Tenzou |Forget| Yamato
"He doesn't love me, and... I never loved him."
His name fell from her lips in a gentle moan as her grip on his forearms tightened. He returned her plea, holding her closer, whispering everything she needed to hear while his tongue made work of her sensitive, sweat-slicked skin. Hips crashed into each other in complete unison, their movements hurried and desperate, yet tender. This was bliss; this was perfect... Almost, anyway. They didn't have much time together. They never did.
"... Then why did you choose him?"
When she half-cried his name, so very close to her peak, he almost lost it. He buried his face into the nape of her neck, trying his hardest not to leave marks from his kisses. No one could find out about this. Still part of him ached to break his control and forget... But he couldn't...
He couldn't forget the fact that this was wrong.
He couldn't forget the fact that she belonged to someone else.
But at the same time, it was so right...
And he loved her more than that man ever could...
"...Because you never asked."
He had been all too quick to slip her out of her clothes when she said that...
...And help her twist off her wedding ring...
