Not long ago, I had doodled a few erotica sketches concerning the lovely Samurai-ko's OC, Nasami, and Kambei specifically for the purpose of drawing good erotica for her. Out of the illustrations came this drabble.
You can see the images in question at the SAMRUAI8 livejournal community, under my username. Enjoy!
COMFORTABLE
by morgankit
based on the characters Nasami © samurai-ko, and Shimada Kambei © Samurai 7, GONZO, etc.
art and fic: near explicit/R
The question of true love was something generally seen as a black and white concept to most people. One falls in love and stays in love. Kambei never had much luck in the area of wooing any woman, and after the tragically failed endings of relationships in his youth, he had ceased to seek out any love to fulfill him fully.
Since their engagement, and even well before he had purposed to her, he would catch Nasami constantly looking at him with shining and endearing eyes. In the mornings she had a happy and pleasant face when she was with him, admiring his facial structures in the sunlight. But in the evenings, she had a solemn and nearly saddened expression as she regarded every rough line and every wrinkle that extended so elegantly over his face.
It used to make him feel more than a little uncomfortable; with his insecurities, he could not tell exactly what she was thinking about him, if anything. When he'd look over at her and nearly question her, Nasami would smile.
It had been quite a long time since he had opened himself to a new relationship so intimately as he was now engaging himself with Nasami. While he was easy to humble and be affectionate with Shichiroji, the blond was his best friend, and their relationship was quite different than his with Nasami.
The crane felt it, too. Even though she had expressed her intimate thoughts about her former comrades in war and even their last fallen samurai, she had been patient and did not prod. She had wished for him to open his heart sooner to her.
The first time they made love was amazing. Kambei did not feel uneasy once they had unified themselves, and they flowed together like water.
It was immediately afterwards, as she stroked his hair and had his head rested on her breast, that he felt comfortable with showing his soul to a woman who loved him as equally as he loved her.
End.