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Granting Favors	By : Eiji Category: +. to F > Flame of Recca Views: 9509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Gomen for not updating any sooner. I apologize for the long wait but I will make it up to you by uploading a new chapter each week. Thank you for putting up with my story and for the amazing reviews. I appreciate them very much. ^^

Disclaimer: Characters in the story aren’t mine. They belong to Nobuyuki Anzai.

Granting Favors

“Something wrong?” Tokiya questioned the moment he found Fuuko standing on the other side of his bedroom door at three in the morning. With thoughts filled with nothing but of her, he had been lying on his bed and staring at the shadows the coffered ceiling created, thinking of how to patch things up with Fuuko when the said woman suddenly knocked lightly on his door.

He immediately shot out of his bed, thinking that Fuuko needed him, medically that is, if she disturbed him at such an ungodly hour. Swinging the door open, he quickly checked if she was in pain physically, taking in her fresh appearance in a light green halter top and blue jeans, her camera bag hanging on her left shoulder. When he found nothing wrong with her, he looked back to her dark eyes and slightly frowned. “What is it? Are you in pain?”

Fuuko grinned in response, causing his frown to darken. “Get dressed, Mi-chan. We’re going out.”

It took a while for Tokiya to formulate a response, “What? At three a.m.?”

“Yep!” Fuuko pointed to her camera, “We’re going mountain climbing!”

Confusion instantaneously taking over his worry, Tokiya merely continued to look at her incredulously. Well, whatever answer he was expecting, it wasn’t that. “Mountain climbing?”

“We’re going to watch the sun rise over the city,” Fuuko said excitedly. “It’s been so long since I last saw it, maybe back in grade school or something, and I just thought you might want to join me. Come on, we have less than three hours to reach the peak. We’re going to take the train to--”

“Watch the sunrise?” he interrupted her excited chatter, the thought seemingly unable to register in his muddled brain. Strangely, he couldn’t grasp the mundane idea of Fuuko suddenly wanting to see the sunrise from the top of a mountain. The idea was so impulsive, not to mention dangerous for a lone woman to do, that it left Tokiya reeling. Then again, this was Fuuko Kirisawa after all. Spontaneity was her middle name. “You want to see the sunrise up on a mountain?”

“Yeah! Aren’t you excited?” Fuuko smiled. “Japan is called the Land of the Rising Sun, you remember? And, being the proud citizens that we are, we should appreciate that title and experience the wonder of watching a new day breaking with our own eyes.”

“Are you serious?” Tokiya asked in horrid fascination at her sappy attitude.

In response, she lifted her hands in a shooing away motion, a gesture that clearly told him to move along and to stop wasting time. “So, come on, you have 15 minutes to get ready.”

“To get ready?” Tokiya repeated incredulously. How could watching the sunrise be this exciting for a person?

“Gee, is there an echo in here?”

Tokiya frowned at her playful remark and made up his mind. Since he couldn’t let her go alone, he just had to accompany her in this ridiculous quest. “Wait for me in the living room while I go take a quick shower,” he growled before closing the door.

* * *

Tokiya looked up at the frequently used mountain path that led to the peak with the glorious view of the sunrise overlooking Tokyo. He mentally sighed. He didn’t know what Fuuko was up to, not that he ever did anyway. For a relatively simple woman, she can be so complex as well.

She was a continuing blur of activities, a person who lived everyday to the fullest, one who relished life with every breath that she took. This he noticed even back in high school when he first met her and more so during the Ura Buto Satsujin. She was vibrant and intoxicatingly alive. And that’s what made her so special.

Sometimes, he ended up feeling as if a whirlwind suddenly ransacked his calm and systematic life. Being with Fuuko was both interesting and tiring, though one would feel the exhaustion only after she’s left the room. Tokiya often felt that she took the warmth and life with her whenever he was without her presence. And the thought was extremely depressing.

Fuuko was the wind… the air. Something one cannot live without. She breathed life into things around her, enticed them to live and delight in their vitality. She was wild and passionate. And he knew she would be like that in bed.

Tokiya bit back a groan and without a word, started to trek toward the mountain peak. Here he was, fantasizing about her again. He should have learned his lesson yesterday, when he almost destroyed their friendship because of his uncontrollable lust. Speaking of which, he hadn’t apologized to her. Not yet. But he would soon rectify that.

He cleared his throat and was about to say something when a low playful wolf-whistle interrupted him. He looked back at her who was walking five paces behind him. “You have a finely shaped ass, Mi-chan,” she grinned, eyes twinkling in mischief, “You ought to wear jeans more often.”

Tokiya swiftly caught himself up when he almost stumbled over his own feet, “Are you checking me out, Fuuko-san?”

She laughed and wiggled her eyebrows in a teasing manner, “I just noticed it now. You know, with you leading the trail like that? I have a very nice view from here.”

He stopped and turned toward her, a small smile curving his lips. “Come here, woman, and walk beside me,” he chuckled lightly and held out his left hand toward her. “You’re embarrassing me, you know?”

“I don’t think so,” she answered laughingly and took his outstretched hand. He pulled her toward him and continued on with a slower pace. Comfortable silence accompanied the two while they trekked. Fuuko looked around her and satisfied herself with watching the wildlife around her while Tokiya continued to wallow in his thoughts.

“Fuuko-san,” Tokiya cleared his throat after a long while, “not to ruin the moment or anything but…” he drifted off and tried again, not looking at her as he spoke. “I’d like to… apologize for what happened yesterday. It was totally uncharacteristic of me.”

Silence met his apology. Tokiya watched Fuuko at the corner of his eyes, alert to the moment she would feel uneasy or angry. He slowly untangled his fingers from hers and made to move away when she didn’t respond immediately. But Fuuko held on to him tighter, forcing him to stop his retreat. “Hmm, yeah, it was,” she finally said.

“It’s just… I don’t know what came over me.”

“Hmm…” Fuuko answered thoughtfully and looked up at him. Pale blue eyes met her dark ones. “It’s killing you to tell me this, isn’t it?”

“Not at all,” he replied manfully, “I’m perfectly capable of knowing when I’m wrong.”

“Really?” she grinned cheekily at him, “It’s just something new, you know? Seeing you eat humble pie.”

Seeing that look back on her face, he knew that everything was all right between them again. He covered his relief with a frown, “It’s most polite to stop prolonging this and just accept my apology.”

“Uh-uh-uh,” she wagged a slender finger in front of him, “is that the right way to speak to the injured party?”

“Injured party? I didn’t even---”

“I know, I know,” she laughed as she cut him off, “Jeez, Mi-chan, lighten up.” She let go of his hand and wrapped her right arm around his left and leaned toward him for support while they walked. “There’s no need to apologize,” she said softly, “I’ve already dismissed the whole thing from my mind.”

He couldn’t resist baiting her, “What mind?”

She laughed jovially yet again, the sound so infectious that a small smile slowly graced his lips. Tokiya thought that if he could capture that laugh, put it in a bottle and sell it, he would earn millions. “Now there’s the Mi-chan I’ve been looking for since yesterday!”

“So we’re okay now?” He was relieved but still, he had to make sure.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Want to kiss and make up?”

“Mi-chan! Are you teasing me?” she gasped dramatically, “Since when have you learned the art?”

Answering her with ‘What makes you think I was teasing?’ would probably be the stupidest thing to say right about now. So he shrugged instead, “I guess dating women of different caliber paid off. It’s easier for me to figure women out now.”

“Oh? Does that mean you can understand me too?”

“You’re… complicated.”

“Should I be flattered or insulted?” Fuuko unconsciously tightened her grip on Tokiya’s upper arm. She didn’t know how his answer would affect her but she knew that it was somehow important: Tokiya’s opinion of her. Just what did he think of her anyway? “How am I complicated?” she asked lightly, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Well, for an individual who’s half-human and half-primate, you’re--- oof!” Tokiya choked out when he was cut off by Fuuko’s strong elbow attack on his left side.

“Thanks a lot, Mi-chan, you’re very kind,” she huffed and stepped away from him. “Who would have thought you had a sense of humor?” Then she playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

Tokiya nursed his injured side, and at the same time missed Fuuko’s warmth when she moved away from him. He was sorely tempted to wrap his arm around her small shoulders, pull her back to his side again, and catch that pink tongue she stuck out at him between his lips. He resisted the temptation with all his might. “Why? Thought I was above human interaction?”

“No, just an unfeeling person,” she winked at him and led the way to the mountaintop, “I always thought you were like a nanook.”

“A nanook?” he asked amused as he followed her. Spying a ‘Watch Out for Vipers’ sign on his right, he easily caught up with her and warned her about snakes.

She nodded as she heeded his warning. She knew that the deadliest vipers could be found in Japan; had seen the documentary called ‘Snake Wranglers’ on television and learned from it. “Yeah, a nanook. A polar bear,” she continued their conversation with a wide grin. “Pays to have worked in National Geographic, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m sure you were very comfortable with your animal friends,” he drawled.

“You telling me like I’m Snow White?” she laughed with childish delight.

“No. I’m saying that the intellectual level of your subjects supplements yours.”

To his indulging admiration of her, she merely laughed at his comment as if she expected it of him. “I actually missed that sharp tongue of yours, Mi-chan. It makes me wonder why you didn’t end up as a lawyer.”

“Lawyers are annoying and fiercely argumentative,” he answered with a little wince, remembering one he used to date back in Sydney. She had been great at first, informative and entertaining. But during the rare times he was asked of his opinion, she would quickly contradict him for the sake of argument.

It was fun at first, engaging themselves in playful banters (at least playful for him) and witty comments, but fighting over the most trivial things like what color looked good on her and quickly disagreeing with him annoyed him in the end. Why would she even ask for his opinion if she was just going to be contrary about it? He used to wonder. And later in the relationship, much to his dismay, she became a nag. And Tokiya absolutely hated naggers. She enjoyed talking a lot, he didn’t. He enjoyed the quiet times they had, she didn’t. But at least both enjoyed each other in bed.

Shaking himself from the unpleasant memory, he added, “I’m neither and I don’t wish to be.”

“My mother’s a lawyer,” Fuuko reminded him, tongue in cheek.

“Then you should know what I mean since you used to live with one,” he smiled apologetically at her. “I’m not saying lawyers are bad or anything. They just tend to talk too much.” Way too much.

Fuuko stared at him for a while. The rare, careless smile he gave her almost made her want to trace the shape on his lips with her fingertips, to memorize its curve, and to remember how it transformed his stoical features. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. He should smile more often, she thought as her heart raced. “I-Is that why you became a doctor instead? Cause you know, I never thought you were the caring type of person,” she said, trying to cover up her flustered state and quickly added, her hands held up in a placating manner, “No offense meant!”

“None taken,” he assured her with a slight shrug. “I guess I became a doctor because I enjoy slicing people up.”

Was he serious? Fuuko thought in appalling interest as she looked at his now-serious profile. But when she saw the slight tilt at the corner of his mouth and the light in his eyes, she knew he was teasing. So she laughed, “I know what you mean. I’ve witnessed your talent with incisions when you were wielding your Ensui.”

“It takes practice,” Tokiya chuckled and changed the subject. “I would think that Photography suits you well, Fuuko-san. You must really enjoy it.”

“I do, very much,” she answered with a brilliant smile. It took half an hour more to reach their destination. With that given time, they talked of the different assignments Fuuko had all over the world. Tokiya listened politely and shared some of his medical experiences to continue their conversation. Both were completely taken by surprise when they reached the mountain top so quickly. “We’re here!” she announced happily and proceeded to set her equipment up. Tokiya walked toward the railing and surveyed the area.

“It’s too foggy. We won’t see the sunrise.”

“Don’t be so pessimistic,” Fuuko chided playfully as she stopped beside him and placed a hand on his arm. “Look,” she pointed toward the horizon, “asahi desu.” Both watched as the fog slowly dispersed and the first rays of the sun appeared, bathing Tokyo with light as a new day began. Fuuko started to take pictures of the sight and moved to different spots to take different angles.

“Are you doing this for your portfolio?” Tokiya asked after a while and leaned on the railings, watching Fuuko as she worked.

“Yeah,” Fuuko answered and pointed the camera toward him and took a shot of his relaxed stance, “I need to update it before I apply for a job.”

“I don’t see the need,” Tokiya remarked and ran a hand through his unbound silver hair when a gust of cold air breezed through the strands, “I mean, your gallery from NG was impressive enough. The local magazine you’ll be applying to has got to be stupid if they didn’t hire you.”

“Why, thank you, Mi-chan, that was a very nice thing to say,” she grinned at him and continued to take pictures.

Tokiya scoffed lightly, “Besides, taking photos of the sunrise is getting too old. I don’t know how yours could be any different from the ones I’ve seen before.”

“It has you, Mi-chan,” Fuuko replied and took another shot of him, the breeze playing with his hair as she did so. “Hmm… maybe if I sell this to a hair product ad, they’re going to pay me big time.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

Fuuko grinned playfully as she walked toward him, “Is it unethical for you doctors? To advertise yourselves like this?”

“What’s unethical is you publishing that photo without my consent,” he drawled.

“Okay, I won’t,” she laughed and patted his shoulder in false camaraderie, “I’ll just sell this to your fan club back in high school. I wonder where they are. Maybe they’re all married?”

“If they are, there’s no need to bother them,” he told her in a stern tone of voice. “Don’t ruin their lives, Fuuko-san.” Like what you’re doing to mine, he added silently, longingly.

“As if I could!” Fuuko scoffed in distaste and pouted. Then, after but a moment, she looked at him thoughtfully, a light of understanding slowly dawning in her dark eyes. “Oh, I get it. You’re jealous because you want to start a family of your own but can’t since you’re pathetically single!”

Tokiya reached out and pinched her cheek. Fuuko yelped. “Mind your own business, saru-chan,” he said a little too sweetly and released her, “Besides, you know me better than that.”

“Yeah,” Fuuko replied, massaging her cheek as she took a step back, “there’s no romantic bone in your body.”

He glared at her as she slowly retreated from him, a wide grin gracing her vibrant face as she moved back. Straightening up from the railings, he faked a lunge at her and watched in satisfaction as she almost fell on her butt. He chuckled when she caught herself just in time. Tokiya started to walk back to the mountain path and asked dryly, “If you’re done here, Kirisawa-san, perhaps we can go?”

He heard her mutter “Jerk!” behind him and he let loose a smile.

* * *

Fuuko glanced from the banquet table and looked around the convention hall. The dinner-dance party they were attending was in full blast. A college friend of hers, Yumiko Akazawa, had invited her for the announcement of her engagement to the man of her dreams. And Fuuko, being one of her closest friends, was one of the guests of honor.

The moment they stepped inside the hall, Tokiya disappeared from her side. She didn’t mind much since he probably wanted to be alone on a balcony again, just like the way he was when she met him again in Andrew Sawada’s party. He was a hopelessly antisocial person, after all.

Fuuko walked around, said ‘Hi!’ to the people she hadn’t seen for ages and engaged them in light conversation. This she had done for more than an hour before she got tired of walking around.

Having politely refused about two dozen dance requests within half an hour, she found herself alone and bored once again, leaning on a wall with a glass of wine in her hand, as she watched couples dancing in the middle of the room. She sighed. She had gone around, talked to people yet all she wanted to do now was go home. Or at least go to a bar and have some fun.

Finishing her fourth glass of wine, Fuuko sighed yet again and walked toward the banquet table to get another glass when a tall figure blocked her path. She looked up and found Tokiya frowning down at her. She blinked her surprise.

“What?”

“I know you’re dreadfully bored but resorting to liquor isn’t the best way to deal with it,” he imparted with little sarcasm.

“I’m not drunk,” Fuuko said.

“Not yet,” he replied, “I’m just saying to watch what you’re doing. That’s your what? Fifth glass within 30 minutes?”

“Are you taking notes of the amount of alcohol I’m taking, sensei?” she giggled and then hiccupped.

“That’s it. We’re going home,” he took the glass from her hand and set it back on the table. Placing a hand on the small of her back, Tokiya guided her toward their hosts to take their leave. After much warm congratulations and goodbyes from the females, Tokiya inclined his head politely toward the engaged couple and guided Fuuko out of the hall and toward the elevator banks.

“But I don’t want to go home yet, Mi-chan,” Fuuko said as they took the elevator down to the ground floor. “Can we go to the bar?”

“No, you’re already drunk as it is,” Tokiya denied her flatly as they stepped out of the elevator.

“I am not drunk,” Fuuko pouted.

He ignored her and instead pushed her toward the hotel doors. Heavy rain greeted them.

“Great,” he muttered under his breath, “it just had to rain.”

Fuuko looked up and smiled gleefully. Forget about the dreary bar, they could walk home under the rain. Tugging at Tokiya’s arm, she tried to lead him out of the warm and dry shelter of the hotel canopy and toward the empty street. “Come on, Mi-chan, let’s go home.”

“What?” Tokiya asked incredulously, “If you haven’t notice, Fuuko-san, it’s raining.”

“I know,” Fuuko smiled one of her mysterious, alluring smiles, “When was the last time you walked under the rain?”

Ignoring her question, he warned her, “You could catch a cold, you know, which could easily turn to pneumonia.”

“We’re only three blocks away from my apartment,” Fuuko reasoned out. “We’ll be warm and comfortable in no time. So, come on, Mi-chan, let’s go,” she smiled at him and tugged at his arm. When he didn’t move an inch, Fuuko frowned and released him. “You really don’t want to, huh?” she asked softly. He didn’t respond. “Okay then,” she suddenly lightened up and shrugged, “I’ll just see you at home.” She grinned at him, waved him a cheerful good bye and stepped out in the rain.

Tokiya was stunned. He watched Fuuko as she walked away from him, enjoying the rain as it drenched her hair and her cobalt blue gown, with not a care in the world. “Fuuko,” he sighed in resignation. When will he ever catch up to her? She seemed so free. Flighty. Always a few steps away from him, beyond his touch, his reach. She was painfully and very much alive. He was afraid he'd never catch up to her carefree spirit.

Sometimes, he just wanted to pin her down and contain that spirit. Cherish her. Taste life from her own sweet lips.

But that could never be done. She was always ahead of him. She was someone he could touch but could never hold on to. She was the wind.

And he ached for her.

“Sir? Would you like to use this umbrella for you and your companion?” Tokiya was interrupted in his thoughts when a doorman approached him and offered him an umbrella. “You could still catch up with her.”

Tokiya’s gaze flew from the umbrella to the doorman. Catch up? He turned around and looked at Fuuko’s disappearing form. Yes, he could still catch up with her. It wasn’t too late to join her, to participate in her madcap ideas.

He looked back at the doorman and smiled, “No thanks. I think I’ll just join her in her antics.” Before the hotel personnel could say anything else, Tokiya ran after Fuuko.

Fuuko, he realized, was walking a little slower than her usual pace. It was as if she was waiting for him to join her walk, waiting for him to finish arguing with himself and just decide to let loose. She was the wind. And he, the water. Just like how water vapor made the air heavier, condensing it, Tokiya was gradually pinning Fuuko down, encouraging her to slow down and wait. For him.

He chuckled when he finally caught up with her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Gotcha.”

“Why, Mi-chan,” Fuuko laughed delightedly, “I’m so glad you could join me.” Throwing her arms around his slim waist, she moved closer to him, basking in the warmth of his presence, as they walked home.

“I couldn’t let you walk on the streets alone and unprotected,” he paused. “And drunk.”

“I told you, I’m not,” Fuuko scoffed, “Besides, I can protect myself real well, if you remember? It’s the rain. It’s slowing me down.”

“I know,” Tokiya replied softly, “It’s my element.”

* * *

Stripping off the soggy jacket Tokiya placed around her shoulders during their walk home, Fuuko saw him wince slightly as the dripping apparel made a squishy flop when she dropped it in the laundry hamper.

Well, there went one of his favorite evening jackets, he thought sheepishly.

“Aw, don’t worry, Mi-chan,” Fuuko remarked, grinning, when she saw the distaste on his usually unemotional face, “We could still have it dry cleaned tomorrow.”

“It’s beyond salvation, Fuuko-san. The shape will never be the same.”

She replied thoughtfully, “Well, at least we got to use it at its fullest extent, right? After all, the purpose of that piece of clothing is to keep a person warm and dry. It has reached its objective somehow, right? So buying that was well worth it.”

Tokiya sighed in defeat. Trust Fuuko to look at the bright side of things. “Dry yourself off, woman, before you catch a cold,” he instructed her instead and pointed toward her room. “You’re dripping all over the carpet,” he narrowed his eyes, “and you look a little flushed too.”

“Hai, hai, sensei,” Fuuko bowed teasingly before him and straightened up rather quickly. The abrupt movement making her head spin a little, she felt her balance tip and she swayed. Seeing this, Tokiya quickly moved forward to steady her.

“I knew it,” he said as he grabbed her shoulders, “you’re drunk.”

“I am not,” Fuuko rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Just a little tipsy.” She finally admitted and straightened away from him. “I just need to lie down for a while.”

“No. You need to warm yourself up with a hot shower first.”

“I’ll just fall asleep in the bathroom,” Fuuko complained. “I want to go to bed.”

“Heed my advice or I’ll personally supervise your shower,” he threatened her.

Images of a naked Fuuko with soap suds running down her exquisite body flashed in his mind, her ample breasts jiggling as she shampooed her hair, her pink nipples puckering into tight buds as the cool air touched them…

He felt himself instantly harden and cursed silently.

“Okay, okay,” Fuuko held her hands up in defeat and swayed drunkenly toward her room and then her bathroom. “But I need you to unzip the dress for me.”

He gritted his teeth in sexual frustration. “Do it yourself,” he called after her and turned to walk away.

“Mi-chan, the zipper’s stuck!” Fuuko cried out from the bathroom, “I can’t get it off.”

Taking a deep breath, Tokiya forced his legs to go where Fuuko was, at the same time reminding him that all he needed to do was unzip the damn dress and walk away like the gentleman that he was.

Yeah. No problem with that.

The feminine scent of Fuuko’s room almost made him dizzy with lust when he entered it. Tokiya’s gaze settled on her queen size bed as he passed by it and pictured Fuuko, lying naked on her bed and waiting for him, her arms reaching out to him, her slim legs parted to reveal her glistening sex…

He cursed yet again when his erection started to throb painfully inside his pants. Calm down, Tokiya Mikagami, he reminded himself, just finish what you have to do and leave. Not so hard, right?

No, but you are! A little voice inside him laughed.

He finally reached the open doorway of her bathroom and found Fuuko struggling with her gown. When she saw him standing behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. Raising her arms, she curled her wet hair in a loose twist and held on to it.

“Thanks,” Fuuko smiled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror in front of them as she presented her back to him.

Tokiya muttered something inaudible under his breath and proceeded to unzip her dress. He frowned when the zip refused to budge.

“Is it ruined?” he heard her ask.

“I don’t think so,” he replied and tried again, forcefully pulling it up and down until, hopefully, it gave way.

Fuuko gasped softly when the wet silken material kept brushing against her unbound breasts. She bit her lower lip when her already tight nipples hardened more from the sensation, their puckering shape visible against the soft fabric.

She fervently hoped Tokiya didn’t notice.

She was feeling a little funny too, her stomach was churning and her breathing was becoming rapid as she watched his handsome face frown in concentration.

He was so close. He smells nice too, she thought. His clean masculine scent was overwhelming her senses. She closed her eyes and breathed in.

“Got it,” Tokiya announced, unzipped the dress, and released his hold on the gown. Fuuko started when he suddenly spoke up and opened her eyes. She was about to thank him when she felt her gown slip down her length. It made a soft, wet flop as it pooled around her feet.

Belatedly recalling that she slid the thin straps off her shoulders earlier, she saw her blushing reflection stare back at her in muted horror. With her hands holding her hair in place high above her head, she stood tall and proud with only her black silk briefs covering her most private part.

She heard Tokiya make a small sound behind her and met his pale eyes in the mirror. Her breath caught at the hungry gaze he was bestowing on her. She watched him rest his hands lightly on her hips and pulled her gently back to him.

“Fuuko..” he breathed.

“T-Tokiya…” she felt lightheaded with the sexual tension in the air. The warm feeling at the center of her body grew into a hot blaze that threatened to consume her. The touch of Tokiya’s lips on her throat stopped all her thought processes. Fuuko moaned and inclined her head to her left to give him more access. He nipped at her throat and gently ran his hands up and down her sides. When he reached the lower curves of her soft mounds, he cupped them and rubbed his thumbs against her erect nipples.

Fuuko watched, entranced, at the way her bountiful breasts filled his open palms, the way Tokiya kneaded and teased them.

And then he suddenly stopped, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing, and stepped away from her, with a harsh expression on his beautiful face. Fuuko whimpered in displeasure at his sudden withdrawal.

“You need to take your shower,” he said in a hoarse voice and turned around.

“Join me,” Fuuko said softly, surprising him and her at the suddenness of her reply, at the need in her voice. He pivoted in his position and watched her, waiting for her to repeat what she said. She didn’t fail him. “I want you, Tokiya.”

Silence.

“No, you’re drunk, Fuuko…”

“I am not.”

“I will not take advantage of your current state—“

The sight of Fuuko slowly slipping her panties off her hips and down her legs cut him off. He watched as she straightened up, his eyes taking in her small shoulders, her proud breasts, slim waist, perfect hips, and her long legs. His pale gaze zeroed in on her clean-shaven pussy and Tokiya felt his mouth water.

He read it somewhere… That the reason some women shaved their pubic hair was to increase the sensation of the penis rubbing against the vagina walls. It made the sex act more pleasurable for the woman.

Fuuko sure knew how to enjoy herself, Tokiya thought dizzily, his erection almost painful in its confined space inside his pants.

He continued to watch as she stepped inside the shower stall and turned on the shower tap. She ran her hands enticingly over her breasts and down to her hips, and waited for him to join her.

Without wasting another moment, Tokiya quickly undressed and stepped inside the shower stall. Under the warm spray, he pulled her against him and claimed her mouth. Fuuko moaned when she felt his tongue trace her lips and then plunge inside her hot cavern. Throwing her arms around his neck for support, she pressed her body closer to him, feeling the hardness and strength of his lean body.

Tokiya grunted appreciatively when Fuuko answered his kiss. She tasted sweet, her lips soft, and her tongue shy. He buried one of his hands in her hair, the other caressing the slender dip of her waist, the slight curve of her hip, and the intoxicating firmness of her buttocks, pulling her closer to the hard evidence of his desire.

Tokiya pulled away from the kiss and buried his mouth against her throat. He ran his tongue over the slender column of her neck and placed kisses all over her jaw. “Fuuko,” he groaned in between kisses, “if we don’t stop this now…”

“Shhh… Just kiss me,” she replied and pulled his wet, handsome head toward her. Tokiya didn’t hesitate and claimed her mouth once again, their tongues moving feverishly in a sensual dance. Fuuko gasped in dismay when he suddenly moved away from her.

“T-Tokiya…?”

“I’ll help you wash,” he replied and took the body scrub from the towel ring and lathered it with her fragrant liquid soap. He claimed her mouth once again while he gently rubbed the towel over her shoulders and arms. Her back. Her sides. Her midriff. But he took quite some time washing her breasts.

“Are they that dirty?” Fuuko teased him and moaned when he squeezed them.

“Your breasts are red from all that scrubbing,” he replied and hung the scrub back on its ring, “I need to massage them with my hands to ease their discomfort.”

And he proceeded to do so.

Fuuko moaned and panted against him as he continued to fondle her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her hips against his. “Let me wash you too.”

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he answered and resumed his scrubbing. He lowered himself before her and ran the cloth up and down her legs. “Open your legs,” he commanded.

Fuuko hesitated for a moment but obeyed. She felt him rub the cloth against the inside of her thighs. And higher and higher still. She whimpered in pleasure and grabbed on to his shoulders for support when he finally ran the cloth over the slit of her clean-shaven vagina.

“T-Tokiya…”

“Open your legs wider,” he husked, his breaths stroking her sensitive flesh, “I need to see you.”

“I… I…” she squirmed.

“Place your foot on top of the toilet seat,” he instructed her and guided her foot to it. She gasped when cool air brushed the insides of her quivering pussy. She cried out, her leg buckling under her, when she felt his tongue flick a taste on her.

“Tokiya!” she cried in both fierce embarrassment and wanton desire as she tried to close her legs. But his grip on her right ankle tightened, forcing her to maintain her position, which left her open to his pale gaze. “Don’t!”

“Shhh… Just ride my tongue,” he replied and lowered his head to her opening once again. The tip of his tongue traced her slit and she sobbed in pleasure. “You’re so sensitive, Fuuko,” he said and tasted her once again. Slipping his free hand over her hot center, he parted her labia with two fingers and watched as her vaginal lips revealed her throbbing meat. Tokiya watched her watching him as he kissed her glistening nether lips and thrust his tongue deep inside her. He licked and teased her while she sobbed at the sensation of his tongue delving in and out of her.

Fuuko’s hold on the towel bars tightened when his tongue found her clit. Something more warm and more explosive was building deep inside her and she wanted release from it. Her gaze fell on the bathroom mirror in front of her and watched, entranced, the wanton woman who looked like herself writhing in pleasure, with Tokiya’s head resting between her open legs. She closed her eyes and focused her attention on the pleasurable sensations on her hot pussy.

Finally, she cried out when she reached her peak.

Tokiya watched her cum flow from her glistening core while he supported her until she regained her strength.

She was still panting from her release when he stood up and claimed her mouth. She tasted herself on him and shuddered in pleasure as she dueled with his tongue.

“Condom,” he said in between feverish kisses. “I have some in my room. We are going there now.”

There was a question in his voice, in his statements, Fuuko realized. He was still giving her time to think, to change her mind before everything was too late.

In response, Fuuko placed soft kisses on his lips, his nose, his eyelids, his cheeks, his jaw, tasting him as he tasted her. Tokiya eagerly took her actions as an affirmative. “At last,” he husked and looped an arm under her knees. He carried her, bridal style, toward his bedroom and deposited her gently on the queen sized bed.

He joined her on the bed and claimed her mouth once again. Fuuko ran unsure hands over Tokiya’s strong chest, tracing every contour of his lithe body, and he shuddered in pleasure with her feathery touch. Licking her parted lips, Tokiya slowly traveled down to her collarbone and kissed his way down to her right breast. While his right hand teased and tweaked on her left nipple, he licked the right one, took a mouthful of her soft aching flesh and finally began to suckle on it.

“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he purred when she arched her back off the bed. He then released her pouting nipple and attended to the other one. Circling his tongue around her areola, he ran his hands over her body, memorizing every dip and curve, and finally his hands stopped on her hips. He slipped his hands under her and pulled her toward him, her naked crotch rubbing against his straining cock. Tokiya cursed when he realized he still didn’t have a condom in hand.

He stood up, calming down Fuuko’s protests, and walked to his dresser. He took a packet, ripped it with his teeth, and turned back to her. He watched, amused, when Fuuko’s gaze zeroed in on his bared penis. A strangled moan escaped her lips as she took in his large size.

Tokiya smirked.

Watching her eyes widen, he moved to join her again; she squeaked slightly in surprise and tried to move away. But he caught her by the waist and pulled her toward him. “Too late for that now, my sweet,” he chuckled and kissed her again. Fuuko soon lost all her fears and inhibitions when she started to burn for him again. A low spiraling heat started at the base of her stomach and into her hot core.

Fuuko moaned and ran her hands over his muscled back and up to his hair when Tokiya started to kiss a path down to her breasts, his hand traveling to her moist center. She caught her breath when he traced the length of her quivering slit, from one end to another and back that made her thoroughly wet.

Tokiya inserted a finger inside her pussy and moved to kiss her parted lips. She was panting when he added another finger inside her and continued pleasuring her.

Deciding that she was hot and ready, Tokiya pulled his fingers out and positioned himself between her parted legs. Her cum lubricating her vaginal walls, her still wet opening welcomed his sensual invasion, her pussy automatically expanding to accommodate his size.

“Kami, Fuuko, you’re so tight,” he said through gritted teeth as he slid inside her warmth.

When he encountered her barrier, Tokiya stilled. His pale gaze snapped to her glazed dark one, a hundred questions running through his head. Fuuko was in no mood to explain. “Please, Tokiya, don’t stop,” she pleaded with him and before he could stop her, she pushed her hips toward him, breaking her hymen, and enveloping him to the hilt as she did so. Fuuko cried out in pain and Tokiya gasped in pleasure.

Fuuko was a virgin! The thought raced madly inside his head. A virgin!

Feeling extremely confused and awed at the same time, he swooped down to capture her lips and waited until she got used to him. He wiped the tears from her eyes and rained kisses on her face, whispering words of comfort, telling her that everything would be all right. When she relaxed underneath him, he started to move inside her. Withdrawing as far as he could and slowly thrusting in again, he almost lost control with the exquisite feeling of sliding in and out of Fuuko Kirisawa’s hot, tight pussy.

Impatient with the pace he had set, Fuuko lifted her hips and met his thrusts in a faster rhythm. Tokiya groaned with pleasure when Fuuko threw her arms over his shoulders and used them as leverage for her movements. He wanted to go slow with her since it was her first time, but Fuuko’s wild and passionate response to him was slowly draining his resolve.

Fuuko wrapped her legs around his slim hips and met each of his thrusts with wild abandon. Tokiya couldn’t help but be swept away with the intense feelings he was experiencing while making love to Fuuko. It was both an overwhelming and humbling experience. Yet, all he could think of was pleasuring her until she couldn’t remember her name.

He removed her legs from his waist and placed them over his shoulders. He renewed his pace and pounded in her faster, the new position giving him a more pleasurable angle as he thrust in and out of her. Their moans and grunts accompanied the slapping of flesh as they fucked each other in mindless passion.

When her pussy tightened around him, Tokiya knew that she was about to reach her peak. He increased his pace and then she shouted her release. Tokiya thrust in and out of her a couple more times before he spilled his seed inside her quivering flesh. Shuddering in pleasure, he weakly settled on top of her, breathing harshly and shallowly, as he regained his strength. Kami, but Fuuko milked him dry!

Tokiya slowly withdrew from her and lay down beside her, watching her sleep beneath thick eyelashes. He traced the flush in her cheeks with a grim expression on his face. Making love to her was better than he imagined. It was the most amazing fuck he ever had and he wouldn’t mind repeating the experience with her.

But she had been a virgin…

He frowned and shook his head, opting to wrap his arms around her than think of the mystery surrounding the pure Wind Child. She felt incredibly good in his arms and he pulled her closer, Fuuko quickly snuggled against him. He kissed her tenderly on her temple before he drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow they needed to talk.
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