NARRATOR: "Her voice has dropped to a whisper, the question is barely audible over the sound of my own breathing. There's something about the way that she asks that question, the hesitancy in it, the quiet voice, that makes me think she doesn't mean tonight. No, she means exactly what she said. “Stay with me.” Not “tonight” or “forever,” because both of us know there's no such thing as forever. There's no time limit to her request, there's just the request. The favor. Can I do that? Can I stay with her?"
HISAO: "Of course."
NARRATOR: "We embrace again, Emi guiding me towards her bed, stepping backwards with care, until she sits down on the edge."
|NARRATOR: "She's gotten my shirt off by this point, and I've similarly lifted hers over her head, bra and all. Her shorts come off just as quickly. With practiced ease she removes her legs and pulls me onto the side of the bed with her, my hand coming around her smooth shoulder. I cast my gaze over her face, down her neck, following the line to the swell of her breasts before I lower my head, planting kisses across her chest, listening to her breath hitch as her hand slides further and further down my chest. As I work my way back up to her neck, I can feel her hands working at my belt, now fumbling slightly with the buckle, now unbuttoning, now unzipping, until my pants fall to the floor."
NARRATOR: "Her panties are noticeably darkened in the right place, showing that my earlier ministrations have produced some results. I step back quickly and shuck my boxers, and move back in as Emi reaches over into a drawer on her nightstand, removing a small foil package. She tears it open with a quick jerk of her teeth and reaches down to apply the protection, which, as always, causes me to gasp a little. Her expression suddenly changes as she takes the view of me in."
EMI: "Wait a second... Are you still in your socks?"
NARRATOR: "I pause, and look down. Apparently, I am."
HISAO: "Er, yeah. Does that matter?"
EMI: "Take 'em off, it's weird if you still have them on."
HISAO: "You know, you've still got your socks on too."
EMI: "Yes, but I don't have my legs on. So it doesn't count."
NARRATOR: "Unable to deny her logic and impatient to have the conversation over anyway, I quickly remove the offending items. I'm so eager to get back at Emi that I practically jump on top of her, pushing her down playfully. Emi's giggling and squirming quickly ends, replaced by a happy sigh as I enter her. Breathing deeply as she savors the feeling, she spreads her arms to grab the sheets. Her breath is in my ear as I begin moving, whispering words of encouragement, nipping at my neck, now at my mouth."
NARRATOR: "My hips hit the edge of the mattress, shaking the bed. A part of my brain briefly wonders if I should try to be quieter before succumbing to the waves of pleasure racing up my spine. Emi's stomach tenses as she grows closer to the edge, and as our bodies both begin to glisten with sweat time begins to become hazy. The sound of my own breathing mingles with Emi's pants, and I ready myself for a final surge before surrendering to the rushing wave of climax."
NARRATOR: "Emi's body shudders, and she cries out, her fingers digging into my back as I too lose control of myself. My back arches as I let myself go, feeling my body spasm as I orgasm."
NARRATOR: "I collapse next to Emi, who almost immediately curls against me, smiling. Mentally, I feel grateful that Emi keeps her nails short, otherwise I think she might have drawn blood. I sit up briefly to dispose of the now-used condom and lay back down next to Emi, who's in turn taken care of cleaning herself off. For a while, we lay in silence, savoring the feeling of being next to one another. Emi is the first to speak."
EMI: "Hey, Hisao."
EMI: "Thanks for coming with me today."
NARRATOR: "I smile and plant a kiss on her head."
HISAO: "Of course. My pleasure."
NARRATOR: "Emi snuggles closer, and I can feel her breathing begin to slacken as she begins to drift off to sleep. Just as she's about to fall asleep, she wakes up enough to mutter a single sentence."
EMI: "I love you, Hisao."
NARRATOR: "Then she's out like a light, leaving me feeling like I'm on top of the world. I draw the slumbering Emi as close as possible, pull the covers over us to keep the chill off, and fall asleep as happy as I've ever been."
Next Scene: Clean Teeth