For Love of Reliability

Title: For Love of Reliabilty
Author: Rienna Hawkes
Summary: Jyou and Mimi had a hot liaison--for two weeks. Realizing her mistake in breaking things off, Mimi has come 2700 miles, into a quarantine, to try to convince him to take her back.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JyouXMimi
Feedback: Desired.
Characters: Jyou, Mimi and a range of minor original characters. Sorry.
Betas: None.
Author's Note: Yes, horribly, this is a continuation. Reading Something Missing will make things much clearer; however, I’m going to try to make this short fic stand on its own to a degree. If you’re curious as to the blow-by-blow of Jyou and Mimi’s breakup, it’s the beginning of chapter 6. For everyone who did read Something Missing, hi again; thanks for checking this out. I’ll try not to disappoint. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, nor any of the characters. I am not profiting monetarily or otherwise from this story.


Prologue: Anatomy Lesson

Three and a half weeks ago . . .

“Do you like Dr Pepper at all?” she called from the kitchen.

“No,” he answered, rearranging the books and papers on the coffee table so that everything was visible.

“Sorry, that’s what Sora likes, so that’s what we buy. Is water alright then, Jyou?”

“That’s fine.” Jyou was tired. He had just come from a final that, between studying and the extra shift he had pulled at the hospital, he had gotten no sleep for. Now he was sitting on Mimi’s sofa, trying to explain to her the finer points of the human reproductive system. His exhaustion would have persuaded him to tell anyone but her to ask someone else, but he had a soft spot for Mimi; he always caved at her pleas and smiles and she knew it. Not that he had told her about his lack of sleep. They had arranged this a few days ago. She had been having some trouble with her basic course in biology and had asked him for help. Rather than tell her his schedule was too full, that he had too much on his plate already, he’d agreed.

He’d had a crush on Mimi for a long time now—too long, perhaps. Liking someone for eight years couldn’t be healthy. It wasn’t an overwhelming or obsessive crush, by any means. He had liked other girls, dated other girls, but Mimi had always lingered in the back of his mind somewhere. He went through periods where he didn’t think of her at all, and periods where all he thought of was her. Usually the latter phases were brought on by her wearing something like what she was wearing today.

Mimi appeared in the doorway, holding two glasses of iced water. She was wearing knee-high, white, high-heeled boots, a layered, wispy-thin, green miniskirt, and a white tank top. If that wasn’t enough, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the material of the tank top was flimsy; he could distinctly make out the shape and color of her nipples. It was driving him crazy, but he tried to ignore it. Sadly, that wasn’t as hard as it should have been—really an injustice to the beauty of those breasts. But Jyou was a pragmatist and he had learned how to shut certain parts of his body down, at least for a short duration—especially with Mimi, of whom he had long accepted that his interest was not returned. His fatigue helped, too; it just took more energy than he had to be irrepressibly horny. Which, of course, was not to say he wasn’t semi-hard, just that he was still in complete control of his body and more often lost his train of thought because of his weariness than his dirty ideas.

Mimi sat next to him, scooting very close. This, he reasoned, was probably because the textbook was in front of him, as he had been glancing over the next section. They had just moved past the female reproductive anatomy and were on to the male.

“Basically,” he said, “just like we talked about with the female, this is just a matter of studying diagrams and memorizing the names. Read through the descriptions of each part a few times so you know what they are and what they do. For instance, this here is the seminal vesicle and the description says that it adds fluid to semen which nourishes sperm and provides protection from the natural acidity of the vagina.” He yawned and pulled his glasses off to massage the bridge of his nose. When he replaced them, he saw Mimi looking at him with a somewhat dismayed expression.

Immediately, Jyou ran over everything he’d just said in his head, checking for vocabulary and concepts she might not be familiar with. He slipped into the more advanced terminology sometimes when he was tired because it was what he was comfortable with. “Which part didn’t you understand?”

She was looking at him, not the textbook, but after a moment snapped her eyes to the pages. “Could you go over this part?” she asked, placing her hand on his thigh.

“Okay,” he sat forward, glancing over the passage. “It says that the penis contains erectile tissue that fills with blood during sexual arousal, causing the organ to stiffen. The penis consists of a shaft which supports the glans. The glans is richly supplied with nerve endings and is highly sensitive to stimulation. And see, here on the diagram, there’s the erectile tissue, and there’s the glans.”

Mimi gave a sigh that seemed to Jyou a little dramatic. “It’s all so confusing,” she said. “These diagrams are so two-dimensional. If only there was a . . . model or something that I could really touch—you know, get my hands on. Then I think I could get some of these terms in my mouth.”

He nodded. “I know what you mean. When I was first learning all the bones in the skeletal structure, it helped a lot to have a real skeleton. Sorry, I do have access to some models, you know, to study for tests, but I didn’t think to bring them. Maybe I could . . .” He trailed off because Mimi was looking at him like she could not believe what she was hearing.

Reaching over, she slammed the textbook shut. “Jyou, do you know why I invited you over today?”

Was this a trick question? “T-to help you with your biology. You said you were having trouble.”

“Jyou, my class isn’t even studying the reproductive system right now—we’re doing glycolysis.”

“Oh,” he said, reaching for the textbook again. “That’s not really my area of study, but I still think I can help you. What page is it on?”

Mimi’s hand covered his, preventing him from opening the book. Suddenly, things began to click into place in Jyou’s head. All at once, he was very aware of her hand on his thigh, her breast pressed into his shoulder, what she had said about getting her hands on a penis and parts of it in her mouth. He gulped, not truly daring to believe it meant what he wanted it to mean. After all, he had liked Mimi for a long time and she’d never shown any interest in him. The thought of her seducing him was so foreign, so absurd, it had taken several blatant advances for the idea to even occur to him. Through his fatigue, through his disbelief, he felt himself growing hard—fast.

He slowly turned his head towards her. Her eyes were suggestive and her expression pending, hoping he had finally caught on to her obvious hints. Her hand trailed further up his thigh, caressing just short of his growing erection.

“Mimi . . . ?” he didn’t finish but the hope in his voice asked the question for him.

She smiled seductively and leaned forward, closing her eyes.

His heart-rate hammering into overdrive, Jyou bent toward her in turn, and, for the first time outside of his dreams and perverted fantasies, he kissed Mimi. It was plain from the eagerness in how she met his lips and teasing way she incorporated her tongue, that she was after a sexually charged, pent-up lust sort of response, but he couldn’t help it; his kiss contained reverence, tenderness, and adoration. He had simply worshiped her for too long, wanted her for too long, always thought she saw him only as a fellow Digidestined--someone she would never have anything to do with if it weren’t for destiny lumping them together when they were kids. The moment was excessively important to him, monumental even—and he wasn’t sure yet if it was even real. It went against everything in his being to rush, to grab, to rut.

Yet Mimi was doing everything in her power to change that. She pressed her breasts into his chest, throwing a leg across his lap to straddle his hips. The sides of her thighs pressed into his, but her pelvis hovered over his erection, ensuring obsessed anticipation. Her hands rubbed his chest, paying particular attention to his hardening nipples. One hand trailed up to finger his collar.

Jyou was losing whole seconds to shock, consciousness resurfacing periodically, allowing him to assess the situation, then relapse again when he felt that Mimi had unbuttoned his shirt down to his navel and was twiddling with his belt. It was like drowning—fighting in and out of the water.

His rational mind told him that this could not be happening. Of course, where Mimi was concerned, his rational mind had always been worth shit. He surrendered to it, to her, and, remarkably, once he stopped thinking, he was able to stay focused on what she was doing to him.

“Jyou,” she gasped. “Thank God.”

“What?” his voice broke raggedly.

“Finally,” she breathed against his cheeks between fevered kisses, “finally.”

Her words brought a desperate surge of blood to the already straining bulge in his pants. Jyou began to panic; this was Mimi, this was his ultimate fantasy scenario (give or take a nurse’s outfit), and he was beginning to doubt his ability to hold on. The thought of the humiliation that would ensue if he shot off in his pants rather than in his dream girl was the only thing that pulled him back from the brink.

Suddenly, forcefully, she pushed him into a half-reclined position, propped against the armrest.

“Mimi . . . ?”

Her hot mouth moved to the frantic pulse at his throat and she flicked it with her tongue. “I want to taste you.” She parted his shirt and pushed it and his blazer off his shoulders. Immediately, her lips stirred to hungrily caress his sensitive nipple.

Jyou gave jagged gasp and closed his eyes in pleasure. Mimi, after kissing his other nipple, continued her descent down his body. Jyou’s hands clenched the sides of the sofa as her wet tongue dipped into his bellybutton. She continued tasting, massaging, trailing, and biting his trembling lower stomach while her hands eased his trousers down to his ankles and off his legs. Gulping, Jyou realized that, in the midst of her distractingly carnal ministrations, Mimi had managed to completely undress him but for his watch and his socks.

She lifted her head from his abdomen to look at him, brushing her pink hair from her face, and she smiled. Tracing with her finger where her mouth had been seconds ago, she said, “I think now I could get all this down now—it’ll help in a month when my class actually is doing the reproductive system.”

“T-that would be a good idea,” Jyou’s voice was shaky with lust and nerves, but he had enough sagacity to play along. “It’s a lot of terms to learn. Y-you should study.”

She inclined her head. “You’re right.”

With a playful and mischievous smile, she lowered her head to his ripe penis. Jyou had to resist the urge to give away his lack of finesse and jerk his hips to meet her mouth. He wasn’t a virgin, but he was damn close—and there was only one blow-job experience on his resume.

Her tongue snaked out to draw a line from the base of his cock to just before the tip. “This is the shaft, right? And it contains three columns of erectile tissue, two corpora cavernosa and a corpus spongiosum.”

Good God, she was actually going to recite the terms. In his limited knowledge, he didn’t know if that qualified as kinky or crazy.

Mimi seductively trailed the tips of her fingers over the head of his jutting appendage. Lifting her head, she said, “Isn’t this that glans we talked about?”

He nodded slowly, shuddering as she dragged a finger across the sensitive skin.

As she lowered her head again, she orated, “The corpus spongiosum blooms over the top of the penis and becomes the glans, which is covered, in your case, being uncircumcised as you are, with the prepuce, a fold of skin which some cultures remove for hygienic and religious reasons.”

She was taunting him; he could see it in her face. She wanted him to tell her to shut up and blow him, but he was speechless.

With a bit of a pout, she stretched her tongue to circle the tip of his member copiously. She took it into her hot mouth and gave a hard suck, causing him to cry out. For a moment she seemed to lose interest in her game, becoming fully focused on the sucking and licking of his swollen dick—almost as though she were playing with a new toy, her eyes closed in bliss.

Jyou didn’t think he could hold on much longer. The dual stimuli of feeling what Mimi was doing to him and watching her face as she did it, was killing him. Just when he was beginning to lose his hold on his last thread of control, Mimi pulled up.

“This here is the external urethra opening,” she panted, tonguing the slit at the top.

Mimi looked at him, daring him to beg or order that she go back to what she had been doing. He was too dazed to take the bait.

She gave a face and gasp of mock recollection. “Oh, of course. I can’t forget the twins.”

Jyou froze; she couldn’t mean . . . He groaned loudly at the first touch of her tongue on his balls. She cradled the left while she tenderly, wetly kissed the right. This was certainly something he’d never had done to him before. The skin was so sensitive, it felt so good; he couldn’t stop whispering Mimi’s name. It was nothing though, compared to the shock of pleasure when she took a knuckle of a finger and pressed it into a stretch of skin between his ball sack and his anus.

“What the hell was that?” he demanded.

“Why, Jyou, that was just your prostate. I’m shocked; maybe you should study, too.”

He gaped at her. Was she serious?

“The testicles,” she emphasized by cupping them lovingly, “make the sperm. They’re covered with a thin skin called the scrotum,” she stroked a sack as she spoke. “From the testes, the sperm will travel up through the epididymus, which stores them through the last stages of their development. When ejaculation becomes imminent—now, pay attention Jyou because this is going to happen in just a few minutes—the sperm leave the epididymus and travel through a duct called the vas deferens; it swings by the seminal vesicle and the prostate gland to pick up fluids which protect and nourish the sperm. Then the vas deferentia deliver the finished product to the urethra, where muscle contractions expel it from the penis.”

Jyou stared at her for a long moment. “Mimi, are you sure you’re having trouble with biology?”

She smiled. “Actually, I stayed up late last night memorizing that.” She gave his stomach a quick kiss. “Now, Jyou, you may have the endless restraint of a monk, but I’m dying. This was fun, but can’t you just fuck me now?”

His cock made an involuntary twitch at her words, and he sat up to kiss her.

After a moment, she pulled away to speak. “You know, Jyou, you are allowed to touch me.”

He blushed, realizing that he had barely laid a hand on her all afternoon. Then he raised his shaking hands to lift the hem of her tank-top. He swallowed as he touched the fabric, which seemed erotic in and of itself to him. He was at the edge of his restraint again and he knew it. When the top passed over her head and her perfect breasts were finally visible to his eyes, he lost it. He fell on her like a neurotic, reticent beast, pushing her into the sofa beneath him.

“Mimi,” he gasped, licking, kissing, and sucking her breasts, “beautiful, beautiful Mimi.”

“Jyou,” Mimi leaned forward, “I’m not wearing panties.” Then his most cherished fantasy came true as he felt her spread her legs below him, and grasping gently his stiff member, guided it to her opening.

Jyou spent a moment in shock, absolutely frozen.

Fortunately, Mimi again misinterpreted his nervousness, inexperience and stunned ineptitude as calculated teasing. “Please Jyou,” she begged frantically, “please put it in.”

He gathered enough presence of mind to grant her wish—then everything but the pleasure her tight, dripping pussy was giving him was crushed from his consciousness. One thrust became two, three, four . . . . It was all he could focus on, her inner muscles clenching him, her whimpers of pleasure vaguely reaching his thoughts.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling their bodies closer; he felt her nails biting into his shoulders. Jyou’s face fell forward into her neck. “God . . . Mimi,” he groaned.

Then he felt her stiffen, and heard a choked and harsh noise of bliss in his ear, her tunnel in spasm. It was the last straw. He pushed himself completely in her and held on as he went into the most intense release of his life.

In the afterglow and the sweat, his brain was still having trouble with the idea that he had just fucked Mimi. However, other, less cerebral parts of his body were simply content. He couldn’t stop smiling.

Mimi unhooked her ankles from behind his back and pulled herself from beneath him enough to reach for her drink. “Do you want yours?” she asked.

He shook his head, face still buried in her hair. It snapped up reflexively, however, when the phone rang.

Mimi looked at the caller id and sighed. “I’m just going to let it ring. It’s that hag who’s organizing those bake sales I signed up to help with. She won’t stop calling.”

Jyou smiled, then stiffened. Oh, holy shit.

“What is it?” Mimi asked.

In the midst of the greatest sex of his young, sad life, Jyou had forgotten what he had signed up for: six months of treating the Ebola epidemic in Cambodia. It was dangerous, it was a quarantine—once he went in, he wouldn’t be able to come out again until the problem was under control. He hadn’t been thinking of anything except that he wanted to help. How was he to know the girl he had been obsessed with since he was twelve would choose this moment to seduce him? Six months in a deathtrap, away from her. Good God, what had he done.