Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ You Were Meant To Be Mine ❯ Full Body Contact ( Chapter 8 )

CHAPTER EIGHT Full Body Contact

 

Sanzo stood up, brushed bits of grass and leaves off his robes, lit another cigarette, then wandered down to the riverbank. Gojyo and Hakkai came running from the direction of the campsite. Gojyo's boots weren't laced and his headband hung down around his neck. Hakkai's sash was on crooked and his shirt hung open at the neck. Gojyo was always a mess, but for Hakkai to look that sloppy meant only one thing. Sanzo rolled his eyes. Maybe now Gojyo would leave Layla alone for a while. He stopped a few feet above where Layla stood laughing at Gojyo.

 

"If you're really trying to drown him," Sanzo said. "I should warn you it won't work."

 

"Sanzo!" Goku yelled. "Help!"

 

"Shut up. You needed a bath anyway."

 

Layla clambered up onto the riverbank. "Does he always ask so many nosy questions, Sanzo-sama?"

 

"I'm amazed you put up with it for as long as you did." Sanzo took a long drag on his cigarette and blew smoke at the bawling Goku, trying to ignore the way Layla's wet skirt clung to her hips and thighs. "Should I beat him for you?"

 

"Oh no. But I am beginning to see why you carry that pistol."

 

Sanzo caught his own startled laugh before it could come out. That made him inhale smoke the wrong way. He choked, coughed, shook his head, then coughed even harder.

 

"Hakkai!" Goku yelled. "Help! Now she's doing it to Sanzo!"

 

"His Holiness and the monkey boy both defeated by one unarmed virgin?" Gojyo let out a shout of laughter. "Hey, Layla. I've heard of the 'wet look,' but isn't that a little much?"

 

Layla glanced down at her damp skirt, then tugged at it, trying to keep the wet cloth from sticking to her body. "You! You wouldn't know a real virgin if she - if she - "

 

Gojyo gave her his best smile. "Yes?"

 

The splashing, yelping, and coughing ceased as all four young men awaited Layla's reply.

 

"You wouldn't know a real virgin even if her father had you bound and gagged and delivered to the temple in the morning!"

 

Goku forgot his distress so he could roar with laughter. Hakkai laughed so hard he had to lean over and brace his hands on his knees. Gojyo scowled.

 

"Oh yeah? Nobody's managed to deliver me yet!"

 

"It could still happen." Sanzo wiped the tears from his eyes. "I'd pay good money to see you bound and gagged."

 

Layla picked up a coil of rope lying near the duffel bag that had held the dirty laundry. "Make yourself useful, please," she told Gojyo. "String up this clothesline."

 

She tossed the rope to him. Gojyo let the rope strike his chest and fall into his hands.

 

"You're a trusting little girl, to put a rope into my hands after joking about tying me up."

 

"She's not a little girl," Sanzo said, "And I'm the one who wasn't joking. Hey, monkey!" He beckoned Goku out of the water. "Help Gojyo string up this line."

 

"Awwww, but Sanzo! I'm hungry! All that work with Layla must have taken hours!"

 

"You didn't work, baka, you talked. Now get going!"

 

Hakkai helped Layla move the piles of clean wet laundry over to the trees where Gojyo and Goku strung the clothesline.

 

"Layla," Hakkai said, "Do you think you can get things started for dinner by yourself?"

 

"I think so. Why?"

 

"I want to go swimming before it gets dark. I hate to put clean clothes on a dirty body."

 

"Me too!" Gojyo swung down from the tree branch where he'd sat tying off the clothesline.

 

"Hey!" Goku yelled. "No way! We still have to get all those clothes up here!"

 

"Goku!" Layla called. "Will you please see to it all the laundry gets hung up properly? You're the best one to do it, since you're so athletic and good at climbing."

 

Goku pouted, caught between the praise and the drudgery.

 

"If you can get it all done without dropping a single item," Layla said, "I'll see if I can't put together a special dessert for you."

 

"Really?" Goku's golden eyes got even bigger.

 

"I promise. After all, I do owe you something for tricking you and then pushing you into the river."

 

"Is that what happened?" Hakkai asked.

 

Gojyo laughed. "You're just full of surprises!" He dropped his vest, pulled off his headband and let it fall, peeled off his shirt, then kicked aside his boots.

 

"Whoa, Gojyo! Slow down!" Hakkai said. "Give Layla time to walk away, or at least turn around!"

 

"Nobody wants to see your ugly hanyo ass naked, baka erokappa," drawled Sanzo.

 

"Yeah," Goku said. "We don't even want to look at you in your underwear!"

 

"Not a problem." Gojyo shook back his long crimson hair, gave Layla his best demon lover smile, then stuck his thumbs inside the waistband of his pants. "I never wear any."

 

Gojyo's pants started to slide down over his hipbones. Layla clamped her eyes shut and spun away from him, running blindly in the opposite direction. Sanzo was distracted, trying to locate his lighter in the jumble of other small odds and ends he kept in one sleeve.

 

"Sanzo!" Hakkai cried. "Look out!"

 

Sanzo looked up just as Layla plowed into him. Her shoulder caught him under the diaphragm, driving the wind out of him. He toppled backward, arms flung out as he fought for balance. The ground sloped away underfoot. Reflex made him grab the nearest solid object: Layla. They crashed to the ground together and rolled down into a little hollow under the oaks.

 

Sanzo ended up on top with his hands and forearms pinned under Layla's shoulders. All he could do was lie there, trying to drag in a complete breath. Beneath him, Layla trembled like a leaf in a high wind, eyes still clenched shut. After finding no sharp pains anywhere that signaled broken bones, Sanzo tried to collect his thoughts.

Listening in on Layla's answers to Goku's endless questions had been highly informative as well as enormously entertaining. Watching her trick Goku into letting her push him into the river had been worth all the grass stains Sanzo had gotten on his robes while sitting under the oak tree. Knowing Goku's yells for help probably interrupted Gojyo and Hakkai during their latest perv party was an added bonus. Layla was still angry at Gojyo, who took twisted pleasure in provoking her. Sanzo knew he'd have to step in and save Layla from Gojyo's teasing as well as the moron's total lack of decency. What he hadn't counted on was ending up like this, hidden from sight with Layla in his arms, his own sense of decency deserting him.

 

The sun was low enough in the sky to reach long coppery beams through the trees and call fiery highlights from Layla's long dark hair. The warmth of that color contrasted with the cool blue of her eyes as she looked up at him, still trying to focus. Sanzo could feel her heart beating too fast.

 

"Oh! Sanzo-sama...."

 

Layla was about to apologize again, as always. For a moment Sanzo let himself wonder how it would feel to hear her calling his name in tones made breathless by another kind of exertion.

 

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

 

Layla frowned a little, concentrating. As she shifted her right leg, her thigh pressed against a very delicate part of his body that was growing less and less delicate the more she kept moving like that. Sanzo cursed himself for prompting her to move like that underneath him. The river water was soaking from her skirt into the silk of his robes, turning the protective bulk of the fabric thinner and making it cling to him. If her leg lay between his, then - Sanzo moved his left leg a little and heard Layla's answering gasp.

 

"Please, Sanzo-sama! Get up!"

 

Your wish is my command, he thought, hoping like hell she didn't realize what was happening beneath his no longer pristine robes.

 

"I'd love to," Sanzo said, "but you're holding on too tight."

 

Her arms were around his neck, her hands clutching at the cloth across his shoulderblades. "Oh!"

 

Sanzo expected yet another apology. Instead, Layla began to laugh. Peal after peal of musical laughter poured out of her. It was lovely, even better than the modest giggles she'd indulged in earlier when Sanzo had been teasing Goku with his fan. If only it didn't make her whole body shake under his, stirring up in him a longing that he did his best to keep safely locked away. Layla's head fell back, baring the column of her throat. Sanzo watched her pulse beat just beneath her skin. Desire seized him, tempting him to kiss that pulse point, to taste her skin and feel her heart beat against his lips.

 

"Oh, Sanzo-sama." The last of her laughter left Layla weak but smiling. "Life is so silly sometimes."

 

"Sometimes," he agreed.

 

Layla let go of his robes to brush his hair out of his eyes. That sweet, affectionate caress was a flaming torch thrown on the oil-soaked woodpile of his long denied sex drive. He had to stop looking into her eyes, those entrancing sea blue eyes. The easiest way was to let his head fall against her shoulder. Layla stroked his hair, combing her fingers down through it. If that wasn't already bliss itself, with every stroke her fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin on the back of his neck.

 

Sanzo had to move, to get up, to get away before he betrayed himself. He would not do to Layla the things Gojyo had done, things that made her push Gojyo away and then run from him in such obvious distress. To see Layla look at him with that same wariness in her eyes would make Sanzo want to shoot himself.

 

"You shouldn't smoke, Sanzo-sama." A gentle tug on his hair made him raise his head and look down at her. Layla ran one fingertip down from his temple to the corner of his jaw. "All that smoke ages your skin. You're so beautiful, Sanzo-sama. Beauty like yours is a gift. Don't spoil it."

 

Sanzo sighed. "Sometimes I wish I could."

 

"Really? Is that why you try to make yourself ugly with your anger and all those nasty things you say?"

 

Layla thought his bad tempter was an act of humility against his physical beauty. Sanzo couldn't stand much more of this.

 

"It's much simpler than that," he said. "I really am just a bad-tempered, foul-mouthed, arrogant son of a bitch."

 

That sent Layla off into another gale of laughter, just when Sanzo had almost brought his body back under control again. She hugged him tight, making him feel the firm round shape of her breasts pressing against his chest. Somewhere, Sanzo knew, Kanzeon Bosatso was laughing her ass off.

 

"Layla, there's something I have to tell you."

 

"Yes, Sanzo-sama?"

 

Sanzo had no idea what he wanted to say. He was just trying to put some distance between them, mental if not physical. Layla took his hesitation for shyness and stroked his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

 

"Go on."

 

"The truth is...I can't think when you do that."

 

He expected her to stop, pull away, apologize. Instead, she laid her cool palm against his fevered cheek.

 

"The truth is," she murmured, "I can't think right now either."

 

Filled with wonder, tortured by desire, Sanzo touched his lips to hers. It was the softest, lightest, sweetest contact. Layla's arms slid up around his neck. Her lips caressed his, demanding more. Instinct guided him. Sanzo let just the tip of his tongue glide along the exquisite softness of her lips. When her lips parted, Sanzo pressed in, seeking her tongue with his. Layla moaned into his mouth. The vibration of her voice traveled down his spine to his groin, turning what had been a progressive arousal into solid stone, a marble hardness greater than he'd ever felt. Just when he'd made up his mind to taste her neck before he let her go, the all too familiar voice of Goku broke the spell.

 

"Sanzo! Where are you? Where's Layla?"

 

Sanzo ignored him, hoarding every second he could still enjoy with Layla before Goku found him.

 

"Sanzo! Hakkai said it's Layla's turn to cook dinner! I'm hungry!"

 

Layla was the first to break the kiss. Again she surprised Sanzo. No blush, no maidenly dissembling. She just looked up at him and smiled, stroking his cheek. Sanzo eased up onto his feet, careful to wait for his blood pressure to settle back into its usual rhythm. He held out both hands to Layla. She took them and he pulled her up.

 

"Sanzo-sama?"

 

"Hm?"

 

"Is it wrong, that I don't feel like I should apologize to you?"

 

What Sanzo wanted more than anything was to take Layla into his tent, lay her down on his bedroll and make love to her all night long. He wanted to take her virginity and, by doing so, give her his own. To lie there, buried in her warmth and softness, sheltered in her arms, hearing her sweet voice making all those sounds of pleasure.... Of their own will, Sanzo's hands slid around Layla's waist. He held her and kissed her shining hair.

 

"Is it wrong for me to want to say 'thank you'?" he asked.

 

"I don't know."

 

"Neither do I. Let's go. If Goku doesn't get that dessert you promised him, we'll never hear the end of it."

 

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