Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ Festival of Lights ❯ Mahiru's POV, take 2 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: vampyremiyu 
Hints of lime and lemon.
Anime/Manga: Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 237 | Status: Completed
Hints of lime and lemon.
Anime/Manga: Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 237 | Status: Completed
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
A Samurai Deeper Kyo Challenge Fanfic
Written By Miyu, Vampire Princess
CHALLENGE: The morning after. What happens after the characters finally give in to their desires?
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Hooray for the next to last part. This was originally the finale, but Benitora wants the last word. Bastard. *sigh* Happening after a stretch of the manga presented in volume 15, Benitora, Mahiru and Sasuke stop to rest in a local village where the villagers are celebrating a festival. After a few drinks and much celebrating, something...strange...has happened. A few more lemony bits, told from Mahiru's point of view. A Standard disclaimer follows the story.
~MAHIRU'S POV~
It had been a long night.
"Would you care to dance?"
"Not now. Now we must return to our rooms."
"But the party?!"
"The party is over young master."
It had been a night full of partying.
"Are you all right, miss?"
"I'm fine. But I'm afraid my friend has had too much to drink."
It had been a night full of drinking.
"*mumbles something incoherent*"
"What did he just say?"
"Umm...That we need to get back to our rooms."
Far from the truth, but I was not repeating Hidetada-sama's words to the kind policeman I was talking to.
"Would you like some assistance?"
"Please! If it's not too much trouble."
I had never been so grateful to see familiar surroundings. With the officer's help I managed to get Hidetada-sama back to his room. The man had taken his fill of sake one too many times. Incoherent ramblings filled the room as I attempted to undress him. Well, part of him.
"AH! That tickles!"
"Hush. You'll wake the old couple." Or worse. He'd wake Sarutobi.
But what came later was far worse than either.
I had managed to get his shirt off and placed in a corner, neatly folded. He was lying half on, half off his futon. I tried to move him but to no avail. Fine, let him sleep as he wished. I was too tired myself. The sake mixed with the excitement of the evening had taken its toll. Certain he wasn't going to get sick, I moved away from his futon to head for the door.
That's when his hand caught my arms.
That's when he pulled me down to him.
That's when he kissed me again.
And I simply couldn't help myself.
If only I'd had a few more rounds of sake, it would've been a blur. Unfortunately for me, it was clear as day. The feel of my chest crushed against his. Of his hands roaming my back, fingers cupping my bottom. And his lips, so tender against mine felt just as soft against the skin of my shoulder. The nape of my neck. Between my breasts.
Oh gods, what was I thinking?!
'You weren't,' says a voice that sounds strangely like my brother.
What should've stopped then continued into a whirlwind of flaring passions. As eager as youths, we both sought what we wanted. Taking pleasure and giving it in return. I'd only been intimate once before, and then it had been out of necessity. I was too young, very foolish. But now I was older, wiser, and in much more dire need for that which I had not had in so very long.
Is that...wrong?
It must be.
That didn't stop me from undressing him, from allowing him to undress me. I didn't argue when he pinned me to the futon. My consent was wrapping my legs around his waist. My way of begging was moaning his name over and over. And not even his proper name, but the one he uses now. The one everyone else calls him. It just felt...right.
Just like when he first entered me...and every time after that.
Gods, what a rush! I was on fire, burning with a need for release which he happily fulfilled. Over and over again. I can't even remember how many times I came to my peak. I stopped counting altogether after I passed out in his arms. It had been a miraculous thing. At the time I felt unashamed. Warm and welcome. Comforted and safe.
Those feelings quickly fled as dawn awoke my more...logical...side.
I was grateful he was asleep as I slipped from the room. Certain no one had seen me, I headed for the bath house. I had decided to soak my woes in a nice, warm bath. But the only thing soaking was the one place that still ached from our coupling.
What in the gods names was I thinking?!
The buzz I had gotten from the few shots of sake shouldn't have been enough to impair my judgment. I was fine talking to that officer, a little tired, but fine. He was even nice enough to help me carry the drunkard back to our rooms. And I was coherent enough to prep some water and towels in case he became ill.
I took advantage of a moment. That's what I did. I knew he was drunk. I could have easily made an excuse for myself in the same vain. But I knew what was happening. I wanted it to happen. Wanted it with a passion I had not felt since I was a young girl.
I was lonely.
What a sad excuse.
It is the best I can conjure and still I feel no relief.
What must he think of me? Certainly I am no better than a whore now. I'd never given in to pleasure before, and it shamed me to no end.
How am I supposed to fight beside him? I can't trust myself in his presence. Not alone at any rate. I am even more ashamed of wanting him when not near him. Would he even trust me in a fight? Or would he treat me as an inferior because he bested me?
Correction, because my baser nature bested me.
Benitora.
I can't even think of him in a proper fashion!
Gods help me!
I dunk myself under the water in hopes of cooling off the heat flushing my face. While the water is cooler, it does nothing for me. I continue to be embarrassed, shocked and ashamed of my actions. Talking to him was an option I was not ready to consider.
Unfortunately, he decided for me.
"Mahiru!"
There is no time to think as the door swings open and his shouts fill the room. No time to reach for my towel, and my clothes are across the room. I don't think he's even aware of what he's doing, single-mindedly focused on one specific task.
Even after he sees me in the bathtub.
Out of breath he states, "We need to talk."
"Now?"
"About last night...."
"Can it wait until I am a bit more...decent?"
"Umm...oh!"
It only strikes him at that moment that I am completely naked, despite the water surrounding most of my body. Heat flushes me once again. If I do not look like a strawberry at its ripest, I'm not sure how I look.
That doesn't stop him from looking however. And his eyes, I can feel them roaming my body. His gaze tickles my goosebumps. I shiver involuntarily, moving the water around me and somehow breaking his stare. He turns around quickly, clearing his throat. I can tell by the redness of his neck that he is also embarrassed.
Perhaps a talk would be good.
Just not in the bathroom.
"I will meet you outside in the garden. AFTER I have finished bathing."
"Sounds good," he replies, quickly heading for the door. He pauses a moment and I half expect him to turn around and look at me again. But he doesn't, stepping outside and closing the door behind him.
Sighing, I finish the task of bathing and reach for a towel. I cannot ignore the awakening of my body, but this is new ground I tread on. I must be careful. Must be more mindful of my actions. More stern over my uncontrolled urges.
I must be nuts to be falling in love with him.
Love. Doesn't that sound nice?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters presented in this ficlet. Not mine. No. I simply borrowed them from Akimine Kamijyo for the short time it took me to write this. Me not getting any money, so you no sue please.
A Samurai Deeper Kyo Challenge Fanfic
Written By Miyu, Vampire Princess
CHALLENGE: The morning after. What happens after the characters finally give in to their desires?
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Hooray for the next to last part. This was originally the finale, but Benitora wants the last word. Bastard. *sigh* Happening after a stretch of the manga presented in volume 15, Benitora, Mahiru and Sasuke stop to rest in a local village where the villagers are celebrating a festival. After a few drinks and much celebrating, something...strange...has happened. A few more lemony bits, told from Mahiru's point of view. A Standard disclaimer follows the story.
~MAHIRU'S POV~
It had been a long night.
"Would you care to dance?"
"Not now. Now we must return to our rooms."
"But the party?!"
"The party is over young master."
It had been a night full of partying.
"Are you all right, miss?"
"I'm fine. But I'm afraid my friend has had too much to drink."
It had been a night full of drinking.
"*mumbles something incoherent*"
"What did he just say?"
"Umm...That we need to get back to our rooms."
Far from the truth, but I was not repeating Hidetada-sama's words to the kind policeman I was talking to.
"Would you like some assistance?"
"Please! If it's not too much trouble."
I had never been so grateful to see familiar surroundings. With the officer's help I managed to get Hidetada-sama back to his room. The man had taken his fill of sake one too many times. Incoherent ramblings filled the room as I attempted to undress him. Well, part of him.
"AH! That tickles!"
"Hush. You'll wake the old couple." Or worse. He'd wake Sarutobi.
But what came later was far worse than either.
I had managed to get his shirt off and placed in a corner, neatly folded. He was lying half on, half off his futon. I tried to move him but to no avail. Fine, let him sleep as he wished. I was too tired myself. The sake mixed with the excitement of the evening had taken its toll. Certain he wasn't going to get sick, I moved away from his futon to head for the door.
That's when his hand caught my arms.
That's when he pulled me down to him.
That's when he kissed me again.
And I simply couldn't help myself.
If only I'd had a few more rounds of sake, it would've been a blur. Unfortunately for me, it was clear as day. The feel of my chest crushed against his. Of his hands roaming my back, fingers cupping my bottom. And his lips, so tender against mine felt just as soft against the skin of my shoulder. The nape of my neck. Between my breasts.
Oh gods, what was I thinking?!
'You weren't,' says a voice that sounds strangely like my brother.
What should've stopped then continued into a whirlwind of flaring passions. As eager as youths, we both sought what we wanted. Taking pleasure and giving it in return. I'd only been intimate once before, and then it had been out of necessity. I was too young, very foolish. But now I was older, wiser, and in much more dire need for that which I had not had in so very long.
Is that...wrong?
It must be.
That didn't stop me from undressing him, from allowing him to undress me. I didn't argue when he pinned me to the futon. My consent was wrapping my legs around his waist. My way of begging was moaning his name over and over. And not even his proper name, but the one he uses now. The one everyone else calls him. It just felt...right.
Just like when he first entered me...and every time after that.
Gods, what a rush! I was on fire, burning with a need for release which he happily fulfilled. Over and over again. I can't even remember how many times I came to my peak. I stopped counting altogether after I passed out in his arms. It had been a miraculous thing. At the time I felt unashamed. Warm and welcome. Comforted and safe.
Those feelings quickly fled as dawn awoke my more...logical...side.
I was grateful he was asleep as I slipped from the room. Certain no one had seen me, I headed for the bath house. I had decided to soak my woes in a nice, warm bath. But the only thing soaking was the one place that still ached from our coupling.
What in the gods names was I thinking?!
The buzz I had gotten from the few shots of sake shouldn't have been enough to impair my judgment. I was fine talking to that officer, a little tired, but fine. He was even nice enough to help me carry the drunkard back to our rooms. And I was coherent enough to prep some water and towels in case he became ill.
I took advantage of a moment. That's what I did. I knew he was drunk. I could have easily made an excuse for myself in the same vain. But I knew what was happening. I wanted it to happen. Wanted it with a passion I had not felt since I was a young girl.
I was lonely.
What a sad excuse.
It is the best I can conjure and still I feel no relief.
What must he think of me? Certainly I am no better than a whore now. I'd never given in to pleasure before, and it shamed me to no end.
How am I supposed to fight beside him? I can't trust myself in his presence. Not alone at any rate. I am even more ashamed of wanting him when not near him. Would he even trust me in a fight? Or would he treat me as an inferior because he bested me?
Correction, because my baser nature bested me.
Benitora.
I can't even think of him in a proper fashion!
Gods help me!
I dunk myself under the water in hopes of cooling off the heat flushing my face. While the water is cooler, it does nothing for me. I continue to be embarrassed, shocked and ashamed of my actions. Talking to him was an option I was not ready to consider.
Unfortunately, he decided for me.
"Mahiru!"
There is no time to think as the door swings open and his shouts fill the room. No time to reach for my towel, and my clothes are across the room. I don't think he's even aware of what he's doing, single-mindedly focused on one specific task.
Even after he sees me in the bathtub.
Out of breath he states, "We need to talk."
"Now?"
"About last night...."
"Can it wait until I am a bit more...decent?"
"Umm...oh!"
It only strikes him at that moment that I am completely naked, despite the water surrounding most of my body. Heat flushes me once again. If I do not look like a strawberry at its ripest, I'm not sure how I look.
That doesn't stop him from looking however. And his eyes, I can feel them roaming my body. His gaze tickles my goosebumps. I shiver involuntarily, moving the water around me and somehow breaking his stare. He turns around quickly, clearing his throat. I can tell by the redness of his neck that he is also embarrassed.
Perhaps a talk would be good.
Just not in the bathroom.
"I will meet you outside in the garden. AFTER I have finished bathing."
"Sounds good," he replies, quickly heading for the door. He pauses a moment and I half expect him to turn around and look at me again. But he doesn't, stepping outside and closing the door behind him.
Sighing, I finish the task of bathing and reach for a towel. I cannot ignore the awakening of my body, but this is new ground I tread on. I must be careful. Must be more mindful of my actions. More stern over my uncontrolled urges.
I must be nuts to be falling in love with him.
Love. Doesn't that sound nice?
~TO BE CONTINUED~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters presented in this ficlet. Not mine. No. I simply borrowed them from Akimine Kamijyo for the short time it took me to write this. Me not getting any money, so you no sue please.