"Rain" 
A lime fanfic written by Emily Siazon.
All characters are owned by Pioneer Entertainment.
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"C'mon, try it," Makoto urged, handing Ifurita the paper and wire 
object she needed at the goldfish dipping booth. 

Ifurita smiled nervously, her hand holding the thing in such a way that
made it obvious that it was her first time playing the game. Her 
lilac and gold silk yukata pooled around her ankles as she kneeled 
down, the fabric billowing from the summer breeze and exposing pale,
slender legs. "So all I have to do is pick as many goldfish as I can?"

"Don't you worry, little lady," the vendor answered. "Not many people
get anything on their first try."

Ifurita took a deep breath and leaned over, her eyes narrowing for a 
moment before her hands became a blur.

Makoto and the vendor's mouths gaped open in surprise as she 
triumphantly held up a bowl filled with all the fishes mere seconds 
later.

Makoto swallowed hard. "A-are you sure this is your first time 
playing this?"

"Of course. I simply used a technique I learned ten thousand 
years. . ."

She was cut off in mid-sentence as Makoto clapped a hand over her
mouth. He looked over at the twitching vendor on the ground and 
sighed in relief when the man didn't appear to have heard Ifurita's 
slip.

"Why don't we let him keep most of the fishes? I'm sure there's a
kid out there who'd like to win something, too."

Ifurita nodded and stood up, sending Makoto to stumble towards the
empty tank. Her hand shot out and caught the lapel of his green 
shirt, and she effortlessly lifted him up to move him a safe 
distance away.

He smiled, mumbling, "Thanks" before leading her off to find another 
booth to explore. They admired the numerous paper lanterns on the 
way and tried their best to avoid the children running wildly all 
around them.

The gay atmosphere ceased minutes later when drops of rain began to 
fall down, sending the fairgoers to scatter like ants discovered in a 
picnic. Makoto took a hold of Ifurita's hand and led her towards one 
of the bright colored tents.

To his dismay, they were all crowded with people also trying not to
get soaked by the unexpected deluge, and both were left to stand in
the middle of the field with him looking around helplessly.

Makoto felt a tug on his arm, and he smiled as he caught the hazy 
outline of Ifurita waving her arms around, sending the bag of 
goldfish on her left hand to swing crazily.

He leaned closer to catch what she was saying, but only heard the 
sound of raindrops striking the taut plastic tents. He gave up and
was about to pull away to try another search for a temporary shelter
when the hazy outline metamorphosed into a very wet Ifurita.

Makoto smiled as he brushed away the violet lock of hair obscuring 
her alabaster face, sending a current of electricity to pass from 
where they touched.

Ifurita smiled again in that way that never failed to get his heart 
pounding like a jackhammer before she unexpectedly closed in on the 
remaining distance between them to give him a kiss.

Her lips was warm and soft, just like he knew it would be. Arousal 
quickly replaced surprise when he saw her tongue flick out to catch
the droplet of water falling down his cheek.

Makoto decided to return the favor by licking the ones on her nose,
her ear, her lips. He pulled back momentarily to see the surprised
smile on her face, then he leaned back in to kiss her again.

He heard her moan as he kissed down her neck, sending all his blood
to run south. She ran a hand through his hair and down to his neck,
massaging the sensitive spot there. He moaned in response, going
back up for another kiss on the lips.

Makoto licked her bottom lip before parting her mouth with his own,
his tongue plunging down to meet hers. He heard her moan again, the
arm around her waist tightening as he tried to get even closer to 
her.

She tasted and smelled like the mochi balls they had eaten earlier. 
In his opinion, though, it tasted much better on her.

Ifurita's tongue coiled around his, a snake enticing him to taste the 
forbidden fruit. He gladly gave in, for Eden could never match the
 feeling of euphoria from her kiss. 

Makoto's hand roamed down to the sash of her yukata with the intent
of tugging it off when a child, no older than four, loudly asked, 
"Mommy, what are they doing?"

He froze, his hand still held up in midair. He suddenly recalled
where they were and began to pull away.

Unfortunately for him, Ifurita either didn't hear the little girl or 
didn't care. She kept kissing him with the same abandon she did
earlier.

"Ifurita. . . go. . ." he mumbled incoherently. 

She responded by tugging the sleeve of his shirt aside and biting his
shoulder lightly. He let out another ragged breath and for a moment 
forgot what it was he was saying. 

Another glimpse of the child reminded him, and he again tried to tell
Ifurita that they had to go. ". . . we. . ."

Damn. That was even worse that the last time. The way she was pressed 
against his lower body was just way too distracting. "Ifurita. . ."

Makoto reluctantly pushed her away, thinking that this sacrifice 
should at least earn him a small shrine somewhere for his kami-like 
display of will power.

A *huge* shrine, he amended as he caught sight of Ifurita's flushed 
cheeks, her lips slightly swollen from the recent kisses.

She reached out for his hand. He backed away, knowing that it 
wouldn't take much for him to lose his tenuous hold on his self-
control. Instead, he smiled at her to show her that he really didn't 
want to pull away.

To his relief, Ifurita smiled back, telling him that she understood. 

Makoto didn't know how long they stood there, both trying to catch 
their breaths as the rain continued to sprinkle droplets of water on 
them. He waited until he was sure her touch wouldn't prompt an 
embarrassing reaction before he reached out for her with shaking 
hands.

Then he led them home where they started all over again.

END.
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Author's Notes: Sigh. I really tried to fulfill a friend's request and
write that lemon she's been bugging me to write; unfortunately, I 
can't get past the same writer's block that I got when I wrote that 
Shin KOR lime fic. Who knew lemons were so hard to write?
     Please send feedback. This isn't what I usually write, and I 
need all the help that I can get. 

Emily Siazon
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