The light is not grey when I wake up, but brighter. For a moment, I can’t remember where I am.
I’ve woken up here before, in this room. Long ago. By the side of this man, but, at the time, I had lost him.
Hajime lays next to me, still sleeping. We’re still holding hands, from how we fell asleep the night before.
I look around. Eiji-san keeps this place neat, tidy… Hajime’s sword leans against the wall, by the door.
I scoot over enough to get some water, and I use the handkerchief he gave me the other day. Kissing his eyelids, softly, gently, like a butterfly, I then go to work, in the light of the morning, removing the last traces of the night before, mostly around his hairline, down his neck. Then I take his hand, remove the bandage from last night, and wash the wound there. It’s not too deep, but I’ll need to keep it clean. I wrap it with a clean cloth, and kiss it.
I wonder if there’s a private bath here. I’d like to immerse him entirely, to purge it all from last night, not just the makeup… of course, I’m worse for wear. My kimono has one sleeve ripped to make bandages, the other marred with cosmetics and blood. Ah well, it was a simple summer kimono. I got out of there with who I came to get; clothes don’t matter.
It’s the morning already and I can feel her wiping my face and neck with something cool. I keep my eyes closed for a while since they feel heavy still but she’s real, not like last night where I thought it was some shadow.
She goes to work on my hand and it doesn’t sting, in fact even last night it didn’t hurt at all. Odd… But I like that she’s re-wrapping my hand.
It’s time I should open my eyes, see the woman who retrieved me last night, where I had let myself be trumped by him. But in the end she won it for me, no for -us-.
I groan a little as I clear my throat, finding my voice. I wasn’t sure where it went last night but…
“Thank you.” I reach out and touch her face, now lit by the morning sun. I would reprimand her for going out at night, tell her how dangerous it was and why the hell was she doing with the Battousai… But even I must admit, I was glad to see her. I’m sure I would’ve gotten what we needed, peace for just a little while had she not come but it would’ve taken too much from me had she not intervened in the end.
I sit up and scan the room. As usual this machiya is bare. There’s only water, a pot… Not even tea, much less food. I look at her, in her now ruined kimono… At least my clothes seems to have dried.
“I should get us something.” I tell her. “Wait a little?”
This is a machiya after all and I know the owner, though I’ve not seen him for months. But him and his family is used to my comings and goings. I did let him know that Eiji will be living here for an indefinite amount of time.
He wakes. Slowly, so slowly. As if coming in from another place. As if the night before still has tethers on him. First, eyes. Golden amber, of sunsets and sunrises. Then, his voice, slowly, as if it’s not been used in a hundred years.
Thank you.
I rub my cheek against his hand. It’s warm, it feels like him… and I feel some of the tension that clung to me release, and I smile, looking down at him. “Of course,” I say, and turn to kiss his palm. I told him last night I’d drag him out of hell. Long ago, Shanghai. Is the Kamiya dojo that much different?
I should get us something. Wait a little?
I nod “that would be wonderful, thank you.” I get up to start putting the futon away. The sheets… perhaps I should take those home and wash them? Is there even a spare set here?
The room is simple, bare… austere. Was it like this, the last night I stayed here? It feels… lonely. It’s a place to sleep, to exist. For a life in holding. I knew why Hajime was here. How long as Eiji-san been here, waiting?
Eiji-san… he said he was going to the house last night. I wonder what story he told – first, to the children, and then, later, to Yukiko-san? He cares deeply for Hajime, what did last night do to him?
Well, I’ve been here another time more recently, but I wasn’t paying attention to the décor, except being thankful that the wall had been finished with smooth surface.
She starts cleaning up and seem to be looking for a spare set to replace the ones we just used. “There’s a small closet by the corner. There should be a spare there.”
I go out to the street. It’s a good thing it’s Saturday and not a Sunday, the store in front is open. I speak to the proprietor who seems surprised to see me. I simply tell him I’m visiting and would like to get some food.
He asks me if eggs are fine and I tell him yes but that I’d like a box of tea, the good kind.
“One more thing, can you sell me a kimono? A simple one – preferably new.”
“I’m not sure if we have one but I’ll ask my wife.”
“It’s for my wife. She unexpectedly ripped the sleeves of her kimono.”
“Ah then I’ll definitely try to find something, we have all kinds of things stored in our storeroom. Excesses.”
“Thank you. I’m in your debt.”
“One of us will bring your wife a change of clothes.”
I bow my head respectfully. This is a man who never prys back then and now but him being a merchant of various things has come in handy. I return to the back where Hide is waiting.
“Eggs and a box of tea.” I smile at her. “I’ll leave it to you to make the tea palatable.”
I can’t help but stare at her but I catch myself and go fix the small table so we can have some breakfast, while we wait. I cherish the quiet morning. I know the house is in good hands with that son of mine. Reliable and level-headed. I don’t remember much of what happened last night except for the beginning and then towards the end when Hide came.
It’s then that I remembered… “Did you get your tanto back?”
(OOC: Oops i completely forgot i don’t get an email if I don’t own the thread. heh…)
There’s a small closet by the corner. There should be a spare there.
I smile at him, it’s like he knows how I have things tidy. I finish putting up the futon and making the room neat while Hajime is away. There’s not much to clean, so I sit back down by the small table – the little one is awake and ready to make itself known.
Hajime returns with eggs and tea, and I smile – he shopped exactly to my needs. “I’ll see what I can do with the tea,” I look at the label, and open the tin, taking a whiff. “Lucky you, it’s not one that’s too grassy.” I go to the small area that acts as a kitchen – the sort where only one thing can be warmed at one time – and prepare the tea.
I look around the cabinet. “Mmm… this is a bachelor’s place – only one teacup. But we can make do and share?” I can’t help but notice that he stares at me, he still seems a little dazes, despite a nights heavy sleep.”
I bring the tea to the table and sit down next to him. I’m glad for the food – I ran out before dinner last night and it’s been a long time since lunch -yesterday-. It’s no wonder the little one is cranky! I take a long sip of the tea and set the single cup in front of him with a smile. “It’s not coffee, but it’s a good tea, thank you.”
Did you get your tanto back?
I feel to my obi, and pull out only the sheathe. “I don’t remember what happened after the Battosai plucked it out of thin air.” One of my treasures… but it was needed last night.
“Lucky you, it’s not one that’s too grassy.”
“Mmm.” I nod and sit at the table overlooking the garden. She prepares the tea and tells me there’s only one cup.
“Mmm… this is a bachelor’s place – only one teacup. But we can make do and share?”
I nod as she sits down beside me. I wait until she’s able to take a sip of the tea before taking a chopstick and offering her the first bite of the tamago.
“Eat up.” I say softly. “How are you two doing?”
She pulls out the empty sheathe and seems to be sad about it.
“I can go back there and try to retrieve it before I leave.” I tell her. It’s important to her wasn’t it. I haven’t thought about that particular event for such a long time, the night when she tried to leave using that tanto. I confiscated it back then, but then gave it back only recently.
Reaching out to the teacup I take my share of tea. Not bad. “It’s almost like water.”
I take the egg from the chopsticks as he offers it. It doesn’t hold a candle to the ones he usually brings me, but these fill up the empty place in my stomach.
How are you two doing?
I take his hand and place it on my stomach. “Feel that? That’s your child, having a dance or something, early this morning.” I smile up at him. “And I’m fine. But you…” I look into his eyes. “How are you? Your hand is better, but the rest of you?” I reach up and touch the side of his face. Remembering how blank his eyes looked.
I can go back there and try to retrieve it before I leave.
“Or I can reach out to Himura Kaoru-san and have her and the boy over again. Get it from her,” I sigh. I’d rather not have him back there again, until I’ve heard that their guest is long gone. “I’m sorry that he’s in possession of something of mine.” It’s just like before, isn’t it? But of course, I wasn’t trying to hit the Battosai…
“But you’re leaving?”
It’s almost like water.
I grin softly. “Then it must not be too grassy, then?”
“Feel that? That’s your child, having a dance or something, early this morning.”
She takes my hand and guides it to our child and I smile as it moves and lets itself be known.
“How are you? Your hand is better, but the rest of you?”
She touches my face and I kiss the palm of her hand. “I’m not sure yet.” I tell her truthfully, “I’m trying to remember what happened after I put the kimono on.”
“Or I can reach out to Himura Kaoru-san and have her and the boy over again. Get it from her,”
“I suppose I’m not in a hurry to get back there. And I don’t mind you speaking with the tanuki on some occasions.”
“I’m sorry that he’s in possession of something of mine.”
“Why are you sorry?” I turn back to the tea, “I’d get it back for you…” Just like I tried with Tokio back then but was I successful? “But I’d likely fail getting it back.” I shrug.
“But you’re leaving?”
I’m quiet for a long moment. Considering what I should say. Shindou thought it was a bad idea not to let her know and certainly last night was just a taste. There’s more isn’t there? But we already did our best…
“Hide I was thinking of going to Aizu before the child comes.” I sigh, “Tokio wants me to visit and after speaking with Tamesaburo… I told him I’d settle the matter of our children’s house or just like you, they can be under his protection.”
The truth was, after tonight I’m no longer sure if it’s a good idea. I want to have this child without problems. The behemoth is temporarily settled and is capricious but as for Tokio? One of us is of course a monster.
I’m not sure yet. I’m trying to remember what happened after I put the kimono on.
“You were -” I pause, “well, do you want to know?” I look at him, and, thinking about it, get into his lap. “I will tell you what I saw…” I brush back his bangs. “You didn’t even seem to know me, when I arrived.”
Why are you sorry? I’d get it back for you… But I’d likely fail getting it back.
I smile a little. “You know, the entire way to the dojo, all I could consider was the last time the Battosai had a women’s items in his possession… and there I was, off to get involved in your business. I had long swore never to set foot in that dojo. But…” I look up at him. “I’m glad I came. Because it wasn’t only -your- business, was it?”
“And I don’t think you’d fail.” I kiss his lips, soft and gentle, a mere brushing… “but I’m the one, throwing it about, I should have some part in getting it back – I certainly didn’t hand it over, after all.” While I’m over her looks and education, I still can’t help but… compare, sometimes.
Hide I was thinking of going to Aizu before the child comes. Tokio wants me to visit and after speaking with Tamesaburo… I told him I’d settle the matter of our children’s house or just like you, they can be under his protection.
“Tamesaburou promised me… that he’s not going to press it, that you had promised to find your solution, and that he… trusts you, because you impressed Otou-san all those years ago, and that he finds you to still be the same man. He finally told me the story of the night that you came by, before rescuing Kondou-san’s head… it provided him with such comfort… you know, he died two weeks later.” I smile, a little, softly, and my hand cradles my stomach, where perhaps his namesake is, and gleefully bumping against my -ribs- now. “My father’s opinions go a long way with Tamesaburou.”
“But selfishly… I want you near. We have what, two weeks? Three?” I look up at him. “I want that business settled, -yes-, and our children – and me! – to have your name, but… I don’t want to risk having you a day away, should the time come. After all, the little one only listens to -you-.” And… I want to make sure he is -whole- before going into that battle.
“well, do you want to know?”“I will tell you what I saw…”
I’m curious, yes… But I can already guess at it. I do wonder though why whenever things like this happens, that things get cloudy. Is it some form of sickness? Trauma like the others? Or a form of reprieve? “It’s better I do not.”
and there I was, off to get involved in your business. I had long swore never to set foot in that dojo. But…”“I’m glad I came. Because it wasn’t only -your- business, was it?”
“I’m glad you came.” I wrap my arms around her that’s now on my lap. “But it was -my- business. -You- are my business… Even if you think it’s -our- business.”
“And I don’t think you’d fail.” but I’m the one, throwing it about, I should have some part in getting it back
She kisses me so softly. And i’m not inclined to argue if she wants an active part of being involved. “Fine, now that I know you can at least handle throwing a weapon and not melt into a puddle instead… I suppose somewhere in there is a Hidejiro that you’ve been hiding.”
She tells me about Tamesaburou, about him not pressing it. But even if he did not, it reminded me that things cannot stay as they are. I don’t want her under his house nor my children, even if it is a splendid house – an Elder village leaders house.
He finally told me the story of the night that you came by, before rescuing Kondou-san’s head… it provided him with such comfort…
“But it wasn’t just him.” I think back to those days, “Each one of us was trying our best, to settle the matter of Kondou-san’s death… as a way of coping.”
“But selfishly… I want you near. We have what, two weeks? Three?” I
“Two weeks.” I remind her, “Unless this one, who won’t stop moving decides to come later next week.”
I am looking forward to this child. Very much. The truth is I know the meeting with Tokio is not what it seems. There is something she wants and I don’t want to come back to Hide with anything to hide or be troubled when I should be rejoicing our child.
“I want that business settled, -yes-, and our children – and me! – to have your name, but… I don’t want to risk having you a day away, should the time come
“Then I’m staying – at least until this one comes.” I take her hand and kiss the top of it.
*cough* “Now that, that’s settled…”
I turn around and see Marohu-san by the genkan. Slowly I slide Hide off my lap.
“We found this summer kimono for your wife Yamaguchi-san. It’s clean though it’s been in a box for a while.”
I smile at him. “Thank you Marohu-san.” I show it to Hide. “I hope this will do?
(OOC. It is a simple light blue kimono with a pink obi)
It’s better I do not.
“Alright,” I say, glad he has the gift of forgetting. “But… should you hear something – as Eiji-san and Yahiko-san were witnesses as well… I’ll tell you what I know.”
I’m glad you came. But it was -my- business. -You- are my business… Even if you think it’s -our- business.
I lay my head on his shoulder, glad that he smells like himself, that that horrible man didn’t drench him with scent as part of his sick game. “And you’re my business, too. I don’t know if you heard me last night – but if protecting Japan is your job, then mine is taking care of you is mine.” I smile over at him. “Even if sometimes it goes beyond cooking,”
Fine, now that I know you can at least handle throwing a weapon and not melt into a puddle instead… I suppose somewhere in there is a Hidejiro that you’ve been hiding.
“Hidejiro started that training… it was one Souji came up with, for us “small” ones – I was not the shortest, remember? But he refused to train me once I was Hide again, but Todou-san helped me with my aim, later on, before he left.” I think back. “But I’ll do what I can, to protect those I love. I’ve not tried that in -years-…” I still wonder if it would have connected, had the Battosai not interfered. However, he’s right – it’s good that I was able to act when needed. Better than the powder I threw at the attacker in Ito…
He speaks of Kondou-san’s death, how they all had to deal with it. I wondered, then, about Hijikata-san the most…
Unless this one, who won’t stop moving decides to come the later next week.
“You know they say that a baby, at this point, gains a half-pound a week? I think this one is doing two or three,” I laugh. “So either it’s going to be longer than Makoto was, or one will all sorts of rolls of fat,” He tells me he’s staying, and I’m relieved. After all, the last time was rough. I’m in a different state of mind now, but I still… want to share this with him. This long-awaited child.
Then there’s a discreet cough, and we’re interrupted. An older man, offering a kimono. I beam as he refers to me as Hajime’s wife, and at his thoughtfulness, and how I couldn’t go home with one sleeve torn, and the other stained. “This is perfect. Breakfast and a new kimono? You do take good care of me.” I thank the other man – is he the owner of this machiya? – and wait for him to be gone before closing the shoji doors. I’ve had enough to eat, and don’t want to overdo it on an empty stomach.
It’s simple but ample enough for my shape now – and, despite the man’s warning, perfectly clean. I remove the ruined kimono and start to re-arrange my underthings, in a bit of a tussle after having slept in them and last night’s activity. My breasts ache so lately that I’m having to lightly bind them to have relief.
“And you’re my business, too. I don’t know if you heard me last night – but if protecting Japan is your job, then mine is taking care of you is mine.”
“You know I never heard a woman say that to me?” I tease a little. I was glad to have heard it, even if the behemoth made a mockery of it. It was those words that made me decide that after this child, we have to work on her again. I can’t hide her from the world or keep her from it.
k. “But I’ll do what I can, to protect those I love.
I simply nod at that. “You’ll need work. A -lot- of it.” I say thoughtfully, “But it will come in time.”
So either it’s going to be longer than Makoto was, or one will all sorts of rolls of fat,”
“Don’t say that about the child.” I chuckle a little, “It might start giving you a hard time. It can hear you, you know. And if it’s a girl, it’s almost guaranteed to give you at least a pinch.”
She smiles as Marohu-san addresses her as my wife. That’s what I introduced her of course. After tonight, I realized she is in fact every bit my wife in every sense of the word. A woman to stand by my side, protect her family as she must – just like a good samurai’s daughter. There are certain things I need to catch her up on, but she has the spirit and I am proud to someday make her my wife… And until then, I’ll just keep calling her that until it’s true.
Marohu-san leaves and now that we’re alone she starts to dress. Removing her underthings, I’m surprised to see she bound her chest. Just like in those stories… I approach and reach around, softly, removing her bindings…
(OOC: That’s it for tonight… not sure where the heck this is going. heh)
You know I never heard a woman say that to me?
His tone teases, but I know… what’s important to him. And if I’m not here to support him, then why am I here?
Hajime tells me that I need work, and as he speaks, I’m aware of the way he’s looking at me. Not like -that-, but in a way that is serious and loving all at once and it takes my breath away. Like a vow unspoken… I catch that look again, as I smile as the machiya owner leaves. Something about that look that makes me feel like I’m floating yet grounded to the place that I most want to be.
And of course, that place is with him. “I’ll work hard,” I answer, seriously. I know I can defend this family when needed. Even when I’m scared, in every way.
He comes around as I unwind the fabric from around my chest, and starts to help out. I take a deep breath as yes, they do ache, but the “release” from the bindings feels good as well. I turn to face him. “Thank you, that feels a little better. I think our child will be well-fed, if how it’s been going these past few weeks is any sign.”
I look down at my breasts, each tip glistening with a bit of wetness. “If the tea wasn’t to your liking, can I offer something more to your taste?” I say, with a bit of a grin. I reach out and touch his face, softly. “After all, you attended to my breakfast needs this morning.”
“I’ll work hard,”
I nod my head, smiling a little. I’d tease her, let her know that I’m not like her other previous “senseis” who took it easy on her but who knows what I’d end up being. She may as they say, “get away with murder” – in the end.
As I stand behind her helping her with the wrappings, she lets out a sigh of relief and faces me.
“Thank you, that feels a little better. I think our child will be well-fed, if how it’s been going these past few weeks is any sign.”
“Hmm…” I inspect her chest and touch the flesh above her breast lightly, “It’s been hurting?” I ask surprised she hadn’t told me earlier. “You should let me know when something hurts.”
If the tea wasn’t to your liking, can I offer something more to your taste?”
Ah… I hadn’t intended to go that direction…
“Well if it’s hurting, shouldn’t I let it rest?” I take one of the mounds in the palm of my hand. She does feel very full. “I’ll uhh… have a taste if it will help.” I squeeze her right breast a little and it does that little squirt, wetting my hand.
With my left hand, I casually check the table to make sure it’s stable enough. And in one motion, hold her by the waist lifting her up to sit on the table. “I could just massage it, if that works better. Your call.”
Hmm… It’s been hurting? You should let me know when something hurts.
“Well… it’s more just aching, really. Not pain.” I smile at him. “It won’t be like this once our child is here, since they’ll be latched on quite a bit.”
He seems hesitant at my invitation, and I smile. I had wondered… if, after last night, he would be up for anything like that. After all, I don’t know what he endured before I arrived – he was nearly undressed under that kimono. But I offer, because I know sometimes, what we share, and how it manifests, that it does more than words to heal.
Well if it’s hurting, shouldn’t I let it rest? I’ll uhh… have a taste if it will help.
I look down. “Well, they’re… full. It’s why I suspect that this one isn’t going to wait for mid-September to meet us.” I groan a little, as some of the pressure is relieved at his touch.
He carefully sets me on the table.
I could just massage it, if that works better. Your call.
“Either works… to get some out, is a relief.” I lean over and kiss his forehead, and then look into his eyes. “Truly. If you have no need of breakfast, just make certain… get the sheets I’m taking home already to wash so I won’t make a mess.”
“It won’t be like this once our child is here, since they’ll be latched on quite a bit.”
And I will of course enjoy watching her be a mother. She’s a mother to our Makoto but, this time it will be different for her and for myself.
“Well, they’re… full. It’s why I suspect that this one isn’t going to wait for mid-September to meet us.”
“Hmm. I should probably hang around more this coming week then.” I keep pressing my hand into her flesh.
“Truly. If you have no need of breakfast, just make certain… get the sheets I’m taking home already to wash so I won’t make a mess.”
I do as she asks and get the sheets, more to make sure we don’t make a mess than me not needing breakfast.
“I don’t need breakfast.” I say while fixing the sheets around her waist and some to cover the table, “But I do like your taste remember?”
“Now if you’re sure you want this man, who does a very poor job of being a woman… take you so soon.” I kiss one of the tips, letting a small amount of milk graze my lips and then I squeeze the tips of her breast, letting the milk shoot into the back of my mouth and down my throat. “Mmm… I think it’s very ready.”
Hmm. I should probably hang around more this coming week then.
He touches my stomach and the child, as usual, seems to know this is the one who likes to play with them… I smile at his interaction. “Ready to come out, little one? Meet the one who you’re so good at listening to?” I laugh. “Don’t be in -too- much of a hurry, but we’ve all been waiting so long, haven’t we?” To the time we know… it has been years, after all.
But I do like your taste remember?
I only smile at that… how the memory of what he wrote stayed with me, and helped me last night. It’s funny how love can be a shield, a protection in even the oddest of ways, at the time when it’s most needed.
Now if you’re sure you want this man, who does a very poor job of being a woman… take you so soon
“I -always- want this man,” I say, softly. “After all, here he is, helping this leaky woman…” My breath caches at the feeling of his lips on me, and then, as he starts to consume me. I let out a shuddering breath… I would have self-expressed last night had there been no better alternative, on a normal night, but like dinner, it was forgotten until morning’s light. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Ah… Hajime, that… feels -good-.”
She talks about our child and then to it, it’s wonderful that now we’re so close. The decision to tell her and to stay was correct after all.
“I -always- want this man,”
I’m relieved at this and I leave her breast but still making sure my hands relieve her from the ache. I go up to stare into her eyes for a moment and then search for her lips. Having found it, I kiss her deeply like I haven’t in years. We’ve had our time since we found each other again, but today I feel a certain affinity – a closeness that seems new even to me. I thought she’d be sickened at what she saw. See how weak I’ve become and be repulsed. Run back to her brother, to Mibu or somehow find her predestined protector, Souji. But instead she stays here with me.
Breaking the kiss I let her know, that I too am aware of the time in the other world.
“You know this isn’t exactly how you like spending my birthday, there’s no sofa and you’re certainly not sitting in your favorite place.” I take her arm and place it around my neck, “But bear with it?”
I go back to kissing those lips and go down her neck. I haven’t marked her in a while. Mine… Of course. -Mine-.
Hajime meets my eyes, and for a long moment, we can only -look-… his hands may still be doing their work on the ache that started this, but it’s his eyes… eyes I’ve gotten lost in so many times. Eyes that I know can be expressive, how the golden amber will almost -shift- in color…
And then we’re kissing – deep, loving. That it’s not just tongues and lips, but something more from each other. Words without a sound… in my kiss I give my promises, to the man who is the husband of my heart, if not yet by law. And my heart sings, as he embraces me wholly… what happened last night didn’t break my strong man. Any cracks? I’ll heal. I’ll heal with the way I know how to… and now, I know what is needed.
You know this isn’t exactly how you like spending my birthday, there’s no sofa and you’re certainly not sitting in your favorite place.
I look up at him, and a smile slowly spreads across my lips. “Ah, well, -home- is wherever you are, my love, which leaves me many places to love you. But we can still make this a birthday to remember, even if late.” I lean into his kiss, another, endless, deep soul-kiss that we share.
I then feel the teeth of my ookami-sama on me, and I arch towards him. I know just what he’s doing, and it thrills me. I belong only to him, after all. My hands run along his back, and I can’t help but moan a little… he does take his time to leave it well, after all.
I finish with my marking, just placing it where if she shifts someone -might- see it. There’s no point in staking my claim if no one knows!
“Ah, well, -home- is wherever you are, my love, which leaves me many places to love you. But we can still make this a birthday to remember, even if late.”
I tower above her for a moment. “I don’t really care about my birthday.” I tell her, because I don’t. At least not -anymore-. “But I do like spending it with you. Because you make it interesting.” I look down at the big obstruction between us and chuckle – my hands have made a mess not only of her chest but down to her belly. I blaze a trail of kisses pass her chest, onto her potruding stomach and then into her belly button or at least what’s left of the indentation. To our child I whisper, “Ah sorry little big one. Go to sleep for a bit? I need your mother.”
I reach down and free her further from her “underthings”, sliding my fingers in between that slit and start to stroke her and I go back to face her. “I don’t think this table will support us but the chair might – if you can bear not to see my handsome face…”
I release her from my embrace and slowly pull her up letting all clothing fall away from her while I quickly remove my pants. I settle my back into the chair. “At least you can now sit in your favorite place.” I settle her on my lap, facing away from me, planting kisses along the back of her neck, I turn her face towards the side, to barely meet my lips as my hand goes back to squeezing those clouds that keep spilling her sap between my fingers.
I don’t really care about my birthday. But I do like spending it with you. Because you make it interesting.
“Well I try… and you’ll have to forgive me for not having soba ready for you, as per tradition,” I smile. It will always be special to me, though. Because I’m glad he’s -here-. And for that, it will always be the best day of the year for me.
He moves down, and my heart -flutters- at the way he talks to our child. Who, of course, behaves!
But then his hands are busy again, finding the other place where I’m wet. And like with the other place he tended to, his touch makes me moan, as this man knows how to touch me. Tender and masterful, all at the same time, delightful…
if you can bear not to see my handsome face…
I grin a little. “Yes, for a few moments. But just that – I’m quite drawn to that face, after all.” I laugh, “and when the day comes that I can sit on you as before, I look forward to watching your -reactions- again.”
But I am in my favorite place, and I can still get my hands to him… I can’t seem to get enough for a good -stroke- but my fingertips can just barely…. and he continues to my breasts, and despite this position, we keep trying to kiss, kissing like we can’t get enough of just -that-… and as usual these days, he doesn’t mind the mess I make, and I can only think of what I thought earlier, of the wish to bath and -cleanse- him… maybe that’s what is happening now?
I squirm a little on his lap. “I want you, Hajime,” I say, panting a little. “Ah… I need you so…”
“Yes, for a few moments. But just that – I’m quite drawn to that face, after all.”
I laugh and shake my head, “This ugly face? Your loss but…”
And we keep kissing like we can’t get enough. I crane my neck so much just to reach those lips and I know I’m pulling her entire body to press against me.
“I want you, Hajime,” “Ah… I need you so…”
“Is that right?” I whisper and reach down between her legs, letting my fingers explore her nether lips and I find she’s wet, lubricated well from this raging desire we share. I take her hand and place it on my shaft, rubbing her hand on it a few times – not to get me hard but to let her know -how- hard and ready I’ve been.
I lift her up slightly and slowly lower her onto my hardness. I let out a sigh into her ear as I feel her flesh embrace me once again. Reaching to her front, i cup both of her breast and start to bounce her lightly on me. I’m powerless of course to set the pace in this position but at least my hands can roam and squeeze and touch everywhere it pleases.
This ugly face? Your loss but…
I look at him, as best I can. “But you see… I adore that face, and the man who has it.” I smile tenderly. I felt so much strength in the love that drove me last night that today, I want to proclaim it in every way… and again it shows in kisses. Like it’s the beginning, when each kiss was a new delight.
Is that right?
I can only nod as my answer is caught in another moan as he touches me, and I arch my hips to get more of it. And he manages to get my hand onto him… and I know that I’m not alone in wanting.
And then… he slides within me, and his hands return to my breasts. And then, to bounce… I brace my hands now against the table so that I can move… letting him slide within me, but I manage to give that squeeze I know he likes so… and then get back to moving on him. I bite my lip to keep from making the great noise that I want to make, as he feels… delightful within me. And I… feel -wonderful-… but I know that I can make it better for the both of us. I move faster, now, to bring us to what we need.
“But you see… I adore that face, and the man who has it.”
I’d answer her but we’re now at a place where words, can’t be spoken and it’s only in our bodies that we can share our connectedness, our oness. We move together, I urging her on while still grasping her breast – but my other hand is kneading her all over, her waist, her thighs and in between her legs – stroking her so. I can hear her make noises, restrained ones… I can’t blame her, we’re here – not in our house. We didn’t plan for this… This place isn’t meant for love making but when we’re alone – perhaps we should just -know- by now?
I kiss her back, now slick with her sweat. I flick out my tongue to taste it. It’s wonderful. I let my tongue slide from her back, up the side of her neck and behind her ear as she starts to bounce faster and higher. A more urgent pace than the one set before. I can’t help but open my mouth to catch my breath as both my hands now grip her arms as if willing her to go faster and faster and faster. Suddenly the room seems very hot and the sweat, not sure if it’s hers or mine drip into my eyes stinging it a little. I blink it away and reach up to turn her face towards me again so we can kiss even as she moves. It’s wonderful being like this. I can go on like this forever.
His hands, his lips, his tongue seems to be everywhere all at once, and it’s all I can do to keep this pace up, but I need to… not just for the physical demands, but because this is the unspoken way that we say so much. Confirm so much.
This man… I feel full, so full. Of passion, of love, all of it. It makes me move, move to bring him to the great pleasure we share together. To feel him, so, so deep within me, no matter the ways we’ve had to adapt our lovemaking since we returned, we always fit perfectly, in sync… and I know he’s back there, tasting me again, what can only be sweat… and I can’t help but smile.
And more kisses… we can’t seem to get enough this morning. And it’s in one of those, that I’m finally torn apart by the fire of our passion, the force of our love… and it all comes up within me. “Hajime!” I can’t help but cry out the name of the man who consumes me. I move – one more time, as the climax starts to steal the energy that seemed limitless only moments ago… but I’m not going go to there alone… he’s going to go with me. “I love you,” I say, taking my hands off the table and grabbing his, where he holds me tight, and claim one more kiss.
It’s frantic, the way we are this morning is this frantic energy that is wanting to be spent and satisfied. I’m not sure how long we’ve been like this, just moving against each other, -into- each other as if we’re going to melt. Or meld.
She tears her lips away from mine as she moves and cries my name. No one says it quite like that and it’s something I cherish. I let her go so she can move as she wants, as fast as she wants but I can feel her ebb and I can’t help but smile at that as she grabs my hand. I hold her back tightly, to lend my support as she races against herself and I -try- to keep up. For such a small woman…
But then I feel it, this sudden rush that I’m bouncing her rather forcefully until I can feel her unwind and I burst deep inside of her. Our essence mixing as she comes down and I catch her.
“I love you,”
“Oh I know…” I say wish a smile as I settle my chin on her shoulder. I know especially after last night – and now. “Hide we’re going to be late.”
We told them we’d be back before lunch time? We won’t make that I don’t think.
(OOC: End for the wolf)
Oh I know… Hide we’re going to be late.
I take a moment first to bask in it. But he’s right – we -are- late, and I don’t want to give Eiji-san any more worry. He was so strong last night.
So we clean up, and I finally re-wrap and dress.
Sometimes, after love making, I have a silly smile on my face all day. Today… it’s more like a glow.
(OOC – End)