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After the Candles Go Out	By : KatDiva Category: +M to R > Nana Views: 6201 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Nana, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to Ai Yazawa. Also please forgive any Japanese names of places that I misspell, I don’t speak Japanese, unfortunately!

Flashback: Takumi remembers back on the first night he had with Nana Komatsu, the night it all started for them.

Chapter 2: Ebb and Flow

Takumi raised the pack of Gitanes to his mouth and gave it a shake so that one rose to his lips. He replaced the pack of cigarettes into his inner jacket chest pocket, and reached for the car lighter with his left hand as his right hand held the steering wheel. What a bore it is to be stuck in traffic again, and so early in the morning! It’s not even dawn yet, and already Tokyo is alive with cars inching their way to their destinations.

He adjusted his rear view mirror idly, and took in his reflection. The telltale circles under his eyes revealed his lack of sleep last night, he admitted, and regretfully shook his head, tossing his silky, long hair back on the headrest of his Mercedes Jeep.

Why had he been so awful last night to Nana?

Why couldn’t he accept her impetuousness, when he knew how she felt about Shin and the rest of her Black Stones friends?

“Because you don’t want to risk losing her to them,” he countered back, challenging his own reflection.

Did he expect her to kowtow to his every whim? Did he think she was supposed to stay home, just as the cliché ‘barefoot and pregnant’ demanded?

He puffed on the cigarette as the red coils from the lighter touched the tip, slowly burning the paper and tobacco as he inhaled it. He lazily exhaled as he thought of how he took advantage of her last night. The memory of the tumultuous sex they had caused him to push his sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose, hiding not only the circles under his eyes, but also the naked remorse he could see in his own reflection.

He glanced at his watch and again at the congestion around him. He recalled another day, several months before when he had been stuck in traffic, and called Nana for the first time. He grinned as he recalled how nervous she was in the car sitting next to him.

The car ahead had barely moved in the five minutes. He closed his eyes, dragging deeply on his cigarette, and reached for the memory of a happier time.

“What a coincidence,” he said to Hachi. He was so surprised to find her in Omote-sandou by random chance!

“Where should we go? Is it a problem if you get back late? Do you have the day off tomorrow?” He was trying to think of someplace nice to take her to dinner. But as he looked over at her, he saw her hand trembling with nervousness as she answered him. He tried calming her down, but she was so jittery, and her face was blushing scarlet, which made him actually start to feel nervous himself!

He had only intended to call her and thank her for the delicious meal that she had prepared for the group of friends the night before. God, that woman could throw a meal together! He was so sick of restaurant food, and he hated cooking himself. Trapnest was touring, and they ate take out dinners that were either delivered to their rooms, or they had some gopher go pick them up. But Hachi’s homemade meal was superb. He especially loved the juicy tomatoes that were not too ripe, but were succulent and tasty! He chuckled as he recalled Nana’s state when he sat down on the floor as she cut up those tomatoes. She was silly … he thought she must be over reacting, until she wished him and his group good luck on their tour, and to “keep up the good work.” She seriously recognized them for their work and talent.

As she flitted around the small apartment that night like a busy hummingbird, refilling dishes, serving everyone, being the perfect hostess, he was enthralled. Most fan girls would be trying to get close to him, staring at him, even coming on to him, but not this girl. She wasn’t ignoring him, but she wasn’t exactly falling over herself to get to him either. “Interesting…” he thought, as he watched her pick up the dishes and carry them to the sink.

Then she disappeared into a bedroom with Shin and Nobu, playing cards. “Very interesting,” he surmised as he reached for another beer.

“Hey Nana,” he called to Ren’s girl, Nana O., “Any more beer?”

That’s when Nana O. had sent Nobu off to get more beer. What surprised him was how Hachi had volunteered to go with Nobu to help him carry it.

“Gets better all the time,” Takumi concluded.

After Hachi and Nobu had left he got the phone call from the Trapnest manager, asking him to come over and work on their next location coming up in two days time.

“Time for the fun to begin,” Takumi told Ren and the others as he got up to leave.

“Another one of your late night rendezvous, ne Takumi?” Ren chided.

“Yep, you know how it is. They just can’t get enough of me.” He picked up his pack of cigarettes, placed them in his shirt pocket and headed to the door.

“Takumi has a booty call!” yelled Shin.

“You were lucky at Mah Jong tonight Shin, next time I’ll show you how to really play,” he said with false bravado.

“Hey Takumi,” Shin rebounded, “Remember that promise!”

As Takumi headed down the seven flights of stairs from the apartment he had regretted not being able to wait until Hachi returned. There was definitely something about that girl that intrigued him. She was cute, not beautiful. It wasn’t anything he could put his finger on… but he liked her. He liked the sound of her laughter when she joked with her friends, and how much she gave of herself in cooking for them. Not to mention how delicious her meal was! Maybe it was something about the innocence she personified, so unscathed by the world that he lived in.

He would ask Ren or Yasu for her phone number, because this wasn’t the end of Nana Komatsu.

And he had done just that... He sighed as he recalled their first night together.

Taking a deep drag off of his cigarette he remembered the warm, reddened cheeks as he walked up to her while she gazed outside the hotel’s high wall of glass in their suite. The window was uncovered, and went from floor to ceiling.

Takumi sauntered up behind her and nuzzled his nose into her hair, as he wrapped his hands around her collarbone, pulling her back into his chest.

Below them, Tokyo shimmered with night life, and above them the half moon shone bright and clear, illuminating the gold in Nana’s hair.

Nana took a step back and Takumi's free hand slid up to her neck, pulling her in. Takumi’s mouth leaned in firmly over hers. Nana froze, stunned by the action. When a soft tongue teased the crease of her lips she reacted without thinking. She opened and Takumi's tongue immediately slid into her mouth. Nana clutched the man's arms and moaned as Takumi's tongue began to massage hers. Her body began to warm and her knees weakened.

"Hold up for me, love," Takumi whispered against her lips. "There's so much more to come."

"May I -- may I ask you something?" Nana said hesitantly.

Takumi tried to catch her eye in the reflection of the window, but her gaze was skittish. He looked outside to study the evening skyline instead. "Of course."

Without the pressure of Takumi's gaze, Nana was able to look at the musician's reflection. "Why are you here? Why ... with me?"

Because you are the most intriguing creature I have ever met in my life, Takumi thought to himself. You have an allure to weaken my knees and yet you are unaware of it yourself.

But such words might have scared her away, so he said instead, "I find you refreshing. The work that I do can be lonely and tiresome. It's enough to make a man lose interest in that which used to make him happy. You, on the other hand, are the opposite of all of that. At the risk of sounding like I'm courting you" -- which I am -- "you are the light that someone like me, yearns for."

Takumi leaned down and kissed her so tenderly... Nana had never dreamed it would be so soft, so gentle that it left her in a quivering puddle at the man's feet. Lips coaxed her own. Utterly trusting, she opened to Takumi, allowing a curious tongue to slip forward and enter his mouth in an intimate joining.

She moaned at the tender invasion, losing the strength to stand. Takumi caught her, pressing her back against him. Nothing could drown out the sound of her heartbeat stampeding wildly in Nana's chest. Her senses were spinning. She could hardly breathe. It was almost frightening how quickly and completely she was losing control of her body and yet it was exciting. To give in to Takumi's knowledgeable caresses, to surrender herself to his confidence, knowing that she was being led to a wondrous place ... Never let this end, Nana thought dizzily, never.

Takumi's tongue stroked over her own. It pumped across that wet flesh in an elemental rhythm that made Nana tighten her legs around a raging, pulsing need. Timidly, Nana let her tongue entangle with his and when she did, Takumi moaned into her mouth. Nana nearly exploded at the sound. Takumi's passion. For her. Because of her. Nana's own moan eclipsed Takumi’s as she clutched helplessly at the window in front of her. She was so weak she feared she might collapse.

Takumi's mouth tore away from hers to whisper, "Breathe, Nana. Breathe. I've got you." The hands around Nana's waist stroked her comfortingly. "You're doing fine.” He gently turned her to face him and wrapped her in his arms.

Then he was back to kissing the length of her neck again and there was no room left in Nana's consciousness for anything else. She leaned more boldly into him now, urging bodies together more tightly. She wanted to climb onto Takumi. She wanted to merge with him so that all she felt for the rest of his life was this.

As her knees buckled under her from his caressing kisses along her neck and throat, Takumi reached down and in one fell swoop took Nana into his arms and carried her to the bed.

He laid her down and with his dark eyes, he took in her beauty and he was heightened with lust. She was no longer timid. He knew this wasn’t her first time, but it was her first time with him.

"I need to slow you down, Nana. You're like a wild mare running loose." Takumi bent and brushed his lips over Nana's. "But don't worry. I'm more than up to the challenge of taming you. We've a long night ahead of us, love. This is only the beginning."

He dipped down to kiss her, and slowly coaxed her mouth open again. Their tongues languishingly explored each other’s mouths as he caressed her neck and then gently pulled the bathrobe off her shoulder, exposing her milky white shoulder.

He nuzzled her ear, and interchangeably kissed and licked her ear and lobe, tugging on her ear lobe with his teeth, exploring and nibbling his way down her neck. She shivered, and it made him smile because she was so honest with her reactions. She didn’t try to fake modesty or come on too strong, she ran her fingers in his hair and pulled him in closer to her.

When Nana trembled at the feel of Takumi's tongue sliding up the curve of her ear, Takumi did it again, mercilessly licking until Hachi twisted beneath him. And when the legs on either side of his hips fell open just a little more, Takumi rolled himself hard against Nana's warmth to make her moan.

Takumi pushed his hips against Nana in time, and it dazed Hachi’s senses, it felt like she was being penetrated by Takumi and consumed by him at the same time. It was a rhythm meant to unravel her, without even entering her.

He let release a low growl, “Mmm you smell so fresh and clean,” he mumbled as he opened her bathrobe even wider, slipping his hand in and very lightly brushing over her breasts. She shivered again, turning her head to the side with a moan. That pleased him, to see how quickly she reacted to his touch. Yes, she was a very honest and passionate woman.

He pulled himself up in order to get a full view of her. She didn’t try to cover herself, but just stared back at him, with a slight embarrassment, and a very intense look of longing. He raised her left arm above her and kissed the tender underarm area, which he discovered to be very ticklish for her. He didn’t let her pull away, as he grinned to himself, he continued a path down along the far side of her left breast while slowly dragging his left hand up and down her right arm ever so softly, barely touching her. His feather-like strokes sent chills through Hachi. The only part of Takumi she could reach was his head and shoulders, so she continued to play with his long, silky hair.

“I love your hair, Takumi.” She whispered, “It’s amazing.”

With that he brought himself up and over her once again, and leaned down into her so that his hair lightly dragged on top of her … very slowly sweeping his hair up and down her breasts and stomach. “Oh God,” Hachi called out, as he continued sweeping his hair lightly across her torso again and again she clenched the sides of the sheets next to her. That action brought such a rise of passion out of her that she lifted herself up and pulled Takumi to her, and kissed him deeply. She pressed herself against Takumi, wanting him. She loved the feel of herself against his naked chest. He tenderly pushed her back down, and raised himself up on his hands just enough to be centimeters away. His hair fell down over her and she loved the feeling it gave them, it was so private and personal, who knew that long hair would be such a turn on?

Takumi gently grazed her body with his own, hovering himself over her, he let his chest barely touch her nipples. He showered her face with soft, ghostlike kisses, as he felt her nipples grow hard under him. Hachi tried to press into him but he lifted away teasingly. She knew it excited him as well, because she felt his manhood growing harder as he teased her.

“Takumi, I want you,” she admitted openly.

“I know,” he said a bit too arrogantly. “But you’ll have to wait.”

He resumed his shower of kisses, stopping to suck on her chin, and then continuing down her neck. He kissed her directly down in the middle of her breasts, and then around each one… with this palm of his hand he brushed over each pink bud, and she started squeezing her legs together. “Patience, sweet Nana, Patience.”

“I thought you were in hurry!” she accused with exasperation, recalling how he openly kissed her in public, at a traffic light and then quickly suggested they have dinner in the hotel!

“I am” he agreed, “Now, let me show you how come I play bass so well.”

With that he reached down between them, and gently caressed her with his feathery touches, almost as if his fingers were like a soft rain. He drew small circles around her belly, then traced a light trail down her abdomen. Hachi felt her hips lifting up, rising of their own accord, trying to get him closer to her heat, but he just reached further down, on her inner thigh, and continued playing his silent masterpiece on her inner leg, moving ever so slowly up.

Hachi was aching to be touched, she ached for his entrance, and tugged on his hair as he suckled her breasts. He grinned at her impatience, and reached in between her folds, probing her, and finally entering her with his middle finger. She threw her head back and gasped, as his thumb found its target and rubbed against her. It was as if she had become illuminated, gasping and softly moaning. Damn she turned him on with her openness!

He continued to work her, as he lightly kissed her belly. She breathed in deeply, causing her tummy to tuck in, while rising to meet his fingers, and give them better access. She opened her legs wider as he kissed his way down lower.

She jumped at the first wave of electricity shot through her. Takumi felt her response, and could tell by how wet she was that she craved him now. He continued to play with her with his fingers, moving them masterfully in and out of her, while his thumb conquered her.

“Now Takumi!” cried Hachi, “I want you inside me now!”

But this was only his appetizer… and he planned on having at least a five or six course meal of Hachi tonight. This woman was amazing. She was passionate, and she wanted him.

She hadn’t tried to nail him down with any sort of commitment beforehand. He liked how she responded to his every touch, and how she didn’t try to make anything more of it. She gave herself to him freely. What was it that she said? “I’m not worth spending the whole night with anyway.”

He couldn’t spend the whole night with her, because of the tour the following day, but the time he could spend would be spent showing her just how much she was worth.

Spreading her legs completely open, he took her with his mouth, and sheer pleasure filled him as he watched her buck fiercely. He used his tongue expertly as he suckled and let it dance in and out, around and flickered against her most intimate pleasure nub.

The taste and smell of Nana spurred Takumi nearly over the edge. He swirled his tongue wetly inside her, sucking and licking all that he could reach, before he had to pull away. Nana whimpered and yanked at Takumi's hair, trying to urge him back, but Takumi would have none of it. He refused to rush this.

She screamed out his name as she desperately reached for him, but he responded by grinding his face in deeper, moaning himself, while his own hardness throbbed.

He loved her taste, and lapped up her juices, driving her to a point of no return.

The turbulent waves rolled up her body as she frantically grabbed at the sheets. Takumi raised his head to watch her as she gave in to her climax, she looked beautiful. The spasms shot through her in every direction with a rush of an explosion.

She was breathing so hard that he watched her chest rise and fall as it glistened with perspiration.

He moved to lie next to her and kissed her while moving strands of hair from her face, where it stuck, wet and tangled. She could taste herself on his lips, amazed at his unselfishness as a lover. She sighed deeply into his mouth as he raised himself to look into her eyes.

She was still glowing, and he liked it.

“Why do they call you Hachi?” he asked curiously.

Her eyes closed as she tried to calm her breathing. She smiled at the name, and replied, “Nana gave that name to me, because she says I’m like a puppy. I can be very needy I guess.” She shrugged, “Maybe I need lots of attention.”

“Is that so?” replied Takumi. “A puppy, eh?”

With a knowing smirk, he leaned down for a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt of his glorious hair again, running her fingers through it.

He quickly pulled her up into a sitting position, broke the kiss, and then swiftly turned her around to face the bed.

“Takumi?” she questioned.

“Time for the second course of my meal, little Miss Puppy,” he responded. And with that he lifted her up onto all fours, while he leaned over her and began kissing her the nape of her neck. She leaned forward, unsure of this position, and he rocked her gently back closer to him. He nibbled and kissed her back, almost like tracing a map on it, inch by inch and she began a gentle rocking motion on her own.

He reached around her and claimed both of her breasts with his hands, and squeezed firmly and then bringing each nipple to a tip he tugged and then returned the caressing. She arched her back downwards, trying to lean into his palms and get closer to him with her rear. She rubbed herself against him, feeling of his hardness, and wanting to sheath it within her. The rocking had increased, and he knew it was time to take her.

He released her breasts and slowly moved each hand up and down the backs of her thighs, with his feathery touch, each finger pad lightly trickling across the backs of her legs, as if they played on an invisible piano.

She pressed backward against him, and he couldn’t resist any longer.

He guided himself just to her entry, rubbing himself in between her folds. Nana was impatient, already dripping for him, she pressed back into him, but Takumi responded by slowly pressing the tip of his member into her, torturing her with the sensation of promise. Hachi didn’t want him slow or gentle now, she wanted him inside her, completely! She pushed back up against him, impaling herself with him, sucking him into her. She threw her head back with pleasure as she felt him enter her. God, he was so hard and manly! Takumi hissed with pleasure.

He grasped her hips as he began to pump her… she felt so good to him. She wiggled and writhed magically responding to him, tightening her muscles and the hold on him inside, while she shimmied her hips for him. He was in complete ecstasy. This woman was incredible!

“God, Nana, you’re going to be the end of me if you keep this up!”

He leaned in closer, pulling her to him, he could feel how tight she was, as he crashed up against her abdomen. She was on fire as she went into a frenzy, and banged back and forth, increasing her speed and strong hold on him.

“Moto!” She moaned, “More, More!”

The sound of flesh slapping together increased with each time that she slammed herself against him. He squeezed her tight, white globes, loving how small and petite she was! He felt her moan intensify and couldn’t believe that she was coming again so quickly!

He wanted to see her face again as she came, so he abruptly stopped, pulled out, and she almost screamed in disappointment.

He would have chuckled at the control he had over her, if he wasn’t so desperate in need for her at this moment! He was losing himself in her.

“I want to see you, Nana.”

He laid on his back, and brought her on top of him. Her head leaned forward and because of her hair falling forward, he couldn’t see her face.

“Nana,” he reached for her chin and raised it higher, “I need to see you.”

She slowly looked up at him, and had tears in her eyes. He froze.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, and rose up to take him inside her. She held him pressed up against her entrance, just rubbing his tip up and down her folds. Takumi closed his eyes as he felt the throbbing pleasure. He smiled as she slowly pressed down onto him, then pulled back up and out… repeating this sweet torture again and again.

He reached up to her breasts and pinched her nipples before squeezing them together. He sat up to suckle them and let Nana sit into a lap as he continued to enter her. He held her against him, and she strongly grinded on top of him. She began gyrating her hips into figure eight motions, and he pushed himself as far in as possible. Her inner muscles squeezed him tighter and he could no longer hold back.

As he quickened his pace, pushing in harder, Nana leaned in to kiss him. In the middle of the kiss she pulled away to scream. The knowledge of her climax, and the sudden tightening of the muscles along his swollen shaft made Takumi groan gutturally on Nana's throat. His seed shot from his body with a force that shook him. His teeth bit softly into her neck and deep inside Nana, Takumi made his presence known. He leaned fully into her, laying her on her back.

Takumi's entire body shivered with reaction. His arms shook, unable to hold himself up. Pulling air into his strained lungs, he collapsed on top Nana.

They both embraced each other, facing each other and held on so tight that when they pulled apart, they were both covered in sweat.

She smiled dazedly at him and leaned forward to start licking his lips with her tongue.

Takumi chuckled, and said, “I guess you are kind of like a puppy after all.”

She ribbed him with her elbow, and he pulled up her chin so she could look at him, “Don’t ever think you’re not worth an entire night,” he said with a serious look on his face. He meant it too. She was unlike any other woman he had had sex with. And it wasn’t just about the sex either. Something about her drew him in so entirely that it scared him.

“Takumi must have a lot of “puppies”,” Hachi realized she had said that out loud, and then covered her mouth in surprise.

He just laughed in return, and leaned in to kiss her, “Not as many as everyone seems to think.”

He leaned over her with all of his weight, laying her down again, kissing her and combing back her hair with his fingers. Hachi tried to look up at the clock to see what time it was because she knew he had to meet the tour bus at dawn.

“Don’t worry about it, Nana,” he whispered into her ear, “I still have at least four more courses to go.”

Her eyes opened wide at that revelation, “You’re going to kill me! I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He chuckled as he kissed the tip of her nose, “Something tells me you’ve either only been with boys, or old men. Either way, they were very selfish lovers.”

He eased out of bed and went to the mini bar and filled up two glasses of water, and brought them back.

As she drank greedily from the glass, he moved across the room and got a chair from the dining table in their suite, and brought it next to the closet which had sliding mirrored doors. She looked up at him and asked, “What are you doing now, rearranging the furniture?”

He smiled and threw his head back as he emptied his glass of water.

“Nana, you’re beautiful when you make love. I want you to see yourself, see how you look,” as he lowered himself into the chair.

“What?” she asked incredulously.

“I want you to face me and sit near the edge of the bed.”

“Eh?” was all that she managed to reply.

“Nana, just do it, sit near the edge of the bed and face me.”

She shrugged as she moved nervously onto the edge of the bed and faced Takumi. “Now what?”

“Now you’re going to pleasure yourself, while I watch you, and you’re going to look into the mirror while you do it.”

“EHHH!” Nana yelled. “Ecchi! No way! Impossible!” She shook her head back and forth closing her eyes.

“Course three, Nana,” Takumi instructed, “I know you want to give me pleasure, ne?”

She couldn’t believe what he was asking her to do. This man was… insatiable! How could any woman do this and not die from embarrassment? How appalling to even attempt such a thing!

Takumi had his eyes hooded with anticipation, “Nana,” he said softly to her, “Pretend it’s me touching you. Watch me watch you.”

He licked his lips seductively, and she let out a nervous laugh. She lowered her head, and looked down at her hands. Was she really going to try and do this crazy thing? She had never masturbated in her life, and now in front of this man? Trapnest’s Takumi Ichinose!

“I’m waiting Nana,” he prodded, “You can do this, for me.”

She looked up at him, silently pleading him to change his mind, but he wouldn’t budge. She drew a deep sigh and then thanked the Demon King that the lights were out, and the only illumination in the room came from the city lights and the half moon that reflected in the skyscraper windows.

Her left hand tenuously began to feel of her own right breast. Takumi lowered his voice and huskily instructed, “Softly Nana, ever so softly… those are my hands, remember?” She flashed a glare at him but he only continued to stare at her, resolute and determined as hell.

She lightly brushed both of her palms across each breast, and closed her eyes as she leaned her head back. “Now lightly squeeze each one,” Takumi coached her.

She felt pleasure in hearing his voice, and pretended that this was indeed Takumi touching her. Her hands explored her own body, tentatively at first, and then more confidently as she caressed, squeezed, and rubbed her upper torso all over.

“Nana, take your right hand, and lick your first two fingers,” her coach continued, “Suck on them for me.” She followed his instructions again, and sucked on her own fingers barely opening her eyes as she peeked over at him. His eyes were fully dilated, as he held the armrests of his captain’s chair.

“I want you to feel yourself, Nana,” he told her, “Bring your fingers down and let them discover your wetness. Feel how hot you are inside.”

Nana opened her eyes and looked directly at Takumi, “Now, Nana, now.”

Her pulse raced as she reached down and felt of herself, she closed her eyes and tossed her head back as she let a moan escape. Oh this felt so good! She clumsily copied what Takumi had done earlier, with his own hands, just much less adeptly.

The moonlight shone from the windows, casting his face in dim light, but Hachi could still read the hunger there in Takumi’s eyes.

Takumi’s grin of satisfaction spread as he felt himself grow hard. Takumi's eyes were riveted to Nana's hands and the path they took as they rubbed up and down. He shuddered. She was a virgin to this, and that gave him even greater satisfaction. He coaxed her gently, “Find the clitoris, at the tip of your entrance, Nana,” he directed, “You’ll know when you find it” he encouraged, “Rub it, fast and hard.”

She tried to find the spot he had found so expertly earlier, but she was not so sure where it was! She knew the general vicinity, but she fumbled around clumsily until a jolt went through her. She gasped.

“That’s it, Nana,” he congratulated her, “Now move your fingers faster, and harder.”

Her head leaned further back as she felt the bubbling heat come below her. Takumi ached as he watched her in all her glory. God this was sweet torture! He hurt just watching her!

Her moaning deepened and grew louder, when Takumi commanded, “Open your eyes, Nana, and look at yourself in the mirror!”

She didn’t even question him anymore, she was lost in a sea of passion, and couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. She opened her eyes, and watched herself as she continued to feel the ripples of shock waves go through her. She watched him watch her.

"Nana, imagine that I'm inside your body. Imagine that you've parted your legs for me and allowed me to dip inside -- deep where you're most sensitive. Where it makes you moan to feel me."

Her head rolled back, but she kept her eyes hooded and held Takumi’s eyes to hers, also watching her own seductive reflection in the mirror behind him. Takumi sunk lower into his chair.

“Takumi…” Hachi panted as she worked herself harder. Faster.

“God, you’re so erotic!” he whispered, straining to keep from jacking off while watching her. This was so fulfilling, just watching her come.

"Nana, my pleasure is yours. And yours is mine."

Those words burned in her as she saw what he had seen for the first time, she saw what she looked liked when she climaxed. The heat burst into an explosion and she screamed, as she collapsed backwards onto the bed.

He pounced on her immediately and deeply kissed her mouth, mounting her without hesitation. He grinded his teeth together as he leaned down to her right ear, and said, “Course four will have to be a short one love, Gomen! You’re just too damn sexy for me to bear anymore.”

He raised her legs up onto his shoulders and leaned down forward as far as she would allow, bending her into position that sent him soaring. She didn’t complain, and permitted him to discover just how flexible she really was. They both groaned loudly as Takumi slowly eased in, his body squeezing every inch that pushed into it. By the time he'd settled against Nana’s buttocks, Takumi was on the verge of release. Below him, Nana didn't look much better.

"You're so tight -- so tight!"

Takumi arched his neck back as Nana gave an experimental squeeze. "Ah, God! Don't!"

Hachi giggled, suddenly loving this position. "Why, Takumi? Does that feel good?" She did it again and was rewarded with Takumi's shuddery moan. The sound made Hachi shiver.

Takumi's eyes turned black as he watched Nana's reaction. "The way you look right now . . ." he sighed hungrily.

"Take me," Nana demanded, bracing her hands on the sides of the bed. "Take me hard, Takumi. I want to feel you!"

Unable to stand it, Takumi pounded deep inside Nana, pumping her furiously.

“Oh God, Takumi,” Nana cried, “Slow down! I’m going to … going to…!”

"Nana," he whispered. There was more in his voice than even he expected to hear.

A little afraid, a little desperate, Takumi bore down on the slender body beneath his. He lifted Nana's leg higher and angled himself carefully. He began to make short, hard jabs directly against the center of Hachi's pleasure. She let out a strangled cry, her head arching back against the pillow. Her nails dug into Takumi's skin painfully. The musician knew this was the end for them both and began to piston faster.

Hachi's voice grew hoarse with her short cries. Takumi had never heard anyone lose their voice while in the throes of their passion. It left his mouth dry, his heart a stampeding pain in his chest. Not thinking at all, controlled by forces he couldn't name, he leaned forward and muffled Nana's cries with his mouth.

As he felt himself ebbing and flowing into the electrical current, he released her legs, and lay on top of her, so he could kiss her.

"Do it," Takumi rasped, her body tightened as orgasm roared up on her. "God, Nana, come for me!"

He then sucked on the pulse at her collarbone leaving a purple mark as he thrust harder and faster. A cry came shooting from his mouth as climaxed. Takumi managed to peel his eyelids open in time to see Nana's face flush with color as her release overcame her.

Takumi leaned over her and kissed her gently, talking her through the intense release as Nana shook and shivered beneath him. She moaned as she finally collapsed beneath weakly.

Both of them were drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He drew a deep breath and exhaled. “If that isn’t cigarette material, I don’t know what is!” He said as he leaned over and withdrew one of his Gitanes. He gently stroked her arm with a fingertip as he watched her start to doze off to sleep.

Reaching for her hair, he carefully ran his fingers through it, smiling to himself as he realized his hair was just a tad bit longer than hers. He listened to their hearts slow to a reasonable pace as he watched the smoke he exhaled. What kind of crazy madness was this, that caused him to feel as if he were sinking deeply into a pool of quicksand… but instead of feeling panicked, he felt warmth, and reassurance? It made no sense.

He took a few more drags from his cigarette before extinguishing it, and cradled up her against him.

“Ne, Nana, we still have two more courses to go… no sleeping allowed just yet.”

She smiled lazily and knew the man must be kidding… it was already well past midnight, and she knew he had to go soon. He kissed her forehead, her nose and then gently brushed his lips against her mouth.

“I guess we can skip course five, and move on to six, if you’re that tired,” he concluded.

“Takumi has to leave soon,” Nana whispered almost asleep now.

“Course six calls for a change of scenery,” he said affirmatively, “I am thinking the shower will do just fine.” He gathered her into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom. Hachi opened her eyes wide, “You’re kidding right?”

“One thing I never kid about,” said Takumi, “is my sixth course!”

And with that he reached to turn on the shower.

A horn blasted behind him, bringing him out of his revelry. Damn, he had completely forgotten he was driving to meet the tour bus and had zoned out! His Nana was no ordinary woman. His?

He glanced down to his lap, and smirked at the tent that he saw. He briefly cupped himself to try and ease the discomfort. Miss Nana Komatsu had given him a hard on just remembering their night together! He readjusted his his trousers pushing himself back down as he lit a second cigarette with his first one.

He would just have to look her up again, when he got back from tour. She owed him a home cooked meal, and he owed her course number five. He could think of so many more courses for her! She was a light weight after all, and only able to deal with a few courses last night, he chuckled to himself.

He thought about how they’d have to start all over from course one again, since he enjoyed her so much! He never had a six course night before, he chuckled. He only arrogantly ever fantasized that he could perhaps fulfill this desire one night in the future. But that future was upon him now, with Nana. He knew he would never get enough of her. He would see her again, and again.

The cars ahead of him had increased from a stand still to a slow crawl, and Takumi realized how much he had wanted Nana in his life, forever. He fingered an unlit cigarette and tried to remember when the deciding factor was for him? And as he tucked the remaining unlit cigarette behind one of his ears, he looked at his reflection again in the rear view mirror.

“It was from that first night… I claimed her as mine then.” If he hadn’t, he would have protected himself, the way he did with his other lovers. He would have asked if she had been taking birth control, and even if the answer was yes, he would have used protection. It wasn’t like him to be so reckless. He knew that subconsciously he must have wanted Nana to become his, in every way possible, including being the mother of his children.

“And now she may leave you, you dumbass fool.” He wouldn’t let that happen. Nana was a part of his life, a part of him. He would do whatever it took to hold her where she belonged, next to him. He would protect her and their baby. He would try and become less angry with her when she defied him.

A cold chill ran up his back, “What if it’s not enough? What if she does leave me?”

He reached down to turn the volume of the CD player up higher, trying to drown out his own insecurities. He would never let that happen. Leaving wasn’t an option. He knew what her weakness was, and he would exploit it as often as he could, making love to her and showering her with attention so that she knew how much he loved her.

“No my love, neither of us have the luxury of surviving without the other anymore.”

He would have to talk to his manager soon about moving up their wedding date. He wanted Nana Komatsu to become Nana Ichinose soon, so she would know how committed her was to her.

“She has changed your life,” he dawned with reason, “It’s no longer just you anymore, and never will be from this day forward.” The realization warmed him with comfort and love.

With thoughts of a new found family he took eased the Mercedes forward, just opposite the speed he brought Nana into his life…full speed ahead, with no regrets.
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