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I blame Elf, Fish, Tech, and Velsper for this.
I think I've saved deredere Rin moments up for her to be this cute at the end. Actually, this is a transposed piece from something else that I just reworked slightly to fit them, so they might be OOC a bit.
Onsen is "hotspring" by the way.
Didn't Even Make It (to the Onsen)
“So, where are we going?”
Shirou shrugged, his eyes locked out the window of the taxi. The vehicle had taken them far into the countryside from the train station and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Rin glared.
Shirou kept his eyes fixed on the scenery out the window, else cave.
Rin huffed, turned to watch out her window as well.
Shirou grinned.
“You're lucky I'm in such a good mood,” Rin grumbled.
His smile widening, Shirou nudged her with his shoulder. “In an hour’s time, you'll forget you were even angry with me.”
Despite the put-out expression on her face, Rin's eyes danced as she looked to him again. “The next bit of laundry says I'll still be able to summon my wrath at will in an hour.”
“You're on.”
“I suppose I'm doing laundry next,” Rin said.
The sun was just beginning to reach the mountaintops to the west as they disembarked from the taxi. After going to the inn, Rin had found that the inn was not truly an inn so much as a series of cabins near a natural hot spring. The cabin they were at presently happened to be one of the furthest into the forest at the base of the mountain range and was within sight of a hot spring flow that circumvented the forest perimeter.
The cabin itself was simply built, Western-styled, although a lived-in quality about it made it instantly inviting to Rin as she looked about the grounds. As the driver headed back, she glanced over her shoulder to see light plumes of smoke rising from beyond the forest canopy, letting her know that the city was still within arm's reach. She turned to Shirou. “How did you manage this?”
Shirou blushed faintly. “Well, I can definitely assure you, we will not be able to do this regularly. Fuji-nee knows the groundskeeper here and when I spoke with him, he promised a discount if I did a few chores.”
They gathered their bags and Shirou keyed the lock, pushing the door in and allowing Rin to step in first.
“So do you like your shirts pressed and ironed?” Rin asked, her voice a whisper.
Shirou followed her in and smiled at her expression. “You live in a huge mansion and yet you find this awe-inspiring?”
Putting her packs down, Rin made to run her hands along the pinewood table next to the door, then over to a sofa with a similar wooden frame and sea-blue sheeted pillows adorning it. Her eyes went first to the fireplace, then to the view out the back of the cabin toward the springs and mountain ranges.
It was sparsely decorated, instead relying on the actual architecture and some carvings amidst the wood to be the visual stimulation. For the true aim was a setting of comfort and calming.
“Hey, it isn’t something I’ve ever been to before.” Looking out the windows, she motioned to the spring flow. “Does that have a place for people to bathe in?”
“Yep,” Shirou said. “Western-styled furnishings and Japanese-style springs.”
She narrowed her eyes at her lover. “I still can't believe you kept this from me.”
He smiled innocently. “I have to keep some surprises in your life. Keep you from boring of me.”
Expression softening, Rin pressed up to him and brushed her lips against his. “I should tell you off for thinking such a thing, but I think I would rather show you how excited you can make me…”
Shirou had to bite back on his knee-jerk reaction to that—it always left him feeling like a caught deer when he heard Rin issue suggestive remarks. “It never ceases to amaze me that such words can come from your lips.”
“Well then, why don't you show me the bedroom and I'll amaze you with even more stunning vocabulary.”
That stunning vocabulary never failed to set Shirou off.
“I need you in me right now,” Rin moaned, nipping at his ear as they stumbled into the bedroom.
Only sheer force of will kept him from completely tearing her clothing off right there, though Rin would not have blamed him had he done so. It was always on the verge of painful when this feeling swept over her: the pure desire in his eyes and the shaking excitement of his hands that did all sorts of wonderful things to her. When he spun her around and snaked his arms up to unbutton her blouse—as he had long ago figured out it was easier looking over her shoulder than facing her to do so—it bordered on rough.
There was something she could not explain if she tried that welled up in her heart—and other places—to know Shirou so liberated. Here, with her, he could be either fragile or commanding and never have to justify himself. No tears he shed she ever felt the necessity to ask for their meaning, nor any commands that she did not follow with a hint of hesitancy. He never had to explain himself, nor had to feel guilty over anything they did, because she trusted him, knew him to never go where she could not follow.
Not to mention the fact that it excited her to breathlessness, the way he took hold of her.
“God, who invented these things?” Shirou complained, biting Rin’s ear as he pulled her blouse off and his hands found her lace-covered breasts. “I don’t know whether to hate them or love them.”
Smirking, Rin made to respond but hissed as his fingertips found a particularly sensitive spot. She responded by grinding herself back against him and upon finding his arousal, made sure to return the favor. “If that’s how appreciative you are to its invention, I sure hope they died rich and happy,” she murmured.
Groaning at her actions, Shirou reached up to tilt her chin aside and kiss her hard, his other arm curling around her waist to hold her in place. Tongues dueling for a moment, Rin moved so they swayed in the same manner as if no clothing were a barrier between them. “The way you move,” Shirou whispered, “Just…oh…”
“That’s what all the boys say,” she grinned.
“Hiding some in the closet from me, hm?”
Swaying her hips side to side, Rin arched her back and brought her arms up above her shoulders to reach back and thread her fingers through Shirou’ hair. “Oh, yes, you caught me, there’s two beautiful men stashed in the closet and one under the bed. Once I wore you out, I planned on sneaking away with them.”
Shirou growled at the challenge and spun her about, crushing her body to his and hungrily descending upon her lips. “Well, they can just put up with watching, since you’ll be the one worn out.”
He shoved Rin back and her knees hit the edge of the bed, causing her to fall back. Shoving her skirt up to her hips, Shirou simply pulled the lace she wore underneath aside and out of the way as his fingers gently pried her folds apart and his tongue found the place that tore the breath from her lungs.
Rin was vaguely aware of her legs acting on their own to hook over his shoulders and her hips involuntarily thrusting against his tongue. She heard and felt him mumble something against her skin—not an unpleasant feeling—and then his fingers began tickling the inside of her thighs. Giggling, she managed to sit up to mock glare at him. “That isn’t going to work, you know.”
Giving Rin the grin he knew always made her melt, Shirou slid his hands down her legs to her calves and then started kissing his way back up. “You should know better than to challenge me.”
In return, she sat up fully and grabbed Shirou’ collar, pulling him up and in for a kiss while working his shirt off. “You should know better than to make me wait,” Rin retorted, and finding the buttons of his shirt too difficult to undo, she somehow managed enough concentration to send a spark of energy down the front, snapping each loop undone and allowing her to shove the barrier off his chest.
His stomach fluttered slightly at that, probably from an electric shock touching his skin. “That…was really hot…” he whispered into her ear before his lips latched to her neck.
“You know what else would be hot?” Rin bit his shoulder lightly and scratched her fingertips down his back. “For you to hurry up and fuck me hard.”
“Once again with that tongue of yours,” Shirou groaned, working to unbuckle the belts at his waist.
Rin’s hands went to help, tossing one belt aside and shoving another, along with his trousers, to the floor. Her mouth descended upon him and she swirled her tongue in a way that made him moan and thread his fingers through her hair. “Yeah, my tongue is fantastic, isn’t it? But your cock is even better, and it needs to be in me.” Still, she pressed it to her lips as if in worship before taking it all the way into her mouth, bobbing her head along his length.
“Damn,” Shirou breathed, thrusting into her mouth and leaning forward, “You can be such a slut.”
Shuddering in pleasure—she knew he never meant such words but it always excited her to hear him so wanton—Rin moaned with him still in her mouth and endeavored to make him writhe in his need for release.
Her lover would not allow that, however, finally drawing himself from her lips and spinning her back around. She caught one bedpost for balance and felt him reach around her to pull her breasts free, teasing her nipples while his lips pressed to her shoulder. In response, she rolled her hips back against his arousal, smothering it between her body and his, and she knew she had him when he groaned again.
With a tug, he pulled the lace barrier under her skirt down her thighs just enough to thrust into her.
“Ohhhhh!” Rin cried, moaning as he started a rhythm.
The bed creaked and shifted against the wall, and they were both glad that there were no neighbors around to hear.
Or would have been glad, had they thought of it.
Rin’s hips wiggled when he paused, his feet shuffling to push into her deeper, and he gently smacked the flesh of her backside in response. “Feeling a litt…le dominating?” she tried to say clearly, though the shortness of breath caught words in her throat.
“Feeling a little needy?” he asked in return, completely keeping himself still.
She groaned and wiggled again, trying to move back against him. “What’d I say abouuuuunnnn—”
He cut her off and sharply moved again, wrapping an arm around her waist and biting his lip to keep from groaning aloud, from letting her hear his own difficulty—
And reached around to tickle his fingers below her belly and above where they were joined.
Licking the post in wanton desire, Rin shuddered, toes curling as the flash of climax wracked her body and her nerves went crazy in over-stimulation. Another smaller, lighter orgasm followed when Shirou’ hand struck her ass once again and her head fell to the mattress, the duvet muffling her gasping. She managed one clear statement, however, looking over her shoulder and clinching herself around his penetration. “Yes, come inside me, I need your come…”
Those words never failed to set him off, and he halfway ripped her from her place on the bed, their bodies never once parting, twisting her around him until she lay on her back with her feet in the air. His arms wrapped around her legs and he moved with a panting urgency as Rin tightened herself around him. He felt a shudder, the muscles in his legs and back tightening painfully, and he came.
Floating in and out of consciousness, Rin felt her nerves slowly return to earth and eventually her blood stopped burning enough that she could feel Shirou curled up next to her. His lips were nipping at her neck in such a way that started to tickle and she let out a sound somewhere between a giggle and a moan. “Stop that.”
“Make me,” Shirou whispered back.
Sighing, Rin tilted her head—such that her neck was left more exposed to her lover’s assault. “Just keep your guard up. Never know when I’ll strike.”
Smiling against her skin, Shirou curled the arm Rin had laid her head on around to stroke at her hair. “I always keep my guard—”
Pouncing up, Rin threw herself over her lover, pinning his arms in place against the bed and stealing a kiss. “Striiiike!”
And he went on the counteroffensive.
Since he had a choice few chores to do around the grounds—mainly maintenance that the groundskeeper found expensive and Shirou had ways to get around—Shirou himself did not get a chance to use the hot springs. When he could convince himself to pull away from Rin’s side, he went to every unoccupied cabin to check on their stoves, air conditioners, and plumbing in turn.
By the time Shirou had returned to their cabin, it was late into the last evening they would be spending there and he was too tired to go out again. He was glad to see Rin in one of the provided yukata, however, suggesting she had taken the opportunity to relax in the springs. “How was it?”
She gave a contented little sigh. “Heavenly.”
He grinned. They would have to leave early in the morning the next day, so he would enjoy her good-mood company while he could.
The train ride back was particularly deserted, the car they were in had maybe three other people in it total. Shirou did not mind, though, since it was extra quiet and allowed Rin to do what she otherwise might not have done with an audience.
Fall back dead asleep.
It was an odd desire, but he very much liked seeing her in this light, out where people could see them but still very much his own image of her. She lulled against his shoulder and he contently watched the mountain they had vacationed at shrink far into the distance.
If the equivalent exchange was a days worth of hard work for even just this kind of moment, Shirou thought he might be getting away with grand larceny.
And then he felt a hand stroke his thigh very sensually.
He tried not to startle, and carefully turned to look at Rin, who was peeking her eyes out from beneath her bangs up at him, smirking.
“Striiike,” she whispered into his ear, and he felt a very pleasant shudder run up his spine.
“T-Tohsaka…um…” he quickly glanced around, though the people he had seen in the car were further up toward the front and they were facing the rear. “What are y-you—”
And she leaned up to press a kiss into his lips.
When he was suitably breathless, she pulled back and gave him a smirk. “Think I was going to do something naughty, Shirou-kun?”
He sighed.
With the teasing in public, maybe it wasn’t grand larceny. Still a steal, though.
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