Tuesday, August 7, 2012

A Rock Lee Lemon -- The Morning After Syndrome

Character: Rock Lee

Fandom: Naruto

OC: Anzu, blunt, stubborn, chin length black hair, orangey eyes

Inspiration: I have no idea… XDDD

Rock Lee didn't drink.  Or at least he never remembered drinking.  Life was all nothing but a blur to him when sake was involved.  A blur that made absolutely no sense.

He groaned, wanting to reach up to cradle his head but deciding it was too much work.  His head felt like it was splitting open.  It was a pain he rarely ever felt because he usually didn't get as drunk as he had the night before.  In fact, it took hardly anything to make him that intoxicated, but he had a lingering feeling that many, many bottles of sake had been the culprit.  And there was something else, too…someone who had egged him on.  Probably Neji.

He blurrily opened his eyes, and then immediately closed them again as he let out another pitiful whine.  He took shallow breaths as he gingerly sat up, eyes still resolutely closed.  Each movement made his muscles scream at him.

He was still dressed in his ninja clothes, but his sandals were laying neatly on the floor not far away.  And his headband was also gone, rolled up and laying on his bedside table.  Had someone been there last night?

It took Lee ages to stand up, and ages more to stumble from his room.  He finally jerked his eyes open as he went, hands reaching out blindly so he didn't bump into anything.  But he still ended up walking into corners and scraping the edges of various furniture as he made his way to his kitchen.

He would see what he had for breakfast first, then go back to fix his countenance up, maybe shower, and see if he had any painkillers left.  He doubted he did, because he rarely used them unless he was this drunk.  And he had only ever been this drunk a few times in the past.

He was just passing the living room, which was connected to the kitchen as his apartment was all open concept, when he suddenly stopped in surprise.  He'd heard something -- a sleepy moan, or some such thing.  Sure enough, when he stumbled toward the couch and peered over its edge, Rock Lee was shocked to find that it was inhabited by a girl.  (And one he happened to know very well.)

Out of the ordinary as it was, Lee handled the situation neatly.  Or…he was about to, you know, but his maturity was put on hold a moment later when the blanket she was using shifted off of her.

Anzu Hinomaya did not have a very girlish figure.  Her breasts were small and easily ignored when compared to her muscles, which were lean and firm from years of taijutsu training.  But if there was one thing Anzu did have, it was nice legs.  And that dress she was wearing right now, which was riding precariously far up her thighs, gave Lee insight into just how nice they were.

His face exploded in red and he jerked his eyes away from her figure, mentally scolding himself for even looking.  This was Anzu, his best friend, the one who had shown him that he could be a great ninja, and who had believed in him when no one else had.  This was Anzu, the girl he had cared for since they'd first met as bumbling toddlers, and the girl whom he thought to be in love with.

She let out another sleepy moan that only served to further Lee's blush, because it sounded so…provocative.  Her arms reached up above her head in a cat-like stretch, making her dress ride ever further up her body.  Lee stared at the revealed flesh of her thighs for a moment before turning his head away and walking back towards the kitchen.  If she caught him staring at her like that…well, Anzu could be rather foul mouthed at times.  He could just imagine what she'd call him.

He didn't get very far in the kitchen when he realized that his friend was already awake and padding after him.  The coffee maker was on, though Lee rarely used it.  He thought Anzu might like a cup and, when he poured her one and slid it before her, she nodded gratefully at him. 

Lee couldn't pretend that this was weird or anything, because it had happened a few times in the past.  (There was even that one time when he'd waken up to her next to him, in his bed!)  But none of those times had ever been quite like this, and Anzu had never worn…that during their previous mornings together.  (And Rock Lee had never felt quite so nervous, or frazzled about it.)

Her dress was slipping off her shoulders but she didn't seem to notice, or even care.  Anzu was merely sipping at her steaming coffee, watching him with catty eyes that made him shiver -- in what?  Excitement?  Anxiety?  He didn't understand what he was feeling, only that it felt somehow good, in a forbidden kind of way.

"So…do you remember anything that happened last night?" she wondered.  Lee had to pull himself back down to earth.  This was his friend, not some stranger.  He swallowed and shook his head jerkily, "N-No!  A-ah…I do not seem to remember anything…at all…" he added shakily when he saw her raised brow.

Anzu shifted, nodding.  "Do you want me to tell you what you did?"

Oh, he could only imagine it now.  Threatening innocent bystanders, making a mess of the restaurant, stumbling around like a fool -- "No.  I am fine with not knowing the specifics."  Because he sort of already knew, anyway.  Though the memories were fuzzy, they were still there.

To his surprise, the look on Anzu's face portrayed a certain sadness at his words.  It was as though she had wanted to tell him what he'd done.  Was it that bad?  Did he embarrass her and made her want to revoke their friendship?  He looked at her worriedly and she turned back to her coffee, strangely silent.

Rock Lee would never, ever understand the emotions of females.  Even now, as he watched his friend's expression clear into determination, he felt himself grappling for something familiar.  What was she thinking?  He watched her get up, body stiff with some sort of emotion as she walked around the kitchen table to where he was standing.

He hadn't expected her to get quite so close to him.  But there she was, mere inches from his face as she looked up.  He felt himself blushing, and even thought he might have detected the hint of red upon her cheeks, as well.  But before he could look closer, Anzu decided to speak.  "Well," she said, voice softening, "I'm going to tell you a little of what happened, anyway."

He gulped as he felt her hand on his chest.  It danced over him, sinking between each muscle, brushing over his clothed nipple.  He felt a shiver wrack through his body, and Anzu smirked when she felt it herself.  She could feel his confusion and she knew she had to clear it up, so she murmured a soft, "You kissed me," into the fabric of his suit.

Immediately, he stiffened and his face exploded with red.  Anzu knew him well and could see through his embarrassment and shame.  She raised a brow at him and watched his face curiously.

"I-I am sorry, then.  I did not mean to offend -- " but he was cut off by a pair of lips as they reached up for his own, and the shock nearly made him lose his head.

For a moment, they remained completely still.  And then, Anzu was pulling back gingerly, lips hovering not far from his as she smirked up at him.  "You didn't offend me," she whispered, fingers tracing circles into the back of his green suit.  He vaguely wondered when she had twisted her arms around him like that, but didn't put much thought into it because it felt nice, having her pushed against him like this.  It felt somehow right.

"If anything," Anzu continued, giving him a smile that made him momentarily forget how to breath, "you only made me want more."  And he blushed at the intricacy of such words, and also because Anzu decided that it was time to kiss him again.

"A-Anzu, I --" her mouth crashed against his, demanding him to kiss her back.  So he did, albeit slowly and rather hesitantly.  It was his first kiss, after all, and he hadn't expected such things would happen in this way, or even that Anzu would return the feelings that he had festered for her all these years.

He heard her mumble something more, but couldn't catch it, and he forgot about it a second later as Anzu's lips became more heated upon his own.  Lee's hands slid up her arms, holding onto her as he moved his mouth with hers.  Fire had long since ignited through his body, and there was, ashamedly, only one thing on his mind.  But he would not initiate that, because this was only their first kiss and nothing more.  Or so he thought.

Anzu pulled back and twisted her hands into his.  Her mouth contorted into a dizzying smile as she tugged him back with her out of the kitchen.  They didn't get very far at all -- they only reached the living room before Anzu threw patience away and jumped back into his arms to kiss him again.  He felt himself falling backward, and the next moment he was met with the couch and Anzu herself as she straddled his legs.

He felt himself blushing again, because she was sitting nearly directly on his manhood and it was rather embarrassing to admit how erect he'd gotten over just a few kisses.  But Anzu didn't comment or tease him whatsoever.  Instead, she smirked knowingly, slid her hands over his shoulders, and allowed her lower body to grind against his.

His reaction was immediate as Lee gasped and threw his head back.  No one had ever done anything like that to him before.  Hell, he'd never even done anything like that to himself.  This experience was utterly new and he was rather shocked at how good it felt.  He was also rather nervous because he had absolutely no idea how to proceed.

Anzu seemed to have read his thoughts, because the next moment was spent whispering away his insecurities as she hovered by his ear.  Her fingers brushed away his fringe of hair, watching as it immediately fell back into place.  Her lips danced over his cheek, jaw, chin and her hands moved down to trace comforting circles down his chest.

"Relax," she told him, giving him a smile that sent his heart spluttering uselessly in his chest.  It would be impossible to relax, but Lee would try.  Or, at the very least, he'd give her complete power to do whatever she liked.

Anzu had never taken Lee's clothes off before -- or watched him take them off -- so removing him of his green body suit turned out to be a rather harried experience.  She never had a lot of patience to begin with and so she began throwing curses at it before she'd even tried very hard.  There were no buttons or zippers or anything and it was driving her crazy with annoyance.

Lee wanted to smile, but his face seemed to be caught in one solid expression that, however much he tried, he couldn't shift.  So instead he helped her, pulling the stretchy suit down his body as he normally would when removing it, and stopping just at his lower half for his own security.

Anzu didn't mind.  She had also never seen Lee's naked chest before, and couldn't seem to look away for an instant.  God, he was muscular.  His body was lean and rock hard, which she found out as she palmed him.  Of course he'd be like this.  He was a Taijutsu specialist.

Anzu leaned in and got to work, beginning the tedious task of glorifying Lee's chest.  He watched as she did, unable to so much as groan as he felt her lips shift over his taut nipples, or her fingers dip into the hollows between every hardened muscle.  He wanted to, so badly, but like his expression his voice also seemed stuck.

She continued her ministrations until she reached the green suit again, and decided that it was high time to take things a little farther.  Her fingers curled under the fabric and she finally pulled it away, not stopping until the entire suit was thrown over the opposite couch and forgotten.  And then, Anzu turned back to study Lee's uncomfortable self.  She glanced at his member and didn't know why she was so surprised to find it so large, in both girth and length.  A wicked smirk lit her face and make Lee gulp harshly at the sight of it.

The ache between her legs had only intensified at the sight of his manhood, and so Anzu made quick work of her clothes.  She hadn't wearing much anyway, only that silly short dress that she'd probably threw away when all this was over.  Underneath, Anzu was wearing a pair of simple black panties and a matching bra.

She clamored back into his lap, pushing her lips to his in an effort to make him more relaxed.  She was well aware that it was Lee's first time and wanted to make it easier for him.  But his body was unyielding and stiff, and so she decided to do the one thing that would undoubtedly lull his horrid nerves.

Her hand slipped around his hard cock.  His eyes widened slightly and he stared at Anzu, finally getting some expression into his face.  She threw him a smile and pumped him a few times, staring at him in a rather calculating manner.  He couldn't help it, really.  The feeling of her hand around his arousal was just too much for him to handle.  A low groan left his parted lips and he threw his head back, arching his back slightly as she moved faster, rubbing her thumb over his tip.

But Anzu didn't linger, and she most certainly didn't let him come.  She moved her hand away from his manhood before he had the chance and leaned in to kiss his neck as she murmured, "Ready?" into his ear. 

Whether he was or not, it didn't matter to Anzu.  Still, she wanted to be sure he was ok with all of this.  She was so turned on that she hoped he was. 

"I-I," Lee swallowed thickly, "I think I am…"  and he moved his hands up to her hips as though trying to annunciate her words.

She hummed as he did, enjoying the contact.  In a voice that bordered on sultry, Anzu whispered, "…Then take my panties off, would you?"  and she watched him shiver at the slightly dirty words.

Still, he nodded firmly, brows furrowing in concentration.  His fingers slipping beneath the fabric and jerked them down, skin sliding over her bum as he did.  When the annoying fabric had found its place on the floor, Lee moved his hands up her back to fumble around with her bra, as well.  Anzu watched with a cat-like exterior as he did, pleased that he took part of the initiative. 

When the clasp came undone, Lee pulled the bra from her shoulders and it fell to the floor, revealing her breasts to his eyes and making him blush with renewed vigor.  Anzu giggled at his expression and captured his mouth once more, smiling into the kiss and curling her fingers around his length again as she guided him to her core.

He nervously assisted her, lifting her hips over him as she slid his tip into her.  Just that one movement felt amazing to Lee, and he had to brace himself as the rest of him was sheathed within her.

"Ahhh~" Anzu tilted her head back and clamped her hands onto Lee's shoulders.  She remained still for a moment as she grew used to his size.  When she started moving, it was unlike anything either of them had experienced.

A husky groan flew from Lee's lips as he rested his head on the back of the couch.  His hips moved on their own to meet up with Anzu's, but she did most of the work.  The heated sound of slapping skin filled the room, along with the hesitant but delirious moans that soon became integrated into their lovemaking.

"A-Amazing…!" Anzu leaned in, nuzzling his neck with her face as she rocked her hips into his.  Another moan slipped past her throat and was muffled against the sweaty skin of Lee's collar. 

Lee's hands moved up and down her back, but mostly remained at her hips in a firm clutch.  She was riding him for all he was worth and he could hardly breath, and think, and even move for fear of disrupting the pleasure.  But such a thing would have been impossible. 

"Anzu…Anzu!" another groan, and then the muffled sound of kissing as Anzu crashed her mouth against his.  The coil within her abdomen was cracking, splitting under the weight of what would be a heady orgasm.  She snapped her hips more fitfully against his and groaned.  Lee's name left her mouth relentlessly.

Lee's own orgasm came before hers did, but she wasn't surprised or annoyed at this at all.  His hips jerked harder against her as he came, fingers undoubtedly bruising her hips as he gripped her.  Her name was a mantra upon his tongue and it furthered her own orgasm, which ripped through her before his had completely finished and stole away everything she thought she was.

The couch, it seemed, was not the ideal place to make love.  Which was why, when Anzu had managed to catch her breath minutes later, she shakily stood up on her battered legs and pulled Lee with her.

He didn't ask where she was taking him this time, or what they would be doing once they got there.  He just followed her, hand clasped resolutely in hers and face more relaxed than it had ever been before.



  1. that was hot, i started liking Lee only last year, noticing his charm and Handsome Devil good looks and im glad others do too so i can enjoy these XD keep writing girl!!! you're too good

  2. Rock Lee got's it going on.

  3. I wonder what Guy Sensei would say about this...

  4. Wow there are not that many lee lemons unfortunately but this is the best one I read so far!����