Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ Last Night Together ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Serenitychan13 
Souzou has made his decision and will leave in the morning. His parting gift to his wife is the sweetest he can give her.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.04.2004 | Updated On: 03.14.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 341 | Status: Completed
Souzou has made his decision and will leave in the morning. His parting gift to his wife is the sweetest he can give her.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.04.2004 | Updated On: 03.14.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 341 | Status: Completed
Souzou woke that morning with a sick feeling in his stomach. His conversation with Sanosuke over a week ago had shaken him badly. There had to be some survivors of the massacre of the Sekihoutai. There just had to be... He had been thinking about what to do for the whole week and had come to a sad conclusion. There was no more time to lose. He had made his descision and would leave tomorrow.
He looked at Midori, who was still sound asleep beside him. Taking care not to wake her, Souzou slipped out from under the blankets and dressed in silence. Fishing through drawers and most of the closet, he found his uniform, the one he wore as part of the Sekihoutai. He didn't notice when Midori opened her eyes.
Midori noticed that Souzou wasn't by her side, still sound asleep as he usually was, when she woke up. Blinking a few times, she figured that it was probably an hour or so before dawn. What was Souzou doing up this early and, more importantly, where was he? She looked around and had to try and stifle a gasp as she saw him holding the distinctive jacket of the Sekihoutai. But he heard her anyway and turned around to face her.
"Souzou, what are you doing?" Midori asked urgently.
"Nothing," he said after a moment's hesitation. "You don't need to be worried..."
But Midori was worried anyway.
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The rest of the day passed with an uncomfortable silence hovering in the house. Even Toshio could sense that something was different. Souzou was trying to soothe the raging emotions in his heart. He was dreading tomorrow, terrified of what would happen to him. His heart was breaking at the thought of what this was going to do to his wife and family.
Most of all, he hated himself for believing all those ideals, for allowing himself to be seduced by pretty words about truth and justice and equality. He had been wrong to believe them and now his whole family would suffer for his stupidity. There was also grief stinging in his heart. He would only have one more night with his wife, even less time with his daughter and Sanosuke.
For about an hour and a half after dinner, he sat with Toshio and Sanosuke, telling them stories of some of the stupid things he did as a boy. Toshio was in his lap, still her favorite place to be, laughing happily at her father's stories. Even Sano was able to relax and let himself laugh. Souzou made sure to laugh with them, though he felt like breaking down, falling on his knees and crying. He had to stay strong, for them. He couldn't let them see anything that would worry them.
Midori watched her husband telling them stories. She saw right through those bitter-sounding laughs and forced smiles. One way or another, she was going to find out what was wrong. Just not with Toshio and Sanosuke in the room.
After another half hour, Toshio fell asleep in her father's arms and he carried her to her room and tucked her in. Sanosuke dragged himself off to bed soon after. His brown hair stuck out in all directions because he kept scratching his head and stretching.
Souzou sat alone in the living room, still thinking about how much it would hurt them. He shuddered at the thought of pain. He didn't even want to think of how it would hurt him.
Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet and headed for the bedroom without a word. Midori was curious about this; Souzou might be nearly impossible to wake up, but he always had a hard time with actually getting to bed. He never went to bed this early, that is, if he ever went to bed early at all. She was starting to get seriously worried about him. Silently, she followed him and found that he had somehow jammed the door shut. She rolled her eyes and was about to hit the place that could make the door unstick when she heard his voice.
"Midori, hold on," he said, his voice having a very familiar tone to it. "Just wait for me."
Midori's heart fluttered for a second. Was this going where she thought it was? She heard frantic movement, like the sound of someone trying to set something up in a hurry. When it stopped, she heard his voice again.
"Alright, now you need to close your eyes," he said softly; she could tell he was just about to open the door so she did as she was told.
She heard the shoji slide open and her skin tingled in anticipation. Souzou took hold of her hand and led her into the room. For a second, she thought her heart was going to stop completely. He stopped her and let go of her hand. She was about to open her eyes when she felt him wrap his arms around her from behind. He leaned in and nuzzled against her throat, staying there so that his breath tickled her skin.
"You can open them now," he whispered, pulling her close to him and kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear.
When Midori opened her eyes, her hand flew to her heart and she thought she was going to faint right then and there. There were candles around the room, just like he had done on their wedding night. She heard Souzou's voice again and felt his breath becoming heated.
"Midori, you mean so much to me," he said quietly. "I love you beyond any kind of measure... I don't think I tell you that nearly often enough, precious one. So I wanted to make it up to you."
"Souzou..." she whispered. "It's beautiful... Just like what you did for---"
"---Our wedding night," he finished for her, letting his mouth brush her skin. "I just thought I should do something special for you this time... Show you my love instead of just telling you..."
Before she could say another word, she was in his arms. Yes, lifted off the floor, being carried like a princess. She relaxed into his hold, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes for a moment as she snuggled against him. Gently, Souzou set her down on their futon. Standing back a little ways from it, he slowly stripped to the waist. He knelt beside Midori and took her hand again, looking straight into her eyes. A seductive smile played on his lips.
"Midori, do you love me?" he asked, his dark eyes shining.
She tilted her head at him, slightly puzzled.
"Of course I love you," she said softly.
He let go of her hand and slid his hand under her chin, leaning in until their faces were inches apart.
"Then let me love you tonight," he said, his voice low, deep and slightly husky. "Will you let me make love to you? It'll be so good for you, honey, I promise... So sweet..."
"Oh..." she breathed. "Yes..."
"Tell me," he whispered against her lips. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to touch me, Souzou." she said, brushing her mouth sweetly against his. "Hold me... Kiss me... Love me..."
He pulled her closer, so that their mouths were almost touching, just enough to feel each other's warmth.
"Oh, sweetheart," he growled, his voice coming from deep in his chest. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear..."
And his mouth was on hers, soft, hot and wet. Midori gasped at the suddeness of it, but closed her eyes and relaxed against him. She groaned softly as his tongue swept between her lips easily and tenderly caressed her own. She wrapped one arm around him, curling her tongue around his in that special way as her other hand moved down his bare stomach. For a second, Souzou stiffened, moaning quietly. Before things went any further, he reluctantly pulled back.
"Not yet, honey," he whispered, his hands moving to the belt of her yukata. "I want this to last..."
She whimpered softly, begging for him to touch her. Slowly, he untied her yukata, letting the narrow belt drop. The light cotton robe fell open at the top, showing just enough tease. Starting with kisses up and down her throat, he moved down to her collar bone. As his lips moved, so did his hands. He slipped his hands inside her open yukata, resting them on her shoulders. As he lifted his mouth from her skin, he slid the robe off her shoulders and watched it fall around her waist.
"So beautiful, my sweet," he said quietly. "Absolutely perfect."
The peaks of her breasts had turned to tight little buds as they were exposed to the air.
"Lie back," he coaxed. "Relax. I'll take everything slow for you... My darling one, I want you to feel nothing but pleasure..."
Midori lay down on their futon, the rest of her yukata slipping off her slender body as she moved. Souzou sighed as he saw her body in its purest form, laying bare before him. Slowly, he leaned down to her chest, letting his hot breath tickle her breasts. She made a small, contented sound and let her eyes fall half-closed.
Her eyes flew open as his tongue caressed one hardened tip. Souzou teased her only for a second before he encircled the little bud with his mouth and suckled gently. A moan from deep in Midori's throat escaped from her lips and she arched her chest into the touch of his mouth. All too soon, it seemed to her, he moved to its twin. Again his tongue flickered over the tip before she felt the wet warmth of his mouth against her skin. Back and forth a few more times, he switched to nurse tenderly on each little peak.
As he made her pant and moan, continuing to nurse, one hand slid down the curves of her body and stopped at her hip. The other moved to where his mouth had been before, massaging her left breast. He laid his hand flat on her stomach and slowly inched toward the center of her being as a woman. Her stomach tightened as his hand moved over her lower belly.
Slowly, his touch becoming more firm, though just as tender, he slid further down to cup his hand around her. At the first touch, she gave a soft cry and started to pant again. He began to moan into her breast as he continued to nurse, sending shivers down her back. Gently, he slipped a finger between her nether lips, teasing the sensitive nerves in her jewel. Midori gasped and arched her back as he touched her in all the right ways.
When his thumb replaced his finger on that most sensitive bit of her, his finger slipped into her opening. Slowly, he began moving it in and out, searching for that little spot inside her that would make her lose control. Her hips twitched and her moans grew louder. Continuing to stroke the pearl that held a tangle of sensitive nerves, he slid a second finger in to join the first. His mouth left her breast to kiss her as he moved his hand a little faster. Her body shuddered as he found the hidden place deep inside her, stroking it with both fingers.
As he suckled her tongue, the combination of where his hands and mouth were started to drive her crazy. She let out a series of soft cries into his mouth as his hand moved faster inside her. His fingers came into contact with that little spot again, bringing her closer to the edge.
He stopped the movement of his hand altogether, letting the sensation build as he enjoyed the feel of her wetness. She arched her hips against him, moaning softly. He fluttered his fingers inside her, finally pushing her off the edge of her control.
His mouth covered hers, muffling the sound of her cries. Her hips arched of their own accord, grinding uncontrollably against his hand. He continued to play over that secret place, sending her high again in pleasure just as she came down.
"Yes... Oh, sweetheart," he said quietly. "That's right... lose yourself..."
As the tremors in her body subsided and she could see past the flashing colors, Midori let herself go limp, fully relaxed. Souzou watched her face, smiling at her expression of pure bliss. When she could manage coherent speech, Midori took Souzou's hand in hers.
"Ah... Souzou, you're wonderful," she whispered. "Please, keep going, love."
"Don't worry," he replied. "I will..."
He slid his fingers out of her and slowly raised his hand to his mouth. With a sly smile, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and licked away her wetness. Midori moaned at the sight. Souzou pressed a kiss to his wife's mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. She sighed into their kiss, surprised at how sweet she was.
When he pulled away from her lips, he began moving down her body, kissing her and swirling his tongue over her heated skin. Midori started panting again as he moved lower, brushing his lips lightly over the smooth flesh of her stomach. His kisses became hot and wet as he moved slowly down her lower belly. Gently, he guided her to hook her legs over his shoulders, allowing him better access to her soft, sweet secrets. Panting became soft groaning as his tongue slipped between her nether lips and flicked over her nub. She threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy as he lapped at it with long, slow strokes.
As her cries died down to soft whimpers, Souzou's tongue moved down towards Midori's slick entrance. Lightly he traced around it with the tip of his tongue, tasting her sweetness again. Her hips twitched as shudders ran through her body. Slowly, he entered her with his tongue, making love to her so sweetly with his mouth. When she felt his tongue moving inside her, she tilted her head back again as she moaned her pleasure.
Then he pulled out of her altogether, kissing and caressing her inner thighs and driving her insane.
Just when she thought her heart would stop, he began his tender ministrations again. He encircled that little bundle of hypersensitive nerves in the warmth of his lips, suckling hard and fast. It sent her instantly into the abyss of pleasure. Her whole mind blanked out and it felt like her heart was searing. Her eyes rolled up and her head tossed back and forth as her hands tangled in her husband's silky hair, urging him to stay there and continue to drive her wild. Her body was totally unaware of anything but mind-blowing pleasure.
Souzou groaned as Midori thrashed, grinding her womanhood against his mouth and releasing her sweetness to him, love honey gushing out of her. Her sweet juices filled his mouth, smooth and delicious on his tongue. As she stopped moving and relaxed completely, her breathing heavier than it had ever been, he lifted his head from between her legs. She shifted a little, opening her eyes about halfway and whimpering. Trying not to disturb her, he pushed himself to his feet and quickly shed what remained of his own clothing. While she was still for the most part out of it, he lay down beside her.
Midori came fully back to her senses in a few minutes and felt her husband's steady breathing. His arms held her tight, pressing her bare body against his own. She relaxed against his chest, enjoying the soothing feel of his skin on hers. Souzou felt her slight movements and looked down at her. She felt his gaze on her and looked up at him. His dark brown eyes held an intensity she had never seen before.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice obviously coming from deep in his chest.
She couldn't find the presence of mind to speak, so she just let her head rest comfortably over his heart. He smiled and gently pulled her up so that her head rested in the curve of his throat. She settled in as close as she could get and he ran his hands through her long brown hair.
"Midori... Do you like it when I have my mouth there?" he asked, his voice becoming a low, deep-voiced whisper.
"Yes..." she whispered breathlessly, her mind almost completely incoherent. "Dear God... ohyes!"
He felt masculine pride flicker in his mind. Holding her tight against him with one arm, he ran his other hand down her back. Gently, he brought it to rest on her bottom. Her skin was silky-soft under his hand and he pressed her lower body against his to feel more of it.
"Does it feel good?" he purred, sliding his length along her smooth slit.
Midori whimpered and squirmed against him, trying to make him enter her.
"Mmm... So good, my love," she moaned, undulating her stomach against Souzou's. "Feels like heaven, being with you..."
Souzou settled more of his weight on his wife's body to still her movements.
"Do you want it there again?" he asked, a faint growling note in his voice as he skillfully evaded her pleading thrusts.
Midori's hips twitched reflexively, pressing their lower bodies together again. Souzou's grip tightened for a second as a deep groan escaped his throat. Midori reached up to run one hand through his hair. For a moment, Souzou closed his eyes and leaned into the caress of her hand in his hair, his eyes closed like a happy cat.
"Oh... oh yes," she breathed. "Again... oh... please..."
Souzou smiled evilly at his wife then pressed his lips against hers. When he pulled away, he returned to where he had been, feeling her heated skin against his and loving it. Her body twitched as his mouth touched her nether lips. As his tongue slipped between them, twirling around that sensitive little pearl, her breathing turned to panting. This time, he went slowly, seeking out all the places that would make her groan and writhe, pressing her womanhood against his mouth.
"How do you stay so delicious?" he whispered against her softest parts, making her sensitive skin tingle. "I could drink from you forever, my sweet."
As his tongue continued to find all her secret places, her panting turned into little cries of pleasure. Again long, slow strokes over that sensitized bit of her brought her closer to the edge than ever. Her cries grew louder as he slipped two fingers inside her once again. He continued to tease her jewel with his tongue. Firmly yet tenderly, he began sliding his fingers in and out of her once more.
His mouth kept her guessing and his hand again found that hidden pleasure spot deep within her. His attentions started pushing her closer to the edge of her control. He began increasing his speed and alternately putting his tongue and fingers inside her. Cries of pleasure turned to incoherent sputtering words. Occasionally coherent was a fevered plea for more or a soft moan intoning his name. Continuing to drive his fingers into her core, he once again sealed his mouth over her little pearl. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin for only a few seconds. Then he closed his lips around the tightened bud, suckling harder on it.
That did it.
Midori lost track of all coherent thought and her vision was blocked by blasts of bright colors. Her hips bucked in abandon, grinding herself into her husband's mouth as he moaned into her womanhood. His fingers remained inside her, stroking that little sweet spot and sending pleasure shocks through her body.
Souzou slowly pulled away, keeping his fingers in her and teasing her nerves as he watched her lose control again. For a moment, tears came to his eyes and he pressed his face against the smooth, silky skin of her belly. This was the last night she would give herself to him, the last night he would feel the soft warmth of her skin on his. He blinked them back as she started to come down from her pleasurable high.
Tenderly, he started kissing her belly, continuing to slide his fingers in and out of her slowly. Eventually, Midori lay there twitching uncontrollably, her eyes half-closed and her lips just barely parted. Shifting a little, Souzou slipped an arm around her shoulders, cradling her gently.
"Don't go to sleep yet, honey," he whispered pleadingly, kissing her forehead. "Please... I need you..."
Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a small, involuntary gasp as he slid his fingers out of her womanhood, slick with her wetness. Again, he raised his hand to his mouth. Sighing a little and relaxing, he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. Stretched out on his side and feeling his wife's bare skin against his own, tasting her sweetness, his attention came to his obvious arousal.
"It only gets better from here," he said softly, nuzzling against her throat. "I can make you feel like you're in heaven... Make you forget your own name... And if you say I can, I'll make you scream. Do you want me to make you scream?"
Souzou felt Midori's hand trailing down his body, her fingernails running tenderly over his skin. His breathing quickened and his body tingled all over, especially when her hand stopped for a moment to tease his nipples into little buds. With one hand, he caught hers and held it against his heart to stop her torture. Gently, he tilted his wife's face toward his, wordlessly asking for her answer.
"Yes..." she whispered. "Yes, Souzou..."
That was all the encouragement he needed.
"Then lie back," he said softly. "Let me pleasure you until you're screaming my name..."
She relaxed and turned on her back, her eyes half-closed and a sultry smile gracing her kiss-swollen lips. Souzou shifted so that his body was settled over his wife's thin form. She felt secure under his warmth, that she was safe and would never feel hurt again. He pressed his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue between her lips and swirling it around her own. One hand moved gently up her body to knead her breasts, first one then the other. Midori squirmed against her husband's body, feeling the heat of his arousal at the apex of her thighs. Gently, he eased his knee down between her thighs, spreading her legs to make room for his lower body.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. "I want you to scream for me."
Midori was panting, her eyes half-closed, as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Please," she said breathlessly. "Souzou, I need you... oh love... inside me... please..."
He smiled gently at her and leaned down to kiss her, his tongue tenderly probing at her lips as his length slowly slid into her opening. Midori wrapped her legs around Souzou's waist. When he was fully settled inside her, he stopped completely, not moving at all. Soon, Midori couldn't stand it and began to thrust her hips upwards, her hands sliding up to run through his hair. Oh, how that relaxed him! His spine tingled at the sensual feeling.
Gently, he began to counter her movements, his hips pressing down to meet hers. The two were soon meeting each other thrust for thrust. Midori's eyes were beginning to flutter and her breathing was shallow.
'Mm... Yes...' thought Souzou. 'She's ready... And I'm going to keep my word...'
Suddenly, Souzou stopped moving, wrapped his arms tightly around her and turned over on his back. Midori, who barely had time to untangle her legs from around him, gasped at the new sensation and froze. Grinning wickedly at her, he moved his hands to her pert rear, sliding them over the smooth skin. When she arched into his touch, his tip was forced against that sweet pleasure spot inside her. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips and she panted harder. With his hands still cupping her rear, Souzou pulled his wife forward, embedding himself to the hilt in her body.
As he filled her completely, his tip pushed into the center of her core, making her cry out as her vision blacked out for a moment. Holding her firmly where she was, he began to thrust upwards into her warm center. Over and over he hit that hidden spot, staying a little longer each time, bringing her closer and closer to her release. Her cries grew louder and more high-pitched as he rocked lazily into her womanhood. Gently, he started guiding her hips to press down as he thrust up. Just as she started to pick up on his rhythm, he started going faster.
"Souzou!" she cried, her voice thick with passion.
She threw her head back, inviting her husband to kiss her exposed throat, and the sounds she made became more and more unintelligible. Low moans and strangled-sounding shrieks joined her impassioned vocalizations as she continued to call out his name. Her most primal instincts were beginning to take over her, taking away her power of coherent thoughts and speech. Souzou rotated his hips as he ground hard into her, creating strange and wonderful sensations in her body.
"AH!" she cried once again. "Souzou! Souzou, please! I need it!"
"Not until I've made you scream," he growled through clenched teeth. "Then I'll make you come..."
With that he thrust into her again, hard and fast. His hands traveled up her body to massage her breasts as he continued to pump himself in and out of her. Finally, a lucky stroke hit just the right place and she screamed his name out. Repeating that same motion took her away with him to dance on Saturn's rings. Midori's bones no longer seemed able to hold her up and she collapsed against Souzou's chest. She continued to scream, thrashing and twitching and grinding against him.
Souzou loved watching his wife's beautiful face contort in abandon in the throes of a powerful orgasm. A little more than five minutes later, when she began to return to her senses, her body was still shaking uncontrollably. She opened her pleasure-hazed eyes halfway and looked down at her beloved husband's face. His expression seemed torn between bliss and pain. She writhed against him to find that he was still aroused within her.
"Souzou, does it hurt?" she asked hoarsely.
His shuddering breath gave her an affirmative answer.
"May I take care of it?" she asked, her violet eyes wide in compassion as she nuzzled up to him. "Do you want me to?"
"No, love," he whispered softly, sliding out of her as gently as he could. "This night is for you... However, there is a way to satisfy both of us..."
She looked at him uncertainly.
"Midori, do you trust me?" Souzou asked gently, his voice deep.
She nodded with a whispered "Yes..."
"Then let me guide you," he whispered, his voice taking a soothing tone. "This will take care of both of us."
Midori wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and snuggled up to the warmth of his soft skin and firm body.
"I love you," she said, her voice sweet and quiet as she laid her head over his heart and closed her eyes for a brief moment. "You know that, don't you?"
Souzou stroked his wife's cheek and lifted his head so that he could see her face.
"I do know, and I love you too," he said quietly, looking at her with love in his dark brown eyes, fighting to keep his sadness out of his deep voice. "Now lie down on your stomach..."
"But wasn't that what you wanted to do?" Midori teased, earning a soft swat on her rear.
Midori did as she was told and Souzou guided her onto her hands and knees. Slipping his hand into the apex of her thighs made her spread her legs reflexively. Carefully, he knelt behind her and wrapped his arms around her, lacing his hands together on her belly. He slid his manhood in between her legs, stroking his length along her slit and coating himself with her wetness. Gently, he positioned his tip at her entrance. For just a second, Midori was stunned.
'I don't believe it,' she thought dazedly. 'We're actually going to do it... like THAT!?'
With that, all coherent thought was instantly lost to her mind as he thrust his lower body forward and entered her quickly. Instantly, his tip plunged straight into her pleasure core, eliciting a half-moan/half-cry from her. Powerful muscles drove him deeper into her with every stroke, making her scream out his name and press her rear against his belly. Her inner muscles tightened a little on him, making him groan deeply and increase his speed.
As he went faster, he began to lose himself in her warmth. At a particularly deep thrust, her inner walls clamped down on him. Souzou moaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest, and tightened his arms around her, his body bent almost double. He continued to thrust, the pressure from her body creating wonderfully maddening friction. Finally, he froze and held Midori against him, his body shuddering. His hips jerked reflexively, driving his manhood deep into her core as he released his essence inside her, spending every drop in her body. At the surge of hot liquid within her deepest core, Midori lost her control again as well.
Their shared orgasm took them higher than they had ever been before. Both of them cried out as they became one, body and heart and soul, for the last time. Their bodies shuddered, pressed against each other. Souzou held Midori close to his chest as they both collapsed, unable to support themselves a moment longer. Souzou was totally spent, his essence leaking out of Midori's opening around his manhood. Midori settled under her husband's weight, feeling warm and safe. They both felt more complete than ever before in their lives. For a while, Souzou was able to forget about tomorrow as he took a few sweet moments to kiss her shoulders.
Husband and wife rested against each other as they still twitched with the aftershocks of making love. Souzou nuzzled into Midori's neck, inhaling that scent she always had about her and pressing kisses to her soft, sweat-dampened skin. A combination of sandalwood and an unnameable scent that defined the woman he loved soothed his pounding heart. Very vaguely, he remembered gently sliding out of her, coated with her fluids and his own. He thought of what might happen later in the night, when Midori might lap their combined essences off his length. Under him, warm and quite comfortable, Midori made a small sound of contentment. She felt secure, like she would never be hurt again.
Souzou was first to start returning to his senses. The room around him came back into a sort of hazy focus and the bright colors faded away. He turned on his side, stretched like a cat and pulled Midori close to his chest. The feel of heated skin on heated skin was comforting to him, letting him relax his tired body and mind. He started to lose himself in thought. Exactly what he was thinking about, he really didn't know. All he knew was that he snapped out of it immediately as soft lips brushed against his chest.
He looked down at Midori and saw her kissing him tenderly. She trailed soft kisses over his skin, paying special attention to the scars that occasionally marred the smoothness. When she reached one of the small flesh-colored buds, she drew it into her mouth. Souzou's eyes fluttered and his breath grew a little shorter as she suckled gently. He was going to turn her on her back and return the favor, but she looked too peaceful.
Too soon, however, she stopped and nuzzled up against him.
Settling in the middle ground between sleep and wakening, Souzou and Midori lay there in each other's arms, content to stay just as they were for a little longer. Neither of them knew how long they stayed that way. But when Souzou fully returned to his senses, he could tell that both of them needed to clean up. Midori wasn't far behind him, opening her eyes while she was still pressed to his body. Both could smell the heavy scent of their passionate night. Looking around, Souzou realized that it was most likely a few hours before dawn. He and Midori were going to have a long talk.
But it could wait. Both of them needed sleep. Souzou held his wife closer, inhaled her soothing scent, and let his eyes close. He made a soft, sleepy noise and snuggled as close to her warmth as he could get. Midori watched him fall asleep, seeing his contented smile and feeling his slow, even breathing. Snuggling comfortably into the soft skin of his chest, she sighed in contentment and closed her eyes as well.
For the last time, Souzou fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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He looked at Midori, who was still sound asleep beside him. Taking care not to wake her, Souzou slipped out from under the blankets and dressed in silence. Fishing through drawers and most of the closet, he found his uniform, the one he wore as part of the Sekihoutai. He didn't notice when Midori opened her eyes.
Midori noticed that Souzou wasn't by her side, still sound asleep as he usually was, when she woke up. Blinking a few times, she figured that it was probably an hour or so before dawn. What was Souzou doing up this early and, more importantly, where was he? She looked around and had to try and stifle a gasp as she saw him holding the distinctive jacket of the Sekihoutai. But he heard her anyway and turned around to face her.
"Souzou, what are you doing?" Midori asked urgently.
"Nothing," he said after a moment's hesitation. "You don't need to be worried..."
But Midori was worried anyway.
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The rest of the day passed with an uncomfortable silence hovering in the house. Even Toshio could sense that something was different. Souzou was trying to soothe the raging emotions in his heart. He was dreading tomorrow, terrified of what would happen to him. His heart was breaking at the thought of what this was going to do to his wife and family.
Most of all, he hated himself for believing all those ideals, for allowing himself to be seduced by pretty words about truth and justice and equality. He had been wrong to believe them and now his whole family would suffer for his stupidity. There was also grief stinging in his heart. He would only have one more night with his wife, even less time with his daughter and Sanosuke.
For about an hour and a half after dinner, he sat with Toshio and Sanosuke, telling them stories of some of the stupid things he did as a boy. Toshio was in his lap, still her favorite place to be, laughing happily at her father's stories. Even Sano was able to relax and let himself laugh. Souzou made sure to laugh with them, though he felt like breaking down, falling on his knees and crying. He had to stay strong, for them. He couldn't let them see anything that would worry them.
Midori watched her husband telling them stories. She saw right through those bitter-sounding laughs and forced smiles. One way or another, she was going to find out what was wrong. Just not with Toshio and Sanosuke in the room.
After another half hour, Toshio fell asleep in her father's arms and he carried her to her room and tucked her in. Sanosuke dragged himself off to bed soon after. His brown hair stuck out in all directions because he kept scratching his head and stretching.
Souzou sat alone in the living room, still thinking about how much it would hurt them. He shuddered at the thought of pain. He didn't even want to think of how it would hurt him.
Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet and headed for the bedroom without a word. Midori was curious about this; Souzou might be nearly impossible to wake up, but he always had a hard time with actually getting to bed. He never went to bed this early, that is, if he ever went to bed early at all. She was starting to get seriously worried about him. Silently, she followed him and found that he had somehow jammed the door shut. She rolled her eyes and was about to hit the place that could make the door unstick when she heard his voice.
"Midori, hold on," he said, his voice having a very familiar tone to it. "Just wait for me."
Midori's heart fluttered for a second. Was this going where she thought it was? She heard frantic movement, like the sound of someone trying to set something up in a hurry. When it stopped, she heard his voice again.
"Alright, now you need to close your eyes," he said softly; she could tell he was just about to open the door so she did as she was told.
She heard the shoji slide open and her skin tingled in anticipation. Souzou took hold of her hand and led her into the room. For a second, she thought her heart was going to stop completely. He stopped her and let go of her hand. She was about to open her eyes when she felt him wrap his arms around her from behind. He leaned in and nuzzled against her throat, staying there so that his breath tickled her skin.
"You can open them now," he whispered, pulling her close to him and kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear.
When Midori opened her eyes, her hand flew to her heart and she thought she was going to faint right then and there. There were candles around the room, just like he had done on their wedding night. She heard Souzou's voice again and felt his breath becoming heated.
"Midori, you mean so much to me," he said quietly. "I love you beyond any kind of measure... I don't think I tell you that nearly often enough, precious one. So I wanted to make it up to you."
"Souzou..." she whispered. "It's beautiful... Just like what you did for---"
"---Our wedding night," he finished for her, letting his mouth brush her skin. "I just thought I should do something special for you this time... Show you my love instead of just telling you..."
Before she could say another word, she was in his arms. Yes, lifted off the floor, being carried like a princess. She relaxed into his hold, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes for a moment as she snuggled against him. Gently, Souzou set her down on their futon. Standing back a little ways from it, he slowly stripped to the waist. He knelt beside Midori and took her hand again, looking straight into her eyes. A seductive smile played on his lips.
"Midori, do you love me?" he asked, his dark eyes shining.
She tilted her head at him, slightly puzzled.
"Of course I love you," she said softly.
He let go of her hand and slid his hand under her chin, leaning in until their faces were inches apart.
"Then let me love you tonight," he said, his voice low, deep and slightly husky. "Will you let me make love to you? It'll be so good for you, honey, I promise... So sweet..."
"Oh..." she breathed. "Yes..."
"Tell me," he whispered against her lips. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to touch me, Souzou." she said, brushing her mouth sweetly against his. "Hold me... Kiss me... Love me..."
He pulled her closer, so that their mouths were almost touching, just enough to feel each other's warmth.
"Oh, sweetheart," he growled, his voice coming from deep in his chest. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear..."
And his mouth was on hers, soft, hot and wet. Midori gasped at the suddeness of it, but closed her eyes and relaxed against him. She groaned softly as his tongue swept between her lips easily and tenderly caressed her own. She wrapped one arm around him, curling her tongue around his in that special way as her other hand moved down his bare stomach. For a second, Souzou stiffened, moaning quietly. Before things went any further, he reluctantly pulled back.
"Not yet, honey," he whispered, his hands moving to the belt of her yukata. "I want this to last..."
She whimpered softly, begging for him to touch her. Slowly, he untied her yukata, letting the narrow belt drop. The light cotton robe fell open at the top, showing just enough tease. Starting with kisses up and down her throat, he moved down to her collar bone. As his lips moved, so did his hands. He slipped his hands inside her open yukata, resting them on her shoulders. As he lifted his mouth from her skin, he slid the robe off her shoulders and watched it fall around her waist.
"So beautiful, my sweet," he said quietly. "Absolutely perfect."
The peaks of her breasts had turned to tight little buds as they were exposed to the air.
"Lie back," he coaxed. "Relax. I'll take everything slow for you... My darling one, I want you to feel nothing but pleasure..."
Midori lay down on their futon, the rest of her yukata slipping off her slender body as she moved. Souzou sighed as he saw her body in its purest form, laying bare before him. Slowly, he leaned down to her chest, letting his hot breath tickle her breasts. She made a small, contented sound and let her eyes fall half-closed.
Her eyes flew open as his tongue caressed one hardened tip. Souzou teased her only for a second before he encircled the little bud with his mouth and suckled gently. A moan from deep in Midori's throat escaped from her lips and she arched her chest into the touch of his mouth. All too soon, it seemed to her, he moved to its twin. Again his tongue flickered over the tip before she felt the wet warmth of his mouth against her skin. Back and forth a few more times, he switched to nurse tenderly on each little peak.
As he made her pant and moan, continuing to nurse, one hand slid down the curves of her body and stopped at her hip. The other moved to where his mouth had been before, massaging her left breast. He laid his hand flat on her stomach and slowly inched toward the center of her being as a woman. Her stomach tightened as his hand moved over her lower belly.
Slowly, his touch becoming more firm, though just as tender, he slid further down to cup his hand around her. At the first touch, she gave a soft cry and started to pant again. He began to moan into her breast as he continued to nurse, sending shivers down her back. Gently, he slipped a finger between her nether lips, teasing the sensitive nerves in her jewel. Midori gasped and arched her back as he touched her in all the right ways.
When his thumb replaced his finger on that most sensitive bit of her, his finger slipped into her opening. Slowly, he began moving it in and out, searching for that little spot inside her that would make her lose control. Her hips twitched and her moans grew louder. Continuing to stroke the pearl that held a tangle of sensitive nerves, he slid a second finger in to join the first. His mouth left her breast to kiss her as he moved his hand a little faster. Her body shuddered as he found the hidden place deep inside her, stroking it with both fingers.
As he suckled her tongue, the combination of where his hands and mouth were started to drive her crazy. She let out a series of soft cries into his mouth as his hand moved faster inside her. His fingers came into contact with that little spot again, bringing her closer to the edge.
He stopped the movement of his hand altogether, letting the sensation build as he enjoyed the feel of her wetness. She arched her hips against him, moaning softly. He fluttered his fingers inside her, finally pushing her off the edge of her control.
His mouth covered hers, muffling the sound of her cries. Her hips arched of their own accord, grinding uncontrollably against his hand. He continued to play over that secret place, sending her high again in pleasure just as she came down.
"Yes... Oh, sweetheart," he said quietly. "That's right... lose yourself..."
As the tremors in her body subsided and she could see past the flashing colors, Midori let herself go limp, fully relaxed. Souzou watched her face, smiling at her expression of pure bliss. When she could manage coherent speech, Midori took Souzou's hand in hers.
"Ah... Souzou, you're wonderful," she whispered. "Please, keep going, love."
"Don't worry," he replied. "I will..."
He slid his fingers out of her and slowly raised his hand to his mouth. With a sly smile, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and licked away her wetness. Midori moaned at the sight. Souzou pressed a kiss to his wife's mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. She sighed into their kiss, surprised at how sweet she was.
When he pulled away from her lips, he began moving down her body, kissing her and swirling his tongue over her heated skin. Midori started panting again as he moved lower, brushing his lips lightly over the smooth flesh of her stomach. His kisses became hot and wet as he moved slowly down her lower belly. Gently, he guided her to hook her legs over his shoulders, allowing him better access to her soft, sweet secrets. Panting became soft groaning as his tongue slipped between her nether lips and flicked over her nub. She threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy as he lapped at it with long, slow strokes.
As her cries died down to soft whimpers, Souzou's tongue moved down towards Midori's slick entrance. Lightly he traced around it with the tip of his tongue, tasting her sweetness again. Her hips twitched as shudders ran through her body. Slowly, he entered her with his tongue, making love to her so sweetly with his mouth. When she felt his tongue moving inside her, she tilted her head back again as she moaned her pleasure.
Then he pulled out of her altogether, kissing and caressing her inner thighs and driving her insane.
Just when she thought her heart would stop, he began his tender ministrations again. He encircled that little bundle of hypersensitive nerves in the warmth of his lips, suckling hard and fast. It sent her instantly into the abyss of pleasure. Her whole mind blanked out and it felt like her heart was searing. Her eyes rolled up and her head tossed back and forth as her hands tangled in her husband's silky hair, urging him to stay there and continue to drive her wild. Her body was totally unaware of anything but mind-blowing pleasure.
Souzou groaned as Midori thrashed, grinding her womanhood against his mouth and releasing her sweetness to him, love honey gushing out of her. Her sweet juices filled his mouth, smooth and delicious on his tongue. As she stopped moving and relaxed completely, her breathing heavier than it had ever been, he lifted his head from between her legs. She shifted a little, opening her eyes about halfway and whimpering. Trying not to disturb her, he pushed himself to his feet and quickly shed what remained of his own clothing. While she was still for the most part out of it, he lay down beside her.
Midori came fully back to her senses in a few minutes and felt her husband's steady breathing. His arms held her tight, pressing her bare body against his own. She relaxed against his chest, enjoying the soothing feel of his skin on hers. Souzou felt her slight movements and looked down at her. She felt his gaze on her and looked up at him. His dark brown eyes held an intensity she had never seen before.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice obviously coming from deep in his chest.
She couldn't find the presence of mind to speak, so she just let her head rest comfortably over his heart. He smiled and gently pulled her up so that her head rested in the curve of his throat. She settled in as close as she could get and he ran his hands through her long brown hair.
"Midori... Do you like it when I have my mouth there?" he asked, his voice becoming a low, deep-voiced whisper.
"Yes..." she whispered breathlessly, her mind almost completely incoherent. "Dear God... ohyes!"
He felt masculine pride flicker in his mind. Holding her tight against him with one arm, he ran his other hand down her back. Gently, he brought it to rest on her bottom. Her skin was silky-soft under his hand and he pressed her lower body against his to feel more of it.
"Does it feel good?" he purred, sliding his length along her smooth slit.
Midori whimpered and squirmed against him, trying to make him enter her.
"Mmm... So good, my love," she moaned, undulating her stomach against Souzou's. "Feels like heaven, being with you..."
Souzou settled more of his weight on his wife's body to still her movements.
"Do you want it there again?" he asked, a faint growling note in his voice as he skillfully evaded her pleading thrusts.
Midori's hips twitched reflexively, pressing their lower bodies together again. Souzou's grip tightened for a second as a deep groan escaped his throat. Midori reached up to run one hand through his hair. For a moment, Souzou closed his eyes and leaned into the caress of her hand in his hair, his eyes closed like a happy cat.
"Oh... oh yes," she breathed. "Again... oh... please..."
Souzou smiled evilly at his wife then pressed his lips against hers. When he pulled away, he returned to where he had been, feeling her heated skin against his and loving it. Her body twitched as his mouth touched her nether lips. As his tongue slipped between them, twirling around that sensitive little pearl, her breathing turned to panting. This time, he went slowly, seeking out all the places that would make her groan and writhe, pressing her womanhood against his mouth.
"How do you stay so delicious?" he whispered against her softest parts, making her sensitive skin tingle. "I could drink from you forever, my sweet."
As his tongue continued to find all her secret places, her panting turned into little cries of pleasure. Again long, slow strokes over that sensitized bit of her brought her closer to the edge than ever. Her cries grew louder as he slipped two fingers inside her once again. He continued to tease her jewel with his tongue. Firmly yet tenderly, he began sliding his fingers in and out of her once more.
His mouth kept her guessing and his hand again found that hidden pleasure spot deep within her. His attentions started pushing her closer to the edge of her control. He began increasing his speed and alternately putting his tongue and fingers inside her. Cries of pleasure turned to incoherent sputtering words. Occasionally coherent was a fevered plea for more or a soft moan intoning his name. Continuing to drive his fingers into her core, he once again sealed his mouth over her little pearl. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin for only a few seconds. Then he closed his lips around the tightened bud, suckling harder on it.
That did it.
Midori lost track of all coherent thought and her vision was blocked by blasts of bright colors. Her hips bucked in abandon, grinding herself into her husband's mouth as he moaned into her womanhood. His fingers remained inside her, stroking that little sweet spot and sending pleasure shocks through her body.
Souzou slowly pulled away, keeping his fingers in her and teasing her nerves as he watched her lose control again. For a moment, tears came to his eyes and he pressed his face against the smooth, silky skin of her belly. This was the last night she would give herself to him, the last night he would feel the soft warmth of her skin on his. He blinked them back as she started to come down from her pleasurable high.
Tenderly, he started kissing her belly, continuing to slide his fingers in and out of her slowly. Eventually, Midori lay there twitching uncontrollably, her eyes half-closed and her lips just barely parted. Shifting a little, Souzou slipped an arm around her shoulders, cradling her gently.
"Don't go to sleep yet, honey," he whispered pleadingly, kissing her forehead. "Please... I need you..."
Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a small, involuntary gasp as he slid his fingers out of her womanhood, slick with her wetness. Again, he raised his hand to his mouth. Sighing a little and relaxing, he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. Stretched out on his side and feeling his wife's bare skin against his own, tasting her sweetness, his attention came to his obvious arousal.
"It only gets better from here," he said softly, nuzzling against her throat. "I can make you feel like you're in heaven... Make you forget your own name... And if you say I can, I'll make you scream. Do you want me to make you scream?"
Souzou felt Midori's hand trailing down his body, her fingernails running tenderly over his skin. His breathing quickened and his body tingled all over, especially when her hand stopped for a moment to tease his nipples into little buds. With one hand, he caught hers and held it against his heart to stop her torture. Gently, he tilted his wife's face toward his, wordlessly asking for her answer.
"Yes..." she whispered. "Yes, Souzou..."
That was all the encouragement he needed.
"Then lie back," he said softly. "Let me pleasure you until you're screaming my name..."
She relaxed and turned on her back, her eyes half-closed and a sultry smile gracing her kiss-swollen lips. Souzou shifted so that his body was settled over his wife's thin form. She felt secure under his warmth, that she was safe and would never feel hurt again. He pressed his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue between her lips and swirling it around her own. One hand moved gently up her body to knead her breasts, first one then the other. Midori squirmed against her husband's body, feeling the heat of his arousal at the apex of her thighs. Gently, he eased his knee down between her thighs, spreading her legs to make room for his lower body.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. "I want you to scream for me."
Midori was panting, her eyes half-closed, as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Please," she said breathlessly. "Souzou, I need you... oh love... inside me... please..."
He smiled gently at her and leaned down to kiss her, his tongue tenderly probing at her lips as his length slowly slid into her opening. Midori wrapped her legs around Souzou's waist. When he was fully settled inside her, he stopped completely, not moving at all. Soon, Midori couldn't stand it and began to thrust her hips upwards, her hands sliding up to run through his hair. Oh, how that relaxed him! His spine tingled at the sensual feeling.
Gently, he began to counter her movements, his hips pressing down to meet hers. The two were soon meeting each other thrust for thrust. Midori's eyes were beginning to flutter and her breathing was shallow.
'Mm... Yes...' thought Souzou. 'She's ready... And I'm going to keep my word...'
Suddenly, Souzou stopped moving, wrapped his arms tightly around her and turned over on his back. Midori, who barely had time to untangle her legs from around him, gasped at the new sensation and froze. Grinning wickedly at her, he moved his hands to her pert rear, sliding them over the smooth skin. When she arched into his touch, his tip was forced against that sweet pleasure spot inside her. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips and she panted harder. With his hands still cupping her rear, Souzou pulled his wife forward, embedding himself to the hilt in her body.
As he filled her completely, his tip pushed into the center of her core, making her cry out as her vision blacked out for a moment. Holding her firmly where she was, he began to thrust upwards into her warm center. Over and over he hit that hidden spot, staying a little longer each time, bringing her closer and closer to her release. Her cries grew louder and more high-pitched as he rocked lazily into her womanhood. Gently, he started guiding her hips to press down as he thrust up. Just as she started to pick up on his rhythm, he started going faster.
"Souzou!" she cried, her voice thick with passion.
She threw her head back, inviting her husband to kiss her exposed throat, and the sounds she made became more and more unintelligible. Low moans and strangled-sounding shrieks joined her impassioned vocalizations as she continued to call out his name. Her most primal instincts were beginning to take over her, taking away her power of coherent thoughts and speech. Souzou rotated his hips as he ground hard into her, creating strange and wonderful sensations in her body.
"AH!" she cried once again. "Souzou! Souzou, please! I need it!"
"Not until I've made you scream," he growled through clenched teeth. "Then I'll make you come..."
With that he thrust into her again, hard and fast. His hands traveled up her body to massage her breasts as he continued to pump himself in and out of her. Finally, a lucky stroke hit just the right place and she screamed his name out. Repeating that same motion took her away with him to dance on Saturn's rings. Midori's bones no longer seemed able to hold her up and she collapsed against Souzou's chest. She continued to scream, thrashing and twitching and grinding against him.
Souzou loved watching his wife's beautiful face contort in abandon in the throes of a powerful orgasm. A little more than five minutes later, when she began to return to her senses, her body was still shaking uncontrollably. She opened her pleasure-hazed eyes halfway and looked down at her beloved husband's face. His expression seemed torn between bliss and pain. She writhed against him to find that he was still aroused within her.
"Souzou, does it hurt?" she asked hoarsely.
His shuddering breath gave her an affirmative answer.
"May I take care of it?" she asked, her violet eyes wide in compassion as she nuzzled up to him. "Do you want me to?"
"No, love," he whispered softly, sliding out of her as gently as he could. "This night is for you... However, there is a way to satisfy both of us..."
She looked at him uncertainly.
"Midori, do you trust me?" Souzou asked gently, his voice deep.
She nodded with a whispered "Yes..."
"Then let me guide you," he whispered, his voice taking a soothing tone. "This will take care of both of us."
Midori wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and snuggled up to the warmth of his soft skin and firm body.
"I love you," she said, her voice sweet and quiet as she laid her head over his heart and closed her eyes for a brief moment. "You know that, don't you?"
Souzou stroked his wife's cheek and lifted his head so that he could see her face.
"I do know, and I love you too," he said quietly, looking at her with love in his dark brown eyes, fighting to keep his sadness out of his deep voice. "Now lie down on your stomach..."
"But wasn't that what you wanted to do?" Midori teased, earning a soft swat on her rear.
Midori did as she was told and Souzou guided her onto her hands and knees. Slipping his hand into the apex of her thighs made her spread her legs reflexively. Carefully, he knelt behind her and wrapped his arms around her, lacing his hands together on her belly. He slid his manhood in between her legs, stroking his length along her slit and coating himself with her wetness. Gently, he positioned his tip at her entrance. For just a second, Midori was stunned.
'I don't believe it,' she thought dazedly. 'We're actually going to do it... like THAT!?'
With that, all coherent thought was instantly lost to her mind as he thrust his lower body forward and entered her quickly. Instantly, his tip plunged straight into her pleasure core, eliciting a half-moan/half-cry from her. Powerful muscles drove him deeper into her with every stroke, making her scream out his name and press her rear against his belly. Her inner muscles tightened a little on him, making him groan deeply and increase his speed.
As he went faster, he began to lose himself in her warmth. At a particularly deep thrust, her inner walls clamped down on him. Souzou moaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest, and tightened his arms around her, his body bent almost double. He continued to thrust, the pressure from her body creating wonderfully maddening friction. Finally, he froze and held Midori against him, his body shuddering. His hips jerked reflexively, driving his manhood deep into her core as he released his essence inside her, spending every drop in her body. At the surge of hot liquid within her deepest core, Midori lost her control again as well.
Their shared orgasm took them higher than they had ever been before. Both of them cried out as they became one, body and heart and soul, for the last time. Their bodies shuddered, pressed against each other. Souzou held Midori close to his chest as they both collapsed, unable to support themselves a moment longer. Souzou was totally spent, his essence leaking out of Midori's opening around his manhood. Midori settled under her husband's weight, feeling warm and safe. They both felt more complete than ever before in their lives. For a while, Souzou was able to forget about tomorrow as he took a few sweet moments to kiss her shoulders.
Husband and wife rested against each other as they still twitched with the aftershocks of making love. Souzou nuzzled into Midori's neck, inhaling that scent she always had about her and pressing kisses to her soft, sweat-dampened skin. A combination of sandalwood and an unnameable scent that defined the woman he loved soothed his pounding heart. Very vaguely, he remembered gently sliding out of her, coated with her fluids and his own. He thought of what might happen later in the night, when Midori might lap their combined essences off his length. Under him, warm and quite comfortable, Midori made a small sound of contentment. She felt secure, like she would never be hurt again.
Souzou was first to start returning to his senses. The room around him came back into a sort of hazy focus and the bright colors faded away. He turned on his side, stretched like a cat and pulled Midori close to his chest. The feel of heated skin on heated skin was comforting to him, letting him relax his tired body and mind. He started to lose himself in thought. Exactly what he was thinking about, he really didn't know. All he knew was that he snapped out of it immediately as soft lips brushed against his chest.
He looked down at Midori and saw her kissing him tenderly. She trailed soft kisses over his skin, paying special attention to the scars that occasionally marred the smoothness. When she reached one of the small flesh-colored buds, she drew it into her mouth. Souzou's eyes fluttered and his breath grew a little shorter as she suckled gently. He was going to turn her on her back and return the favor, but she looked too peaceful.
Too soon, however, she stopped and nuzzled up against him.
Settling in the middle ground between sleep and wakening, Souzou and Midori lay there in each other's arms, content to stay just as they were for a little longer. Neither of them knew how long they stayed that way. But when Souzou fully returned to his senses, he could tell that both of them needed to clean up. Midori wasn't far behind him, opening her eyes while she was still pressed to his body. Both could smell the heavy scent of their passionate night. Looking around, Souzou realized that it was most likely a few hours before dawn. He and Midori were going to have a long talk.
But it could wait. Both of them needed sleep. Souzou held his wife closer, inhaled her soothing scent, and let his eyes close. He made a soft, sleepy noise and snuggled as close to her warmth as he could get. Midori watched him fall asleep, seeing his contented smile and feeling his slow, even breathing. Snuggling comfortably into the soft skin of his chest, she sighed in contentment and closed her eyes as well.
For the last time, Souzou fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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