Hotter Then Hot (HiruMamo, Eyeshield 21, #8 - Our Own World)
Theme 8: Our Own World
Hiruma x Mamori
WARNING: Mention of sexual situations!
***
“Hiruma? It’s me, Mamori.”
The door swung open as Youichi Hiruma let his girlfriend, Mamori Anezaki through into his apartment. She fanned herself, sighing as she set down the electric fan she had brought from her own apartment. “There, I brought it. Man, it’s really hot today.”
“It’s the middle of summer, what do you expect damn girlfriend?” Hiruma asked, walking over to the fan and plugging it into the nearest socket. “Damn, this doesn’t do much.”
“You really should get air conditioning installed,” Mamori sighed, walking over to the kitchen and putting down her other bag, which was full of groceries.
“Too damn expensive,” Hiruma muttered, walking into the kitchen after her. “You should know that.”
“When we lived on campus we had air conditioning,” Mamori reminded him, taking out a package of sugarless gum and tossing it at him. He caught it and put in on the fold out kitchen table.
“That cheap ass thing that always broke?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “That wasn’t air conditioning. That was a loud noise humming through the dorms.”
“My dorm was obviously nicer then yours,” Mamori giggled. “Cause mine worked just fine.”
“Damn favoritism,” Hiruma muttered, sitting down at the table and opening his collar to let in some of the coolness, if any. “That university we go to is fucking sexist.”
“Do you want your leeks fried or raw?” Mamori asked, not bothering to turn around and face Hiruma. He looked up, shrugging.
“Whatever.”
“That’s all I get after I go all this way to make you dinner?” Mamori asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Damn it’s hot,” Hiruma responded, walking over to Mamori and putting his arms around her waist. “It’s even hotter. Stop blushing like a middle schooler.”
“I’m not!” Mamori giggled as Hiruma began to nuzzle her neck. She was trying to cut the leeks, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as Hiruma began to ravage her neck and work his hand over her stomach. “S-stop it!” she giggled. “I’m ticklish!”
“I know!” he grinned, grabbing his girlfriend around the waist, forcing her to drop the knife. “Now stop making that damn dinner and come see a movie with me! It’ll be cold in the theater.”
“What’ll we eat?”
“I’ll buy you sweets on the way home.”
“Hiruma-kun!”
“Ya-ha!”
***
After the movie and several rounds of sweets for Mamori, the two were on their way home, walking down the sidewalk while the sun was just over the horizon. “Dammit, it’s almost night and it’s still fucking hot!” Hiruma muttered, once again opening his collar.
“Like you said, it’s the middle of summer,” Mamori smiled as they reached the apartment building and walked inside. “What else can we expect?”
They rode up in the elevator, Hiruma still complaining about the heat. “I’m sweating all over.”
“Will you stop whining like a baby?” Mamori asked playfully as they walked out of the elevator and reached his door. As Hiruma went into his pockets for his keys, Mamori walked up to her boyfriend and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Wh-what are you doing damn girlfriend?” He asked, the key long forgotten in the lock. Mamori was already unbuttoning the fourth button.
“If I take off your shirt, you won’t be so hot.”
Hiruma looked at her, and, after a second, Mamori looked up at him and the two met each other’s eyes. Mamori’s eyelids started to droop, and Hiruma needed no hint more to close his as well and lean down to kiss her. Mamori continued to undo the buttons, and Hiruma kissed her again, grabbing her waist and slipping his hands up her shirt. Mamori used her other hand and fumbled with the key. The door opened suddenly and they practically fell through, their lips still glued to each other’s.
“Hiruma…” Mamori moaned and Hiruma went straight for the collarbone and began to nibble on it with his sharp teeth. She ran her fingers almost subconsciously through his hair and kissed his forehead.
She pulled off his shirt and the two stumbled their way through the house to where the bedroom was. Hiruma rose to catch Mamori’s lips again. She was fumbling with her shorts zipper, and Hiruma gladly volunteered to help her out of them.
Hiruma and Mamori fell as they entered into the bedroom. Due to the fall, Mamori had pinned Hiruma under her and was still kissing him wildly. Hiruma lifted up the covers of the bed and the two slunk into them, returning to their passionate love making.
The heat had completely disappeared out of both of their minds. There were only two temperatures currently running through their minds: passion and lust.
***
“Two years…”
“Youichi, stop it…”
“Two fucking years we’ve been dating and we never did that!” Hiruma exclaimed as he cuddled Mamori in his arms and sighed. “We must be fucking retarded.”
“Couldn’t you sound a little nicer after you make love?” Mamori asked, sighing as she nuzzled into Hiruma’s chest, tired and worn out.
“We must be fucking retarded…” Hiruma repeated as he kissed Mamori’s forehead. “That was fucking amazing. We are fucking idiots.”
“Stooooppp iiitt…” Mamori whined, throwing her arms around his shoulders and drooping her eyelids. “I’m worn out! I want to go to sleep!”
“It’s only seven,” Hiruma told her. “You really want to go to sleep?”
“Yeah…”
Hiruma paused as he looked down at the drowsy form of his lover in his arms. He held her closer and closed his eyes as well, placing his chin on the top of her head. “Yeah…me too.”
“Funny…” she murmured, “it’s not so hot anymore.”
End!
Hiruma x Mamori
WARNING: Mention of sexual situations!
***
“Hiruma? It’s me, Mamori.”
The door swung open as Youichi Hiruma let his girlfriend, Mamori Anezaki through into his apartment. She fanned herself, sighing as she set down the electric fan she had brought from her own apartment. “There, I brought it. Man, it’s really hot today.”
“It’s the middle of summer, what do you expect damn girlfriend?” Hiruma asked, walking over to the fan and plugging it into the nearest socket. “Damn, this doesn’t do much.”
“You really should get air conditioning installed,” Mamori sighed, walking over to the kitchen and putting down her other bag, which was full of groceries.
“Too damn expensive,” Hiruma muttered, walking into the kitchen after her. “You should know that.”
“When we lived on campus we had air conditioning,” Mamori reminded him, taking out a package of sugarless gum and tossing it at him. He caught it and put in on the fold out kitchen table.
“That cheap ass thing that always broke?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “That wasn’t air conditioning. That was a loud noise humming through the dorms.”
“My dorm was obviously nicer then yours,” Mamori giggled. “Cause mine worked just fine.”
“Damn favoritism,” Hiruma muttered, sitting down at the table and opening his collar to let in some of the coolness, if any. “That university we go to is fucking sexist.”
“Do you want your leeks fried or raw?” Mamori asked, not bothering to turn around and face Hiruma. He looked up, shrugging.
“Whatever.”
“That’s all I get after I go all this way to make you dinner?” Mamori asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Damn it’s hot,” Hiruma responded, walking over to Mamori and putting his arms around her waist. “It’s even hotter. Stop blushing like a middle schooler.”
“I’m not!” Mamori giggled as Hiruma began to nuzzle her neck. She was trying to cut the leeks, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as Hiruma began to ravage her neck and work his hand over her stomach. “S-stop it!” she giggled. “I’m ticklish!”
“I know!” he grinned, grabbing his girlfriend around the waist, forcing her to drop the knife. “Now stop making that damn dinner and come see a movie with me! It’ll be cold in the theater.”
“What’ll we eat?”
“I’ll buy you sweets on the way home.”
“Hiruma-kun!”
“Ya-ha!”
***
After the movie and several rounds of sweets for Mamori, the two were on their way home, walking down the sidewalk while the sun was just over the horizon. “Dammit, it’s almost night and it’s still fucking hot!” Hiruma muttered, once again opening his collar.
“Like you said, it’s the middle of summer,” Mamori smiled as they reached the apartment building and walked inside. “What else can we expect?”
They rode up in the elevator, Hiruma still complaining about the heat. “I’m sweating all over.”
“Will you stop whining like a baby?” Mamori asked playfully as they walked out of the elevator and reached his door. As Hiruma went into his pockets for his keys, Mamori walked up to her boyfriend and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Wh-what are you doing damn girlfriend?” He asked, the key long forgotten in the lock. Mamori was already unbuttoning the fourth button.
“If I take off your shirt, you won’t be so hot.”
Hiruma looked at her, and, after a second, Mamori looked up at him and the two met each other’s eyes. Mamori’s eyelids started to droop, and Hiruma needed no hint more to close his as well and lean down to kiss her. Mamori continued to undo the buttons, and Hiruma kissed her again, grabbing her waist and slipping his hands up her shirt. Mamori used her other hand and fumbled with the key. The door opened suddenly and they practically fell through, their lips still glued to each other’s.
“Hiruma…” Mamori moaned and Hiruma went straight for the collarbone and began to nibble on it with his sharp teeth. She ran her fingers almost subconsciously through his hair and kissed his forehead.
She pulled off his shirt and the two stumbled their way through the house to where the bedroom was. Hiruma rose to catch Mamori’s lips again. She was fumbling with her shorts zipper, and Hiruma gladly volunteered to help her out of them.
Hiruma and Mamori fell as they entered into the bedroom. Due to the fall, Mamori had pinned Hiruma under her and was still kissing him wildly. Hiruma lifted up the covers of the bed and the two slunk into them, returning to their passionate love making.
The heat had completely disappeared out of both of their minds. There were only two temperatures currently running through their minds: passion and lust.
***
“Two years…”
“Youichi, stop it…”
“Two fucking years we’ve been dating and we never did that!” Hiruma exclaimed as he cuddled Mamori in his arms and sighed. “We must be fucking retarded.”
“Couldn’t you sound a little nicer after you make love?” Mamori asked, sighing as she nuzzled into Hiruma’s chest, tired and worn out.
“We must be fucking retarded…” Hiruma repeated as he kissed Mamori’s forehead. “That was fucking amazing. We are fucking idiots.”
“Stooooppp iiitt…” Mamori whined, throwing her arms around his shoulders and drooping her eyelids. “I’m worn out! I want to go to sleep!”
“It’s only seven,” Hiruma told her. “You really want to go to sleep?”
“Yeah…”
Hiruma paused as he looked down at the drowsy form of his lover in his arms. He held her closer and closed his eyes as well, placing his chin on the top of her head. “Yeah…me too.”
“Funny…” she murmured, “it’s not so hot anymore.”
End!