It’s like in that dream that I keep having, waking up with her in my arms in a dark room with her soundly asleep. Before I open my eyes I bury my nose at the nape of her neck and smell that scent that I’ve grown very fond of. She’s turned away from me of course and sleeps on her right side as the bulk of the baby makes it hard to sleep any other way but I like this position. It let’s me put my arms around her waist with one hand lying on her stomach feeling it rise and fall as she and my child sleeps.
Opening my eyes I’m tempted to do things I’m not supposed to, like reaching under and feeling her breast or landing light kisses on her back. Waking up like this gives me that privilege that we didn’t use to have but I said I won’t and I keep to my word. After all, today is a day for sharing a part of our history to our children even if there is an observer or is he a judge? I can’t worry about that – not when I’m still quietly savoring the small body next to me. I go back to smelling her neck and burying my nose into her hair and ever so slightly rubbing her stomach and pulling her back a little closer to my chest to feel a bit warmer. I am of course a man prone to self-torture.
(OOC: Saitou is enjoying Hide by himself. Heh. This thread is for Friday events.)
It’s often that I dream about Hajime. Even sleeping next to the love of my life, he consumes me, entirely.
It’s actually delightful.
And delight… I’m stirred from sleeping by warm hands, warm breath at the nape of my neck. He adjusted well to how I have to sleep, these past few weeks. The strange firm-yet-softness of this mattress serves me better than a futon.
My lips curve into a smile as my eyes flutter open. Looking back over my shoulder, I ask, “ah, are you keeping yourself amused?” I put my hands on top of his, and scoot back into his arms. I know this is a big day… but sometimes we draw comfort and strength in many ways from each other. Yes, there is a fire… but it’s kindled by the warmth of the love we share.
“Good morning, my love,” I say, picking up one of his hands and kissing it.
I mumble something incoherent as she greets me a good morning. I’m quite content just being here and there’s no light yet. But my woman is now awake and is wanting to talk it seems? She’s gotten hold of the hand that was on her stomach, so I slide my other arm under her waist and my free hand inside her kimono cupping one of her breast.
“Just a few more minutes.” I whisper and go ahead and indulge, squeezing her flesh as if they’re puffy clouds in my hand.
I close my eyes and after a while tell her.
“Alright, some questions for you…” I say breathing in her aroma, “One, did you finish mending that flag like I asked? And two, once school is back, would you ask permission for this Midori to come visit Makoto?” Ah I’d tell her it’s for my son but that would be an odd thing to ask isn’t it? Especially with what I’m doing right now.
I press my aching breast into his warm hand. Ah… I put his other hand back on my stomach, just in time for the little one to start stirring. “Although I think we should start calling this our big one…” I murmur.
He asks for a few more minutes… it’s not even light yet. It seems like these grey hour is ours. Once we met in the afternoon, at night… now the morning. Ah, but this is the way to wake up.
He squeezes me, and he -knows- what will happen and it does… but he doesn’t seem to mind the realities of a woman’s body. I grin softly as I feel the first few drops fall. “Working on breakfast already?” I laugh.
It takes a few minutes to pull myself from this warm, enveloping spell he’s cast on me and answer. “Yes, it’s mended, I did that in the morning. And yes, I will. Is that where they went yesterday?” I reach back behind me and rub his hip.
The little one stirs as it’s mother places my hand back to her belly.
“Go back to sleep.” I tell our little one, eventhough she calls it’s big. I slightly press on the bump and wait until our child stopped moving. “I like this one — it -listens-.” I say with a slight chuckle and go back to what I was occupying myself with.
Working on breakfast already?
I’d tell her yes but we both know if I go beyond just my hand, I won’t be able to stop but I can’t help but be pleased as her body starts to respond to my touch. This body that she gave to me, that I claim as -mine- and yields to me as I want. I start to lightly kiss the nape of her neck as she answers my questions.
Yes, it’s mended, I did that in the morning. And yes, I will. Is that where they went yesterday?”
I murmur a “yes” and then suddenly she rubs my hip. Why? She knows we don’t have time – even if we still haven’t – in this room, done our appreciation.
She continues to rub me and that’s not good. So I plan for her to distract her and I.
“I’ll be home all day today. We’ll get that alcove done, we can spend some time there with the children. Even Namuzawa. Make your tea, biscuits, daifuku – whatever you want for brunch? Tell stories. Then an early dinner.”
I like this one — it -listens-.
“We’ll have to see if this one -stays- as compliant as it is now.” I smile fondly down at the bulk of our child. At this point, ‘bump’ is a misnomer given how far along we are.
He doesn’t answer my question about breakfast, and keeps me on my side, but his hands where they’ve been, doing what they’ve been doing, and then he starts kissing my neck. I shiver at the delicious feeling of it. “Ah, our child may not be so well-tempered if it knew you were wasting their food,” I laugh softly.
It’s when I reach back for him that he suddenly starts talking.
I’ll be home all day today. We’ll get that alcove done, we can spend some time there with the children. Even Namuzawa. Make your tea, biscuits, daifuku – whatever you want for brunch? Tell stories. Then an early dinner.
I’m surprised at his plan for the day… but given the flag I repaired, it’s very fitting. I wonder if Tsuyoshi-kun had heard the same stories his brother did? Or what Namuzawa-san knows? The people of Aizu only seem to know the last, desperate end of the Shinsengumi, and not what they did in the -years- before that castle fell.
“But why would Tsuyoshi-kun and Makoto go to see Midori-chan…” My eyes go wide and I finally turn over to face him. “Is -she- the girl who wrote to Tsutomu-kun?” I know she’s part of Makoto’s chatter about her schooldays, but hmmm… I wonder if she was the “ice girl” back on field day?
I finally get my arms around him and snuggle closer. “I’m not making this easy for you, am I? You have this middle-aged, pregnant woman in your bed who won’t leave you alone…” I nuzzle his shoulder, the one that’s worse for wear. The one that shows just how strong his spirit is.
“We’ll have to see if this one -stays- as compliant as it is now.”
“I suppose it doesn’t have much of a choice now.”
She jests at my wasting her milk and I chuckle a little and pull my wet hand away and lick in between my fingers. “It does taste too good to waste.” I tell her.
“But why would Tsuyoshi-kun and Makoto go to see Midori-chan…” “Is -she- the girl who wrote to Tsutomu-kun?”
She turns and has a very surprised look. I sigh in resignation and grin a little. “I suppose it’s rather uncouth of me to allow the girl to visit a boy? What do you think?” Would it be another one of those that would present a misconduct to the outside world? “Yoshi thought Tomu needed more friends and one in particular to visit.”
She snuggles into me and settles on my shoulder.
“I’m not making this easy for you, am I? You have this middle-aged, pregnant woman in your bed who won’t leave you alone…”
“You’re right. And I refuse to have a “quickie” or have you “service” me, until we’ve appropriately used this bedroom the way it’s meant to be.” I kiss her eyelids, “But we’ll get our time. I’m sure we’ll get it right in the bedroom soon.” I laugh – maybe a little too loudly.
(OOC: last for me tonight)
It does taste too good to waste
“Fine, fine,” I say, kissing his cheek. ”
I suppose it’s rather uncouth of me to allow the girl to visit a boy? What do you think?
I think. “Hmmm…. well, Makoto is fond of her, and if she thinks that Midori-san is her visitor, she’ll likely monopolize her time.” I grin a little. “However, with both me and Yukiko-san here, it’s respectable, unless her family is strict. But… I do think he needs more friends.”
You’re right. And I refuse to have a “quickie” or have you “service” me, until we’ve appropriately used this bedroom the way it’s meant to be.” I kiss her eyelids, “But we’ll get our time. I’m sure we’ll get it right in the bedroom soon
“Yes, we save the quickies for your old room in the machiya,” I tease. “But this…” I snuggle closer. “This is intimacy as well. Perhaps not as … earth shattering as what we can also do in this room,” I grin. “But meaningful. nonetheless. Talking, planning, sharing our lives, all while laying entwined…” With that I lean in to kiss him, softly and tenderly.
“Hmmm…. well, Makoto is fond of her, and if she thinks that Midori-san is her visitor, she’ll likely monopolize her time.” I grin a little. “However, with both me and Yukiko-san here, it’s respectable, unless her family is strict. But… I do think he needs more friends.”
“I wish we could ask her parents.” I look at her who’s now facing me. “Maybe we should? To avoid problems?”
She talks about the machiya and I can’t help but give her a really wicked grin. “I need to kick him out then or maybe have him baby sit the people -here-.”
She snuggles into me closer, as if we’re not close enough. Any more and I think we’d probably end up like a sticky odango. But she starts to kiss me and I respond back, at first in tune to hers soft and tender but then I found myself removing the ties of her yukata, snaking my arms around her body touching her everywhere, her shoulders, the small of her back and further down her butt and then her thighs. As my hands caress her inner thighs, I sigh and open my eyes and break the kiss.
“I’m going to have a headache if this continues.” I tell her trying to deflate this thing between us.
I wish we could ask her parents. Maybe we should? To avoid problems?
“But if she’s a boarder, where are her parents?” Futuba is a good school, and no doubt draws from all over, but it seems that there are few who actually stay there. I remember hearing a discussion back when I did pickup, that younger children stay with families. “I’ll send a note to Yamaji-san on Monday.”
But she’s a good girl, apparently, and I wouldn’t want to make trouble for her.
I laugh at that grin of his. “So then we’ll have a private nest? We’re going to need one, if we want another one after this.” I look at him. “I want to have a son with you, so if this is another girl, we’ll have to give this another try.”
My gentle kisses lead to more… and ones of a less gentle nature that lead to his hands running all over me. He touches a place that was already wet upon waking to his touch and I groan.
I’m going to have a headache if this continues.
“I know we wanted to… welcome this new room -properly-, but you -know- if we plan that then we will have all sorts of intruders – half of Japan would probably drop in,” I laugh. “Or we take advantage of this quiet hour – after all, I’d hate for you to suffer today. You have important things you want to do.” I reach down to stroke his shaft, already firm to my touch. “But please make certain the door is latched, first.”
“I’ll send a note to Yamaji-san on Monday.”
“Alright do that. Make mention that if needed, it actually would be much preferable if the girl’s parents know.” Of course I could find out who Midori’s parents are and make the necessary arrangements but that would likely raise more suspicion than anything else.
“I want to have a son with you, so if this is another girl, we’ll have to give this another try.”
At first she laughs but then it gets more serious as we talk about another future child. “Of course I want another one but we’ll let it happen naturally.” Then it’s my turn to look serious, “Let’s finish this one first, see how it works out – with your natural delivery…” I have my concerns of course but I want to trust her. We want to do this one right.
But after all that talk, we’re back to relishing ourselves. We can’t seem to stop or rather I can’t.
“I know we wanted to… welcome this new room -properly-, but you -know- if we plan that then we will have all sorts of intruders – half of Japan would probably drop in,” I laugh. “Or we take advantage of this quiet hour
“Is that our fate in this new bedroom?” I chuckle, “If so then you’re likely right. Strike when it’s opportune.”
Then she starts handling me and my grin disappears, replaced with something more urgent and my hands go back to exploring between her legs. If she can do that to me, I certainly can myself and she’s much wetter than I anticipated. I’m about to start kissing her earnestly when…
“But please make certain the door is latched, first.”
I sigh – but I know how important this is for her – and for I. The last thing I want is a grown man walking in on us. Not that a child is any better. “Yes yes.”
I get up immediately and lock the door but before I get into bed, I rid myself of my clothing. There’s no need to waste time after all. I’m back to the bed quickly.
“Now that everything is secure, how about getting out of that yukata.”
Let’s finish this one first, see how it works out – with your natural delivery…
I nod. I know how he worries. I worry too, but all I can do, until that day, is take care of myself.
Is that our fate in this new bedroom? If so then you’re likely right. Strike when it’s opportune.
“Well we don’t have the tatami room, or the kitchen counters… I think it would take some -doing- to get the garden to ourselves,” I say, picking up one of his hands, and sliding a finger between my lips.
He does as I ask, and secures the door. Good.
Now that everything is secure, how about getting out of that yukata
I sit up and grin softly, letting my touseled yukata slide off, and untie my hair – uncovered now by the removal of one, and covered again by the abundance of my hair. I brush some of it back, reveling in the way he looks at me. I, of course, take my drink, looking him over.
“Now that I’m out of this yukata, get back over here.” I toss my hair back and offer myself to him.
She does as I suggest and get naked. The light is low but there’s enough of her for me to see. And I do like what I see.
“Now that I’m out of this yukata, get back over here.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I get on the bed, kneeling on the mattress, we’re perfectly aligned as I go for those lips for a brief moment. I brush her hair back from her shoulders so I can go back to kissing her neck and the slight indentation there.
Taking her hand I guide it back again to my shaft.
“How about a little service?” I grin slightly and sit at the edge of the bed. I won’t deny I’ve been wanting a little action down there for a while.
I catch his too-brief kiss, but I don’t argue as he goes to my neck, to match on the front the ones he gave me earlier on my back.
How about a little service?
I only grin back at him, and get off of the bed to kneel in front of him. “Hmmm… you were awfully neglected earlier – I think I got to have all of the fun and touching. Now it’s my turn to do the touching, and yours to enjoy.” I take his shaft in my hand, running my fingers up and down, and around, while kissing up his thighs. I kiss the tip and take it within my mouth.
“Hmmm… you were awfully neglected earlier –
“Not your fault…” I run my hands through her hair, “I was taking advantage of my sleeping woman after all.”
I watch as she does her thing, touching me down there and when her lips touched me, I almost let out a whistle. I look up the dark ceiling, just focusing on the sensation of her lips and her tongue as it goes tightening around my member.
My hand reach down and caress her cheek and I let out a contented sigh. “Oh that’s very good Hide.” I whisper, egging her on.
“So I get to take advantage of you?” I laugh softly.
As usual, I have to read the subtle signals from him – the exhale of breath as I take him into my mouth, then a sigh, and then words. If my mouth wasn’t more occupied, I’d grin, but instead, I pick up my pace, seeing what else I can get out of him.
My hand goes to caress the sacs, gently. After all, he tells me that I’m doing good… and I like being able to pleasure him.
I can feel her pace increasing and I swallow. I love her mouth on me, her fingers fondling that sensitive area. I’m starting to breathe heavily and I finally look down. My hand on top of her head, seemingly guiding her head to bob up and down. My grip on her hair tighten somewhat and I stifle a groan as I feel my shaft expand in her mouth. I let it continue for a few more moments because I do -love- it when she does this, but I know that’s not what we both want.
“Hide…” I call out softly and move my hand that’s keeping her mouth in place. Releasing her I look down, waiting for her to look at me. “If you continue we won’t get to the main course.”
Of course the main course is her. Not me.
I hear my name as I lavish my attentions on the man I love… feeling him react. His hand heavy on my head. That he -twitches- ever so slightly… I love it. I love that I can do this to him…
With his hand off of my hair, I look up.
If you continue we won’t get to the main course
I slide him out of my mouth, giving it one more kiss. Ah… I look up at him. I stand up. “I wouldn’t mind. You know… it’s the one way I’ve not tasted you.” But that’s something we can save for later, when I’m out of commission after the child is born – this is something we can still share.
I step closer and claim a kiss. “I’m hungry too.” They say it’s the wolf that hungers, but his woman does as well…
I straddle his lap and put a hand on his chest, to lay him down. If we can’t hold each other closely, at least I can still see his face. “Is this the main course you want?” I can’t help but grin. I -enjoy- this man in every way, after all.
“I wouldn’t mind. You know… it’s the one way I’ve not tasted you.”
“Well…” I can’t help but smile at that. That she would want to one day, -pleases- me.
“I’m hungry too.”
And of course we find ourselves in a kiss though I ravish her mouth a bit, although I can tell there’s an urgency to her kiss that’s made of pure want. I let her have her way with me as she pushes me down on the bed. It’s rare that she takes the lead in our love making, although I’d say it’s about even when it comes to seducing one another like tonight.
“Is this the main course you want?”
“Mostly.” I say looking at her, thinking my eyes might be showing too much – but isn’t that the point. To let her know I want her?
“Wait one moment…” I reach up, my lips just barely catching one of her breast. I didn’t pay much attention to it earlier and although I had an -excellent- starter, we can’t call it a main course without a taste of that flesh in my mouth. I suckle it for a little while until I got my drink in and satisfied I let it go and lay back on the bed.
“I think I’m ready for the main course?” I plant my hands on her waist.
He looks at me and I feel the thrill I’ve felt ever since the beginning – that this man I adore, that I need, that I -want-, wants all of the same from me. He sees me, and likes it. I meet his stare, those eyes, those remarkable eyes.
“Ah, good, no wasting that,” I murmur, as he suckles me. I’m panting as he drinks his fill – and maybe that will leave me not making -too- much of a mess.
He lets me know that he’s ready, and I lift myself up, and then down onto him. I like this… any way we do it. Fast and urgent against a wall, slow and needing on a quiet evening… and then this, my figure making some ways of coupling difficult, but I like this. If I can’t be close, at least I can see him.
I exhale as I slide fully down, and fill myself with him. I give a little squeeze but I know not to tease him too much – I already took him far this morning, with just my mouth and hands. That action makes me groan, as I feel him within me.
And then, bracing my hands on him, I start to move. Keeping my eyes on him the entire time. He knows what he does to me.
We’re both breathing pretty heavily when she sheathes me in and I can’t help but wince as she squeezes me. I open my mouth to exhale and not let her make me come prematurely.
Now that I’m inside her and she moving freely up and down, I watch as her body bounce up and down. Her hair, her breast and now her large belly – even that looks wonderful in my eyes. There’s a heaviness to her movement that I’m surprised at how she can lift her body like it was weightless but then slam down on my shaft. It’s quite a force and for a moment I wonder if the slapping of our bodies together can be heard outside, certainly the bed is groaning from the abuse it’s taking. But I can’t care about that right now, I’m too engrossed in our joining that instead I push her even higher so she can come crashing down against me.
She groans and so do I. She pants and so do I. For now, the world is just the two of us and my hands go find hers. Entwining my fingers in hers, I let her use me as support – to go as fast or as hard as she wants, preferably both.
“Hide!” I say loudly as my groin starts to heat up and my head starts pulsating. I’m not going to last long at all am I?
I feel like I’m being lifted by a force that propels me – to please him, to bring us both to that place we find together.
And then it’s the tenderness… the tenderness that he offers in these moments of our wildest passion. Once it was a soft kiss as the storm whirled around us, or a gentle touch to push my hair back. But it’s the entwining of our fingers…. I start to feel that my end is coming, pushed over by holding hands. Because it’s a reminder that the love in the term lovemaking isn’t just a word… it’s central to what blossoms between us.
And then he says my name and I move on him, faster, faster, urged on by his need and mine. I hold his hands tight as his name comes pouring out in soft, panting whispers, in words that are meant as kisses… I look into those eyes again and bite my lip as I finally reach it… my body urging his to come with me, to find this together.
“I love you,” I say, as I shake a little, floating and falling all at once, centered around where we are joined.
She just -goes- and I wonder if I can keep up. Faster and harder like I wanted her to, did I tell her that or did she just read my mind? It doesn’t matter!
I’m careful not to call out her name so loud again and instead focus as she chants my name and I’m -delighted-. Our hands hold on tighter and tighter and I hope I’m not hurting her. If I bruise her, I’ll make it up later but for now… I try not to close my eyes as I saw her seeking mine out. Isn’t that what true lovers do? Stare into each others eyes? And so we do as we reach that height together and I explode inside her while she spews onto me.
I feel her shudder and the hair on my neck bristles as we both find our completion.
Then she says it. Sometimes I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve heard it.
“I love you,”
I smile at that. I never tire of hearing it especially if it’s been a while. I clear my throat or groan? I don’t know. Carefully I lift her up from where we’re joined and since the bulk of the child won’t let us face each other, I let her back lie on my chest. I can’t see her this way but I think after -that-, we both know where we stand don’t we?
“Ah…” I kiss her cheek “You get better and better. Thank you.”
Ah… You get better and better. Thank you.
“Maaa…” I murmur with a lazy grin, spent, but I reach for his hand, to lace his fingers through mine, as even now, after all of what we just shared, I can’t get enough of him. “I should be thanking you. You have the -best- ways of turning your lazy Hime into a morning person.” I laugh softly, turning my head so I can better hear his heartbeat, as it, too, recovers what I put him through this morning.
With my other hand I reach up to touch his cheek. “I’ll get to breakfast soon.” For now, before the start of this busy day when the light is still grey, untouched by the colors of dawn, I’m going to take another moment to cherish this man, and to delight in what he brings me.
(OOC – you may close or timeskip as needed)
You have the -best- ways of turning your lazy Hime into a morning person.”
“You were always so lazy…” I lean back a little, settling my back on the wall.
“I’ll get to breakfast soon.”
“Soon…” I say closing my eyes. “But not -yet-. Stay -here- for now.”
(OOC: Saitou will end up sleeping in. Hide can too if she wants. Will start another thread instead later . end)