Summary: Jun's daydream in the shower becomes more than she bargained. / ºK­n: °}«Bªº¤»¤ë¥Õ¤é¹ÚÅܦ¨¶W¹L¦oij»ù¡C


DAYDREAM / ¥Õ¤é¹Ú


Jun stumbled into the locker room, thankful that she was the only one using it. There were times she didn’t mind sharing the showers but today just wasn’t one of them. She yanked open her locker, kicked her shoes off, tossing them on the floor of the locker and plucked shampoo and soap off the top shelf. The team had worked out for nearly seven hours, trying new routines / ¤»¤ë¶i¤J§ó¦ç«Ç¤§¤º²Ì­Ë,·PÁªº¦o¬O¨Ï¥Î¥¦ ªº°ß¤@¤@­Ó¡C ¦³®É¥N¦o didn ’t°£¤F¤µ¤Ñ¤§¥~¤¶·N¤À¨É°}«B¥¿ª½ªº wasn ’t¥L­Ìªº¨ä¤¤¤§¤@¡C ¦o±j©Ô¤½¶}¦oªºÂêÂd,¨«¶}½ð¦oªº¾c¤l, ¦bÂêÂdªº¦aªO¤W§ëÂY¥L­Ì¦Ó¥B¨«¶}©Ô¤F¬~¾vºë¦Ó¥B¥HªÎ¨m¬~³»¦yªº¬[¡C ¤p²Õ¤w¸g¸Õºâ¹F±Nªñ¤C¤p®É,¹Á¸Õ·sªº¨Ò¦æ¤½¨Æ
Ken and Joe had perfected. In the process, she rediscovered muscles she had forgotten about and all she wanted to do was stand under a hot, relaxing shower. / ªÖ®¦©M³ì¤w¸g§¹¬ü¡C ¦bµ{§Ç¤¤¡A¦o¦Aµo²{¤F¦o¤w¸g§Ñ°Oªº¦Ù¦×Ãö©ó©M¥þ³¡¦o·Q­n°µ¬O¦b¼ö¤U­±ªº»O¤l,©ñÃP°}«B¡C

Stripping off her clothes, Jun dropped them into a pile and went to turn on the water, depositing the shampoo and soap onto the shower’s shelf. Steam billowed out, fogging the shower area within seconds. Stretching her arms above her head, she winced as she pulled the developing bruise that was darkening her ribs. Jinpei had been a little too eager to try his flying leap kick and had connected with her harder than he intended. / ¨«¶}²æ¥h¦oªº¦çªA,¤»¤ë­°§C¥L­Ì¶i°ï¤§¤º¦Ó¥B¥h¥´¶}¤ô, ¦s©ñ¬~¾vºë¦Ó¥B¦b°}«B’s¬[¤§¤W¥HªÎ¨m¬~¡C »]®ð¬¤´é¥X,¦b¬í¤º³QÃúÅ¢¸n°}«B°Ï°ì¡C ¦ù®i¦oªº¤âÁu¦o©Ò¤£À´ªº,·í¦o©Ô¤F¥¿¦b§Ë·t¦oªº¦Ø°©µo®i¤¤ªº·ï¶Ë®É­Ô¡A¦o¬ÈÁY¡C Jinpei µy·L¬O¤Ó¼ö¤ß¦ÓµLªk¸Õ¥Lªº­¸¸õÅD½ð¨Ã¥B¤w¸g©M¦o§V¤O¦a³s±µ³Ó©ó¥L·Q­n¡C

"Just wish the little shit hadn’t tried it on me." She mused, pulling the shower curtain closed and stepping into the hot water. <Soap and shampoo first, relax after. I fully intend to drain this water tank dry.> The minty smell of the shampoo wrapped around her and she focused on it, trying to relax. / "¶È¶ÈÄ@¤pÁT¦b§Ú¨­¤W³Q¹Á¸Õ¥¦ªº hadn ’t" ¡C ¦o¨I«ä,©Ô³QÃö³¬¦Ó¥B¨«¶i¤J¼öªº¤ô¤§¤ºªº°}«B±b¡C < ªÎ¨m©M¬~¾vºë²Ä¤@,¦b©ñÃP¤§«á¡C §Ú§¹¥þ·Q­n±Æ¥X·¾¥~¤ô½c°®¡C>¬~¾vºëªº¦³Á¡²ü­»ªº¨ý¹D¦bªþªñ¥]¸Ë¦o©M¦o³Q§â­«¤ß¶°¤¤¦b¥¦, ¹Á¸Õ©ñÃP¡C
<Maybe there is something to this aromatherapy stuff everyone’s talking about.> Digging her fingernails into her scalp, she scrubbed hard, satisfying an itch. Stepping back into the water, she rinsed the shampoo out and slowly started to relax. / < ¤]³\¦³¬Y¨Æ¨ì³o¤@­ÓªÚ­»Àøªk¸Ë¶ñ¨C­Ó¤H½Í½× ªº’s¡C>«õ¦oªº¤â«ü¥Ò¶i¦oªºÀY¥Ö¤§¤º,¦o§V¤O¦a¥Î¤OÀ¿¬~,º¡·NªºÄo¡C ­«¦^¤ô,¦o¦b¥~©MºCºC¦a¨R¬~¤F¬~¾vºë¶}©l©ñÃP¡C

<God, this feels good.> Adjusting the shower head, she leaned forward, planted her crossed arms on the tile wall and rested her forehead against them. The water beat down on her neck and back, soothing aches and sore muscles. "The only thing missing is a massage." She murmured, imagining the feeling of strong hands soothing her tense neck, relaxing strained shoulder muscles, working their way across and down her back. / <¤W«Ò,³oı±oµÎªA¡C>½Õ¾ã°}«BÀY,¦o¦V«e¦a­Ê¾a, ºØ´Ó¦o¥æ¤e¤F¦b¥Ë¤ùÀð¾À¤Wªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B¥ð®§¤F¹ï§Ü¥L­Ìªº¦o«eÃB¡C ¤ô¦b¦oªº²ä¤l©M­I­±¡A¼¾¼¢ªºµh©M¯kµhªº¦Ù¦×¤Wª½®g¡C "¥¢¥h ªº°ß¤@¨Æª«¬O¤@­Ó«ö¼¯" ¡C ¦o§C»y, ·Q¹³±jªº¤â·Pı¼¾¼¢ªº¦oºò±iªº²ä¤l,©ñÃPºò±iªºªÓ¦Ù¦×, ¾î¹L¤u§@¥L­Ìªº¤èªk¦Ó¥B¤U¨Ó¦o¦^¡C

<This really feels good. I need to have this daydream more often.> She sighed, then flinched. Ouch, just need to make sure that I tell him to avoid my ribs. / <³o¯uªºÄ±±oµÎªA¡C §Ú»Ý­n§ó®É±`Åý³o°µ¥Õ¤é¹Ú¡C>¦o¼Û®§,µM«á¬ÈÁY¡C «u­ò,¶È¶È»Ý­n½T©w§Ú§i¶D¥LÁקK§Úªº¦Ø°©¡C

"Nani?" She raised her head, awareness slamming into her as she realized that she shouldn’t have felt any pain in a daydream and she started to push herself away from the wall. / "Nani"? ¦o©ï°_¤F¦oªºÀY, ²rµM¦a¼²¶i¦o ªºÄ±¹î·í¦o¤F¸Ñ¦o shouldn ’t¤w¸g·Pı¤@­Ó¥Õ¤é¹Úªº¥ô¦óµh­W©M¦o¶}©l±À°Ê¦o¦Û¤vÂ÷¶}±qÀð¾À¡C

A body pressed against her, preventing her from moving. / ¤@­Ó¨­ÅéÀ£¶i¹ï§Ü¦o,ªý¤î¦o²¾°Ê¡C
Fingers danced across her eyelids before she could turn her head, closing them, then intertwined themselves with hers on the tile wall. / ¦b¦o¥i¥HÂà¦oªºÀY¤§«e , ¤â«ü¸õ»R¹L¦oªº²´¥Ö,Ãö³¬¥L­Ì, µM«á¦b¥Ë¤ùÀð¾À¤W¥Î¦oªºªÈÄñ¥L­Ì¦Û¤v¡C

<Finally, Ken.> "Well, it’s about time, I was about ready to give up on you and make a play for Joe." She teased him. / <³Ì«á,ªÖ®¦¡C>"¶â,¥¦’s¤j¬ù®É¶¡¡A§Ú¬OÃö©ó²{ª÷ªº¨Æ¦b§A¨­¤W©ñ±ó¨Ã¥B¬°³ì§@¤@³õ¹CÀ¸". ¦o´Û­t¤F¥L¡C
He had literally walked out of her life eight months earlier, when the war started again, bringing an end to two years of peace for the world and shattering any hope that she held of / ·í¾Ôª§¦A¤@¦¸¶}©lªº®É­Ô¥L·Ó¦r­±¤W¦a¤w¸g¤K¦~¤§«e¨«¥X¦oªº¥Í¬¡, ¬°¥@¬É±a¤G¦~ªº©M¥­µ²§ô ©M¥´¸H¦o®³µÛªº¥ô¦ó§Æ±æ
Ken finally making a life with her. / ªÖ®¦³Ì«á©M¦o§@¥Í¬¡¡C

"Shhh." He breathed as he kissed her ear, sending an electric jolt through her body. Finger tips slid down her arms, tracing the sensitive areas under her wrists, continued down her side and then across her stomach. Jun thought she was going to die of pleasure and it took every ounce of self control not to open her eyes, turn and pounce on his naked body. / "Shhh". ·í¥L§k¤F¦oªº¦Õ¦·®É­Ô¡A¥L©I§l,¸g¹L¦oªº¨­Åé°e¤@¦¸¹q°Êªº·n®Ì¡C ¤â«ü§â slid ´£¥Ü¤U¨Ó¦oªº¤âÁu,°lÂܦb¦oªº¤âµÃ¤U­±ªº±Ó·P°Ï°ì, Ä~Äò¤U¨Ó¦oªº¨­Ãä©MµM«á¶V¹L¦oªº­G¡C ¤»¤ë·Q¦o±N­n¦º©ó§Ö¼Ö¡A¦Ó¥B¥¦±Ä¨ú¤F¨C¯s¥qªº¦Û¤v±±¨î¤£­n¥´¶}¦b¥Lªº¨ª»r¨­Åé¤Wªº¦o²´·ú¡A±ÛÂà©M²r¼³¡C

His hands worked their way back up her sides, caressing her breasts like the touch of a feather and Jun shuddered in delight. "I’m going to get you for this." Her voice was raspy. / ¥Lªº¤â¦b¦oªº¨­Ãä¤W­±¦V«á¦a¤u§@¥L­Ìªº¤èªk,·R¼¾¹³¦Ð¤ò©M¦b°ª¿³³Q¾Ô·Xªº¤»¤ëIJı¤@¼Ëªº¦o¯Ý³¡¡C "§Ú¥h¬°³o±o¨ì§A ªº’m". ¦oªºÁn­µ¬O¨ë¦Õªº¡C
Again, his hands traced the areas on the underside of her arms, the combination of his touch and the feel of the water on her suddenly sensitive skin, sent heat racing through her blood. / ¦A¤@¦¸¡A¥Lªº¤â°lÂܤF¦b¦oªº¤âÁu¤U­±¤Wªº°Ï°ì, ¥LªºÄ²Ä±²Õ¦X©M¨º¦b¦o¤Wªº¤ô·Pı¬ðµM±Ó·Pªº¥Ö½§,¸g¹L¦oªº¦å°e¤F¼öÄvÁÉ¡C
Gentle hands lifted her arms above her head, brushed kisses across the inside of each wrist, folded her arms around his neck and retraced their earlier pattern, gliding across her chest and stomach. / ¦o©Ò¤£À´ªº³QÁ|°_¦oªº¤âÁu·Å©Mªº¤â,²¨¨ê¤F¾î¹L¨C¤âµÃªº¤º³¡§k,¦b¥Lªº²ä¤l©P³òºPÅ|¦oªº¤âÁu¦Ó¥B­«´y¤F¥L­Ìªº¸û¦­¨å«¬,¶V¹L¦oªº¯Ý©M­G·Æ°Ê¡C

Jun was going weak. She curled her fingers around his wet hair. Being deprived of sight only served to heighten her skin’s sensitivity to his touch, turning her shower into the most erotic experience she had ever had. She decided that she definitely had to reassess Ken’s level of foreplay innocence. / ¤»¤ë¥¿¦bÅÜ®z¡C ¦o¦b¥LªºÀãÀY¾vªº©P³ò§Ë±²¦oªº¤â«ü¡C ³Q­é¹Üµø¤O¥uªA¨Í¥[±j¹ï¥LªºÄ²Ä±¦o¥Ö½§’s±Ó·P,±N¦oªº°}«BÅܦ¨¦o´¿¸g¦³ªº³Ì©Ê·Rªº¸gÅ禳¡C ¦o¨M©w¦o¤@©w¥²¶·¦Aµû»ù«eÀ¸µL¸oªºªÖ®¦’sµ{«×¡C
During the two years of peace, they had spent most mornings together before she opened the Snack J, but he had never been one to experiment with anything erotic when it came to foreplay. / ·í¥¦¨ì¹F«eÀ¸ªº®É­Ô¡A¦b¤G¦~ªº©M¥­®É­Ô¡A¦b¦o¥´¶}¤F¤p¦Y J ¤§«e , ¥L­Ì¤w¸g¤@°_«×¹L¤j¦h¼Æªº¦­±á¡A¦ý¬O¥L±q¥¼¬O¤@¥H©Ê·RªºªF¦è§@¹êÅç¡C
He was definitely learning. / ¥L¥¿¦b¤@©w¾Ç²ß¡C

It’s way too hot in here, way too hot. She unfolded her arms from around his neck, wanting to touch him. Instead she found her hands pressed against the tile, it’s coolness a welcome relief to the heat in the shower. And her body. / ¥¦¤Ó¼ö¦a¥H³o¸Ì , ¤è¦¡¤Ó¼öªº’s¤èªk¡C ¦o®i¶}¤F¦oªº¤âÁu±q¦b¥Lªº²ä¤l©P³ò, ·Q­n¸I¥L¡C §ï¬°¦oµo²{¹ï§Ü¥Ë¤ù³QÀ£ªº¦o¤â,¥¦’s§N¹ï°}«Bªº¼ö¨üÅwªïªº¦w¤ß¡C ¦Ó¥B¦oªº¨­Åé¡C

Ken’s fingers buried themselves in her hair. As light as a butterfly’s wing, his lips drifted across her neck and down her back, his fingers following, leaving a trail that left her whole body on fire. She clenched her hands tightly, nails digging into her palms. <He’s not getting any sleep tonight, I’m going to make sure of it.> She grinned, imagining all kinds of wicked things she would do to him. / ªÖ®¦’s¤â«ü®IÀY©ó¦oªºÀY¾v¡C ·í°µÂI¿U¦p¤@°¦½¹½º’s¯Í»H¡A¥Lªº³Qº}¬y¹L¦oªº²ä¤l¦Ó¥B§â¦oåP¸¨¦^¨Óªº®B¡A¥Lªº¤â«ü¤U¦C¦U¶µ,¯d¤U¤@±ø¯d¤U¤F¦b¤õ¤Wªº¦o¾ã­Óªº¨­ÅéÂܸñ¡C ¦oºòºò¦aºò´¤¤F¦oªº¤â,¥Î°v°v¨c²`¤J¦oªº¤â´x¡C <¥L’s¤£¤µ±ß±o¨ì¥ô¦óªººÎ¯v,§Ú¥h¥¦½T©w ªº’m¡C>¦oÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º,·Q¹³¦o±N·|¹ï¥L°µªº¦UºØÃa¨Æª«¡C

Fingers followed an invisible line up the back of her legs, around her hips and up her sides. Jun arched her back and a soft moan escaped her. "You’re-really-going-to-pay." She managed the words between shivers of ecstasy. / ¤â«ü°l¨D¤@±ø¬Ý¤£¨£ªº½u¦o»L­I­±,¦b¦oªºÁv³¡©P³ò©M¦b¦oªº¨­Ãä¤W­±¡C ¤}§Îªº¤»¤ë¦o¦^¡A¦Ó¥B¤@Án³nªº©D§u°k²æ¤F¦o¡C "§A’r¹q¤l¯uªº-¥h - ¨ì-¤ä¥I". ¦o³B²z¦r¦b¨g³ß¥´Å¸¤§¶¡¡C

He pressed against her again, kissed her neck, ran his fingers up her throat. She tilted her head back in response, purring at the sensation. / ¥L¦A¤@¦¸À£¶i¹ï§Ü¦o,§k¤F¦oªº²ä¤l,¦b¦oªº«|³ï¤W­±¶]¥Lªº¤â«ü¡C ¦o¦b¦^À³¤¤§â¦oªºÀY¶É±×¦^¨Ó,¦b·Pıªº purring¡C

There was a light touch to her cheek and then he was gone. / ¦³¹ï¦oªºÀU»´Ä²Ä±¡AµM«á¥L¤£¨£¤F¡C

Jun clenched and unclenched her hands. She was afraid to move, not trusting her legs to support her if she did. / ¤»¤ëºò´¤¦Ó¥B§Ë¶}¤F¦oªº¤â¡C ¦o®`©È²¾°Ê, ¤£«H¿à¦oªº»L¤ä«ù¦o¦pªG¦o°µ¡C
Finally, she opened her eyes, looked around and slowly pushed herself away from the tile. She was disappointed that he had left, but it was part of his game and she would play by his rules. Reaching for the water knobs, she shut off the hot water, leaving the cold water running. / ³Ì«á¡A¦o¥´¶}¤F¦oªº²´·ú,¬Ý¦bªþªñ©MºCºC¦a³Q±À°Ê¦o¦Û¤v»·Â÷¥Ë¤ù¡C ¦o¬O¥¢±æªº¡A¥L³Q¦³¥ªÃä¡A¦ý¬O¥¦¬O¥Lªº¤ñÁɳ¡¥÷¡A¦Ó¥B¦o±N·|¿í¦u¥Lªº³W«h¡C ¤Î©ó¤ô§â¤â,¦oÃö³¬¼öªº¤ô,Åý´H§Nªº¤ô¬y°Êªº¡C

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Half an hour later, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, damp hair tucked back behind her ears, Jun wondered into the lounge that the team used for relaxation. Ryu and Jinpei were on the floor in front of the video monitor, deeply engaged in some new game Jinpei had downloaded and Joe was stretched out on the couch, eyes closed, arms crossed across his chest. / ¤@¥b¦a¤@¤p®É¤§«á, ³Q¬ïªºµu¿Ç©M¤@­Ó T«ò, ¼é·ÃªºÀY¾v¥´¾îÁ·¤F¦b¦oªº¦Õ¦·«á­±ªº­I­±, ¤»¤ëÃhºÃ¶i¤J¶¢³}¤§¤º§@¬°ÃP¦¢ªº¤p²Õ¡C ¦b¼v¹³ºÊµø¾¹¤§«e¦b¦aªO¤Wªº Ryu ©M Jinpei ¬O, ²`²`¦a±Mª`¤@¨Ç·sªº¤ñÁÉ Jinpei ¤w¸g¤U¸ü¦Ó¥B³ì¦bªø´È¡AÃö³¬ªº²´·ú¤Wªº³Q¦ù®i,¤âÁu¶V¹L¥Lªº¯Ý¥æ¤e¡C

"Where’s Ken?" She asked, going to the refrigerator. / "¦b­þ¸Ì’sªÖ®¦"? ¦o°Ý,¥h¹q¦B½c¡C
Eying the few bottles of beer in the door, she decided against them. <Better not, might fall asleep before I can make Ken suffer.> She couldn’t help but smile at the thought. / ªùªº Eying «Ü¤Ö²~ªº°à°s,¦o¨M©w¹ï§Ü¥L­Ì¡C <§ó¤£¡A¦b§Ú¯à¨ÏªÖ®¦¾D¨ü¤§«e¥i¯àºÎµÛ¡C> ¦o couldn ’t¦b·Qªk°£¤F·L¯º¤§¥~À°§U¡C

"Flying." Jinpei answered, then whooped in victory. / ­¸¡C Jinpei ¦^µª,µM«á¦b³Ó§Q¤¤¥s³Û¡C
"Yes! I win!" He crowed. / "¬Oªº! §Úűo!"¥L³Ú¥s¡C

"Next round is mine." Ryu muttered, resetting the game. / " ¤U­Ó¦^¦X¬O§Úªº" ¡C Ryu ³ä³ä¦Û»y,­«·s³]©w¤ñÁÉ¡C

"How long has he been gone?" Jun poured herself a glass of juice and went to watch the game. / "¥L¤w¸g¤£¨£¤F¦h¤["? ¤»¤ë­Ë¤F¦o¦Û¤v¤@ªM¥Ä¨Ã¥B¥h¬Ý¤ñÁÉ¡C

"Bout an hour, went out right after practice." Jinpei grabbed his game controls and started firing at the simulated aircraft. / " ¦¸ 1 ¤p®É,´N¦b½m²ß¤§«á¥~¥X ". Jinpei §ì¨ú¤F¥Lªº¤ñÁɱ±¨î¨Ã¥B¶}©l¦V³Q¼ÒÀÀªº­¸¾÷¶}ºj¡C

Jun bent, snitching some of the cookies Jinpei had lined up on his crossed legs. "Going to bed," She ruffled his hair, knowing that at thirteen, he hated it even more than he had at ten. "G’night." / ¤»¤ëÅs¦±, °½¤@¨Ç»æ°® Jinpei ¤w¸g±Æ¦¨¤@¦æ¦b¥Lªº¥æ¤e»L¤W¤W­±¡C ¤W§ÉºÎı,¦o§Ë¿¨¤F¥LªºÀY¾v, ³Õ¾Çªº¨º¦b¤Q¤TÂIÄÁ¡A¥L¼¨«ë¥¦¬Æ¦Ü¶W¹L¥L¦b¤QÂIÄÁ¦³¡C "G ’n ight".

"Night, ‘Neechan." His eyes never left the monitor. She doubted he even noticed that she had taken some of his cookies. / "©]±ß,‘N eechan". ¥Lªº²´·ú±q¤£¯d¤U¤FºÊµø¾¹¡C ¦oÃhºÃ¡A¥L¬Æ¦Üª`·N¤F¦o¦³±a¤@¨Ç¥Lªº»æ°®¡C

She was halfway to the door when Jinpei’s words sank in. / ·í Jinpei ’s¦r¨I¸¨ªº®É­Ô¡A¦o¹ïªù¬O¤¤³~ªº¦b¡C
"An hour?" Stopping, she partially turned back to the others, before shaking her head. She started to walk away again when something made her look over her shoulder. / "1 ¤p®É"? °±¤î,¦o³¡¥÷¦a§é¦^¨ì¨ä¾lªÌ,¦b·nÀY¤§«e¡C ·í¬Y¨Æ»s³y¤F¦b¦oªºªÓ¤W¦o¯«±¡ªº®É­Ô¡A¦o¦A¤@¦¸Â÷¶}¶}©l¨«¸ô¡C

Joe was grinning wolfishly at her, two wet shurikens caught in his teeth. / ³ì¥¿¦bÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¦b¦oªº wolfishly,¤GÀ㪺 shurikens ¦b¥Lªº¤ú¾¦¤¤®·®»¡C

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