Delusional - Chapter Four

Someone requested that I translate the lyrics to the song Noodle was singing....well it's a Japanese song by a popular J-Pop artist, to tell you the honest truth it doesn't have anything to do with Noodle or 2-D, though it is a love song. I was just obsessed with the song at the time I was writing chapter one, and I just stuck the first Japanese love song I could think of in there. Sorry. ^_^; That said, here's a link to the lyrics and translation.

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The last notes of the song faded out as the two pulled apart, the lights dimmed and casting mysterious shadows over their forms.

Noodle pulled herself up and brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes, face noticably flushed. 2-D smiled idly at her, and she smiled back, before leaning forwards and lieing down back down atop him, face hidden in the crook of his neck. 'I should have realized I'd be blushing like mad....' she mused to herself, clutching the front of 2-D's shirt. His hands fell to the small of her back, running up and down slowly, and she added to her musings; 'I hope he can't hear my heart beating as well....' Noodle herself had known for years that she wanted to do this, and so far it had been even more exhilarating than she'd imagined, if possible. It was indeed amazing. But she'd never completely prepared herself to find that 2-D might actually return her feelings. 'Perhaps,' she thought, that was why she still felt somewhat like she was dreaming.

But if she was, she thought fiercely, she hoped that no one would ever have to wake her up.

Her thoughts were interrupted when 2-D ran a hand over her left cheek, cupping her chin softly and nudging slightly to ask her to look at him. She did, feeling her face still heated up but strangely not caring as 2-D smiled at her once more. It was his soft, sincere smile, one that he didn't exercise much, only when he was truly happy. He had a famous smile that had publicity, but Noodle realized that she might be one of the only people who'd seen this real one. She tried to speak at first, but the words got caught somewhere and she only smiled back shyly. She suddenly realized she was blushing even harder, probably visible even in the semi-darkness of the room, and Noodle dipped her head down to attempt to hide it again.

She didn't expect to be stopped, but 2-D nudged her head up again to see her face, this time letting his fingers linger on her cheeks and chin. "Don' do that...." he said softly. "''S cute...." The comment only made her blush spread down to her neck, but maybe he really liked it....Her heart skipped a beat - and Noodle didn't hide her face again. Their eyes met. The hand brushing her cheek rose to the back of her head, and 2-D pulled Noodle back down for another kiss.

Finally more confident and completely sure of the reality of the moment, Noodle returned all the fierceness 2-D offered in the kiss, and they meshed together in the soft sheets. She wasn't even aware of 2-D's other hand rising from the bed and dipping under the hem of her nightshirt, and jumped slightly when she felt his fingers on her bare skin. But she didn't pull away; on the contrary - she kissed him harder and welcomed the enticing shiver that ran up her back. As they broke the kiss for air, 2-D's other hand fell to Noodle's waist to join his first, both taking a hold of the hem of her nightshirt. He stopped before doing anything though, and looked up at her. She was the picture of arousal, cheeks tinted red and hair haphazardly falling over her shoulders, breathing erratic. But he needed to ask her.

"Noodle...." he whispered. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes. "You, um...." 2-D was desperately getting caught on his words, but continued regardless. "....Tell if I'm going too far....you know, if you don't want to...." He wanted to with every fiber in his body, but wouldn't let his own desires come before her. Her never would. Noodle flashed a small smile. "I want to, 2D-kun." she said quietly. "I've wanted to for a long time." They shared a look and a smile, and a guitar was strummed somewhere in the background.

Cool air brushed Noodle's back as her nightshirt was pulled up and off of her, slowly breaking their kiss and leaving her atop the singer in a pair of white panties. Without shyness, almost as if by instinct, Noodle pulled herself up a bit to pull 2-D's shirt off of him and throw it on the floor with her discarded nightdress. He helped her pull it over his head, and it fell forgotten to the floor. Noodle lay back down over 2-D, stretching herself out over his body and raising her hands to weave then into his hair. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling them into closer contact. Some natural shyness washed over her again as Noodle felt her bare chest press into his, but she pushed it aside and only enjoyed the feeling.

Her heart thumped erratically in her chest as 2-D quickly flipped them over, switching their positions so he was on top of her. He dipped his head down to kiss her quickly on the lips, then skimmed his lips over her cheek and trailed kisses from right below her ear to her neck, and down, her head instinctively falling back to give him more access. Normally neither would have seen themselves in such a romantic moment, but somehow being together felt too right. Normal life didn't quite matter right now.

2-D lifted his head up and slowly brought his hands to where his mouth had left off, softly running his fingers over her breasts. He simultaneously brushed his thumbs over the peaks, and she gasped quietly, head rolling back into the pillow. Her eyes closed, and she moaned slightly, 2-D's hands continuing to touch her. Her arousal was growing stronger, and, she realized as his hands dropped and ran down her sides to her hips, his was too.

Her eyes flickered open, and Noodle found her own hands moving to the waistband of

2-D's pants as she felt his obvious erection brushing against her inner thigh. She squirmed a little as she undid the fastenings on his pants, and her squirming combined with the fact that she was removing his pants made 2-D's own body react. Groaning softly, he reached down to help her with his pants, and kicked them off once they were unfastened. He settled down over her, skin met skin, and only two thin layers were left between them.

They lay there together for a few idle moments just taking in what was happening, and each other's presence. Then 2-D's left hand rose up to brush against Noodle's breasts, and as she gasped softly, (the gasp fading into a low moan) his hand trailed down her torso the waistband of her underwear. 2-D hooked his fingers into the elastic, and pulled down slowly. Noodle felt what he was doing, but far from protesting, she reached down and helped him pull the small garment down her legs.

The room had fallen silent as the white cotton hit the floor, silence only being periodically punctured by a gasp or moan from either 2-D or Noodle, as the latter's hands fell to the former's boxers to pull them down. Once they were off, both lay there silently for a few more moments, locking their eyes as they sank together into the sheets.

"You alright, Noodle?" came as a quiet question from the man above her. She looked at him and nodded earnestly, whispering something in Japanese that 2-D didn't understand but definately sounded enthusiastic and enticing.

His right hand trailed to her waist, and down over her abdomen to the juncture of her slightly parted thighs. He dipped his hand in, and the girl moaned in surprise but definate pleasure. He parted her legs further, positioned himself in between them, and paused to look at her. Their eyes met once more, and they held each other's gaze as Noodle gave a final nod and 2-D pushed forwards.

The girl winced slightly and closed her eyes as he entered, but the pain from the entry ebbed away quickly as he held her and stayed still. Once the pain had faded, only the fantastic new sensation of fullness was left, and Noodle bucked her hips up slightly. 2-D pulled out, took a choppy breath and thrust back in, leaning down to quickly kiss Noodle as he worked himself into a rhythm.

She quickly caught his pace, letting instinct and pleasure flow and matching his thrusts, gasping out broken versions of his name as her arms wrapped around his back and held him to her. Her name fell from his lips too as he rocked against her, movements synchronized and pushing both of them further and further.

"Fukitsunoru...."

The word broke into a gasp as Noodle's voice faltered, and 2-D managed to ask;

"Whas....that mean....?"

"Mmh...Harder...."

With no second thoughts 2-D did as he was asked, moving absentmindedly under the control of his pleasure, and Noodle's as well, her face looked so incredible at this moment....

The room seemed to be a spinning blur of colors, like a well-executed high, but much, much better....

They hit their peaks together, and rode out the waves of their orgasms as they held onto each other, eyes closed and minds reeling. As the last ones faded, their eyes flickered open and the room began to spin back into focus, among heavy breathing and tangled limbs.

And as 2-D lifted himself up slightly, the room was comfortably quiet and somehow all of a sudden he felt happy....unlike anything he remembered feeling for years. He looked down at Noodle; she was smiling through her panting breaths, face still flushed and shining among a mess of damp dark hair. He thought she was beautiful.

All thoughts of tommorrow, reactions, and unrelated things aside, he realized he was really in love....

And it would take much more than a bass guitar to the head to ever change that.

End.