: One Strike :
Notes:
You may not like how some of the characters are portrayed in this story. It is violent, profane, and sexual and should only be read if one is willing to not bother me about that content afterwards. The general premise of the story is domestic violence. This is not a topic to be taken lightly.
Content of this chapter that you might want to know about:
Semi-detailed description of a woman's body.
Slight profanity.
Cheers, friends.
-Ebony
"In weather, you can expect continually heavy rainfall for the next several days as a new storm system comes up on the coast…" Sakura pulled the keys out of the ignition, shutting off the car radio. With a sigh, she looked up through the top of her windshield at the rain that was pouring down in merciless sheets from the sky. The weather report's forecasts of extended rains were unwelcome news, turning the coming storm into one in a series of five systems that had battered the Japanese coast.
However, the coming storm was not Sakura's chief concern. Groping under the driver's seat, Sakura realized that she had left her umbrella at work next to her desk. She groaned and slumped in the seat, the rain pounding down on the top of the car.
Looks like I'll have to make a run for it, she thought wryly, and regretted forgetting her umbrella. With a sigh, Sakura grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder, then quickly thrust open the car door and leapt out, slamming the door behind her, then ran full speed towards the front door of her house. The small garden was flooding, mud from the patch spread all over the pavement of the concrete walkway.
Damn, damn, damn…! She sprinted up the steps to the door, going two at a time, and finally came up under the overhang, soaking wet and breathing heavily.
"Made it…" Sakura panted, pushing the strap of her purse back up on her shoulder. She looked down at herself and grimaced at the wet shoes, socks, skirt, blouse…everything. She looked as though she had jumped into a pool with all of her clothes on.
"Definitely will NOT be forgetting my umbrella again any time soon," she muttered as she unlocked the door. The lock slid and she pushed the door open, an invitingly warm puff of air coming out from inside the house. She stepped in, her body dripping water onto the tile floor of the vestibule and promptly creating a large puddle around her feet. Sakura shivered slightly, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh, the pale hairs on her forearms standing up straight. "This is ridiculous," she grumbled, and took off her shoes, putting them in a corner. Her white socks were soaked through to the point where she could see her feet through the nearly sheer fabric. She stripped these off with some difficulty, as they had quickly turned into an inconvenient second skin, and deposited them inside the shoes. Sakura was still dripping water everywhere. Streams were trickling down her face, and she pushed her soggy hair off of her forehead with her fingers, combing it back so that it was out of her eyes.
"So now what?" she asked, speaking out loud to herself. "I don't want to get the floor wet…" It had been less than a week since she and Syaoran had gotten hardwood floors laid upstairs and in the kitchen. The rich, chestnut-colored planks were exactly what Sakura had wanted to have in the house for years. Finally having them was a dream come true, and she wasn't about to ruin it by walking all over the wood floors with wet feet and clothes…
An idea struck Sakura and she smirked lopsidedly. Syaoran would love this one, she thought to herself. She removed her blazer and then began to unbutton her blouse. The small silver buttons slipped out of the holes easily until they were completely undone. Sakura slipped the blouse off, discarding it at her feet where it landed with a wet 'plop'. The goosebumps extended to her breasts and belly, her damp skin suddenly clammy. Better hurry into the shower, she reminded herself as she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slid it over her hips so that it pooled, pink and sodden, around her ankles. She was left in nothing but her bra and underwear, each article a black slip of a thing--a lacey and risqué set that Syaoran had given Sakura for their wedding night.
Sakura bent down and collected her jacket, skirt, and shirt in her arms, cradling them to prevent water from dripping. I'm a genius, she thought triumphantly, mentally mocking herself for having to come up with the idea in the first place. I can't believe I forgot my... She straightened up and quickly wiped her feet on the mat before progressing across the foyer towards the staircase that led up to the second floor of the house. No sooner had she taken two steps before her reflection in a mirror positioned on the entrance wall caught her eye.
Sakura stopped to look at herself for a moment. Gently putting her clothes down on top of her feet, she surveyed her image in the mirror. Her hair had mostly escaped from the ponytail she'd had it in and was now clinging to her neck and shoulders, where the skin was still as flawless as it had been when she was a girl. Sakura smiled and ran her hands from her neck and over her collar bones, feeling the smooth, cool softness underneath her fingertips. She allowed her hands to continue downwards, over the firm fullness of her breasts. Sakura could feel her nipples-- hardened from the cold-- pushing against the fabric of her bra, the twin nubs visible through the cloth. Her hands moved along her waist, the womanly curves and full hips that had been absent during her Tomoeda days slightly accentuated by nights of working late over a pint of ice cream. I really have put on weight, Sakura thought despondently. But at least I still have my tush! Sakura refrained from running her hands over her well-formed derriere and instead turned around so she could see the way it was complimented by the lacey, shorts-style underwear she was wearing.
"Yup…I've still got it!" She internally celebrated the fact that though it had been years since her sports days she still had the body she'd gotten married with.
Sakura shook her head at her silliness and picked up her clothes, then walked carefully over to the staircase. She placed a foot on the first step, eyes trained on the floor to make sure that there wasn't any water falling onto it, and shrieked when something most unexpected happened.
Large hands closed around her upper arms tightly. She was spun around to face whoever it was that had grabbed her and was met with a pair of very familiar eyes.
"Oh my…"
This is my first fiction under this pen name, but certainly not my first piece ever. All of the chapters for this story have already been written, so depending on how you like it, I will post chapters accordingly. Please let me know if anything is lacking or if you particularlyenjoyed something and would like to let me know. I greatly appreciate constructive criticism.
