Index Librorum Prohibitorum | A Certain Magical Index

The soft glow of the setting sun cast long, golden shadows across Touma's small apartment. It was a rare evening of quiet, the usual cacophony of Academy City's magical and scientific skirmishes momentarily hushed. Index, her white hair a stark contrast to the worn denim of her shorts and the slightly too-large t-shirt she wore, was perched on the edge of his bed, a half-eaten plate of curry balanced precariously on her lap. Her blue eyes, wide and innocent, watched him with an intensity that always made his heart skip a beat. He’d spent the day trying to ignore the simmering heat that had been building within him, a sensation he usually attributed to the constant stress of his life, but tonight, it felt… different. It felt directed, focused, and undeniably towards her.

He sat beside her, the worn springs of the bed groaning softly beneath their combined weight. Index, with a sigh of contentment, leaned her head against his shoulder, the scent of her hair, a faint, sweet aroma that always reminded him of sunshine and something indefinably pure, filled his senses. “Touma,” she murmured, her voice soft and melodic, “you seem quiet tonight. Are you worried about something? Another crazy magician wanting to steal a book?”

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “Just… thinking, Index. Thinking about how lucky I am.” The admission surprised even himself. He wasn’t one for grand pronouncements, especially not about his feelings, but the truth of it settled deep within him. Index, this adorable, insatiable girl who devoured books and a ridiculous amount of food, was his, and he was hers. The thought, so simple, yet so profound, sent a jolt of warmth through him. Her tiny frame shifted, and her hand, soft and surprisingly strong, reached out to grasp his, her fingers lacing with his own.

“Lucky?” she echoed, tilting her head to look up at him, her gaze unwavering. “Why lucky?” The question was innocent, but the way her thumb brushed against the back of his hand sent a ripple of awareness through him. He could feel the delicate bones beneath her skin, the smooth texture of her palm. His own hand, calloused from countless battles, felt clumsy and rough in comparison, yet she held it so easily, so naturally. He tightened his grip slightly, a silent reassurance.

“Because,” he began, his voice growing a little rough, “I have you. And you… you make everything better. Even the crazy stuff.” He felt a blush creep up his neck, a familiar sign of his own internal turmoil. Index, however, just beamed, her smile radiating a warmth that chased away any lingering shadows of doubt. “You’re the best, Touma!” she declared, her voice filled with genuine affection. She squeezed his hand, and then, with a sudden, impulsive movement, she leaned in and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his cheek. Her lips were surprisingly soft, and the fleeting contact sent a tremor through him, a sensation that lingered long after she’d pulled away.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. The innocence of her gesture was so endearing, and yet, it ignited a different kind of fire within him. He found himself watching the way her white hair cascaded over her shoulders, the way her innocent blue eyes sparkled, the way her small, perfectly formed lips curved into a smile. He had always seen her as… well, as Index. A friend, a companion, a girl he needed to protect. But tonight, the lines were blurring. The romantic tension, a subtle undercurrent in their lives, was now surging to the surface, a tidal wave he could no longer ignore. He found himself tracing the outline of her jaw with his gaze, his mind wandering to places it had rarely dared to go before.

Index, sensing a shift in his mood, her innate sensitivity picking up on the subtle changes in his breathing and the tension in his posture, tilted her head again. “Touma? Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice laced with a touch of concern. He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “No, Index. Nothing’s wrong. In fact… I think things might be about to get a lot more interesting.” The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken promise. He could see the curiosity in her eyes, a dawning awareness that mirrored his own escalating desires.

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of her white hair from her face. Her skin was incredibly soft, almost impossibly so. As his fingers lingered, tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbone, he felt a tremor run through her, a subtle reaction that told him she was feeling it too. The air in the room seemed to thicken, becoming heavy with anticipation. He leaned closer, his gaze dropping to her lips. They were a delicate pink, slightly parted, as if waiting for something. The curry plate, forgotten, slid from her lap to the bed with a soft thump, but neither of them noticed.

“Index,” he whispered, his voice a low, husky murmur. He could feel her breath hitch as he moved closer, the distance between them shrinking with agonizing slowness. Her blue eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the shift, the unspoken invitation. When they opened again, they were filled with a mixture of innocence and a burgeoning, almost shy, desire. He could see the slight flush that bloomed on her cheeks, the faint tremor in her lower lip. He knew, in that moment, that the unspoken had just become a tangible force between them. He leaned in further, his breath mingling with hers, the anticipation a sweet, agonizing ache in his chest. Her small hands, still clasped with his, tightened their grip, her knuckles turning white.

He finally closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was tentative at first, then deepened with a rush of pent-up emotion. Her lips were soft and yielding, her response surprisingly eager. He tasted the faint sweetness of curry and something uniquely her, a scent that was both comforting and incredibly arousing. He felt her arms tentatively wrap around his neck, her small body pressing closer. The innocence of her embrace was quickly replaced by a growing passion, her fingers tangling in his hair. He broke the kiss, his chest heaving, his gaze locked on hers. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her eyes shining with an emotion he hadn't seen before, a raw, uninhibited desire.

“Touma…” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes wide with wonder and something else… a dawning realization of the power they held over each other. He gently pulled her t-shirt up, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin of her stomach. She shivered, a delicate tremor that ran through her entire body. He watched, captivated, as the fabric slid up, revealing the delicate curve of her waist and the hint of lace peeking out from beneath her shorts. Her panties, he noticed, were a delicate white, trimmed with tiny bows, the sight sending a fresh wave of heat through him. He couldn’t help but smile, the contrast between her outward innocence and the burgeoning passion within her both endearing and incredibly exciting.

He continued to pull the t-shirt up, his eyes never leaving hers, seeking her silent permission with every inch of fabric he revealed. She gave a tiny nod, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The t-shirt eventually cleared her head, and she sat there, clad only in her white panties and the soft glow of the setting sun. Her skin seemed to glow, radiating a warmth that matched the blush that had spread across her entire body. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, then lower, to the swell of her breasts. She let out a soft moan, her head tilting back as he gently cupped her. He could feel the rapid thumping of her heart against his palm, a clear indication of her excitement. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck, then her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Index,” he whispered, the words rough with emotion. Her body arched into his touch, a clear signal of her desire.

He couldn’t wait any longer. His hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the soft, warm skin of her inner thighs. She squirmed slightly, her legs parting unconsciously as his touch grew bolder. He gently slid his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her white panties, his touch sending a wave of shivers through her. She moaned again, a little louder this time, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair. He slowly, deliberately, slid his fingers down, his touch tracing the delicate curves of her vulva. Her pussy was incredibly soft, warm, and wet, glistening under his touch. He could feel the tremors that ran through her as he explored, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. He watched her, mesmerized by her reactions, the way her body responded so eagerly to his touch. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of pure pleasure.

He leaned in, his mouth finding hers again, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as his fingers continued their exploration. He could feel her trembling against him, her body arching and writhing. He slowly peeled down her panties, the delicate white fabric sliding down her legs, revealing her bare, beautiful form. Her pussy was a perfect, rose-pink bud, slick with anticipation. He lowered his head, his tongue tracing the delicate folds, his senses overwhelmed by the sweet, intoxicating scent. She cried out, a strangled gasp of pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He continued, his tongue teasing and caressing, until he felt her body begin to convulse, a series of intense waves of pleasure washing over her. He held her through it, his mouth never leaving her, until the last tremors subsided.

She lay against him, breathless and trembling, her eyes still closed. He gently stroked her hair, his heart overflowing with tenderness. After a moment, she opened her eyes, looking up at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated bliss. “Touma…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. He smiled, his own arousal a hot, insistent thrum beneath his skin. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was here, sharing this intimate moment with Index. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, a softer, more tender kiss this time. He then gently pulled her onto her back, positioning himself over her. Her white panties, now discarded, lay in a small heap beside the bed, a testament to their shared passion.

He watched as her gaze flickered downwards, her eyes widening slightly as she took in his arousal. A blush returned to her cheeks, but this time it was mixed with a bold, defiant curiosity. She reached out, her small hand tentatively touching the tip of his penis. He gasped, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. Her touch was innocent, yet incredibly arousing. He guided her hand, showing her how to stroke him, and she responded with a surprising aptitude, her small fingers moving with an increasing confidence. He watched her, his own pleasure building with every stroke. He could see the concentration on her face, the way her brow furrowed slightly as she focused on the task. Her pussy was still wet and glistening, and the thought of burying himself within her sent a wave of desperate longing through him. He gently pushed her panties further down her legs, then pulled them off entirely. Her legs parted instinctively, inviting him in. He was struck again by the delicate beauty of her, her white skin and innocent face, now flushed with passion.

He entered her slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed again as she adjusted to his presence. Her pussy felt incredibly tight, a perfect fit for him. He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first, then picking up speed. He could feel her body clenching around him, her nails digging into his back. She let out soft moans and cries, her voice a sweet melody that fueled his desire. He watched her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face, her trembling body. He whispered words of encouragement and praise, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. He could see the pleasure building in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated. He pushed harder, faster, their bodies moving in a frantic rhythm. He felt her climax approaching, her moans growing louder, her body arching into his. He held her close, whispering her name, as she cried out, her body convulsing around him. He felt his own release coming, a powerful surge of pleasure that sent him spiraling into oblivion. He grunted, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, their shared climax a testament to their deep, passionate connection. They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal. He gently kissed her forehead, his heart full of a love and tenderness he had never known before. He had stepped into a new realm of intimacy with Index, a realm of shared passion and deep emotional connection, and he knew, with absolute certainty, that this was just the beginning.

As they lay together, the remnants of their passionate encounter clinging to them like a sweet perfume, Touma couldn't help but marvel at the turn of events. Index, the girl he had sworn to protect, had revealed a depth of passion and desire that had taken him by surprise and utterly captivated him. He gently stroked her white hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands. Her breathing had evened out, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips every now and then. He watched her, a tender smile on his face. The setting sun had finally dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a soft, intimate twilight. He knew that their lives would likely continue to be filled with danger and chaos, but in this moment, in the quiet embrace of his apartment, all that mattered was them. He felt a deep sense of peace, a profound connection that went beyond mere physical intimacy. He had explored her body, her desires, and in doing so, he felt he had explored a new facet of his own heart.

Index stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at him, a soft, sleepy smile gracing her lips. “Touma,” she murmured, her voice still husky from their lovemaking. She reached up, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. “That was… amazing.” The simple words, spoken with such genuine sincerity, warmed him from the inside out. He leaned down and kissed her, a slow, lingering kiss that spoke volumes of their shared experience. “It was,” he agreed, his voice rough with emotion. “You were… incredible, Index.” He watched as a faint blush returned to her cheeks, a shy smile playing on her lips. He knew that this was not the end of their story, but rather a beautiful, passionate beginning. The romantic tension that had simmered between them for so long had finally ignited, and in its warmth, they had found a deeper connection, a profound understanding that transcended words. He held her close, the scent of her skin, the soft feel of her breath against his chest, a comforting presence in the deepening darkness. The adventure of Academy City would undoubtedly continue, but tonight, in the sanctuary of his arms, they had found their own private paradise.