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Gojyo and the Geisha	By : LotusMoon Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Het - Male/Female Views: 1638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Gojyo and the Geisha
- 1
AUTHOR: Lotus

RATING: NC17

Gojyo found what he was looking for in the second place he tried. A bit more upscale, which meant deeper pockets to ante up, the Red Kimono also had a staff of full-service escorts to pour sake and provide "encouragement".

Gojyo currently had two kimonos seated on the floor on either side of him, a respectful distance from the low table at which three other men were seated, similarly served. Except, of course, they were only ranking one escort each. This fact was a growing sore spot during the evening, which Gojyo amused himself by poking.

"I'm gonna strain my neck trying to look at both these blossoms at once," he joked.

One of the other men choked on his sake while the fat one glared at him. Middle-aged merchants, from the look of them. The dealer smiled politely.

"Alright, honorable sirs, one-eyed jacks and suicide king wild," the dealer announced.

Gojyo caught the dealt cards under the blade of his hand as they slid smoothly over the polished wood. He lifted the top edge with his thumb. Two queens and a wild card; the jack of hearts. Figures. The card with the right eye missing, just like his real-life wild card. Gojyo let the pad of his thumb rub over the face card before flattening the cards against the table top. He was not going to mope over Cho Hakkai tonight.

He flicked two cards neatly back at the dealer, tapping his middle finger twice. Deftly intercepting the two replacement cards snapped across to him, Gojyo took a quick peek. Another queen. Gojyo was starting to feel insulted. The guy didn't think he could win with a three of a kind?

The dealer had been cheating all night, in Gojyo's favor. Gojyo's eyes flicked up at the dealer and caught the surreptitious glance over to the man in the expensive yukata at the end of the bar. From the way the staff deferred to him, Mr. Yukata was most likely the establishment's owner.

"Would you like some more sake, Gojyo-san?" the woman on his left murmured.

He gave her an appreciative smile as she gracefully pulled back the sleeve of her kimono to pour more of the expensive rice wine. She artfully tilted her head to expose a lovely neck, leaning forward just enough to show him the tops of her breasts. Like all the escorts, her kimono was a deep red, matching her flawlessly applied lipstick. It was the shade of lipstick that made a guy wonder what it would look like wrapped around his cock.

She was a very high-class working girl. She was also taking silent cues from Mr. Yukata. The three of them were definitely working him.

Why they'd picked him for a mark beat the shit out of him. He obviously wasn't wealthy. It might have been something as simple as him being from out of town. Gojyo glanced around. Once the sun had gone down and the string of lanterns outside lit, the place really livened up. It was a mix of locals and travelers.

Maybe they were using him to empty the pockets of the other players and keep suspicion off the house? In which case, they would either have muscle roll him when he left with the girl, or the girl would roll him herself later. Still, it seemed like a big set-up for such small potatoes. The entire pot was only up to eight thousand yen. Something felt off.

Normally, he might let it play out just to see what happened, but today was not a good day to screw around with him. Time to call their bluff.

When the betting came around to him, Gojyo shook his head ruefully and pushed his cards away, face-down.

"Fold. Guess I lost my luck," he announced.

The dealer's mouth dropped open in surprise, but to his credit, he recovered quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, Gojyo caught a startled movement from Mr. Yukata. This was almost more fun than straight poker. Kind of a cross between cards and live theatre. The girl was the best actor in the bunch. She leaned in close, and the scent of cherry blossoms wafted up.

"Perhaps Gojyo-san would care to retire to a private room?" she suggested.

"You know, sweetheart, that's a great idea," Gojyo replied.

Levering his tall frame upright, Gojyo noted her red lips curved upwards slightly in anticipated victory. From his new vantage point, he could see she was indeed nicely endowed. Turning slightly, he extended a hand down to the flower who had sat silently on his right. Both of them gasped. Rich brown eyes blinked up at him in confusion a moment, then the soft hand slipped into his. He could feel the poisonous glare of the scorned woman on the back of his neck and tried not to twitch his shoulders.

"You can keep me company, right, gorgeous?" he asked, pulling the quiet escort up.

The black head nodded assent, making a hair ornament tinkle like a tiny bell. The figure in the red kimono was considerably less curvy, being what Gojyo thought of as willowy. But, he appreciated bodies in all shapes and sizes, and the brown eyes were gorgeous. They were the color of dark chocolate, without even a fleck of green.

Wiping the image of green eyes out of his head, Gojyo collected his winnings, leaving a tip for the seething woman still seated next to his vacated stool. His chosen escort led him out of the gambling area to the private rooms in the back. As they walked down a corridor of scenic painted shoji doors, he heard male and female voices blended in conversation and intimate cries.

His escort kneeled gracefully in front of a closed door, tapping lightly on the wooden frame with manicured nails. When there was no answer, the door was slid open, and Gojyo gestured inside. He looked around and pulled his boots off as the door whispered shut behind him. Not surprisingly, most of the space was taken up by two futons laid out side by side. There was a short night-stand with several bottles and a drawer he was itching to open. Two long steps took him to the futon, and he sat cross-legged on the edge. The black-haired beauty had risen, and a pair of sandals were neatly arranged next to his dusty boots.

"Why don't you come over here?" Gojyo suggested, patting the embroidered comforter.

He kept his tone gentle and encouraging. This one had given no indication of being in on whatever con had been playing out downstairs. In a rustle of red silk, his escort complied, sitting gracefully next to him, close enough to be companionable, but far enough not to be indiscreet. Gojyo's smile widened. He was starting to feel a little less sorry for himself. His stomach was warm with good sake, his pockets stuffed with cash, and he was sitting on a bed with a pretty little thing in a kimono.

He reached out and lightly stroked a pale hand with the backs of his knuckles, slowly pushing up the silk sleeve. Maybe he could salvage something out of this night after all.

"Gojyo-san," the whisper was low, "I should have said before, the card game..."

"I know," Gojyo breathed into the scented hair.

Reaching across with his left hand, he cupped the slender neck, fingers resting on the warm nape as his thumb gently pushed up the small chin, tilting it away from him. He kissed the tender flesh under the jaw, below the make-up line.

�The game was rigged,� Gojyo whispered.

The chin jerked and brown eyes looked up at him, red lips parted in surprise.

"I've been around," Gojyo added with a wink.

When he left the gambling parlor, Gojyo hadn't decided whether or not he was going to sleep with the escort or just slip out a back door and leave her a nice tip. But what was he going to do when he went back to the inn? Lay in the dark room and listen to the monk fuck his best friend?

The white hand that reached out and squeezed his thigh clenched the deal. Twisting around, Gojyo lowered the petite woman onto the futon, the hair ornament chiming softly. His long fingers sifted through the intricate coiffure, carefully pulling out the pins and setting them on the night stand. He'd had to replace enough hair decorations for pouting partners to know these were the expensive kind; inlaid tortoiseshell and ivory. When he pulled the little brass bell, he jingled it before setting it with the others. The young woman laying on the bed watching him laughed, her voice a tinkling echo of the hair bell.

"Most clients are not so careful," she said.

Gojyo laughed as well, loosening the thick black coils of hair and massaging the scalp. He was rewarded with an arched neck and sexy sigh. He knew how the scalp got tired from having hair tied up too long, and that was just in a ponytail.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Kaori, Gojyo-san," brown eyes opened.

"Mm." Gojyo leaned down and rubbed noses. "I'm just plain Gojyo, okay?"

"As you wish, Gojyo," Kaori said with a smile.

Nimble fingers reached up and undid his shirt buttons as Gojyo tugged up the top of the kimono a little from the tight obi. He shrugged out of his own shirt as it slid over his shoulders and pushed the kimono top apart and down. The white skin revealed to him was as flawless as porcelain, devoid of any marks or scars.

Gojyo remembered watching Hakkai's wound evolve from a blood seeping centipede bristling black stitches, to a dead white thing, stretching and puckering the surrounding skin as if it were some kind of parasite plunging roots into its victim's guts. Sometimes when Hakkai slept, he would pull back the covers to trace it over and over again with disbelieving eyes and fingertips. How was it possible the quiet green-eyed man had survived such a monstrous wound?

Shaking off the image of Hakkai's scar, Gojyo pulled the kimono open more, revealing the narrow chest beneath him was bound with strips of linen, forcing Kaori's small breasts together and up to emphasize the cleavage. Gojyo traced his fingertips over the thin white material, feeling for the nubs hidden beneath the layers.

"I'll bet you get real sensitive being bound up all day," Gojyo commented.

"Yes," Kaori admitted.

Gojyo licked at the red lips, then kissed a path over chin and underjaw, sucking on the white neck. A moan vibrated under his lips. His large hands cupped the wrapped ribcage, thumbs rubbing over the crushed nipples. He felt smaller hands slide over his back. Gojyo licked down the center of her chest, tongue dipping into the crease. Using his teeth, he pulled the binding down just enough to free one nipple. He licked all around the light pink disk until the chest below him was heaving, then laved over the nipple in a single, flat-tongued stroke.

"Ah!" Kaori cried out.

Gojyo blew lightly on the wet skin until the center was erect, then abandoned it to free the other nipple. He licked and blew again, going back and forth until the lithe body beneath him was bowing upward, straining for contact. Avoiding touching the erect nipples, Gojyo raised himself on his forearms and leaned over Kaori, nuzzling her neck. The hands on his shoulders clenched, pushing down slightly, but Gojyo ignored the silent request. Instead, he concentrated on sucking and kissing neck, ears and jaw, careful not to leave marks.

"Gojyo," Kaori breathed.

"Mm?" Gojyo sucked on an earlobe.

"Please..." a breathy groan as he lightly tongue fucked an ear.

"Please what?" Gojyo asked.

Unable to resist, he let a thumb brush over a nipple. The response was a highly satisfying groaning whine. Nails dug into his shoulders. Normally he didn't make a bed partner beg unless it was their particular kink, but tonight he felt the need to hear the want for him. Taking pity on Kaori, Gojyo nuzzled his way over to the other ear.

"I promise that in this bed," Gojyo whispered, "I will give you anything you ask me for."

It was a promise he had made to countless bed mates and fulfilled with enthusiasm; he prided himself on being a generous lover. Tonight he had hoped he would be making that promise to a certain brunette...

"Please, Gojyo," the whisper shuddered as he flicked his tongue inside Kaori's ear, "take them in your mouth."

"My pleasure," Gojyo purred.

Without preamble, he dropped his head and latched onto Kaori's left nipple. He followed Kaori's movement as she arched off the futon. Sucking lightly, Gojyo flicked the nub with the tip of his tongue as he gently rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As he sucked harder, Kaori's cries began to blend together. He sensed the raven-haired woman was getting close, and he wanted to be inside her when she came, feeling her clench around his cock.

Raising up on his hands and knees, Gojyo licked at Kaori's red lips.

"Gonna get more comfortable," he murmured.

Standing, Gojyo quickly unbuttoned his fly and shimmied out of his pants. When he stepped out of them and turned around, Kaori gasped. Gojyo raised an eyebrow in question as he crawled back onto the futon.

"You're so... long," Kaori blurted out.

Gojyo chuckled and kissed the side of Kaori's neck. He was used to that reaction.

"So I can reach all those secret sweet spots," he gave his pat answer with a teasing wink.

Kaori laughed, but there was also a lustful heat in the brown eyes and the tip of a tongue touched the lower lip. Excellent sign. Sometimes girls got a little size nervous, though more experienced woman tended to be appreciative.

Below the obi, Gojyo parted the front folds of the kimono like a curtain. Kaori was wearing a black silk haramaki wrapped around her tummy. Deciding to leave it on her, Gojyo pushed up the bottom edge to reveal her shaved pussy. Gojyo smiled. If the Red Kimono shaved their girls, he bet there was another little treat waiting for him. He lay down on his stomach and slipped his arms under Kaori�s thighs, reaching up to press his forearms across her pelvis, bringing his thumbs nearly together above the top of her bare slit.

Slowly, Gojyo opened her folds with his thumbs and gently blew on the dark pink flesh already damp with arousal. Kaori moaned, the slim hips shifted under his forearms, and he heard the muffled jingle. His little geisha had chimes above and below. He liked playing with ben wa balls with female and male lovers. Gojyo had first encountered them with a pro, and she�d said she used them because it kept her in a state of slight arousal and made the vaginal walls stronger, tighter. It sure as hell had been fun, and she�d certainly had a lot of control.

With the tip of his tongue, Gojyo licked from the vagina up to the clit. She tasted good; some sort of floral soap from a recent bath, and the salty musk of arousal. Taking his time, Gojyo slipped his tongue around the inner lips to the outside, carefully avoiding the little pleasure node, sucking and kissing. Kaori�s hips and thighs shifted restlessly, and there was moaning above him. Carefully opening her wider until the little node popped out of its hood, Gojyo closed his mouth around her clit. Gently sucking the tiny round bud, he flicked his tongue around it and massaged the outside of her pussy with his thumbs. The hips beneath him bucked up, but he was prepared and pushed down on her pelvis to hold her steady.

�Mmmnn!� Kaori�s groans grew louder, and Gojyo felt hands touch the top of his head.

The second the fingers touched his hair, he tensed up. He couldn�t stand anyone touching his hair except Hakkai. Lifting his head, he grasped her wrists and guided her hands to the backs of her thighs. Being the pro she was, Kaori got the hint and took a firm grip, bending her knees and spreading herself wider for him.

Gojyo took a moment to admire the view before lowering his head and latching onto the clitoris, stabbing gently with his tongue. He slid his right hand down and circled the outside of her vagina a couple of times before sliding his middle finger in. He found the braided silk rope right away and tugged gently. There was a soft clink as the ben wa balls struck each other, and the velvety walls squeezed his finger. He tugged again, and she let them go, and he pulled them out easily.

Re-inserting all the way in to the last knuckle, Gojyo crooked his finger and lightly grazed the top of the vagina until he found the spot that was slightly rougher than the rest of the soft, wet tunnel. Matching the rhythm of his tongue against her clit, he tapped the spot firmly.

�Gojyo,� Kaori panted.

�Mmm,� he hummed around the sweet flesh in his mouth, and she groaned, hips straining upward.

With his left hand, Gojyo retrieved the ben wa balls and rubbed them up and down her sopping wet slit until she was writhing beneath him. Gojyo slid one of the slicked metal balls downwards, over the crack of her ass to the little pucker of her other hole. Sucking and tapping harder to distract her a little, he pushed the first ball inside her ass.

"Nnnnh... ah!" Kaori bucked up so hard she almost threw him. Almost.

Waiting until her panting gasps slowed a little, Gojyo pushed the second ball in. Kaori�s reaction wasn�t as strong this time, but her thighs were starting to tremble against his shoulders. Using a corkscrewing motion, Gojyo pushed the balls in the depth of his finger and kept his middle finger inside her ass. Sliding his right finger out of her vagina, he pushed his left thumb in and squeezed the walls between her vagina and anus. Reaching up, he pinched her nipple and sucked hard on her clit. In seconds, Kaori was arching off the futon, thighs squeezing his shoulders, ass and vagina squeezing his fingers, and he felt a creamy spurt in his mouth as she came hard.

�Gojyo!� His name came out as a strangled cry.

He eased back the sucking and squeezing until the strong muscle spasms passed and he felt her thighs start to twitch. With soft kisses, he left her wet, swollen pussy and slowly pulled his finger and thumb out, but left the ben wa balls in. He knew they would feel great for both of them when he was fucking her. Then when he was cock-stroking her to another orgasm, he�d pull them out. He�d once made a girl pass out doing that move.

Wiping his mouth and chin on his forearm, Gojyo straightened and sat back on his feet.

"Damn," he murmured.

Kaori�s face was half-hidden beneath a glossy tangle of black hair from tossing her head. The white linen of the chest binding and black silk haramaki were a sharp contrast against the partially open red kimono. Her slender legs were bare except for white tabi socks, which dangled above the futon as she continued to hold herself spread open for him.

Kaori turned her head to head to look at Gojyo with smoldering brown eyes, long strands of hair sliding across her face and neck. She was laid out on the futon like living pornographic art. And just in case Gojyo was missing the "fuck me" vibe, Kaori lifted her legs and hugged her knees to her chest.

The shaved pussy glistened and the silk cord of the ben wa balls dangled obscenely out of her ass. He must have made some sort of sound, because the white tabi socks curled back, and Kaori's legs spread wider. She was more than ready. Gojyo reached down with his left hand to give his cock a couple of strokes as he scooted closer on his knees. When he grasped himself, he had the shock of his life.

He wasn't hard. He wasn't totally soft, but he definitely didn't have a full hard-on. Frowning, he gave a few easy pumps, and the touch felt good on his skin, but he didn't harden. What the fuck? Had that bitch downstairs put something in the sake?

He had never had a problem getting hard in his life. Sure, sometimes during a romp with a really energetic partner or partners, it took longer between cumming to get hard, but he could get it up three or four times a night. One of the girls he had hung out with had worked the red lantern district, and she said she'd seen the same kind of stamina with youkai clients. Gojyo had always suspected she knew what he was, but never mentioned it. One of the best things about working girls was their discretion.

"Gojyo," Kaori groaned, "Please take me."

Temporarily putting aside the consternation at his condition, Gojyo focused on his partner. Time to improvise. Pressing his hips down against hers, he leaned forward, pushing Kaori's knees closer to her chest. Bracing himself on his left forearm, Gojyo kissed Kaori's sweaty neck and slid his cock up and down between her wet folds. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and moved to his rhythm, hands sliding over his back, erect nipples brushing his chest.

�Please,� she moaned in his ear, �please put your cock inside me.�

Gojyo groaned. Shit. �I�m afraid I�m gonna have to break my promise, sweetheart,� he whispered.

Kaori turned to look at him in surprise. Gojyo felt a soft hand slide from his back and reach between their bodies, gently squeezing his cock. The slight frown between the shaped eyebrows smoothed out and Kaori smiled sweetly at him.

"We can use a rinno tama,� she murmured.

Gojyo raised his eyebrows in surprise. He thought he had a fairly extensive knowledge of sex toys, but this was a new one on him. He let Kaori roll him onto his back and watched as she opened the drawer on the night stand and removed a silken bundle. Raising up on one elbow, Gojyo peered down in curiosity as she opened it, revealing an object carved out of ivory. It was three connected rings open on one side, separated by about an inch or so. The thing was delicate enough looking to be one of Kaori�s hair ornaments.

It didn�t take much imagination to see that his cock would slide inside the three rings and the interconnecting piece would act as a kind of brace. Now that he thought about it, the contraption reminded him of the brace Hakkai had made for Sanzo�s broken finger a while back using the monk�s own rings and a flattened strip of bamboo. Only, this brace was for broken penises. Gojyo laughed and slapped his hand to his forehead, falling back on the futon.

Silk slid over his thigh as Kaori straddled his legs. Gojyo raised up on his elbows to watch. She breathed open-mouthed on the rinno tama before bending over him.

Warming the ivory, Gojyo thought.

Face inches above his groin, Kaori�s brown eyes flicked up at him. Her pink tongue slipped out of those bright red lips and lapped at his cock like a kitten. Gojyo moaned and smiled in appreciation. Assured she had permission, Kaori laved his cock with warm, wet attention, gently sucking his balls into her mouth while she pumped him.

�Mmm, that feels so good, baby,� Gojyo gave her verbal encouragement to make up for the little guy�s lack of visible appreciation.

He kept his hips still for her, and stroked her hair. Damn, she was hot, and it felt so good, but he wasn�t getting as hard as he should be. He should have a fucking bamboo pole between his legs by now, for Goddess� sake. Normally, he�d have to be mentally counting cards in his head to hold back on shooting his load.

Opening her mouth wider, Kaori took the head of his penis in her mouth and slid down. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat and she stopped, raven head bobbing up and down as she stroked the rest of him with her hands. It was rare to find a woman who could take all of him; apparently even when he wasn�t fully hard.

Keeping her right hand pumping, Kaori raised her head and picked up the rinno tama with her left. Slowly, she slid the contraption down his cock until it was about halfway down. The carved, knobby ivory felt good moving over the sensitive flesh, and Gojyo was quick to see it was also gonna feel good to Kaori. He made a mental note to look into purchasing one.

Loosely holding his cock, Kaori rubbed the head and fondled his balls. Brown eyes raised again.

�It is not uncomfortable?� she inquired.

Gojyo grinned. �Fuck, no, babe.�

Her tinkling laugh made her apple-sized breasts bounce above the binding. Gojyo reached out and grasped the white fruits, rubbing his thumbs over the pert nipples. Kaori moaned and arched her back, leaning into his touch. Her hands stroked along his arms, and she angled her hips to rub her warm pussy against his cock.

�How would you like to take me, Gojyo?� Kaori asked.

In response, Gojyo wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her up. She reached down and carefully lined his cock up with her entrance and eased herself down. As each ivory ring passed inside, she gasped, and he felt her velvet walls clench his cock. Yeah, he was definitely investing in one of these rinno tamas.

When she was fully seated on his cock, Kaori braced herself with a hand his chest and started rolling her hips. He heard the faint chiming of the ben wa balls. Gojyo watched the beautiful woman ride his cock for a moment, then pulled her forward so he could suckle on those perky nipples, lifting his hips in matching rhythm to hers. Long black hair fell around him as they rocked their hips together. From the rising pitch of her breathy cries, Gojyo guessed she was close. He pulled her down flat against his chest and stroked down the length of her back, cupping her ass.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Kaori?" Gojyo whispered in her ear as he squeezed her ass.

"Ah!" Kaori's hips rolled and pressed against his. "Yes. I will - ah! - cum for you."

Gojyo felt for the ben wa balls braid, and looped it around his index finger. He sped up the tempo of the upward thrusts, Kaori�s panting cries hot on his neck.

"That's it, Kaori. You feel so good, baby," he whispered encouragement. "Cum hard for me now, Kai."

Gojyo jerked the ben wa balls out.

"Ah!" Kaori's body bowed upward, head thrown back as the hot, moist walls spasmed around Gojyo's cock.

Kaori collapsed on top of Gojyo, abdominal and thigh muscles twitching. Dropping the ben wa balls on the futon, Gojyo stroked her ass and back, whispering sweet nothing in her hair. After a while, Kaori rolled off of him onto her side facing Gojyo, propping her head up on her hand. A perfectly manicured hand traced idle patterns over Gojyo's chest. Gojyo met the brown eyes, and was relieved to see he had sated his bed mate. Kaori was smiling, and Gojyo found himself staring at the smeared lips. Gojyo frowned as he realized he hadn't kissed Kaori properly, which was very strange for him. He was a damn fine kisser and it was usually the larger part of foreplay.

"I can wipe it off if the make-up bothers you," Kaori said.

Gojyo's eyes flicked back up and he shook his head. "No, that's not it, they're just..."

"The wrong lips?" Kaori teased.

Gojyo blinked, surprised. He reached out and cupped Kaori's face, brushing the lower lip with his thumb. The black-haired woman was a beauty and sexy as hell. Yet, Gojyo couldn't help thinking of green eyes and thinner lips smiling in sweet patience at him, pale skin flushed pink from the bath, the smell of chamomile.

"Kai is very fortunate," Kaori said.

"What?" Gojyo floundered as the brown eyes laughed at him.

"Having another's name called out in bed is an occupational hazard," Kaori's smile widened.

"Oh." Gojyo closed his eyes, mortified.

He had added insult to injury. First, he hadn't been able to consummate the act, and then he'd actually called his bed mate by the wrong name. His eyes opened at a chiming laugh. Kaori had moved closer, and leaned in to kiss him lightly.

"Is Kai your lover?" Kaori asked, laying her hand on Gojyo's chest.

"No, my best friend." Gojyo automatically stroked Kaori's hand and arm. At the questioning eyebrow, he elaborated. "Hakkai's... complicated."

"Ah." Red lips pursed. "He doesn't sleep with men?"

"Actually, yes. Apparently," Gojyo wasn't quite able to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

Kaori pushed herself up on an elbow and leaned over him, black hair brushing against the side of Gojyo's face.

"Gojyo-san," Kaori said firmly, "you are a skilled and considerate lover, and though I have only known you a short time, I believe you are a good man."

Gojyo smiled, his mood lifting again. He reached up and brushed back Kaori's hair, tucking the silky strands behind an ear. She rubbed her cheek into his palm.

"Hey," Gojyo said softly, "how much for the whole night?"

Gojyo unfolded the blanket and draped it over the futon while Kaori set her sandals outside the door. Apparently that was the "occupied for the night" signal at this particular establishment. Gojyo slipped under the blanket, leaving a corner folded back for Kaori as he waited for her to join him. Kaori approached the futon, then hesitated, hands resting on her obi. Brown eyes met his in question.

"Whatever is the most comfortable way for you to sleep," Gojyo assured her.

Flashing him a brilliant smile, Kaori expertly unwound the obi and slipped out of the kimono, small fingers quickly undoing the bindings, which fell in loops to the ground. Gojyo watched as Kaori knelt in front of the little night-stand and opened a drawer. She removed a flat box, a little jar and a rag. The flat box opened into a mirror that swiveled so it propped open. Dipping the rag into the jar, Kaori proceeded to remove the make-up. Finished, she carefully put everything away and slipped under the covers next to Gojyo.

Gojyo looked over Kaori's naked face. Without powder, the skin was still pale and smooth. Devoid of kohl, the eyes seemed a lighter shade of brown, the eyebrows less sharply defined. Smiling, Gojyo kissed the pink lips gently.

With a happy sigh, Kaori snuggled against his chest, tucking her head under his chin. Gojyo wrapped his body around hers, legs tangling together, enjoying the warmth of their groins touching even if the belly pressed against his was smooth of scars.
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