Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected ❯ Combustion ( Chapter 2 )

All rights to Fushigi Yuugi belong to Yuu Watase, Shogakukan Shojo Comics, TV Tokyo, Studio Pierrot, and Pioneer Video.

 

This story is rated “Y” for language and sexual situations.

 

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Chapter 2. Combustion

 

So you're still here, are ya? Can't seem to stay away from my personal papers, huh? Either ya got a death wish yer hopin' I'll fulfill for ya—and if I'm anywhere around, yer in luck—or ya just gotta know what happened next, even if I'm comin' around the corner with my tessen blazing.

 

I guess I gotta respect that kind of single-mindedness—so I'll be sure to salute yer pile of ashes when I'm done toastin' yer ass.

 

The thing is, I'm just as single-minded. You get me goin' down one path, and come hell or high water, I'm pretty much there. It's never been my style to second-guess myself.

 

Except in this story I'm writin' down. Bein' saddled with all those female parts musta done somethin' equally whacked to my brain, 'cause there I was, just on the verge of havin' sex, and I couldn't seem to stop thinkin'!

 

I mean, what the fuck? Sex is sex, right? As long as ya end up gettin' off, what's there to think about?

 

But I couldn't seem to stop. And the foremost thought in my mind didn't have anythin' to do with me gettin' off—it was all about him.

 

I had this funny, soft feelin' in my chest, kinda like when I held the baby, but more grown-up. It's not like I wanted to mother Tama or anythin'—gah, even writin' that makes me want to shudder or puke!—but it was kinda related. I guess I'd hafta call it "tenderness" or some shit like that.

 

I wanted to make him feel special, the way that he'd just made me feel special. I mean, nobody'd ever called me beautiful before…. Yeah, no shit, yer prob'ly thinkin'. But that's the thing: he didn't hafta say it either. He coulda had me without sayin' one goddamn thing, and he sure as shit didn't hafta say it with all that feeling shinin' outta those eyes of his.

 

It didn't only make me feel special, though; it made me really, and I mean really, hot!

 

So I gave in to those strange feelings of tenderness or whatnot, and I tried to see if I could make him feel the same way.

 

We were still kneelin' before each other, and our foreheads were touchin', 'cause I was holdin' him and caressin' the back of his neck. I started to move my hands down, lightly touchin' his skin, tryin' to see if I could make him breathe any faster than he already was breathin'—and I kept thinkin' how weird it was to care at all.

 

That was Tama, though; he made ya care about him, even if you were nothin' but a half-male/half-female shithead bandit freak.

 

Who happened to feel beautiful at the moment. 'Cause he said I was.

 

So it was payback time, and I oughta know how to make a man feel good, havin' been one myself until recently. I reached down and grasped him firmly—and almost fell over in shock. God damn, I didn't expect the fireworks in my groin to go all "rockets only" just at the feel of him! But he was hot and slippery in my hand, and it felt like somethin' was on fire in my center and singin' in my brain, and Gods! I think the sounds I was makin' weren't even human! My hand, though, never stopped moving, stroking, exploring him; it was like I couldn't get enough of him!

 

He was panting, too; these funny little gasps that were rising in pitch with every stroke. His head fell back and his hands clutched at my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin…but I didn't care, 'cause I was too caught up in the way touchin' him made me feel. Suddenly his hips jerked, and he thrust hard into my hand; once, twice, and my mind was goin', Yeah, oh yeah!

 

"Tasuki!" he cried, his voice a strangled choke. "Tasuki, stop, please!"

 

I damn near knocked him over, gettin' away from him. Ya see, the way I was brought up by my mom and then the boss, stop means STOP! It don't matter when it's said or how far gone ya are; ya just make yer farewell bow and get the hell outta there!

 

Doesn't stop the disappointment, hurt, or confusion, though. I guess all of that was written on my face, or what he could see of it as I scrambled away from him. Tama had to lunge after me and pin me, holdin' me tremblin' beneath him before I could make out the words he was tryin' to say.

 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way! Listen, shhhh, you didn't do anything wrong. Tasuki, hear me, please!"

 

Finally I focused on his face. Man, he looked like shit, all stricken and pale and shaky. 'Course, I figured that I looked just as bad. I had all these feelings roiling around inside me, all these questions and accusations burstin' to come out. But this is what I said.

 

"Wha..?"

 

My confusion seemed to really get to Tama; he looked like he was about to cry or somethin', but instead he ducked his head and kissed me. Then he kissed me again. Guess he thought he'd hit on the way to calm me down.

 

Guess he was right.

 

Calmed him down, too. When we finally quit hyperventilating, and our hearts slowed down to something only ten notches above normal, he started talkin' again.

 

"I didn't say 'stop' because you were doing something wrong." His voice was so soft, it drifted down to me like snowfall. "I meant that what you were doing…that you were too…the way your hand felt, I almost—" his cheeks blushed bright pink. "—came," he whispered.

 

I had to bite down on my lip to keep from smiling. Goddamn it, he was so goddamn cute! Wait, I didn't really think that girly word, did I? Oh fuck it, I might as well think it since at the moment, I was a girl. Anyway, I was too busy tryin' to keep a straight face.

 

"Tama," I whispered back, "that was the fuckin' point!"

 

"No." He shook his head, no longer cute with his jaw tightening in resolve. Now he looked just plain fuckin' hot. "No, I don't want it to be…just me. Not for our first time. I mean…" His cheeks grew even pinker, if that was possible, and his words came out in a jumbled rush. "Tasuki, I have to tell you something. I…I've never done this before!"

 

Okay, ya gotta understand somethin'. If I end up in Heaven instead of one of the seven hells, it'll be because of that moment, when I fought with everythin' I had and managed to keep from bustin' out laughin'. It felt like every part of me was strainin' to shout, "God damn, Tama, ya think yer makin' this shockin' revelation; as if ya didn't have 'Virgin!' plastered on yer ass for the whole world to see?"

 

But I didn't say it. I didn't even crack a smile. Maybe my female half was savin' me, 'cause lookin' back, laughin' my ass off at him prob'ly woulda ended the romance right there and then.

 

Instead, I just gazed up into those clear gray eyes and said, "Well, we better take it slow, then, huh?"

 

And here's the freaky thing: no sooner had I pretended to take it seriously, than the whole situation turned serious for real. The thought slammed into me like a fist in a bar brawl.

 

His first time was gonna be with me.

 

I can't explain exactly what happened, but it was like a buncha feelings got dumped on me all jumbled up. I felt shaky and excited and scared all at once. Maybe the freakiest thing of all was an unexpected feeling of responsibility.

 

I reached up and drew him close against my body, real gentle, like he was made of glass or somethin'. He was only half-hard right now due to the shocks we had given each other. I just let him rest against me for a moment, both of us breathin' fast as we got used to the feel of each other's skin.

 

The thought kept boomin' through my mind like a giant gong. I was gonna take his virginity. And I wanted it to be the best experience of his life.

 

All right, I know what yer thinkin': how the hell could I mess it up? Yeah, I've heard all the same shit you have; even told the same jokes myself. For a guy, there ain't no such thing as bad sex. For a guy, there's only good sex or no sex. Losin' his virginity is the best thirty seconds of a guy's life. Ha, ha, ha.

 

Except…there can be bad sex for a guy—real bad sex. Like if ya just turned sixteen, and the boss decides that ya gotta go to a whorehouse if yer ever gonna be accepted as a man by the other drinkin', whorin' bandits. And yer scared shitless, 'cause ya hate girls, and the reason ya hate girls is that yer scared shitless of 'em. But yer aniki drags ya there anyway. So there she is, and her eyes are cold and she smells like unwashed skin and other men, all covered over with musky perfume. But she grabs ya and pumps on ya and makes ya hard, so ya think okay, I can do this if only I can keep from pissin' myself in terror. Finally it's over in just a few minutes and that's good, but ya feel all soft and grateful for a moment, so ya try to kiss her. Then she swings her fist and clouts ya a good one upside your head, and snarls at ya to give her the goddamn money and get the fuck out, ya dumbshit kid! And yer aniki clouts ya another one fer bein' stupid enough to wanna kiss a whore, and ya ride back to the compound fightin' tears all the way, not understandin' why ya feel all dirty and used, and how that makes you a man.

 

Yeah, the first time can suck major hind tit—but it wasn't gonna be that way for him.

 

I guess all these memories musta made me shudder or somethin,' 'cause Tama suddenly lifted up to look into my face. "Are you all right?"

 

I looked up into those eyes filled with worry, soft with care…and I told him the truth. "I'm doin' great, Tama; never been better."

 

Just like that, all the bad thoughts and memories vanished, and I was right there in the moment, the way sex is supposed to work. I felt his skin rasp against mine, felt him warm between my thighs…and the fire flared up in me again, makin' me tremble with raw, demanding need—

 

But I'd promised him 'slow,' hadn't I? A promise is a promise, so I reached up and took his face in my shaking hands. I brought him slowly closer, until our lips just brushed; not the hungry kisses we'd exchanged earlier, but something sweet, almost achin' with controlled desire. I moved my lips against his as if I was whisperin' secrets that only his heart could hear…and he did the same, exploring my mouth just as soft and sweet. It was fuckin' awesome, what holdin' back could make ya feel. It was like lightnin' was travelin' up and down my body—and I knew he felt the same, 'cause I could feel pulsing movements down at my thighs as he grew hard again.

 

I reached my hands down and pressed against his back so that he was pushed against me, and I heard his little gasp of surprise. Whoa, no, slow down, Tasuki! or else his first time is gonna be over in no time flat! Draw it out; make him feel…everything.

 

I ran my hands up the lines of his back, digging in my thumbs in a deep massage. He moaned in pleasure, and I felt the tension leave his muscles. Good; he was back under control, and we were back on track. I reached up and untied his hair, watching as it fell across his shoulders like blue-black silk. Man, I never knew he had so much hair! Usually he kept it under control in his customary ponytail…but now freed from its ties, it fell everywhere around us, as sleek and soft as the rarest Imperial silk. I couldn't help it; I ran my hands through it over and over, lettin' the strands whisper through my fingers.

 

Not that Tama was just lyin' there, though; his hands were just as busy exploring my skin. I was a little embarrassed by how fascinated he seemed by my weird male/female breasts—but hey, this was what it was all about, right? Gettin' close to each other, hiding nothin', feelin' all these new feelings as his hands did things no one had ever done to me before. I felt sparks of pleasure, and my body arched against his for a moment. This seemed to excite him even more, and his hands got more eager and enthusiastic, pullin' at me, grippin' harder…wait, twistin' my—

 

Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW, goddamn it, SHIT!

 

I didn't even think—my hand just flashed down between us and grabbed up a handful of firm, heavy flesh. I lifted and squeezed…and Tama froze in place, eyes wide in surprise and only inches from my own furious glare. We stayed like that, face to face, for one heartbeat…two…then—

 

"Tasuki." Tama's voice was breathless, and pitched a little higher than usual. "I think maybe…this isn't meant…in a…friendly way."

 

"It ain't!"

 

I turned my hand a fraction, and he yelped.

 

"Do you think…you could…loosen your grip…just…a little?"

 

"I got a deal for ya, Tama," I snarled through gritted teeth. "You let go of the tits—and I'll let go of the balls."

 

He released me immediately, but I was still pissed, so I held him just a moment longer, tightening my fingers on the velvety flesh so that he gasped—and only then did I let go.

 

He sucked in a breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but his eyes were shinin' in a weird way. "Let me know if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing that…I hurt you."

 

"Got it in one, dickhead!"

 

"I'm sorry." His voice was contrite, but something else trembled beneath his tones. "Let me make it up to you." Just that fast, he pinned my arms to the ground and lowered his head to my chest, kissin' the injured flesh. Then his tongue started workin'.

 

"Gods!" I cried, my body practically flyin' up into the rafters from the sensations that he sent crashin' through me. But see, I was still pissed at him, and it wasn't fair that he was makin' me feel so good when I wanted to stay mad at him! So I tried to twist away, but he held me in place, his ogre power easily overpowering my own strength. That made me madder, which for some reason made me hotter for him, which then made what he was doin' drive me fuckin' insane! I don't know why or how, but it felt like his tongue was sendin' sparks from my chest down to my groin, makin' my back arch again and my hips jerk against his. The fire started buildin' in my center, takin' me over so I couldn't fight it any longer. I closed my eyes and thought, He's gonna do it! He's gonna make me come with his tongue alone! and just when I was sure this was it—

 

He stopped.

 

Tama lifted wide and innocent eyes to mine. "Better?"

 

I couldn't talk 'cause I couldn't catch my breath, but I sent him a look so evil, his balls shoulda shriveled up and fled back into his body. The Mount Kaou bandits have been known to piss themselves at that look from me.

 

Didn't seem to work too well on this guy, though.

 

"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" he went on smoothly, soundin' more pleased with himself than Hotohori after a mirror session.

 

He was a dead man.

 

The asshole didn't seem to realize that he only had a few seconds left on this earth, and went on chattin' pleasantly. "But you see, fair is fair, Tasuki. You hurt me too, so now…" he leaned in close so I could see the sparkle in his eyes, "…you have to do the same for me."

 

"You BASTARD!" I shrieked, and somehow twisted and flipped him so that he was now underneath me. I threw one punch after another at him, which he blocked in his usual way. "You're laughin' at me, you fucker! I'll kill ya for this, d'ya hear me?"

 

"Tasuki, wait; Tasuki, calm down!"

 

His words didn't do any good, since he was laughing even harder as he fought me off. We rolled across the floor, struggling wildly and bumpin' into the stalls, makin' the old plow horse stamp in alarm, and the cows low testily. The one amazing thing was that the baby didn't start cryin'—but then again, she was usta sleepin' in a barn fulla noisy animals, so what was two more? But I guess my baby worries made me hesitate just long enough to give Tama the opening he needed. The fucker grabbed both my fists, then lifted me up and carried me over to our makeshift bed, pushin' me down and pressin' his body over mine so I couldn't get up.

 

I struggled once more but realized that I couldn't get away from him, so I turned my head to one side and stared off into space, sulking. All right, it was a girly thing to do, but fuck it! What other choice did he leave me?

 

"Come on, don't be mad," he wheedled. "I wasn't laughing at you, Tasuki; I was laughing at us."

 

"So what's the big joke, then, huh?" I snarled at the hay bale to my left.

 

"Look at us!" His voice was choked with laughter. "Don't you find it the least bit funny that in the middle of making mad, passionate love to each other, we end up in a brawl?"

 

"Hey, you started it, asshole! I wasn't the one who was treatin' parts of your body like they were removable! An' another thing—!" But finally my brain caught up to my ears. I grew still, feelin' this weird warm glow move up my body, makin' my thoughts soft and fuzzy and my voice all trembly. "What did you just say?"

 

He started to smirk as if he were gonna make another smartass remark, but somethin' in my face musta stopped him. His expression grew serious and he moved down my body, pressin' down on me and bringin' his face real close to mine, so that all I could see were his eyes.

 

"I said that we were in the middle of making love…"

 

I blinked, holdin' my breath.

 

"…but I lied."

 

Okay, Tasuki, don't start with the fuckin' tears. You don't need the pretty words; it's not like ya ever heard them before, anyway. If sex is all he wants, that's good enough for you.

 

It has to be.

 

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes so that he wouldn't see my disappointment. He was so close now that his lips brushed mine, and I felt his words more than heard them.

 

"We're not in the middle; I've only just begun to make love to you."

 

Then he put his mouth right next to my ear and started tellin' me all the things he was gonna do to me, usin' all these words I had no idea he even knew, and describin' things that we were gonna do with our bodies, some things that I never heard of but sure as hell hoped were possible! The whole time, his midnight hair fell around us like a curtain, makin' me feel like we were enclosed in a secret place that only the two of us would ever find. And his body moved hard against me, lookin' for that one place he was meant to go, brushin' against somethin' that made me shudder and cry out—

 

And I knew I hadda stop him, 'cause I was fallin,' fallin' for him, and when I fell, I would break hard, shattering into a thousand pieces so that I'd never be the same again. I tried to think of somethin,' anythin' to say to slow him down, to slow me down, to give me time to get back in control!

 

"Slow!" I cried out, desperate. "I thought we were gonna take it slow, Tama! You're supposed to be--"

 

"A virgin, I know, but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot!" He lifted up and grinned at me, his features flushed and damp. "And even if I were a complete idiot, your body is telling me the right way to go. Tasuki, listen," he panted, still moving against my skin, pushing between my thighs, "I appreciate—ah!…the way you've tried, ahhhm, to be gentle with me—but I don't want gentle!"

 

He stopped moving, and his voice dropped into a throaty growl. "I want your fire. I want to be inside you and feel your heat, to have you tight around me as you go up in flames. I want you to take me to heaven and hell as only you can—and I'm willing to pay the price. Burn me, Tasuki!"

 

That was it. I fell, spinnin' crazily out of the sky—but he was fallin' with me, wrapped around me, and instead of breakin' into pieces, we burst into flame. I raised my legs, restin' my knees against his hips and bringin' him close, where he needed to be. He brought his hand down to guide himself, fumblin' a little in his eagerness, but that was all right with me, because everything was all right with me.

 

I drew his face next to mine, leanin' my cheek against his so that he couldn't see me wince as we tried to fit together. Ya see, my body was new, and although it was experienced in lettin' a baby out, it seemed to resist lettin' a man in. We kept tryin' though: Tama pushin' slow but forceful, me tryin' to match his rhythm. Almost there, almost there…. He was halfway in when he suddenly grasped my face, turnin' it and seizin' my lips, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his hips made a powerful thrust—and he was in all the way.

 

I'd like to say that it was instant ecstasy for me, but to tell the truth, it felt kinda weird at first. I wasn't used to havin' somethin' inside me like that, and it seemed a little uncomfortable, in spite of my arousal. The fire flickered in me a bit…until Tama started to move again. He made this sound, somethin' between a purr and a growl, and his pleasure ignited me. What was a little unpleasant friction, if I could make him feel that way?

 

Except it wasn't unpleasant for long. It got less uncomfortable with every stroke, and sometime in those first moments, it went from "Ah, okay" to "Whoa!" Yeah, there was a definite buzz buildin' through my whole body, makin' me feel real good while leavin' room for me to notice the little things.

 

Like the way his arms tightened and spasmed around me, as if he was riding waves of pleasure.

The way his cheek pressed against mine, its roughness somehow arousing me, makin' me glad that he forgot to shave this morning.

The masculine scent of his skin, sweet and clean like the hay that surrounded us but carryin' a trace of musk.

 

Most of all, I was caught up in that whole hypnotic rhythm he set, moving in me deep and steady, makin' me feel as if he was rockin' me in his arms. I moved with him, tracin' his spine with my fingers, nippin' him gently with my fangs. He groaned and thrust harder, pickin' up speed—and I could feel the tension buildin' in him. He was real close now, I knew, and this dizzy sense of power swept through me.

 

Pretty soon, I told myself, savoring the feeling of triumph; any second now—

 

"No!" he gasped and stopped moving, pressing his face into my neck as he shuddered, fightin' for control.

 

I gritted my teeth in frustration. "Yer startin' to make a habit outta this, Tama, an' I'm tellin' ya—"

 

"No, I'm telling you!" He met my gaze, his jaw all set and determined, like he was in the middle of a battle or somethin'. "Not this way—not just me. You're not there yet, are you?"

 

"Tama, listen, I'm feelin' good; you're makin' me feel real good—"

 

"Not good enough!"

 

Man, he was bein' a stubborn ass! What the fuck, did he think that I could make my body do whatever he wanted? It wasn't like I had a lifetime of experience in knowin' how this body worked!

 

For a second, I toyed with the idea of fakin' it. Well, okay, I didn't really know how to fake it, but it wasn't like Tama was some kinda expert either. Maybe if I groaned and arched my back at the right moment, he'd think that I was climaxing right with him. Then he would be happy, and I would be happy, and—

 

I would've lied to him. I would've lied to him and tricked him, and that's not what we were about. We were about trust…or nothin' at all.

 

So I swallowed my pride and decided to tell him the truth. "Tama, I'm sorry. I guess I don't know what I'm doin'. I only know that I don't want ya to stop, an' I'm sorry that I can't—"

 

"You idiot!" He locked his arms around my waist and pulled us up, managing to stay inside me somehow. He was sitting back on his knees now, and I was straddling his lap—and whoa! It felt a little…different. "It's my fault, not yours!" he went on scoldin' me. "You haven't done anything wrong; in fact, you've been perfect."

 

Suddenly he reached along my back and grabbed my hair, twistin' its length around his hand and bringin' my face right up against his. I caught my breath, mesmerized by the desire blazing in his eyes.

 

"You're perfect. You're beautiful. Let me tell you what you're doing to me. Let me tell you how it feels to be inside you."

 

Then he started tellin' me just that, all these words that spoke of pleasure and passion and ecstasy. It was like he was reciting poetry or singing to me, and I felt these strange thrills runnin' through me, as if he was strikin' chords deep inside me. It was like the words themselves were doin' things to me—and I didn't understand how words alone could drive a body to ecstasy, but hell, I didn't care!

 

The whole time, he was moving inside me with short, deep strokes, making me feel these rising bursts of pleasure. I tilted my head back against his hand and gasped as I moved with him, against him, and he responded, wrappin' his other arm around my waist and movin' faster and harder. Our seishi symbols blazed with scarlet light, tsubasa and oni shinin' together, lightin' up the whole barn and prob'ly the surroundin' countryside as well, but we were too lost in each other to care.

 

Somehow, Tama kept talkin' to me, his words breathless now but even more passionate. He called me all these strange names:

 

Wild heart, he gasped. Starchild, come with me. Take me to heaven, fire angel, fly me on your wings.

 

And I felt myself rising with him, riding his passion, feeling something in me tighten and tense—and I knew that he had me, had me right here, right now, now and forever—

 

Burn for me, Tasuki! His voice vibrated with rapture, a trembling command. Burn for me the way I burn for you! Open your eyes, and see how I burn!

 

So I opened my eyes—and fell into his, those eyes that raged with desire, devouring me. I felt myself go up in a burst of flame, and in that moment I knew what it was like to be the tessen: shooting explosive fire with powerful, unbeatable force. I cried out, convulsing against him, tightening around him, feeling him plunge deep into me as he screamed out his own ecstasy. We clung to each other, gasping as the flames consumed us, forging us together into one single being made of perfect joy.

 

Finally, the ecstasy receded, leaving us trembling and weak. Tama released my hair, laying me gently back on our makeshift bed of straw covered by cloaks. He settled his body over mine again, and I felt him soft and warm against me. We touched each other gently, brushing our lips together as we slowly returned to reality. Stunned by the intensity of what we'd just experienced, we were both silent, content just to feel and caress each other until we could find the right words to say.

 

Right then, a querulous, mewling cry rose up from the manger—and we both laughed at the baby's timing.

 

"I'll get her." Tama lifted off me and walked over to the manger, pickin' up Yu-chan and cooing to her as he reached for one of the cloths we cut up for diapers.

 

I got up on one elbow and watched him, thinkin' that I'd never seen him look hotter, still flushed from our lovemaking but all paternal and caring now. He finished changing the baby, laughing as she grabbed a fistful of his loose hair, then turned to bring her to me.

 

He stopped and blushed at whatever it was he saw in my eyes. "What?" he mumbled, embarrassed.

 

I grinned at him, enjoying the fact that he was now the self-conscious one. "I was just thinkin,'" I mused, "that I never really understood what the word 'beautiful' meant…until now."

 

He went completely scarlet at that, frozen in place, until Yu-chan complained again.

 

He quickly deposited her in my arms. "Here, feed your daughter."

 

The gruffness in his voice made me smile again, 'specially when he pressed a cup of water in my hands and tenderly brushed the hair out of my eyes. Yeah, Tama was a real tough guy, all right.

 

He settled down behind me and rested one hand on my hip. I felt a little twinge of guilt at how the baby had interrupted us before I had the chance to tell him anything.

 

"Sorry," I murmured.

 

"For what?"

 

"Well, Yu-chan woke a little too soon, an'—"

 

"Don't worry about it." His warm breath trickled down my neck, makin' me shiver. "Now if she had woken five minutes earlier, I would be the one crying."

 

I laughed. "Yeah, me too." I searched my mind for somethin' else to say, somethin' that would convey what I was feeling: a word that meant gratitude and wonder and somethin' deep and tender, all rolled together—but my thoughts were gettin' vague and fuzzy, and suddenly I felt so tired….

 

I didn't wake again till maybe a couple of hours later. Yu-chan was still nestled against my breast, her tiny hands pressed against my skin, and I could feel Tama resting against my back, his deep, even breathing warm against my shoulder as his arm curled possessively over my side.

 

And I looked for the right words to describe what I felt right then, sandwiched between the two of them. It was like every good thing I'd ever felt in my life: warmth and comfort and peace and home…

 

…and somethin' new, somethin' that I'd never felt before but somehow recognized in my soul.

 

I felt loved.

 

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To be continued...

 

Author note: Thank you for reading.

 

-Aenisses- 13-September-2006