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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      Gen, F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!_GX
  Character:
      Professor_Cronos_de_Medici_|_Dr._Vellian_Crowler
  Additional Tags:
      Original_Character(s)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-13 Words: 977
****** Favorite ******
by Ichigo777
Summary
     Chronos & his favorite student's daily routine. OC-ness & lots of
     smex. A one shot.
Notes
     So, I'm partially to spelling Chronos with the 'h' and thus I shall.
     I was told this story "doesn't fit" with his personality; that
     Chronos wouldn't "risk" his job in order to basically screw around...
     And I was like, "are we taking about the same guy?" - you know the
     guy who hated Judai for the whole first 20+ episodes and tried time
     after time to get him expelled by any way necessary? Really? XO
A soft whimper and then a rustle of sheets. From under the covers, a golden
blonde female tosses the heavy quilt on top of her off the bed, and then
resumes her previous position; head resting against the blue silk pillows, her
mouth twisted into a smile. Beside her, the man who was also blonde, although
his hair was quite lighter than hers, grabs her from the side and laughs
softly, pulling the girl into his arms. His arms wrap around her slim waist
holding her tight as he plants sweet kisses up and down the side of her neck.
She sighs and tosses her hair to the other side of her neck with a flick,
revealing more neck to her partner. The hint is taken as he runs even more
kisses up and down her neck. Slowly, his arms slip away from her waist and
gently he turns her so she faces him, and THEN pushes her backwards onto the
pillow again. he leans forward and claims her mouth for his own. Her arms wrap
around his nick softy and her fingers run through his long hair. Their lips
part and their eyes lock; blue on blue. She cocks her head to the side
slightly, then nudges him with her nose gently and he leans in again to kiss
her.
While his mouth dances with hers, his hands move to unbutton the simple blue
nightgown she wears. He breaks the kiss for a moment, just long enough to toss
said nightgown over her head and to the side, before he resumes it. His hand
trail over the curves of her now bare breasts and she moans into the kiss, her
eyes fluttering shut, as his hands tease her already stiff nipples. Her hands
detangle themselves from his hair and move down his bare back as he continues
to touch and tease her their mouths still entangled in their love dance. His
hands leave her supple mounds and trail downwards over her hips and hook
underneath her underwear, pulling them down to her knees, the farthest his arms
can reach. She breaks the kiss and laughs, casually tossing her panties aside
with a flick of her legs. He, meanwhile, has tossed away the only garment
covering him, and sits upon the bed, silently becoming her to him. She smiles
slyly and reaches over to kiss him, and his arms pull her forward into his lap.
They kiss again and as one hand stay on her back, the other drifts lower to
trace circles along her back. She sighs and wraps her arms around him again.
His fingers move lower to tease the most sensitive part of her, then go lower
and delve into her opening. She gasps slightly, her cheeks flushing scarlet,
and he pecks her upon the cheek softly.
The fingers retreat and he lifts her up slightly, a gently lowers her back down
upon his hardness. She moans softly and he pushes her down flat on the bed
again. He moves slowly at first, giving her kisses in-between her moans and
gasps as her hands tighter in his hair. Gradually, the pace quickens until
she's trembling in his arms. Between hot kisses, both gasp and moan as sweat
begins to form, then drip. Faster and faster the pace goes, rising towards that
final height. The kisses become slightly sloppier, the moans become a little
louder. And then, that point is reached and a final kiss muffles and would be
screams of pleasure. He collapses next to her on the bed as she removes her
arms from around him and he runs his hands through her hair. Gently, he moves a
stray strand of her golden hair away from her face and she sighs happily. For a
minute, there is silence, then the piercing cry of the alarm clock on the
nightstand rings out. He reaches backwards, annoyed, to shut the infernal
device off as the two untangle themselves from each other. The clock's face
reads 7 AM in bright red letters.
Sighing, she rises to her feet and picks up the tosses clothes on the floor
from the activities of this morning and the night before. Depositing them into
a hamper, she reaches into her nearby bag and pulls out fresh clothes for
herself, then wanders into the bathroom. As she showers and dresses, he makes
the bed and packs the books left out from the studying that was done the night
before. She returns dressed and clean ten minutes later in a new uniform and he
heads for the bathroom with his clothes in hair hands; a kiss is shared as
their paths cross. While he cleans himself, she goes into the kitchen and makes
breakfast; eggs and French toast. She sets out the two plates with food and
blue china rose teacups filled with tea. He joins her, dressed and ready for
the day as well. Together, they sit and eat breakfast, talking of what to
expect of the coming day. When the food is gone and the teacups empty, the
dishes are deposited into the sink and both grab their bags. He locks the door
as they exit.
They walk together down the short forest path to the main building and at the
entrance they part for now. He heads to the office to get paperwork and she
heads to the classroom. She takes her normal seat in the classroom and waist
patiently as the other students come in and sit around her in their assigned
seats. Ten minutes later, he arrives and begins to teach the day's lessons to
his students, with one eyes always on his favorite. For he knows that when the
sun sets at the end of this day, she will be his once more.
Such is the daily routine of Miss Crysta Derin and Chronos De Medichi
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