The First

DISCLAIMER: Kin belongs to me, Nozomi belongs to my good friend, Senashenta. The world of SAILOR MOON belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: These are original characters, but they move around in Naoko Takeuchi's Kinmokusei, the planet where Kakyuu-hime and her three Starlights come from.^^ Most info could be found in my and Senashenta's LJs, links provided in my profile.^^ Enjoy. If anyone does read this...^^;

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Nozomi woke up to the sound of the piano and she wasn’t surprised at all when she found Kin sitting in front of it at around 3 o’clock in the morning. She stood by the entrance way to Kin’s music room, just watching him.

With his back to her, her eyes fell instantly on his now-scruffy hair that must have come from sleeping. He was dressed in a slightly wrinkled white t-shirt and matching red pajama bottoms. His feet were bare, his hands on the piano keys active. Music filled the early morning silence.

She came closer, only coming to realize then that what he was playing was not something she recognized. She knew all his songs by heart and she loved them all, but not as much as she loved him of course. Her fingers were gentle on his hair as she finally paused behind him, smiling as he continued on to play as if she wasn’t there. He leaned to kiss his hair and she was rewarded with him leaning back against her.

Hazel eyes met hers as he looked up to smile at her. She smiled back, pulling his bangs away from his face and leaned down. On he played, even when she bent down and kissed him.

It didn’t bother him when she sat down beside him and watched him quietly. He didn’t even mind when she would later lean against him, her head resting against his shoulder a bit. Sooner or later, she would play a symphony with him. Not with music but with the movement of her own fingers and lips. He played and she touched. He sang and she kissed.

She liked being close to him whenever she could, especially so when they were alone with his music. Sooner or later, leaning against him would not be enough. Turning her head, she would kiss by his ear then his jaw, just feather-light kisses that did nothing to distract him from what he was doing. Her hand, formerly idle, would then move, touching lightly by his chest and going down with the same pace as her lips. Her lips by the side of his neck, her hand down his chest.

He didn’t shrug her off when she did this. Didn’t tell her to go away and let him play in peace. He was much too skilled and focused to have her bother him. Rather, he let the rhythm of his music follow along her pace. If she went slow, he followed. When she wanted it fast, he sped right along.

She was his Muse; he had told her so once. She wouldn’t believe him then and oftentimes she still denied she was. She always told him he was brilliant, he was talented. He didn’t need her to create such beautiful music, she said. He was doing it even before they met. But he did need her, he always did say. He needed her by his side so he could continue on making music. It was all about her now for his goal was to tell her just how much he cherished her with every song he wrote, played, and sang.

The silence sounded so empty when he stopped playing and there were times when she would hate it. She loved it when he played, but then again, she loved it more when he was just there with her. Her red eyes met his hazel ones when he turned his head to look at her. She sighed when he kissed her. When she was younger, she had always dreamed of kissing him, but never in all her dreams had it come close to the real thing.

Besides, her dreams never gave her the feel of his warmth against her, the slide of his hair through her fingers, his unique and wonderful scent...Just him. Her dreams just didn’t match the real thing at all. And right now, it was all too real. She was on his lap and she was kissing him, running her fingers through his currently unruly hair and pressing so close to him her mother would have had a heart attack if she saw.

Usually, he shied from such intimacy. Even with her before, he never really allowed himself to lose control around her, even during times when all he wanted was to lose himself in her. But then it was different for some reason. It was probably the music. It was calling to its Muse and it wanted to give homage, to express its gratitude. Undeniably, the male in him also called to finally respond to her. For being so nurturing and loving, he wanted to do something for her as he only could.

She couldn’t help the gasp that fell from her lips as she was suddenly picked up and sat down against the piano keys. An awkward cacophony of sound broke the silence and made her wince, but she didn’t dwell on it too long. Her slightly glazed gaze drifted back to him just as she heard another awkward combination of noise to find him so close. He was looking up at her as she settled her feet down on the floor again. He was smiling slightly and she smiled back. Again, he kissed her and she responded. Her eyes were closed, too intent on the kiss to even notice when his fingers played on the piano on both sides of her before she suddenly felt those fingers gently drumming up her sides.

He took his time learning her curves, from the rounded arch of her thighs and hips to the shapely V of her trunk. He paused slightly just as he was going higher, hesitating a bit before just skimming the tips of his fingers against the swell of her breasts lightly. It earned him a soft sound from her throat as she slowly drew away from his kiss. She was breathing hard, her lips slightly swollen. Her eyes were slightly glazed and unreadable as she looked at him, then at his hands as she watched their progress.

He was gentle when he touched her, so gentle she didn’t even realize at first what he was doing. He wasn’t tentative though, nor was he overeager. He took time to learn her, where she dipped and flared out, where she liked it and where it didn’t matter. Such gentle exploration wasn’t familiar with her. She was used to the heated groping and hard touch of the needy. His touch was different and so pleasant. Hazel eyes looked at her and she saw his unique tenderness. She also noticed that those eyes were darker then, darkening with something she couldn’t really read but somehow understood. Her head fell back in a sigh as his hands grew bolder and she shivered slightly. It had been so long since someone touched her and suddenly it all felt so new. Well then, of course it was. This was her Kin touching her. It made all the difference in the world.

He watched her respond to his touch, marveling at the flush that suddenly bloomed in her cheeks and the contrast of thick dark eyelashes against her soft pearly skin when she closed her eyes. His baby grand piano was black. Her orange hair and creamy skin was a beautiful contrast against its smooth dark polish. Smooth skin was slowly, slowly uncovered under his hands and the next thing he knew, she had nothing to hide. And what and why would she hide when she looked like this? He was reminded of peaches and cream, just like her scent. She was creamy, smooth skin and subtle, gorgeous curves and she was at his mercy, abandoned of all inhibitions as she leaned back against his piano. His piano will certainly not look the same after this.

The piano was cool under her naked skin and his hands and lips were hot when he touched her. He was slow and gentle, exploring and experimenting still, slipping anywhere and everywhere he could reach. She had liked it before when he massaged her scalp, piano fingers all skilful. Now they were touching more and everything of her and not just with his fingers. He was using hands and lips where they could reach. He was kissing by the crook of her neck, sliding his hands by her thighs, suckling against her breasts, kneading against her bottom. She was sure she was making a lot of noise with the piano, with her little whimpers, but he didn’t seem to mind. The ivory keys and the wood were a bit uncomfortable against her back and neck, but at the moment, she didn’t really care either.

Half of her was on his lap still, but her little rocking movements there weren’t the only things affecting him. She felt so good all over. "Good" wasn’t even a fitting word. She fit so well against him and it seemed as if there was not a contortion that was awkward between them. At least that was what it felt on his end. He finally took her back in his arms, encircling her while she enveloped him in her smoothness. He can’t stop touching her, can’t stop kissing her. He kissed by her temple, her cheek, her neck. She smelled like peaches and cream and something else that he knew was just her. She was perfect and she was his. It was a thought that continued on whirling in his head as she drew back a bit, looked into his eyes and started helping him with his clothes.

He wasn’t muscular, he wasn’t bone-thin either. He was just right and it meant more than exactness. He was comfortable and nurturing and so many other things she never thought she would ever use to describe a physical body. He was her Kin-pillow, her Kin-bed. She could even say now that he was her Kin-bear, but it didn’t seem to fit their situation at the moment. She found herself giggling for some reason and then he was smiling at her. He kissed her and they moved in sync. She touched him, made him match her in sensation, movement and then position. How they got to the floor she couldn’t recall, but she knew it didn’t matter at all right now.

So there they were. He had imagined their first time to be somewhere more fitting than the carpeted floor of his music room, like a comfortable bed maybe? He found himself apologizing to her, talking very softly and in so little words so as not to break the spell. She didn’t seem to mind that she was lying under him against the hard floor with nothing but a carpet keeping her away from the cool marble of the floor. She even giggled even more and leaned to kiss him, so reassuring, so warm.

She didn’t care about location or skill at the moment as she probably would have long ago. Those long ago dates that she couldn’t believe have barely been about three or so years before had been under her rules. She and her date will have to return to the palace and he will get out after they were done. She chose her partners carefully. Her "dating" had made her know the skilled and impersonal in sight. She wasn’t looking for something long-lasting and she expected her partners to feel much the same. She had sex to forget, to release some tension. It wasn’t because she loved the person she was doing it with or she was looking for a lasting relationship. But now, in the past, in her present, she was with Kin whom she loved and had been seeing for a rather long time. They were going to make love in a place most sacred to him and very special to her. It couldn’t be more perfect.

How could he describe it? For once his poetry failed him. How would others say it? They would say it was incredible. They would say this was making love, not just sex. Turning them over in his head then as he kissed by the crook of her neck, breathed in her sweet scent, and matched her every urging movement, he thought these assessments inadequate. This was something not to be expressed in words, music, or whatever other medium. It didn’t need description or assessment. It was a moment just to be experienced, remembered, and cherished for as long as they loved together.

Him and her, forever... and the world just fell away...

She lay with him after, both of them disinterested at the thought of even moving much. She was curled up against him, eyes closed with her head pillowed by his arm. He was stroking her hair again and she could feel his gaze on her. She wasn’t asleep; she didn’t want to fall asleep. She was warm and comfortable even if they still lay on nothing but a carpet over a marble floor. As long as she was with him, it would always be that way and she believed even more so now. She felt his finger gently tracing the slope of her cheek and jaw. She opened her eyes. He was looking at her, watching her. She smiled.

She looked happy and content, beautiful. He smiled back and it made her smile wider. He chuckled softly as she borrowed closer against him, making soft kittenish sounds against his bare skin. An arm slipped around her and held her close to him, his head leaning down over hers. His eyes took in how close they were, skin against skin, limbs entwined. Just perfect.

The sun was beginning to rise in the horizon, but still they didn’t care to move. No one was going to come and disturb them anyway.

She nuzzled her nose against the crook of his neck.

He leaned to kiss against her shoulder.

She sighed and whispered his name.

He smiled and whispered, "I love you..."