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Disclaimer: standard disclaimers apply. RK belongs to Watsuki, but the ideas, text and OCs are mine.

WARNING: NC-17 content.

Irresistible

Chapter 21: Hot summer night
Tokio opened her eyes, feeling disoriented. Where was she? The surroundings were unfamiliar. She remembered their new house, and the ceremony. Realizing that she had fallen asleep, her confusion changed into embarrassment. The moonlight filling the room reassured her a little. At least, she didn�t sleep for too long. She looked around the dark room, wondering where Saitoh was.

One of the shoji giving view on the outside was opened, and she held her breath as she discovered the beautiful garden bathed in the silver rays. The gracious shapes of the azalea, the small pond, and the flowers blossoming at night were enchanting and sophisticated scenery; and at the very end, a bunch of willow trees, their long desperate leaves forming a veil, seemed to hide a secret world, impression of mystery enhanced by the fragrant air of the summer night. She contemplated it for several minutes, a smile forming unconsciously on her lips. This beautiful place was going to be her home. This was her home.

The silence finally called her back to the moment; its absoluteness was growing uncomfortable. She noticed the fruit basket, snacks and sake in a corner of the room, and the two white yukata, folded on the tatami, next to the food. She should be already changing clothes, she thought distractedly, but she was beginning to feel anxious. There was no other sign of life, not a noise, and the shoji connected to the interior were closed. Since the events of the previous week, she could barely stand to be alone in a room. She had told no one, but she was still having nightmares about Kana and always had this ridiculous fear that she would be face to face with her again, whenever�.

She froze as the second panel of the garden door slid, only to sigh with relief as she discovered Saitoh sitting on the engawa and as the recognizable smell of cigarette, disturbing the natural perfumes of the night, reached her nose. He had pushed the shoji and threw negligently his finished tobacco stick outside, before he stood up and walked towards her.

He was just wearing his hakama and his hair was loosened, falling on his shoulders. It was the first time that she saw him like this, and she unable to tear her eyes away from his bare torso. He was all lean muscle, broad shoulders, and there were one or two scars marking his chest. It wasn�t the first time that she saw a man undressed, she used to bath with her grandfather, father, and little brother, but that was different. They were not really�men. And they didn�t have that hungry amber gaze, she added mentally as her eyes rose to his face; they didn�t make her stomach knot like this with a single look. That was a very inappropriate comparison but as he stopped in front of her, dominating her with his height, she didn�t seem to sort out any sensible thought. She had no basis of comparison. And since when was she concerned about propriety anyway? More important now: what was she supposed to do?

Maybe starting to apologize and to behave as a proper wife would be a good idea, she scolded herself. Except that she had no idea on what a proper wife�s behavior was, particularly when her half-naked husband was looking as if he was going to devour her within a second. The perspective made her heat jump. Say something. Yes, that would be a good start.

�I�m sorry I feel asleep,� she began, hearing that she had taken her usual sweetly manipulative stance without even wanting it. She just didn�t seem to control herself, she had been so moody today, and now it was even worse. �I will change imm��

She cut off as he gave her his sinful, self-confident smirk, goose bumps spreading on her skin as he presented her his hand. He had great hands, with long, well-designed fingers, and when they were on her�If she had had some brains left, they had just gone bye-bye. The time for her to get over her aggravated giddiness, she placed her hand in his, hesitantly. He hauled her on her feet, still watching her, silent.

�No importance,� he said finally, reaching for her, cupping her throat with his callused palm, his thumb stroking the place where her pulse beat with deliberate slowness, making it paradoxically and irrepressibly fasten. His smirk widening, he added:

�I knew that I could have you any time.�

His look was so possessive and�bold, that she shivered in anticipation. She had always known that he had some power over her and she couldn�t resent it anymore. She felt a kind of energy passing between them and she needed more of it, ready to surrender if it was the condition. He made her feel so good, and alive. She couldn�t fight that attraction. She didn�t even want to, not when he was looking at her like this.

Saitoh was jubilating. She was completely off balance, what a pleasant view. It was worth the wait, he decided, and that gave him more determination to make this first time last. All day, he had been sure that as soon as they would be alone, he would give free reins to his need to have her and that he would teach her to enjoy it later. But he had changed his mind. He would take his time. He would savor every second of this, and so would she. He appreciated her being at loss and waiting for his guidance, but he liked even more that she couldn�t but let him see it. He would not only possess her body, but her mind, and she would have no way to deny it later. She would be entirely his. That was what he really wanted. He had to admit it: she fascinated him. And since he was completely honest, he couldn�t deny either that they were both submitted to this attraction. It was linking them; it had in their past confrontations and now, since they had decided to make something out of their marriage. He couldn�t take on himself to break it by excluding her, keeping her as a passive participant. He wanted to share what was coming with her. That was an odd, unexpected turn of thoughts, but she had always been an odd, unexpected, and irresistible complication for his well-established certainties.

And she wasn�t done with it, he thought as she suddenly arched a questioning, delicate brow. Yes, he would share�but he would also decide.

His gaze wandered on her body, still clad in her rich red kimono. He wanted to undress her himself, and see her, naked and offered to him. His eyes stopped on her hair. A small strand had fallen from the sophisticated hairstyle. The second thing that he wanted was to bury his hands in this silky, ebony mane.

He nodded negatively his head as she glanced at the white yukata. It was time that he took the lead.

Tokio stood still, wondering if she should take an initiative when, tugging on her hand, he made her turn around until he was behind her. She felt him untie slowly her complicated obi, the pieces falling one by one onto the floor. His arms circling her, he opened her kimono, making it slid down. She didn�t dare to move, even when they unfolded. She heard the shushing sound on his hakama hitting the tatami and he reached again for her collar, parting her white silky under kimono. He took it off too, with the same deliberate gestures, letting his hand linger on her shoulders, sending delicious chills coursing through her nerves.

�I want you�, he murmured in her ear, his voice deep, his hot breath caressing the curve of her neck as he let his lips trail briefly on it, her skin warming at the light touch.

He made her turn again to face him and took a step back. She was too mesmerized by the desire showing in his eyes to feel self-conscious. He seemed as fascinated as she was.

Saitoh was amazed, eating the view of her beautiful body. She had round, creamy breasts, shapely legs, with her curves delicate, full and softly feminine. Perfect, so perfect, he thought as every nerve, every muscle of his body tensed under the surge of desire. Indeed, he had to savor her. It would be a shame to rush on such a bounty. Taking all his time, he retired one by one the pins off her hair until it fell graciously around her. He buried his hands in it, wounding some long strands around his fingers, releasing them, and then, caressing it slowly on her shoulders, on her back, he drew her closer to him. When their bodies finally made contact, he clenched his jaw, feeling her so soft against his hardness, and she let out a soft moan. He felt her tensing, in awareness for sure.

�Don�t hold on�you�ll like it,� he whispered imperatively, before beginning to tease her mouth, passing his tongue lazily on it, like the first time he had tasted her, while stroking invitingly her back.

He wasn�t long to elicit a reaction from her. Her lips twisted in a smile against his coaxing mouth, and she exhaled sweet sighs of pleasure. She moved her hands against his chest, shifting them up, curling them around his neck as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between her parted lips. He molded her to him, his arms closing tightly around her. She was stroking his nape, his shoulders, kissing him back eagerly. He had always enjoyed her wantonness, and it had driven him crazy to stop their previous embraces. But this time he wouldn�t have to, he grinned inwardly, while laying her back on the futon. He released his grasp on her to return the favor, his hands wandering on her supple body. His lips left her mouth to trace the line of her jaw, her throat, where they found her maddened pulse. He licked it teasingly, enjoying her tensing and relaxing under his touch, at his will. He knew that her neck was her weak point. He liked to kiss her there too, her skin being so fine and delicate, her own taste mixing with her enticing perfume of white lily. His hands reached her breasts, just kneading them at first, then cupping and stroking knowingly. Her hold on him tightened, and moaning, she lifted her head to lick his jaw, to nudge at his face with her own, in a somewhat animal gesture that startled him. He let her access lower and she placed hot kisses on the hard lines of his throat, licking it, and finally screeching her teeth against it, half-biting, after he had begun to roll her rosy peaks between his fingers. His gasp made her breaking off, her silver eyes widening, confused at her own reaction.

Tokio was self-conscious again. She had forgotten everything when his lips had touched hers, forgotten that they were naked, forgotten the doubts, fever taking over her. She couldn�t explain why she had reacted with that strength, as she had no room to think with what he was doing to her. He stared at her cautious expression without a word. She shuddered as a sinful, satisfied smile spread finally on his face; his eyes full of a scorching light, so intense that the strange heat awoken by his touch burnt higher inside her. The flames flared while he kept on playing with her breasts, closely watching her, until she trashed her head, trying to get a grip on reality yet sinking helplessly into the wonderful sensations. She protested when he let his hands drift down her waist. He couldn�t stop it, she wouldn�t stand that he did, it was too good.

He took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling at it, and murmured in a seductive voice: �Little witch�.I knew that you were passionate��

He made his way down to her collarbone, laying lazy kisses, rasping his teeth on her sensitive skin, his fingers tracing possessively the lines of her lower body, sending endless shivers down her spine. He stopped his ministrations again to murmur, his words feathering on the heated skin of her breast: �Remember when we were alone in the woods��

Her breath was short now, and she needed a second to gather enough to answer: �When you were mad at me��

He deliberately curled his tongue around one rosy nipple, still gazing at her. She whimpered, throwing her head back, and he let it go.

�Do you know what I wanted to do to you?�

She shook her head. She had no strength left to talk. His smile widened wickedly.

�I�m going to show you�

He ducked his head to the tempting globes, lavishing, kissing, licking one while his hand was stroking the other. He caressed her so tantalizingly that it made her arching her back, wanting more, while her legs were going limp. His mouth went to the other mound, his free hand slowly trailing down her stomach. His lips were so hot, so firm�.she trembled under them as he started to suck on her breast, so that hard it was achingly delicious. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pressing his head to her; she couldn�t stop moaning, trapped under his heavy, warm body, lost in the web of sensations that he was creating. His fingers reached her thighs, and were now slowly going up way. She froze when he slid them between her legs, trailing on the inner side.

�You�re going to like that,� he promised, before taking her lips again in a fierce kiss that made her forget everything.

She was floating under his touch, his tongue invading her mouth, one hand having left her waist to stroke her hair, his other hand�She pulled off, in shock, her widened gray eyes searching the amber ones.

�Yes, Tokio�Look at me�I want to see your pleasure��

He was slowly caressing her between her thighs, sending bolts of electricity through her entire body. She couldn�t believe what he was doing to her, that a sensation like this could exist.

�Say my name,� he asked, trailing his mouth on the line of her jaw.

�Saitoh-s�� she let out, out of breath.

�No,� he ordered, his eyes into hers. �Not this one. Say my name, Tokio.�

Her eyes clouded, because he accompanied his request by the lazy caress of a long finger between her folds, and she needed several seconds to understand.

�Hajime��

�Yes, good girl,� he smirked. His eyes glittered with satisfaction. She was still gazing at him. Rewarding her obedience, he slid his finger slowly, deeply, inside her scalding sheath.

�Oh, yes,� she whispered, closing her lids under the sensual onslaught.

�Look at me,� he ordered again, his tone low but imperative.

She reluctantly obeyed, only to fall again under the spell of his piercing look. His hand, touching her lightly at first, moved harder on her sensitive flesh, his finger disturbingly penetrating and leaving her, in a steady rhythm, causing her heart to slammer into her rib cage.

�Do you like it?� he asked, his voice raw.

As she simply nodded, her eyes wide, beads of sweat pearling on her forehead, he stopped, enjoying her frustrated whimper. �Do you like it?�

She managed to speak, this time, her voice so hoarse and pleading that she didn�t recognize it: �Yes�Don�t stop��

She was stroking his shoulders, his arms, unconsciously seductive, and he began to torment her senses again, a second finger entering her warmth.

�You�re so wet�Just for me��he growled, before drawing her parted lips with his tongue.

She tasted so good, so sweet�she was delighting, reacting naturally, instinctively to his touch. Her hips were moving restlessly under the rhythm that he was imposing, he felt her breasts swelling against his chest. She was so warm and soft inside, and soon he would be buried inside her. But he wanted to have her like this at first, to witness her climaxing, as he just knew that once he�d enter her, he would lose his senses totally. He wanted them both to know his domination before he could allow his passion to take control of him. She was also so tight that he was sure he would hurt her when he took her, and he wanted her to be pleased, to want more, to be completely and willingly his. He wanted to enslave her to him and used all his skills to attain this goal. He was constraining himself not to touch her breast, denying them satisfying kisses, foraying with his tongue in her wet mouth only to retreat the next second, and compelling her to resist by having her looking into his eyes. Hers were blinded with desire now, her hands not stroking anymore but hitting his back, furiously, as if she could beat her climax out of him. She was so inexperienced that getting her in that state had been easy, and he reckoned in his superiority. The little witch had shattered him, and it deserved some retaliation.

Tokio couldn�t take this anymore. She wanted it, she needed it�She didn�t know what �it� was, but he did and he had to do something before she just died with yearn. She needed him to kiss her deeply, to give her an anchor to fight against this madness, and all he was doing was teasing her mouth, increasing her want instead of helping her to release it. It was like being burnt alive. She felt a scalding pulse where he was touching her, it got sharper and sharper, faster and faster, so powerful and unbearable and yet, she was consuming for more. She couldn�t stand his amber eyes darted into hers, either. They were burning her too. She began to sob, unable to resist to the overwhelming sensations, unable to find her way out�.

�Beg me�� he murmured against her mouth.

He saw awareness flick into her eyes, and she shook her head, in shock.

�I know how much you want it,� he went on, his voice rough velvet. �Ask for it, sweet, sweet Tokio�and I�ll give it to you.�

He was still ruthlessly playing with her, but his other hand shifted to caress her hair, in a gentle, so light caress. It was her undoing. She buried her head in the crook of his neck.

�Please, Hajime, please�� she sobbed, clinging to him.

He smiled in triumph, raising the tempo, his fingers digging inside her, his thumb rougher on her sensitive bud�He felt her tightening around his hands, heard her crying his name out loud as she held him convulsively, as she was shuddering with the pleasure he gave her, saw her eyes blurring and her features tensing as she tossed her head back, drifting in her bliss.

When she finally relaxed, he allowed himself to kiss her thoroughly, at last, his tongue tangling with hers in a soothing caress. He could feel her bewilderment in the way she was kissing him back. He cradled her face in his hands to look into her silver gaze. He saw satisfaction, disbelief, awareness, and, smirking, swept her limp body in his arms, sitting up with her settled between his legs. She snuggled against him.

He let her calm down for a few minutes, satisfied to have her undone while he was in control, savoring her head resting on his chest and her slick body abandoned to him. She was his already.

Yet now, it was time to make her really so. My turn, he thought.

He laid her again on the futon and kneeled next to her, grinning at her lazily questioning expression. Her eyes were still bright from the violence of her pleasure, and she was still numbed by her first experience of a climax, but she was beginning to realize that it wasn�t over. Yes, there were more, and she didn�t know. He would show her now. Because he had involved his mind, because of the game and of his victory, playing with her had been as satisfying as an intercourse with the others, when all he had thought about was to get rid of a physical need. Well, almost, he was getting painfully aroused just looking at her. Her breasts were rapidly moving up and down under her still uneven breath, her lips half parted, she was so deliciously upset, with her beautiful gaze wandering daringly over his body. That sight he wouldn�t resist very long.

***

While he held her, Tokio had been trying to catch her wits back. Oh it had been incredible. If she had known that he could make her feel like this, she would have gone with blackmail or anything to get that from him the first time they met. She had felt her breath steadying, slowly, blissfully aware of the solidness of his muscular body, of his masculine scent, of the heated and musky atmosphere of the room. She had then opened her eyes, sighing in happy relief. She was satisfied, and satiated.

Was she?

A little dust of thought was bothering her. She tried to identify her feelings. She was satisfied yet empty, she realized first. She knew there was something more about that. She had had nobody to tell her, unlike the other girls in her situation. Her mother had gone before that had become an issue for her, and her wedding being secret, she couldn�t ask without raising suspicions. She had tried with Hatsue, who had just smiled, told her that Saitoh knew, and patted her shoulder assuring that she would do fine. It was so like Hatsue, she had considered bitterly, she was always smug at the wrong moment.

Luckily, her little spying habit had been useful to her. She had eavesdropped on some conversations between married women, a few times at the court. Nobody had ever talked about what Saitoh just did to her. But she had an idea of what was coming next. She had deduced, from their enigmatic words, that he was supposed to do something with that hard�.thing. After what had just happened, even with her now messy brain which was filled with the �it was so good I want it again� part, she could do the math and guess where the thing was going to end. That would explain the hurting part that the women had babbled about, because it was so big, she had liked to feel it against her, but for Heaven�s sake how could that stuff fit in.

There was something else, though, she understood as he laid her on the futon and looked at her again with that banking fire in his eyes, and with that�.self-confident smirk. That was it. She had begged. *Begged*. Usually, they were more or less on an equal level, and he just had dominated her completely. No, no, no, she couldn�t let that happen anymore. He was so arrogant, and he had already way too much influence on her to her taste. She had to take some power back, but there lied the difficulties. One, she could refuse, but she had enjoyed it so much she couldn�t get herself to do that, and she wasn�t stupid enough to think that he would need more than a minute to convince her to comply. Second, she could make him as weak as he had made her, but he had obviously a tremendous experience in that matter and she had not. She wanted him to beg her too, if only she had a clue on how to get him to.

Not a clue? Considering his triumphing expression, it seemed to be a kind of game. Maybe it was no different than manipulating people. She was good at this, maybe she just had to get used to these very unorthodox methods. She reminded his reaction when she had bitten his neck. He had swelled against her, and had seemed pleased. They had both been pleased; she had liked to do this. She let her eyes detail his body. He was so shaped; she liked it, the well-defined muscles and the strong lines of it. She wanted to touch him, she realized. My turn, she thought.

Saitoh raised a brow as he saw definite awareness fluttering in Tokio�s eyes. He couldn�t help to still, as her lips curled in a seductive smile and she leaned into him, putting her hands on his shoulders, massaging them softly.

�It was so�.incredible,� Tokio murmured sweetly, her eyelashes falling on her bright gray eyes, so that he wouldn�t notice the gap between her sudden sugary attitude and her intention.

She had no real idea on what to do, but as she began to kiss boldly his lips, she had the idea of just imitating what he had done to her. He liked when she kissed him, and that was how she had learnt to. She pressed herself against him, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and tugging on it.

Saitoh was too startled to react. His body had been set on fire again as he had felt her breast against his chest and her hips seeking his. It was only when she tried to part his lips with her tongue that his passion exploded, and he crushed her against him, kissing her wildly and rolling with her on the futon.

Tokio was trying to resist the storm of sensations that his kiss was causing. It had worked but if she lost control now, it would have been for nothing. She managed to pull off, finding herself on top of him. He groaned, pulling her even closer to him, and she bit her lip not to whimper as she felt how hard he was. Regaining control of herself, she kissed his throat, hungrily, her hands shifting to touch his chest. She found his nipples and rolled her palms upon them, the way he had done with her, feeling them peaking under her touch. His pulse was fastening where she was kissing him, and a dizzying feeling of power filled her at the realization that she could make him feel this way. She wanted to explore this further, to play with him like he had played with her, but he wouldn�t release his grasp therefore she slid her hands lower, on his stomach, savoring the feeling of the hard muscles under her palms, but not staying there for too long. She was too intrigued by that persistent hardness against her thigh. As she raised her head to kiss his mouth again she managed to reach it, and they gasped as the same time. In surprise, he had weakened his grip on her, and she took advantage of it to sit up, straddling him.

Saitoh had gasped when she had touched his manhood. He watched her in disbelief, but she didn�t pay any attention to his face. She was closing her hands around him, staring in fascination as he was swelling even more under her little fingers. He had never thought that she would touch him like that, not the first time. Weren�t virgins supposed to be afraid of the wolf? He jerked his head back, his thoughts interrupted. She had just squeezed it lightly, and it was so good. He felt her hands beginning to stroke him very, very slowly, and he gritted his teeth under the tension. Her inexperience was blatant, but each of her moves was so completely unexpected that it kept him on the edge, increasing his excitation. He managed not to close his eyes and saw her bend to kiss his chest, her mouth opened; then she took his nipples into it, one after the other, and rasped them with her teeth before licking them, imitating his previous caresses, and all the time she kept on stroking him, with more confidence since she had certainly noticed his panting�.Now was she lowering her mouth?

Tokio couldn�t believe it was possible to feel that good just touching him. His member was hard and hot and soft and the skin on it so incredibly delicate�.touching it was not enough, she thought, trailing kisses on his flat stomach, feeling it moving up and down under the wild beating of his heart. She was doing that to him. The idea made the now familiar heat rising again in her belly. She heard him growl deep in his throat and looked at him in confusion, thinking that she might have hurt him when she had rolled her thumb on his tip, inadvertently.

The burst of desire in the mesmerizing amber eyes made her repeat her gesture, and this time he moaned, his hands closing around her hips to stroke encouragingly. She had had the very bizarre idea to kiss him there, but his reactions were so enthralling that she nixed it, to experiment more with her hands on him. She increased the pressure, her fear to hurt him vanishing as he seemed to like when she did; it made her want to do it over and over, his growing harder, redder, bigger, with nothing more than her touch, was fascinating. She was trying all that came to her mind, trying to figure out what pleased him the most. The pulse between her thighs was aching, like when he had touched her, puzzling her because she had difficulties not to join her moans to his. She was giddy, and couldn�t decide if she preferred when he had played with her or when she did. Both were so unbelievably thrilling.

Saitoh couldn�t stand it anymore. Her hand was massaging him almost roughly now, and he had been so aroused before she started that he was close to explode, sweat running down his body. Her second hand was exploring his other parts carefully, and he clenched his teeth, not managing to find the will to put an end to the delicious experimentations of his wife.

Obeying to a strange instinct, Tokio kissed the top of his member. He groaned loudly. She stopped suddenly and asked, a playful smile curving her lips: �Do you like it?�

The words he had used. Oh, how wonderful to see this stunned expression painting on his face. Her ego bolted with self-satisfaction. He tightened his hold on her waist, fingers clutching her delicate flesh, but she ignored it and just repeated: �Do you like it?�

Saitoh couldn�t miss the triumphant note in her voice. She was getting back at him. Her hand trailed carelessly on his manhood and she kissed it again, the tip of her tongue foraying between her lips. The contact lasted less than a second, yet it made him almost giving in to her little blackmail. If she had the idea to take him in her mouth, or that he told her to... An image of her doing it flashed through his mind, she would be�

�Shattering him again. She was trying to take control and he realized, in spite of his need, that he couldn�t let this happen. She had tricked him too much already. This was a field where he couldn�t afford it. He was the master; she had to know it. He�d teach her. In a sudden, rapid gesture, he shifted her aside, placing himself on top of her.

There was a mix of desire and anger in his eyes, and it made Tokio feel wet again. She looked straight into his gaze and licked her lips. She was proud of what she had done to him. She had showed him that she would always be a force to be reckoned with, that he wouldn�t dominate her so easily. But now he was going to make her pay for that, probably, she thought when he gave her a sly grin.

�Two can play this game, my little witch,� he warned, pinning her wrists next to her head with one hand and parting her legs with the other. She didn�t even think of resisting: she was too excited and knew that it was as much a promise as a threat.

He lowered his head and the next thing that she felt were his lips on her�.oh good lord. She whimpered loudly when his tongue probed at her swollen flesh, in a bold and insisting caress.

He lifted his face and mocked. �Oh, yes�.you�re going to beg me again, and this time I won�t even have to ask you to.�

She shook her head violently, but he let out a laugh and bent to his task again, exploring her deliberately with his hot tongue, teasing her core. She felt herself dripping, the heat was there again, even more intense than before. He was giving lazy flicks of his tongue, then titillated her with only the edge of it, and finally suckled her little nub inside his mouth, the sensations escalating until she couldn�t even think. It was so good�it was so near�.no, she couldn�t lose control, she shouldn�t. She tried to escape but he was holding her firmly, all she could do was writhing. She was really going to die this time, she had no more air in her lungs, she couldn�t breathe, and yet he was going on with his violently sweet torture. Each time she thought that she was going to reach again the wonderful pleasure which he had given before, he was holding on, keeping her on the threshold. How could he be so cruel? She needed it, needed it again, needed it too much. She didn�t control her body anymore, her mind neither, and she could only be dimly aware that she cried out, pleading for what he only could give her.

The following second, she felt his tongue entering her womanhood so delicately that every of her nerves tensed and she screamed under the unbearable pleasure, her body arching tightly before going boneless. She couldn�t stop shivering, she couldn�t gather a thought, and she barely felt him settling between her parted thighs. Only when she felt him at her entrance, she managed to open her eyes.

Saitoh caressed her hair out of her face, he barely held on himself, but he wanted her to know that she was becoming his. He wanted to watch her. As awareness dawned in her gray orbs, he slid his tongue into her mouth for a fierce, wild kiss, as he entered her in one deep thrust. He didn�t have enough restraint left to be gentle or slow. He didn�t want to be. He just wanted her to never forget the first time he had taken her, to brand her.

She stiffened at the sharp, overwhelming pain, her lungs emptying with the shock, brutally taken out of her trance and pleasant numbness. It hurt so much, so much that her eyes filled with reflexive tears, that she tried to escape his kiss, fighting for air, while clutching to him desperately, incomprehensibly hoping that he would take the pain away.

He parted from the kiss, savoring his victory. She was his. He had hurt her, yes, but he was going to please her again. He wanted to tell her, but she was tight, so tight around him, and warm and feeling so good�.He contained a growl. He was near his climax and even though he miraculously managed not to move, her walls naturally adjusting around him were adding to the pressure. He gathered the few of his self-control left as he crossed her lost gaze, and tried to withdraw slowly. He froze when she unexpectedly moved her hips, trying to keep in him, wincing and biting her swollen bottom lip as she hurt herself.

�Yours�� she murmured, her eyes searching his.

So that was what he had meant. That was what she had lacked before, she realized, beyond her shock and confusion. He was staring back at her, not moving, and the pain faded a bit. It didn�t hurt that much now. He was so deep inside her. That felt so strangely right, she didn�t want to lose that feeling. She was a little afraid that it might be painful again, but if it meant that she was his, she didn�t mind.

�Tokio�.� He let his head drop on her shoulder, whispering fiercely into her ear. �You�re mine, Tokio. Mine��

He couldn�t explain her more. He felt her shuddering and trying to move again. He blocked her hips with one hand.

�Shh. Let me show you�.�he found the force to add, gazing again into her eyes.

She nodded, her expression serious, trustful. Something snapped deep inside of him. He wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anything. All of her.

His face tensed, she felt him withdraw. When he entered her again, the soft sensation of him moving inside her, instead of the same sharp pain that she expected, overwhelmed her. It still hurt, but just a little, and she had never imagined such a thing, it was so�.special. He thrust again, and pleasure began to spread over her body.

She was his, at last, and that was all Saitoh could think about. She was so incredible, welcoming him already, her eagerness feeding his want, filling his senses. He couldn�t be slow, he had waited for too long, and he plunged into her in a wild rhythm, driven by a force that he didn�t understand. She responded to him, her body started to move along with his, her soft moans, answering his groans, telling him when she started to like what he was doing to her, arousing him even more if it was possible. No other man had ever touched her; no other would ever. This delicious, hot, enticing body was his and only his. She was murmuring incoherently, between louder and louder whimpers, saying to him how she liked it, how she wanted him, and he took that soft mouth again to drink her words. She was getting wild too, her tongue curling boldly around his, her nails digging in his back. When he knew that he was not going to last and that she was too spent already for him to take her with him, he slid one hand between their bodies to stroke her intimately. She came soon, her body tightening, her head jerking back, with a soft whimper of pleasure. His own climax hit him like a thunderbolt, the long-awaited release filling him as he used his last breath to say her name.

***

Tokio regained slowly consciousness. She was confused, she couldn�t move. She had just melted. She felt him leave her body and protested with the loss, protest he silenced under a kiss. She answered by a satisfied purr, and felt his lips twitching on hers. He was smirking. He eased himself on the futon next to her, and she sighed of contentment when she managed to close her arms around his waist. She began to realize all that had happened, to be self-conscious now that the fever had faded, and she didn�t want to. She wanted to enjoy it longer. If she had known that being married meant discovering that bliss, she would have accepted on the spot. She stayed a long moment like this, dozing off, content and safe, feeling his chest raising and falling steadily. He had fallen asleep, but she was too disturbed to. She felt so different. It had changed everything.

She was truly his wife now. She belonged to him. Until the moment he had possessed her, she hadn�t even been conscious that it was what she wanted, deep down, on a level and for reasons that she couldn�t identify yet. It was not being married, nor even the discovery of physical pleasure, that made her feel so�new. It was him. Being married to him, and being in his arms. She was as sure of it as the first time that he had kissed her. How could have she ever have had the idea to find another candidate? It seemed so utterly ludicrous to her. She had never wanted another man, and thinking about it, she was feeling repulsed at the idea now. She would never allow anybody but him to touch her�and she was quite certain that he wouldn�t allow it, either. No, never that would happen. She didn�t understand why, but that was a full certainty.

All this was too complicated to analyze now, and anyway there was no need to, just to accept the new state of her life. Not that it would be difficult. She could very easily get used to at least one aspect of marriage. She began to dwell with optimism on the perspective, securely pillowed against his torso, enjoying his warmth in spite of the heat, listening to the rain which had recommenced to fall. People complaining of it were either very unlucky, or morons, she concluded finally. The women of the court�

An incongruous idea popped into her mind and tired, she tried to discard it, yet it started to bother her so much that she finally brought herself to ask.

�Hajime?�

Her voice was deep and slightly raw. It was weird, and even weirder to call him by his first name, but she couldn�t imagine being formal when they were naked, on a futon still damp with the sweat of their lovemaking.

�Mmm?� he groaned after a long while.

�Is it always like this?�

�Like what?�

�So�..intense��wild?�

�It won�t hurt next time.�

�That�s not what I meant. When is it going to become a chore?�

He had been wishing that the damn woman would shut up and let him sleep more, but her words made him propping himself on his elbow, a bemused light in his eyes.

�Does it have to?� he answered, deadpan.

She laughed. He felt his groin tightening again, as her body was moving against his with each giggle.

�How stupid,� she then asserted, watching her hands playfully drawing the muscles of his ribcage.

�Can you share that thought?�

�These women, at the court, who talked about the duty of a spouse, are so stupid. Can you believe that?�

�Believe what?�

�How can you compare such a�wonderful thing to a duty?�

I�m glad that you liked it, he thought, because it won�t be long until we have it again. His exhaustion was fading along with the careless stroke of her slender fingers, leaving place to want. She was going on:

�But they say that husbands got fed up quickly, and had mistresses to��

Tokio pondered on it for a while, and suddenly rolled on top of him. Her lower body protested the move and she winced. She forgot it when he closed his arms around her, caressing her back tentatively. She needed to know, though.

�Do you ever plan to?�

�Moron.�

He bit his lip. That was a ridiculous question, and especially from wife to husband. But the bothering thing was that the idea itself appeared to him as even more ludicrous. He had enough complication with one woman, and particularly that one, to embarrass himself with yet another. And as for the physical needs�he had the feeling that he wouldn�t get tired of her in a very long time. His attempt at logic failed pitifully. The way he had felt, when she had said that she was his, had changed everything. No, it had revealed something, though it was too early for him to identify what, exactly. He wasn�t sure that he really wanted to know anyway.

Tokio gazed into his eyes and let out a satisfied smile. He had his hungry gaze and she felt him swelling as she drew closer. Perfect. He had liked it too, and he desired her again. She just had to make sure that he�d want her as much as she wanted him. She couldn�t imagine another man touching her, but she just couldn�t bear the thought of him with another. He was hers. How disturbing to be so upset at a mere idea.

�No you won�t. First, because if you ever were with another woman, the next time I�ll use a stone on someone�s head, it will be yours,� she murmured on her sweetest tone, concealing her degree of seriousness. �And be assured that I�ll practice my manslaughter skills on her.�

Impertinent little thing. He should be furious at her arrogance but he was flattered in some way, very moronically, and he ended up mildly annoyed. Vanity was ridiculous but the idea that she could be jealous was unfortunately pleasing his ego. Nevertheless, he was the one issuing this kind of ultimatums. She shouldn�t have forgotten it so fast, hence he decided to give her a new lesson and to teach her that she had to show him more respect.

She kissed his neck, purring like a well-fed kitten, and turned her gray eyes to him again, smiling with delicious eagerness.

�And don�t forget that tonight was only my first attempt�.Maybe I could get good at it?�

Irresistible, this was what she was. He wasn�t even annoyed anymore. She admitted that she wanted to please him. Yes, vanity was ridiculous, and he would scold himself for his stupidity. Later.

�With some practice,� he suggested, sitting up and settling her on his lap.

�Oh, of course, I think that I need a lot of practice. You�ll teach me, then?� she asked again, faking innocence but her eyes daring.

He couldn�t help but smile back, before entering her game.

�I�m reputed to be a demanding teacher,� he informed her detachedly, his hands closing about her breasts to stroke them softly.

�Oh, you mean�rough?�

She sounded delighted at the perspective, though she had tried to look appalled. Her eyes were telling him that she wanted him to be, that she liked him to be. She was just perfect. He pulled her closer, his mouth an inch from hers.

�You know, I think that finally, I�m really going to like being married�.� she whispered in a breath.

�Not nearly as much as I am,� he conceded, before closing the distance between them.

To be continued�

This is the first lemon that I wrote�years ago. It has been revised and edited since, of course and fortunately. And another �virgin lemon�, even less realistic than the one in �Odds and Ends� probably, and no those still aren�t my favorites. I love contemporary AUs because I don�t have obligatorily to include this little annoyance, LOL. Women�s liberation did also a lot for lemon authors.*grins*

Next chapter: Epilogue, taking place in Aizu. The little cameo that I promised and a little point made on the evolution of the characters.
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