Forbidden Fruit

[Um...hi. ^^;;; *looks about nervously* Well, I'm plenty old enough to be here, but I've never actually tried writing a fanfic with adult situations. The most I've done is some suggestive things, but I really wanted to give this a try. Call it a challenge I placed on myself, if you will?

I want to apologize in advance if any parts of this are badly worded or executed. I'm not exactly an expert. Far from it. :x But I am in love with Chrno Crusade, and likewise, the ChrnoxRosette pairing. And I do see Chrno in a little darker way than most might, so that could be reflected here (I'm more a fan of the manga, than the anime).

This is a one-shot.

Warnings for a dark theme, in relation to Chrno's portrayal, especially. Consider it OOC if you'd like. I always push characters to their limits. And thanks to Lechan for inspring me with your fic "My Innocent Contract". My version of Chrno is a little more forward, however...

Anyway, I hope you erm...can enjoy it, even with my lack of experience with writing in this area.]

DISCLAIMER: Chrno Crusade and its characters belong to Daisuke Moriyama.

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Forbidden Fruit

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The firey form of Rosette Christopher hastily slammed the phone back on the hook upon the side of Chrno's weaponry backpack, sending a metallic ringing noise throughout the inside of the car.

"I don't believe this!" she shouted. "The car is dead, the phone is dead, and we're stranded in the middle of nowhere..." the young nun paused in her mounting rage to point out the window of the stationary transportation unit. "In the middle of a thunderstorm!"

Lightning cracked right on cue, illuminating the darkened inside of the vehicle. Her companion sighed, leaning his head on one hand while staring out the window. "Well there's nothing we can do, Rosette," the violet-haired demon voiced. "Niether of us are going to get far out there by walking. We don't even know where we are."

She huffed in response, flopping her back against the worn seat. "I don't know how you can be so calm about this, Chrno. We could freeze out here."

He glanced over at her with his ruby-colored eyes. "If you don't calm down, you could catch a cold from working yourself up, you know."

"Hmph," she replied simply, turning her head to gaze out of the glass on her side. "You're right, though. We wouldn't get anywhere in this if we actually went out there. I can barely see beyond the car."

"Then I guess we're stuck out here until the storm passes," Chrno offered with a shrug.

She threw a look his way, admiring his thoughful form as he gazed out of the side window. She could see his face's reflection on the smooth glass, pensively fixated on something. What was he thinking about?

As though sensing her eyes, his reflection's dark crimson orbs lifted to the reflection of her sapphire gaze in the window, trapping it for just a moment before returning to the previous position.

The blonde girl swallowed, unsure of what it was she'd seen in the depths of his reflection's eyes for just that split second. Whatever it was had probably just been some trick of the lighting. Maybe he hadn't looked at her at all. Satisfied with her reasoning, she turned her blue eyes back to the rainstorm wreaking havoc outside.

The rain continued to pelt mercilessly upon the vehicle and the winds were roaring unsteadily and showering the window panes with sheets of cold water. Lightning bolted down with a deafening crack, causing Rosette to pull back away from the window and jam her eyes shut with a squeal.

They flew open again when she felt a warmth cover her hand and she turned curious azure eyes to the demon beside her, and then down to where his dark-skinned hand was poised down over her own.

"Are you afraid of thunderstorms, Rosette?" he questioned lightly, a smirk of amusement playing on his features.

She immediately wrenched her hand away from his, glaring. "Of course not! It just took me by surprise!"

CRACK-CRACK-KA-BOOM.

The teenage exorcist launched herself onto Chrno's lap in a heartbeat, her eyes tightly closed once more. The demon quirked an amused eyebrow at her shuddering form, resting a hand on her shoulder for comfort.

With a gasp of surprise of her own actions, Rosette immediately pulled back, her face bright with embarrassment. "Erm, uh! That is...I!"

Her crimson-eyed partner squeezed her hand. "It's alright to be afraid, Rosette."

"I don't like the-the thunder..." she mumbled, then suddenly convulsed into rapid shivers. "Cold."

Still grasping her hand in his own, he tugged at the apendage. "Why don't we climb into the back?" he suggested. "It would probably be a little warmer."

She nodded silently, allowing him to help her up and over between the area of the two front seats. Once they were safely in back, Chrno shifted the heavy backpack a little farther away, to give them more space.

A period of silence followed, which was only broken by the pitter-patter of the continuous rain outside. The shuddering young nun wrapped her arms about herself, glancing around the interior restlessly. There was some sort of odd tension coming from Chrno, but she couldn't figure out what it might be. He was staring out the window again, but somehow it felt more like he were completely fixated on her instead. How could that even make sense?

"Rosette."

His voice was low, and she involuntarily started from the strange tone in it. Carefully, she picked her gaze up from the floor and turned to face him, but abruptly felt her heart fly up into her throat when she found his face merely inches from hers. "C-Chrno?" she questioned hesitantly.

"Do I scare you, Rosette?"

The look was in his eyes again. That strange luster in the deepest reaches of the blood-red she had seen for a short moment earlier, reflected through the glass. His eyes were boring straight into hers, with an intensity that made her feel like she was being set on fire. His ruby orbs held longing, and something different. Something darker.

Desire.

She swallowed, still unable to articulate a reply. He pressed even closer to her, backing her right up against the left side of the vehicle.

"There's darkness in everything," he spoke softly, dangerously. "Are you afraid of the dark, Rosette?"

The young blonde could feel his warm breath on her face and instinctively ran her tongue over her lips, urging herself to speak. "N-No," she managed, still wide-eyed and captivated by the sudden change in her companion's behavior.

He grinned slightly, his fangs reflecting a sudden shock of lighting from beyond the vehicle. "There is much darkness in me, my Rosette," he continued, his voice still deepening. Then he leaned in to her ear to whisper his next words.

"And that darkness wants you."

Rosette felt her heartbeat increase drastically, along with her quickened breathing pattern. She gasped as he suddenly nipped at her ear, and a small, unbidden moan escaped her throat. This seemed to set off a trigger in her demonic companion, who immediately pulled his face back to hers and closed his lips over her own harshly, forcing her back into the window behind her.

Cold moisture from the window pane seeped down her neck and she gasped into his feverish kiss. Torrents of undeniable, alien, but pleasurable feelings and sensations flooded her system all at once, nearly making her cry out against the devil's busy mouth. She pushed back to meet his pressure, enjoying his taste. In turn, he pressed his tongue against her lips, demanding entrance as he slid one arm behind her back and eased her down to lay on the car seat. She moaned once again, granting him the access he wanted, and snaked her arms around his back, feeling for the ribbon in his hair and quickly undoing the simple knot, releasing his hair to unravel from the braid and spread about them.

The Sinner pulled back for a moment, allowing his crimson eyes to drink in her flushed state as she lifted her legs up onto the seat and he positioned himself to kneel above her. He swiftly pulled off her militia gloves and boots and she unbuttoned his red coat, helping him out of it as he tossed it to the floor.

'No one will ever know,' she thought, her eyes half-lidded as she stared up at his hungry gaze. 'We're stranded, alone in a thunderstorm. The darkness is ours to embrace.'

His right hand dove in to cup one breast through her clothing, rubbing against the fabric and earning a strangled moan from the girl beneath him. Chrno urged on, squeezing his fingers over it and bringing his other hand in to play with the neglected one. She panted harshly between gasps of pleasure and laced her hands into his violet mane, speaking his name softly into the darkness. His tanned fingers played with her erect nipples beneath the cotton-coating, licking his lips as he began roughly pulling at the offending cloth that was barring his path to her soft skin.

The blonde girl sat up a little, allowing him better access to remove her outer garments, which he eagerly proceeded to do. The habit was quickly deposited to the floor along with her weapon belt and outer militia brace. Rosette felt her cheeks heat, her demure expression reflecting to him in a flash of light from the outside. All she was left in now were her white bloomers and camisole. He merely gazed at her nearly-naked form beneath him for a few brief moments, taking in every curve of her body as she proceeded to lift her hands to pull his suspenders down and untie the small ribbon at his collar.

His shirt was soon removed and thrown to the floor with the rest of the garments, and her camisole followed in mere seconds.

But she was cold no longer. That much was certain.

The demon's face descended to her exposed chest almost immediately after the barrier had been shed, licking hotly at the sensitive area and causing her to arch up to him with a cry. Rosette raked her hands over his dark skin, which was lightly freckled with a think film of sweat, her fingers sending chills down his spine from the action. He groaned and sucked at her nipple, causing her to shout out his name as he bit down with controlled pressure. She pulled her neck back with wild pants and he eagerly rose to the newly exposed area, planting wet kisses and rolling his tongue over the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She shivered in ecstasy and leaned her head into him as she began returning the gestures to his own bared upper body.

Hands worked endlessly against her breasts, stroking and pressing until one boldly lowered and found its way to her stomach, lingering there as he brought his lips crashing back against hers like a tidal wave. She clung to him, her tongue dancing erotically with his as he deepened the connection even further.

Forbidden.

What they were participating in was wrong on so many levels. They'd partaken of the forbidden fruit and eagerly savored each bite. Yet each drop left them thirsting for more.

And it couldn't have been sweeter.

Chrno sucked hungrily on her bottom lip before shifting back to capture her her azure eyes with his deep and lustful rubies. The hand upon her stomach continued its descent until his fingers brushed up against the frilly edge of her final remaining piece of clothing, fingers slipping underneath the elastic band to stroke the heated skin.

"Rosette," he whispered huskily. "I want you."

She pressed a hand against his trousers, eliciting a throaty groan from the demon, and she could feel his need for her, the full extent of his want. The young nun felt her lower body begin to heat up as his fingers snaked down to the area where her legs met.

"Let me have you," his voice insisted, darkened with deep desire.

The teen exorcist nodded and pressed her hand against his arousal once more, provoking him to lean forward and gasp her name out desperately. And her lower region started to ache, the heat increasing drastically when he dipped two fingers into her. She cried out from his action and gripped the sides of his shorts tightly, barely able to contain the near-convulsing her body was being shocked into.

Chrno eased his fingers out of her core and yanked her white bloomers off completely, abruptly discarding the last of his clothing immediately afterward.

They drank in each other's appearance, bared fully to each other for the first time. Her breathing was ragged and he spread her legs apart, gaining a whine from the young girl as sweat ran down her brow and she reached her arms up to grip around his neck. He positioned himself at her center, his blood-red eyes locked to her passion-filled blue ones.

Time stood still for a moment, the rain drops cascading over the vehicle as the two within prepared to engage in the most forbidden of acts. There was no fear in her eyes. Acceptance lined the glow of her sapphire orbs, mixed with lust and restlessness.

And then he could wait no longer.

The violet-haired demon dove in to place his canines upon the flesh of her neck, bitiing down upon her as he first thrust deeply into her, thus marking her as his in two seperate ways simultaneously.

Rosette cried out in pain when she felt something break and writhed beneath him, calling his name out over and over as her nails dug into the skin upon his upper back and neck. He licked at the small, thin trails of blood oozing gently from the punture in her neck, cleaning the stain from her skin and savoring the coppery taste in his mouth. Her lower body shook and he pulled out, moving to capture her newly-formed cries as they sprung from her throat, once again claiming her lips with his own. He rocked back into her and out again, groaning deeply against her mouth as she gasped with heated pleasure.

Chrno's pace soon quickened, the vehicle bouncing in time with their quick rhythm. Her shaking legs moved to clasp around his back, attempting to steady herself against him and panting feverishly against his moist mouth as he steadily pushed into her over and over again, swallowing each and every one of her shouts before they could leave her lips. Her inner walls gripped him tightly and he threw his head to the side, gasping and growling deeply in his throat as he moved to clamp his fangs down upon her neck once again. He sucked heavily on the skin there and increased the friction between them, driven nearly to madness by her moans and desperate cries.

The extent of the power in his movements finally drove her to her peak, and the young blonde wrapped her shaking thighs more securely around him as she screamed his name into the darkness, her fingers slick with his sweat as they stroked and gripped at every area of exposed flesh they could find. He groaned deeply, his breathing rate skyrocketing and cries mixing with hers as he too, reached his limit in one burst of white-hot ecstasy. Gripping her middle taughtly with his clawed fingers, he held her in place as he shouted her name in turn, provoking her to reach her hands from his back to the damp violet hair behind his neck and gently coaxing him downward.

Chrno fell against her, panting endlessly, his body still pressed tightly against hers, and clawed fingers remaining glued to her hips as he eased himself out of her. Using what little strength had not been exhausted in their devious act, he lifted his face to hers and kissed her softly, nipping just slightly at her bottom lip.

"My Rosette," he breathed deeply against the skin of her lips, nuzzling the blonde and encasing his arms fully around her form.

"Always," she assured him as she reached up to kiss his ear softly.

The downpour from overhead quieted and the two partners embraced in the pure darkness, her hands still woven into his his hair as her shallow breathing began to slow. Lying naked and over-exerted in the back of the old vehicle, they had bonded physically. Lighting had struck repeatedly as they had crashed against each other in sinful harmony. Demon and human had melded together with pleasure and desire unheard of.

Forbidden fruit truly was the most declicious.

And when the morning once again shed its light, Chrno would humbly pretend for her again. Let her beat on him and push him around, boss his actions, and do as she pleased before the watchful gaze of the Order.

But when their eyes would meet, a flash of red hellfire against blue water, she would be reminded of what lie beyond the facade. No one could take her from him now.

She belonged to him.

And no one but they would ever know.

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[...I did warn you about the darkness, right? I hope no one is deeply disturbed in any way. This was my very first try at a lemon, so please, please don't flame me into oblivion. I'm really sorry about anything that might not have seemed to work or fit right.

And I know they were quite OOC. Seemed more like they kind of switched roles from the norm, but I kind of enjoy writing Chrno's character that way. I get hints of it from the manga, so I just take it to a bit of a higher level...

Again, I hope no one was offended in any way. I love the characters as much as you all do.

Please review if you can spare the time, cause I'm really nervous about this. And thank you for reading.]