AN: Last chapter. Warning, sexuality ahead. I can’t believe I wrote this. Enjoy and please comment afterwards!

Chrome Heart 4

Kino and Hermes entered their room without word. Hermes stood by the closed door, not sure what to do with himself as Kino went to her usual business. She removed her guns, shed her jacket and began to pull off her white tank top when she paused. “I nearly forgot,” she said glancing at Hermes before she slipped into the bathroom.

A wave of anger swept over Hermes. “You can’t change in front of me anymore? I’ve seen you naked a thousand times!”

There was a pause and Kino responded through the bathroom door, “That reminds me, I need to order you your own bed.”

“Why can’t I sleep on the floor like I used to?”

“Dogs sleep on the floor, Hermes. You’re not a d-.”

“You’re calling me a dog now?”

“No, Hermes-“

“This is insane! I really wanted to enjoy being human with you but it’s made everything worse! I was going to change back tomorrow but it makes more sense to get this over with now.”

Kino immediately opened the door and came out, a shocked expression on her face. Hermes noticed she hadn’t changed her clothes.

“You can change back?” she asked.

“If course, but once I’m a Motorrad again I’ll be that way forever.”

“So you were planning on changing back from the very start?”

“Yes! You think I want to stay this way?”

“Why not?”

“Why do you think, Kino? You’re so frustrating!”

Hermes went to the door and left, slamming it on the way out. He ran down the hall, down the stairs and through the lobby where sat the armless man and his parrot and monkey. The bustling crowd looked extremely unappealing through the front door so he turned the other way, walking down a second hall where he saw a sign reading ‘Hot Springs’. He remembered this, something Kino had explained to be comforting.

He looked down into the steamy water before haphazardly pulling off his clothes and wading in. He sunk until the water reached his mouth and he closed his eyes. The heat felt good and he was sure that Kino wouldn’t find him here.

Their fight lingered in his mind, making his new stomach ache. As he thought about Kino refusing to change in front of him, everything clicked.

He remembered his bitterness at the clearing by the stream, how he had hated the idea of being treated like a dog. No one cares if a dog sees them naked, he thought.

‘I nearly forgot,’ she had said before slipping into the bathroom. ‘Why can’t I sleep on the floor like I used to?’ he had complained. ‘Dogs sleep on the floor, Hermes…’

Kino was treating him in all the ways he wanted.

If that was true, why was he so frustrated?

“Hermes.”

Hermes turned and looked up at Kino. “You found me.”

“It wasn’t hard. The Inn owner’s monkey pointed me this way. What are you doing in there?”

“Hiding. It’s warm in here.”

Kino smiled. “I’m sorry you have to turn back. I didn’t know.”

“I don’t have to change back. I’m choosing to.”

“You like being human, don’t you? Why do you want to change back?”

Hermes turned away, looking at his reflection in the water. “I’m of no use to you like this. I want to be whatever you need most.”

Hermes watched Kino remove her boots and step, fully clothed into the water, positioning herself in front of Hermes. Her expression was serious as she stared at him. “You want to know about Shizu, don’t you, what happened when we were gone?”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“He told me he loved me.” Hermes tried to look away but Kino pulled his jaw forward. “He told me he loved me, and I told him that I loved you. That’s what happened.”

The words sunk into Hermes, hotter than the water around him.

Shizu returned looking disgruntled followed by a very flushed Kino. Her blush deepened when she looked at her Motorrad.

“But you love traveling.”

Kino shook her head. “You’ve got it wrong. A traveler is who I am. You…” She swallowed, her tough exterior crumbling over a pretty gaze and nervous lips. “You’re who I need.”

Hermes wrapped his arms around her and breathed nervously. He kissed her gently, her mouth soft and wet, far better tasting than strawberries. His engine lit on fire inside him and he kissed her harder. She let out a small moan into his mouth as he experimented with his tongue; her hands trembling against his chest as he pulled her closer. The sensation of her body against him was intoxicating and beyond anything he imagined as a Motorrad. He needed more. He looked down at the thin fabric of her shirt and she raised her arms as he stripped off the wet garment. He kissed her neck and slid his hand over her breast.

“Ah, Hermes,” she cried softly. He unbuttoned her cargo pants and helped her remove them.

Kino couldn’t believe what was happening as she stared at the silver eyed boy. Hermes kissed her again and she ran her fingers through his wet hair, the chrome strands sticking in place where she left them. In all her years dreaming of Hermes touching her, this was incomparable. They moved from the water to the ground, the stone slates warm on her back. She cried out and dug her fingers into Hermes’ back as she felt him inside of her, the vibrating of his engine against her body, the roar of it almost audible.

“Kino,” Hermes whispered into her ear as he moved against her.

The two were lucky to have not been interrupted in the long time they spent at the hot spring.

It was past midnight and they wandered around the still bustling streets, hand in hand.

The smell of sweet things and the cheer of happy people was everywhere, but somehow the feel of their hands touching was better than anything offered in the Land of the Full Moon. They walked up the street towards Madame Noram’s Motorcycle Emporium where the woman herself sat on a stool.

“Hello lovers,” she said as she smoked a long pipe.

“We need a ride,” Hermes said cheerfully, “and make sure it’s not a Motorrad. I don’t want my woman riding somebody else.”

“Don’t call me that,” Kino reprimanded.

They looked over the four motorcycles, none in very good shape.

“Don’t get the one on the right,” Hermes said, “It looks like me. And those two look like death on wheels.”

“They are a bit old.” Kino agreed. “I like the one on the end, though.”

“I dunno. It’s a real weirdo.”

“I got hold of that bizarre little beauty about a year back,” said Noram, “It’s a Honda Goldwing, as I recall.”

“It’s a freak,” Hermes complained.

Kino had a feeling he would hate any motorcycle they came upon, and the Goldwing really got took her interest. “It’s a two-seater, and I want it.”

“No, you want me!” Hermes grabbed her around the waist from behind, lifting her from the ground. She kicked her feet and tried to hit him.

“Hermes, put me down right now!” Kino shrieked.

Hermes laughed and obeyed. They purchased the Goldwing and Kino showed Hermes how to steer it. People screamed and jumped out of harms way as Hermes swerved around town. The wind whipped their hair as they entered a quieter road, Kino enjoying a new found bliss. Finally, something had captured her heart above traveling; someone captured it.

“Kino,” Hermes said, not looking away from the road ahead, “I think this is exactly what you need. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t pull off the boy look anymore. You need a big strong guy like me to ward off lechers from your gorgeous rear end!”

“I’ll beat your rear end into the ground, Hermes!”

Hermes winced at her tone, but still, Kino held tighter around his waist.

End

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