Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Return to the Mystic Moon ❯ Chapter 8

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Oh boy, has it been a long time since I updated this story. Apologies aplenty! My “big girl job” requires me to spend hours on the computer all day so coming home to stare at a computer screen wasn't terribly appealing for a while there. I hope everyone had a good holiday season and is enjoying the warming weather. I know I am! In celebration of the weather getting warmer, here is the steamy little lemon I'm sure most people who read these sorts of stories were waiting for. Hopefully it isn't a complete disappointment.

If you are not comfortable with content of a sexual nature, DO NOT READ. I've seen enough good authors get flamed, deleted or banned because someone wasn't paying attention to the rating and I don't want to join their ranks.

Everyone else ENJOY!

Hitomi could still hear the music playing and people laughing as she and Van made their way through the halls back to their rooms. They were both exhausted, dragging their feet as they walked. Van discretely held her up, his arm under hers supporting her. When they finally made it to the grand doors of their suite, Hitomi made her way straight to the bed while Van made sure the doors were properly guarded, closed and locked.
He found his wife sprawled on the end of the bed, having sat down and simply laid back. Her eyes were closed, her breathing soft. “You aren't asleep already, are you?” She laughed softly.
“I was thinking about it. Do you even know what time we were up?” Van sat beside her, shrugging before he collapsed next to her. “Please tell me that won't be a regular occurrence.”
He chuckled. “Not that I know of. Maybe once a year at most.”
Hitomi groaned. “Too often.” The young king laughed again, feeling lighter than he had in years. His new wife rolled onto her side toward him, a bright smile on her lips as her hand fell lightly on his chest. “You have a nice laugh,” she told him. The corner of his mouth hitched up in a half smile. “You should use it more often.”
His smile grew and he reached up to tug on one of the strands of hair that had fallen loose from her earlier style. “With you here I think I can manage that.” She smiled in response, snuggling into his chest. Van sighed, simply enjoying the feeling of having her close. Here they were, crowned, married, alone and too tired to take advantage of it. He grinned into her hair. Maybe that wasn't so bad. They had plenty of time to get to that. Right now, all that mattered was having her in his arms.
Van awoke several hours later still holding Hitomi close. They were both still clothed and laying at the end of the bed. He murmured groggily, gently stirring Hitomi awake. “Huh? No, you said we wouldn't have to get up early!” she whined. Van shook his head, standing himself to pull off his clothes, tossing them aside. Hitomi was a little more difficult to undress since she had no intention of fully waking up to help him.
“Hitomi, come on. Out of the dress,” he tried to cajole her. She eventually responded to his physical and verbal prodding, sitting up once he got the skirt around her hips. He got the fabric over her head and then stared at the female underthings she had on. Even tired as he was, the view of her in just the corset and lacy underthings got his blood heating quickly. He didn't have much experience with lady's underthings, so focused on rebuilding Fanelia and remaining loyal to Hitomi that he hadn't ever had a reason or opportunity to get personally, or physically, acquainted with anyone. Van's eyes took in the many laces on her corset and tried to judge which needed to go first. Hitomi waved a hand at him, turning her back to he could see the large bow hanging just below the satin edge of the corset. It made his wife look like a delicately wrapped present, just for him. He grinned. Glad this one was less complicated than the stiffly laced corset she had been strapped into earlier, his fingers gripped the ribbon to slide the knot loose. He realized that the ease of removal was probably a strategic move by her maid, who clearly assumed they would be up to more pleasurable activities after the festival. Hitomi breathed a deep sigh of relief when the stiff garment fell open in the back.
With hands shaking slightly, he helped her out of the corset, trying to remember to breathe when she stood in just the lacy underthings covering her lovely bottom, looking over her shoulder at him, one arm covering her breasts. “Van?” she whispered uncertainly, definitely more awake now. He released a shuddering breath as he stepped closer, his fingertips tracing the length of her spine. Her eyes fluttered at the sensation before opening a little wider to take him in.
“You are so beautiful, you know that?” he whispered. She blushed, smiling a little and finally turning her body toward him. Holding perfectly still as he did so, Hitomi allowed Van to trace his fingers down her sides until they encountered the last thing remaining before they were completely nude. It was Hitomi's turn to remember to breathe when his strong hands gently tugged down on the garment until he could not remove it any farther than her knees. With a soft “oof” as she landed, she sat back on the bed and let him pull the underwear off. Hitomi watched his dark eyes study her in the fading light of the banked fire. He stalked closer to her, reminding her of the warrior prince she had met when she first came to Gaea. Almost feral in his anger and hurt at the time, he had seemed like he might bite at the least provocation, and had – at least verbally - many times. Now she knew his bite would be entirely different, a thrill running through her at the promise in his eyes.
His larger body crowded her back onto the bed until her head hit the down pillows at the headboard. Hitomi sucked in a gasp at the heat that radiated from him. While he had called her beautiful, she felt it could in no way compare to him and how he looked in that moment. The fire made his dark hair shine, his tanned skin glowing over taut muscles. The light barely reached his eyes, but they seemed to glow with their own light. His lips found hers and roughly took them, Hitomi delighting in the barely restrained passion in his kiss. They had been forced to keep themselves apart before, having to wait until after the wedding to consummate their relationship. Now there were no such barriers. Only their lingering nervousness at the newness of the experience made either one of them hesitate.
Van grinned against her mouth as Hitomi groaned softly, her back arching to brush her body against his. He pressed against her in return with a groan of his own. He never would have been able to stay away from her this long if he'd known what this was going to feel like, and they hadn't even gotten to the best part yet. “Van,” she whispered, her hands gripping his back, her head thrown back. The young king nipped and kissed along the column of her throat, her collar bones and shoulders. Seeking more, she thrust her chest toward him. Van took the hint without much hesitation, using his tongue and teeth a little more gently. “God, yes,” Hitomi gasped. Not necessarily needing the ego boost, but relishing it just the same, Van smirked.
“Feels good?” She nodded quickly, surprising him when she gave him a little smirk of her own. Hitomi's small hand suddenly gripped him and he gasped sharply at the contact. Her fingertips gently ran up and down his length, her thumb brushing over the tip. Van found himself panting for breath and she had barely touched him. “Hitomi,” he breathed deeply, trying to regain some form of control. She hummed in response, one trim leg hooking around his hip and bringing him closer. Knowing where this was going and quickly, Van resisted just long enough to touch his wife until she was twitching beneath him. Feeling that she was ready for him, he finally allowed her to pull him into contact with her heat. He hissed at the sensation, the feel of her almost too much for his sanity. Her hand once again on him, she directed him in, eyes shut tightly in anticipation. “I'll go slow,” he promised. Just because he hadn't done it himself and had never willingly seen another woman naked, he hadn't been living under a rock. He knew the first time was usually painful and he fully intended to reduce the amount of pain he would inflict on his beautiful wife.
“I think it will be ok. I don't have... With all my track stuff and...” Hitomi didn't want to explain that in her world women were no longer likely to have a barrier at her age. Her active lifestyle and the modern convention of tampons made it highly unlikely there was anything left to impede him. Van must have seen the hesitation to explain in her eyes and didn't ask, slowly sinking in anyway. Hitomi's legs clenched against his hips at the intrusion, not necessarily expecting the sting. Of course, she should have realized that like any new activity, this would put strain on muscles she wasn't accustomed to using. “I'm alright,” she whispered in response to Van's concerned gaze.
Van held himself back until he was completely seated within Hitomi's tight heat. His lower back strained with the effort of going so slowly and keeping still once he was as far as their bodies would permit. She said she was alright, but the tense look around her mouth belied her words. He knew the pain in his back was a small price to pay to keep from making this any more painful for Hitomi than it already was. At her encouragement, he carefully retreated before slowly entering again. He groaned at the feeling of her all around him.
It took several minutes of the same slow pace for Hitomi to get used to the stretch. Once she did, she whispered to Van that he could go faster. He complied, again moaning at the feel of them sliding together and apart. Hitomi was able to move her hips a little in response to his, but mostly stayed still on the bed. Van's eyes pinched shut a moment, but he slowed again. “What do I do?” he asked her, breathless. Hitomi flushed, happy that he seemed so concerned. Taking one of his hands, the other bracing him up, she showed him just where to touch her, jerking sharply at the zip of pleasure that shot through her when he did. Van grinned down at her in the dark, repeating the action and pushing his hips forward at the same time. Hitomi squealed, a gasping breath following. “Good?” he grunted, knowing through feeling that it certainly had been. He continued the combination for a bit, changing the rhythm of his hips and fingers once Hitomi was back in the state she had been when he'd been using his mouth on her breasts. An idea occurred to him and he leaned over to taste her again as he continued to pump into her. Hitomi arched her back sharply to make it easier, her mouth opening in a silent gasp.
When she finally flew apart in his arms, Van couldn't keep from following her even if he'd wanted to. The ripple of her velvet heat around him made the tickle of release grow and spread across his skin until he roared out his own. He didn't anticipate the strength of the feeling, the rush of heady satisfaction that swamped him. He felt drunk with it. Green eyes wide, Hitomi stared up at him with a small smile hovering on her lips. He didn't understand why until a white feather floated down to land on her cheek. She giggled, taking hold of it and brushing it across his chin. A few more fluttered down to land on the pillow and sheets around them. Van flexed his shoulders as his wings folded against his back. He was startled when Hitomi smirked up at him. “That good huh?” she teased. He choked out a laugh.
“I guess it was.” She grinned, fingers reaching up to trace the curve of his jaw, his shoulder and then a wing. “Are you alright?” he asked her. She nodded, but flinched when he finally moved to pull himself from her. He winced in sympathy, retrieving a cloth from near the wash basin. Helped her clean up, gentle with his touch. Hitomi sighed when he finally lay back beside her, his wings silently glowing and fading away. Her arms came around him as he pulled the blankets over them, fingers tracing his shoulder blades. “Miss them already?” he teased her.
She pretended to pout, but smiled, stretching up to kiss him solidly. “I love you.” He murmured the same in response. “We're not getting out of bed tomorrow,” she warned him. He gave her a surprised look before a feral grin split his face. “Maybe that,” she said, yawning. His grin turned soft and he lifted a hand to trace her cheek.
“Just sleep. I have to go to a council meeting in the afternoon, but until then, I'll be right here.” He too found himself yawning and curled Hitomi against his chest as she fell asleep. His nose buried in her soft hair, Van smiled as he followed her.
The morning sun didn't quite reach them in their little cocoon until it was high in the sky. Van carefully pulled away from his sleeping wife to dress and request breakfast be brought to them. Hitomi murmured a sleepy complaint when he crawled back in beside her but went back to sleep almost immediately. Van simply lay there to watch her sleep. He couldn't believe that she was truly and completely his. Hitomi was his wife, his queen and someday would be the mother of his children. His eyes widened slightly, wondering if even now she could be with child.
Did it scare him as much now as it had when they had discussed it briefly before? Just having Hitomi's acceptance of the fact that his “demon” blood would run through their children as well made him feel a little better, but he was still nervous about being a father at all. Could he keep from making the same mistakes his father had made? Would he end up with a son who turned against him as Folken had? He felt a wisp of energy, like a brush against his soul and suddenly felt comforted. He looked down at Hitomi, but she was fast asleep. Perhaps... He looked out the window, contemplating his past and his future. He could learn from mistakes, both his father's and his own. He could learn from his brother's mistakes as well. With Hitomi at his side, he could overcome a lot of the pitfalls of Gaea's past and keep Fanelia strong. With the other kingdoms in need of his assistance as a strong leader of a prosperous country, war was an unlikely possibility at the moment. For now, things were going well and the possibility of bringing children into the world wasn't quite so terrifying.



Sounds like the end, but don't worry I'm not quite done yet. There's another relationship to... ahem... flesh out. Plus, there's at least one baby on the way at some point. Please review if you should so desire!