A letter delivered while Saitou and the children are away:
Dear Yagi-san,
We received your letter. We are surprised to have received a letter directly from you. I hope that Fujita-kun has taken his responsibilities seriously especially now that Tsutomu is living with you temporarily. There is no need to worry my niece Tokio has updated me on the family situation.
We appreciate your invitation to have Tsuyoshi spend the summer but unfortunately we cannot let him stay there for more than a few days. To make this easy for everyone, I will accompany Tsuyoshi to Tokyo and stay with him while he is there with his brother. We will be arriving on the fourth week of July as we promptly need to be back in Aizu on the first day of August.
I hope that is agreeable to all and thank you for reaching out.
Regards,
Namuzawa Shichiro
Namuzawa’s Response
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I read the letter and sigh.
The good news? Tsuyoshi-kun is coming, and I think Tsutomu-kun needs that. I want Makoto to know her other brother – the one that’s so much like her – but my priority is Tsutomu-kun. Eiji-san’s words keep ringing in my ears… this needs to happen for that lost little boy.
And I don’t have to worry about Tsutomu-kun and Eiji-san or Yukiko-san out on a long train ride.
But everything else is not good news. Namuzawa’s rudeness in Aizu still stings – as a mistress I should expect to not be treated as a proper lady by the family of my lover’s wife. But the way he spoke to Hajime, as if he was a failure… of course that man certainly has -no- idea what Hajime has done for this country.
After all, I don’t think that he would enjoy life in Shishio’s Japan.
We now have room for him to stay, at least. But if he is of a high-ranking family and raised properly he should have the sense to not be as he was in Aizu – after all, he will be our guest.
I start to get lunch together. Since they’ve been out in the heat, I make a cold udon dish, adding hardboiled eggs for protein as we’ll be having fish tonight.
And what on earth would Tokio have to tell him about our family situation?
Probably Tsutomu-kun has been writing her… I shake my head.
Makoto nods, she knows the drill but Tsutomu just rolls his eyes. He didn’t seem interested to get with the program but I don’t think he’ll say anything either. Hide probably already knows what we’ve been up to but I’m sure the children will come up with something. Like eating cake.
I head straight upstairs and put the packages away in the girl’s room. It seems that Kinosuke has left again. He has been leaving most days but now that I’m back I’m less worried about that.
Heading back to our room, I pull out the box of mementos I used to keep in my office and put it on the bed. Carefully I pull out the tenugui and an old swordguard. The tenugui is now yellowed, I haven’t taken good care of it so I fold it again and placed it bacck. It’s the swordguard I wanted. I hold it up to the light, and see where it’s cracked and chipped. This swordguard served me well.
(OOC: Saitou will stay in the room while everybody does lunch. He’s not very hungry.)
Makoto looks very -pleased- with herself, and given that we’re late into June I suspect the purpose of the errand. I smile – it’s nice to have this. “I’m not telling!” she says. She smells like peppermint?
Excusing myself from lunch, I go upstairs.
I find Hajime in our room, sitting on the futon. “Were your errands successful?” I ask.
“I think so. I just wanted to take the kids out.” I look up at her and ash my cigarette on the ashtray.
“Did you ever notice my sword guard back then?” I hold it out for her to inspect, “That’s from the Kunishige the sword I used when I was in the Shinsengumi.”
I put the lid on the memento box, save for few items most of the mementos here are hers. But there is one more item I left in the machigaya, if I live here now I should move the rest of my things to this house even that old uniform.
“Of course,” I laugh, and I sit next to him to give him a kiss. After all, he did give me a song…
He has a small wooden box that I’ve not seen before, and shows me a tsuba. I look at it carefully in his hand, not touching the sword guard, and see that it’s been well used. I smile at him. “I do remember that – you carried a good sword then.” Then I grin as I run one finger along his jawline, “about as good as the one you carry today.” And despite his injuries, I know it must be serving him well.
“A memory box?” I ask, looking at the closed wooden box. It’s a good thing to have.
“I do remember that – you carried a good sword then.”
I nod remembering those times, “The blade of this Kunishige became brittle with rust and eventually broke in Gonohe. I kept the Tsuba as a souvenir I suppose.” I look back at her, “And the fake Kotetsu that was a twin to Kondou-san’s, broke after I fought Battousai in the Kamiya dojo.”
“about as good as the one you carry today.”
“Hmm.” I look to end of the room where my sword is resting against the wall, I grin slightly, “I had to -baby- the sword you gave me. After all I think I’d never hear the end of it.” Thinking back, Kondou-san remained true to his lord the Shogun, Hijikata to Kondou-san and us men in the Shinsengumi to the leaders of the Shinsengumi and Aizu. Now that all of that is gone today, just like that young man who I’m told is similar to me, I believe in things that are never changing even if all the customs change the virtues do not.
She notices the box. “I took it from the precinct as Shindou found the false drawer where I kept it.” I sigh a little. “There’s not much in it, most of it is the things you’ve given me over the years and a few others like this sword guard.”
“Tsutomu will be 15 next year and I was wanting to give him something of mine but I don’t have anything except this old sword guard and I am not ready to give up my sword yet.” I open the box, there’s not much in it except Hide’s photos, an old key to this house, pocketwatch, a yellow tenugui, a wooden furin… I spy a calligraphy pen. Why in the world do I have that there? Suddenly I close the box. “As you can see, mostly your things.”
He mentions the blade, and I remember something he said the other day, We had no tools and used our swords to dig into the ground while the women used their hands. Ah. Some things connect, now.
I had to -baby- the sword you gave me. After all I think I’d never hear the end of it
I shake my head. “Maa… it’s a good sword that should see you through many, many years. Even if you try to use it to take out steel doors.”
I took it from the precinct as Shindou found the false drawer where I kept it
I look down into the box, and see there are pictures in there, that I gave him. “He didn’t see… those pictures, did he?” I look at Hajime, concerned. Those are for his eyes only!
Tsutomu will be 15 next year and I was wanting to give him something of mine but I don’t have anything except this old sword guard and I am not ready to give up my sword yet
Fifteen already… “No, not your sword,” I say. Neither of my brothers had a proper genpuku – Tamesaborou’s birthday was just weeks after the day my father died, and he left no gift, no instructions for a way to help mark my brother’s step into manhood.
“About Tsutomu-kun – the night before I confronted him about running away, I met Eiji-san at the Akebeko,” I frown, remembering the “soba” I was served. “He helped me to understand that it was Tsuyoshi-san that Tsutomu-kun really missed, and that’s perhaps the reason he wanted to run, more than anything else. And when I did talk to Tsutomu-kun, I promised him that I would write to Namuzawa-san to see if we could get Tsuyoshi-kun down here for the July school break. I didn’t wait for you, since June was already passing…” I sigh, “and offered to arrange for escort for Tsuyoshi-kun here and back.”
I hand over the letter. “Here is the response. It’s not exactly what I hoped.” I look down at my hands. “I should have waited for you, it would have been more proper coming from you, after all. You might have been able to write it in such a way as to prevent him from coming as well.”
“Yaso used this tenugui as a head band when she worked the fields.” I smile slightly at it. It had seen a lot of use and is fraying badly on the sides. I take one last look before wrapping the sword guard in it once again. I suppose it is fitting that I keep this old tsuba here with her.
“Maa… it’s a good sword that should see you through many, many years. Even if you try to use it to take out steel doors.”
I can only grin at that. I did use it to cut several steel cannons after all but I still had to baby it by having to cut -precisely- otherwise it would’ve broke. “I’ll try not to go through metal next time.”
“He didn’t see… those pictures, did he?”
She’s concerned and rightly so. I pull her close to me. “I’m sorry. I promised after all.” I kiss her cheek slightly and tease, “But if it makes you feel better you were quite the looker back in the day. He’s only a -boy- and boys do that?” I let her go. Hopefully she won’t be too embarassed if they meet again.
She doesn’t have much ideas on what I can give to Tsutomu but there’s time. It’s another year away. “Not my sword and I don’t think he would understand it’s meaning.” I think for a long moment, “I heard the Battousai gave his sakabatou to that young man Yahiko. Though I don’t think highly of the Battousai, I have met that young man before and he showed some promise. Still however that reversed blade’s meaning can’t be compared to a sword made for killing.”
Our talk moves to the Akebeko and I’m surprised Hide found herself there although I suppose it made sense since she needed to speak to Eiji about my son.
“He helped me to understand that it was Tsuyoshi-san that Tsutomu-kun really missed, and that’s perhaps the reason he wanted to run, more than anything else. I promised him that I would write to Namuzawa-san to see if we could get Tsuyoshi-kun down here for the July school break
“What exactly did Tsutomu tell you Hide? What was he expecting to do once he got to Aizu?” I take a short drag on my cigarette. I can fanthom a guess I suppose but if it is what I’m thinking…
Hide hands me the response from Namuzawa and I frown just reading the first few lines.
“I should have waited for you, it would have been more proper coming from you, after all. You might have been able to write it in such a way as to prevent him from coming as well
Letting out the smoke I’ve been holding, I nod. “You probably should’ve waited for me.” I look at her looking down at her hands. She does that doesn’t she when she feels like she’s done something wrong? I cover her hand in mine. “Well even if you waited for me I still think Namuzawa would come along. He’s afraid after all that I may take my son back but that’s no longer up to me. I realized it when we were in AIzu.” And I hope Tsutomu understands this but I doubt it, not with our argument from the school just the other day.
But if it makes you feel better you were quite the looker back in the day. He’s only a -boy- and boys do that?
I laugh. “I saw you -looking- at me the other morning during our bath, at least you still think I’m a ‘looker'” I lightly kiss his chin, his lips, the tip of nose. “As for Shindou-san…” I shrug. “I don’t like it that he’s -seen-, but perhaps if he ever comes to interrogate me again, he’ll take one look at me, remember, and be too embarrassed to continue?” I grin a little.
What exactly did Tsutomu tell you Hide? What was he expecting to do once he got to Aizu?
“To get Tsuyoshi-kun back, and they would live with their mother. And that I could have you.” I look at him. “I told him that it wasn’t that simple, that you’ve tried as well, and that at least I could try to get him some time with his brother.”
“And now you can see the result of that attempt. And he thinks that the money he receives every month comes from Namuzawa-san.”
His hand is on mine. He mentions Namuzawa’s fear… and that makes sense. Could that be why he was so rude? It doesn’t excuse it. “I just want the boys to spend as much time together as possible, and for Makoto to finally meet him.” I smile a little. “She likes drawing three brothers now in her pictures.”
“I don’t like it that he’s -seen-, but perhaps if he ever comes to interrogate me again, he’ll take one look at me, remember, and be too embarrassed to continue?”
“I don’t like it either.” I look at her seriously, “And I’d prefer that he doesn’t remember anything of yours…” I’ve always been quite possesive of her but lately… I push the thoughts away perhaps it’s because I’ve been away for so long.
To get Tsuyoshi-kun back, and they would live with their mother.
“I thought that maybe it.” I shake my head, that idiot son of mine…
And that I could have you
I look back at her. That’s an odd thing to say. I wonder what in their conversation made him say that? But I doubt it’s anything Hide would’ve done. But it’s opposite what his mother had tried to do. I reach back out to my cigarette, just thinking what is going on in Tsutomu’s head.
“And now you can see the result of that attempt. And he thinks that the money he receives every month comes from Namuzawa-san.”
“We had quite a discussion about that. It’s true we received support from Tokio’s relatives but…” Taking a drag on my cigarette, “I did tell him I didn’t shirk from my duties to him and his mother.”
It’s then that I realized that I should speak to Hide, now that we’re here talking about support. Especially now that my son has made it painfully obvious to me, my inability to provide for -this- family aside from Tokio’s.
“I know I haven’t been very good to you nor Makoto.” I steal a sideway glance at our child, “Admittedly I have forgotten my responsibilities. The last I offered was when we first met again in Ito but we never really spoke about specifics nor got very far. A long time ago you told me you live off the interest of what you received from your mother that is invested…”
I don’t know why I can’t seem to get to the point, “What do you require from me?”
I adore how protective he is of me. “Now you have a safe place here, for your -most- personal items.” I reach into my obi and pull out a little key, and hand it over. “When I made sure that this house had more locks,” I think of the one in the bath with a little grin, “I made sure that some of the built-ins in our room locked as well. This key goes to that drawer.” I indicate one of the higher up ones, and reach up and brush his bangs back. “So you can keep secrets, like presents for me, in there.” I laugh, but it turns into a soft smile. This is his home, after all. I have my mementos safely put away as well.
We had quite a discussion about that. It’s true we received support from Tokio’s relatives but… I did tell him I didn’t shirk from my duties to him and his mother
“I tried to get that across to him as well, even though I’m the last person who could ever convince him.” I close my eyes for a minute. “I told him of the time you tried to approach Namuzawa-san with money and that you were rebuffed, but he… he has his own narrative. And I don’t know what it will take to dislodge it.” And why him? Tsuyoshi-kun approached his father with love when we saw him in Aizu, what was different for Tsutomu-kun, besides being the one left behind?
What do you require from me?
We don’t usually talk of money. In times past… things just happened. Probably as an outgrowth of how we started, where we met. But since that conversation with Tsutomu-kun, I’ve thought about it – I unfortunately gave him another thing to dig at his father about.
“You’ve been very good to us in ways that go beyond money,” I say, softly, as I reach for his free hand. “But I know your pride, as a man.”
“Yes, my mother and grandmother left me things – primarily property – my mother especially with the idea that I’d be a spinster. I didn’t use any of it when I was in Ito, so it grew more since I wasn’t taking money out. Tamesaborou manages it, as the properties are all in or around Kyoto. It provides for this household, although I don’t know how the school fees for Makoto are being paid – I’ve never seen anything about that. Tamesaborou sends me a little,” I name an amount, “that he earmarks for ‘his favorite niece’ that I put aside, and use for her unexpected expenses – when she started the new school year in April and was an official first year student, with the hakama uniforms, they required Western ankle boots.” I shake my head, “and of course they’re not even worn inside. But that little savings covered the cost without hurting the household budget.”
I stand and unlock a drawer, and I pull out the notebook I have where I keep track of financials and show it to him as I sit down next to him again. I may struggle with kanji that is overly poetic, formal or modern, but I was taught how to keep accounts to run a household – we had to, when the Shinsengumi lived with us. Sometimes we were reimbursed, other time we had to make it work from our own finances. “Having two extra adults has not been terrible; Kinosuke-san has expensive tastes but he tends to buy what he wants, such as beef.” However, once he leaves this household will -not- have beef three times a week.
I hold his hand tight. “Until you and Tokio are divorced, it would be best to continue what you are doing in terms of financial support…” I sigh. It can’t be good to antagonize her, even if all she’s doing is turning around and sending it to Tsutomu-kun. After all, divorce, for normal people, has to be mutual. Tamesaborou’s latest letter outlined another plan, but it’s expensive and could have unexpected difficulties for Hajime. “Are you left with much after sending money to her?”
“What happens after that, once we’re married… you’ll be able to provide for us fully.” I smile at him, and put my head against his arm. “But until then – we’ll have a big expense coming up soon,” I take his hand and put it on my belly, where the little one is moving. “I’ve been saving for it, but if you can help I won’t be so worried. If you’re paying the school fees, and just did the addition… perhaps you can save for our large expenses and I handle the household, just for now? Then, my husband-to-be, we will see where we stand.” I wrap my arms around his waist, and this time put my head on his chest. “We’ll take very good care of this family.”
(OOC – Tamesaborou’s gifts for Makoto are in the modern USD$10 range – he’s nice but he’s a little cheap, lol)
“So you can keep secrets, like presents for me, in there.”
Grinning slightly I answer, “Well it’s good you have access to my “most precious mementos”…” I give her a look as she laughs, “But I don’t have access to yours?” Of course I’m only joking though suddenly my interest is piqued at what she keeps to herself. If I really needed to, it would be simple to pick the lock. I’ve had enough practice in my job.
“I told him of the time you tried to approach Namuzawa-san with money and that you were rebuffed, but he… he has his own narrative. And I don’t know what it will take to dislodge it.”
The lightness departs as we once again talk about my son. How she tried to explain to him but I simply shake my head. “I didn’t ask him to come here to change his mind.” I tell her truthfully. In fact coming here to study was an convenient excuse… “I simply wanted him here for now. I know it’s unlikely he will stay with us but until then.” Taking a drag on the cigarette, I let the thought go.
She takes my hand as we start talking about responsibilities and her finances. Her families investments in and around Kyoto, that Tamesaburou manages it. I try not to grimace at that. Another brother being helpful and protective of his sister. A small part of me wonders if this will devolve into what Morinosuke ended up being but the Yagi’s are not the Takagi’s and the proof? The way the Yagi family treated a bunch of ronin and adopted them into their home while the Takagi’s hardly even knew about the Shinsengumi until they were needed to fight for AIzu.
We go through her books and how Yukiko and Kinosuke affects the household finances. She makes mention of beef and I grin slightly. “I like beef but you know what they say, for a bushi, frugality is a virtue.”
“Until you and Tokio are divorced, it would be best to continue what you are doing in terms of financial support…”
She holds my hand tightly. Why? Is it because this is taking so long? My eyes is drawn to our second child. Already our second and still… At the very least I want my children to have my name, even if it was bestowed by Aizu and not the real one.
“Are you left with much after sending money to her?”
I’m pulled from the thoughts that’s been plaguing me lately. “I make slightly more today.” I consider whether to tell her that there is money in another bank account, “But ever since Tokio and I were married, I have been keeping a portion of my pay in a separate account at Yasuda bank.” I don’t tell her that it was the money I had started keeping to take Yaso and my child out of Gonohe.
“But until then – we’ll have a big expense coming up soon,” I’ve been saving for it, but if you can help I won’t be so worried.
She places my hand on her belly and I feel the child again. I smile slightly at that. “The money in Yasuda bank was for -our- child.” I say unguardedly, “It’s fitting that it should go to this child.”
Another child of the Meiji I shake my head, thinking I just heard her voice just now.
If you’re paying the school fees, and just did the addition… perhaps you can save for our large expenses and I handle the household, just for now?
“That sounds like a good plan.” I look up at her and nod. It still bothers me that I’ve thought so much of Yaso while I’m sitting right here with Hide. With Tokio, I was always successful in putting Yaso out of my mind. Why can’t I put Yaso behind me when all I want is the one in front of me? Putting out the cigarette, I take the book from Hide’s hand and lay her down on the futon and start kissing her.
(OOC: Heh, it may not be a great idea to let the wolf do what he wants in broad daylight)
I laugh. “Many of the things are locked up simply because they don’t belong in this place – like an apron I remember you were fond of? And some other things I can’t quite fit in right now…” Grinning, I think back to some old, memorable nights. And pictures of my own… I don’t want any of the children finding those, after all…
I simply wanted him here for now. I know it’s unlikely he will stay with us but until then
“Well if nothing else, it’s been good for him and Makoto to establish a relationship.” I knew that she would want to have him in her life, but I see more and more his acceptance of her… perhaps it will be enough to last, even if he decides to leave our home after school is done next spring. But he’ll be only fifteen – certainly not old enough to be out in the world? “When you spoke to Takimi-sensei, was there any conversation of his post-school options?” I heard it said that the new university that’s close to our home is for the best and brightest of Japan, and my pride as his somewhat mother is that of course he could go… but what does Tsutomu-kun even want?
We talk of money, and there’s a look on his face as I talk of Tamesaborou that I can’t read. I hope he doesn’t think that Tamebo would use the money to control me – that’s not how our relationship works. Even when I was in self-exile in Ito, he still provided, even I refused it at the time. And his last letter was practical, in its advice about divorce and family registries, with no judgement about my life as it is now, and the situation I have with my beloved.
I like beef but you know what they say, for a bushi, frugality is a virtue
“Hai, hai, and for the wife of a bushi, it’s a requirement,” I grin. “I learned back when feeding the Shinsengumi how to make a little seem like a lot.” I tilt my head and look at him, placing one hand on his firm stomach. Even in a week, I can tell he’s getting back to himself. “Beef once a week? Twice, while you’re filling back out… I’ll allow it,” I laugh. I can do better than Kinosuke-san anyway, he always buys the finer cuts…
He then tells me of an account at the bank that he kept separate from Tokio, and then… The money in Yasuda bank was for -our- child. It’s fitting that it should go to this child
Our child? So he’s been saving all this time, since he first came to Tokyo? I place my hand on top of his that sits on my belly, and kiss him softly. “Thank you,” I say quietly, as much to him as to her.
But he agrees to the plan, which is good. I’ve not shown him the paper I received today from the clinic, outlining the services and fees. But since I refuse to be put to sleep, that will be a substantial savings…
However, any thoughts of mundane things such as money disappear as soon as I find myself pulled back onto the futon, and I’m returning those kisses. It’s quiet downstairs, and I don’t think Kinosuke-san ever returned… I put my arms around Hajime, drawing him close to me, pressing my body against his. We’ve indulged many times since we’ve reunited, but I still need him.
Wait, did I latch the door when I came in?
My hand run through her hair as indulge in those lips, laying down on our sides, her body pressed against mine. We embrace for a while and I just let myself enjoy her closeness. Like I thought when I’m with her like this, nothing intrudes and I feel centered and complete.
After I indulged, I stare into her eyes and grin slightly. I know it’s the middle of the day, but I’m a hungry wolf.
“You already had everyone fed except for me.” I tell her remembering all those days when I couldn’t finish a meal and half of her preparation would go to waste. “I’m getting hungry.”
Our talk seems to come to an end, but I don’t mind. We’re talking about these things that at one time, would have sent either of us into silence. Even Yaso can be mentioned… and I remember something I told Yukiko-san, about using our lips to talk and not just kiss? We’ve talked so much over this past week, even in this place, where talk can be hard.
You already had everyone fed except for me. I’m getting hungry
Those eyes gleam at me and I know…
“Yes, but -” I disentangle myself and go to the door, and latch it – “I’m sorry, I didn’t want any more interruptions, or anyone seeing parts of me that are for your eyes -only-.” I turn back to face him, undoing my obi and letting my kimono fall open. “There’s been too much of that, I think.”
I walk towards him slowly, knowing that he likes the -show-. “You’ve not seen me in daylight since you’ve been home… you’ve turned me into a morning person.” I grin, “some -very- early mornings. But I don’t mind one bit.” I cherish every moment – what we bring out in each other, how he makes me feel. Not just the passion, but something deeper. I am -bound- to this man in every way, and in our lovemaking I can feel every aspect of it, and know that he does as well.
Finally, I’m at the futon, and I let my kimono slide down my shoulders and arms and onto the floor. I can only smile at him – even in this state, with my body in another shape, I know he finds me… desirable. Beautiful.
I kneel down next to where he’s lying on the futon, and run my hand down, from his bangs, across his lips, down his neck and into his chest, lightly skimming over the front of his pants, then back up on the same path. “Remember how we used to spend afternoons? You never seemed to need much of my cooking, then.” I get down on the futon next to him, and claim those lips.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want any more interruptions, or anyone seeing parts of me that are for your eyes -only-.
I watch as she returns from the locking the door. The children can be protected but as for the adults in this house? But although I care, I can’t let the moment pass, what with that obi already undone and her already calling out to me as she moves closer.
Placing both ofmy hands behind the back of my head, I -watch- and grin.
“You’ve not seen me in daylight since you’ve been home… you’ve turned me into a morning person.” I grin, “some -very- early mornings. But I don’t mind one bit.”
“But I do like seeing you. All of you.” Like I used to in this same house just not so much in this bedroom. “Even if you lock the door you’ll have to be quiet.” I remind her.
She kneels down beside me and starts touching me and I try to catch her fingers on my lips but they move down. I grin as she teases me there.
“Remember how we used to spend afternoons? You never seemed to need much of my cooking, then.”
“Oh I needed your cooking.” I chuckle, “-AFTER-. You worked me -hard- back then.”
Reaching out for her hand, I settle her hand to one of the buttons of my white shirt. “How about you work on me today for a change?” I slide my hand to her belly, telling the little one, it’s time once again and to bear with the needs of it’s father. A little jostling won’t hurt my child.
Then I look at it’s mother expectantly. Undress me woman!
I feel his eyes as he watches me, with a casual air, hands behind his head.
But I do like seeing you. All of you. Even if you lock the door you’ll have to be quiet
I smile as he says that he likes to see me. -I can tell-, but it’s still nice to hear it. A woman has her vanities, after all, and at this time, even more so…
Oh I needed your cooking. -AFTER-. You worked me -hard- back then
Leaning down I start to take the same path my hand took, but with my lips. Of course he’s still dressed but that’s part of the fun. “Mmmm… well don’t worry I made plenty of udon, but I can see my ookami-sama isn’t wanting limp -noodles- right now.”
How about you work on me today for a change?
His hand first on my belly, and I smile softly as I know he’s thinking of the child.
I tilt my head as I look at him. “A challenge… hmm. What should be the terms?” I laugh softly. What this man brings out in me… here I am, naked during the day, sharing teasing but -warm- banter, as my fingers go down his shirt. For each button, I place a kiss on his chest, until I’m at his waistband. I look up and catch his eyes, with a smile, and come back up to free his arms, with each inch of exposed flesh getting a kiss, a lick or a little bite. I end at his fingers, where I do one of our favorite bits of foreplay. I straddle him as I do this, keeping my nipples -just- above his lips.
If I’m working on him, it will be on my terms, after all. And mine are to savor him. Even if I know he wants me to hurry – I can see it in his eyes, and when I go back to his pants, I -know- he’s getting ready. Moving down, I undo his pants buttons, and pull them down. Again, following buttons with kisses, until I get to his manhood, which I kiss on the tip as I place my hand on his shaft.
“Well, Hajime,” I say, “did you decide the terms?”
“Mmmm… well don’t worry I made plenty of udon, but I can see my ookami-sama isn’t wanting limp -noodles- right now.”
“You’re right about that. I like things with a little bite.” Of course she’s already started. I relish the light kisses, licks and bites she started to shower on my chest, on my flesh. I close my eyes just waiting for her lips and tongue to land. Then she takes my fingers and does that thing she knows I like and I open my eyes to watch her and I can feel that lower part of me go very firm. “You know how to turn me on Hime…”
She straddles me and her peaks are just at the right place and like a man who’s lost his discipline I immediately reach up and place a nipple in my mouth, my tongue massaging it’s center. Catching the tips in between my teeth but then ending up suckling at it, wondering when will I be able to drink from her. Ah… Not yet. But it didn’t matter, i turn my attention to the other waiting until it was engorged in my mouth. Letting it go, I look at my work and grin. Perfect.
She goes down on me and makes quick work of my pants and gets my shaft out and kisses it but she doesn’t take me in. I narrow my eyes at her. What are you waiting for?
“Well, Hajime,” I say, “did you decide the terms?”
“What do you want from me woman?” I say with a bit of a growl. “If you want terms…”
Suddenly, I take her hips but trying not to be rough but perhaps failing at it. Placing her womanhood squarely on my face and just like with her chest, I reach out with my tongue flicking it against her wet bud. Lapping at it until it became full on my tongue. I close my eyes just tasting her, waiting till her juices flowed freely into my mouth.I bury my lips against her nether lips fully taking a drink. I’ve always delighted in her taste ever since I’ve learned it was possible to please her this way one golden afternoon.
You know how to turn me on Hime…
“I could say the same, Hajime.” I smile. He’s barely touched me, but, oh, how I love making him react. Feeling him become firm, the pace of his breath changing, his heart beating faster… and although I know what he likes, it never seems routine. Every time is a new discovery, another connection.
And then I can tell that he’s had enough with my teasing, and does as I hope and takes in my nipples, all lips and tongue and teeth and I sigh, feeling my body react. Soon… there will be more changes. They’re already starting to feel heavier… will he drink from me? I grin at that, biting my lip to keep from gasping as he works on the other one.
What do you want from me woman?
And he grabs me, and I feel his hot breath on me for a moment before he starts to work on me and I -melt-, holding onto him as I open my legs wider, letting him taste all he wants. Ah… I’m so wet and -hot-. “That,” I say, my gasping for breath a little. Words don’t quite work like they used to, now that he’s found my most intimate place. I remember the first time he did this and while the idea of it always seemed… -too- intimate, with us its just right. What we share and delight in during our lovemaking…
But I know he has needs as well and I want him to feel this too. With difficulty, I break away, and move back down his body, to his manhood, and, still straddling him, and I rise up, then slide down to take him within me in one motion. I keep my eyes on his as he fills me, entirely and completely, and I let out the breath I’d been holding. I grind against him, slowly, and make sure I give him that squeeze…which sends a shudder of pleasure through me as well. How well we fit together… I relish it for the moment, and then I start to move.
That.
I can barely hear what she said being so intoxicated at the taste of her and how she opens her legs just slightly to let me further in. I could get lost in this, go on like this forever.
It was somewhat of a rude awakening as she takes her womanhood from my hungry mouth and I blink the surprise away. Just looking at her through hazy eyes, her effect on me is similar to a drug I notice. I’ve become addicted… to this woman.
And then she takes me in and I heave a sigh as I’m fully sheathed in her. My hands instinctively go reach for her hips, coaxing her to move faster than what she’s doing and we finally find a rhythm that satisfies us both. My mouth opens as I feel her move on my shaft, slick with her juices and yet I can feel her muscles squeeze every inch of my flesh. If she wasn’t already carrying our child, I bet we might end up with another one… But there’ll be other times, more deliberate than this.
I reach out for her breast and cup them in my two hands and urge her on. “Keep moving Hime.” I try not to maul those clouds in my hand but I end up gripping them anyway. I hope I’m not hurting her. I swallow as I watch where we’re connected, how she bounces on top of me and her hair flying from her shoulders. “Yes… You’re doing well.” I say and realize I might’ve said that a little too loudly. Ah… It can’t be helped. She’s become too good for me.
Keep moving Hime.
I manage to nod, because I’m too consumed with moving and how it’s making us feel. His hands are tight on my breasts and it’s then I feel… a little wetness, and I smile. “I’m going to get your hands wet,” I say, panting. “And it’s fine,” I say, aware enough that he could worry. With all the “handling” in the past week, it’s no wonder….
But I return my focus to where we’re joined, and he tells me that I’m doing well… ah… “I love you, Hajime,” I say, softly… I just feel it so much right now. I feel it many times for so many reasons but it’s so intense as we share in this, that we can be this for each other. Unbridled and open…
I find myself reaching the end, and my hands reach for him. And… the world collapses around us, and I make the last few moves that I’m able to make, bringing him along with me.
We keep moving together, lost in this thing we do to each other and then I feel a wetness and she smiles. It drips from where i’m holding her breast, down my arm. She assures me it’s fine and I take her word for it. After all I was hoping earlier… But for now I focus on moving along with her. My blood feeling hot from our joining.
She tells me she loves me and I want to reach up and respond to her words with a kiss but I can’t with our child in between, so i reach up to cup the side of her cheek to respond to her feelings and I smile at her. But as she continues to move my hand falls back to her waist, gripping it, helping her get both of us to that place where we reach intoxicating highs together.
She reaches out for my hands and I catch hers, entwining my fingers with hers and I watch her close her eyes, the sweat falling down from her hair down to my face and I feel it pouring out from deep within me, my heat, my life filling her womb. I close my eyes just relishing the last few moments of our joining, catching my breath before I lift her from on top of me, settling her beside me and finally kissing her just like I wanted to earlier.
“How long did we take?” I ask her and suddenly lick the side of my palm tasting her milk. Hmm. Not bad.
He brings me to lie next to him, as I come back to being able to control my breathing again. I kiss him back, exhilarated, my hand cupping his face. I can’t stop looking at him, remembering that tender smile in response to my declaration earlier.
How long did we take?
“For two “old” ones, not that bad.” I hear the children out in the garden, and the clatter of plates downstairs sounds like someone doing dishes. “Perhaps we won’t be too badly missed?” I laugh a little, nuzzling his shoulder, because despite what just happened, I still need to touch him, to show my affection.
I smile as he licks his hand. “This means that I’ll be able to have ample supply for our little one,” I laugh softly, “even if it will be a little messy for us sometimes.” But I don’t think he’s minding?
“For two “old” ones, not that bad.
“Old ones?” I raise an eyebrow at that. I bet I can beat the younger version of me any day. And I look at her, remembering another telling of our young life together.
“Perhaps we won’t be too badly missed?”
“Just make sure not to tell too much to your niece.” I sigh a little, “It unnerves me when she gives me -that- look.”
This means that I’ll be able to have ample supply for our little one,” I laugh softly, “even if it will be a little messy for us sometimes.”
“It tastes a little sweet.” I tell her. This is another first for me and I look at her wondering if I should tell her but decide not to. I’ve had a few first with her already and of course seconds, the one that’s coming soon.
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Just make sure not to tell too much to your niece. It unnerves me when she gives me -that- look.
“I’m discrete – and I certainly don’t share details!” I laugh a little, shaking my head. “I think some of it is her filling in the blanks, though.”
He says it tastes sweet? I’ve never tasted it myself, so I’ll have to take his word for it. “I’m sure our little one will appreciate you taste-testing it for them,” I say with a smile.
I’ll get up and get dressed in a minute, and get on with the rest of my day. Until then, I’m going to cherish this little bit of time we’ve found for ourselves.
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