"Mama," said Tsukimi asleep in his arms, and Kuranosuke had started, he certainly wasn't her or anyone else's mama, and yet the way she held him, depended on him.
He'd always wanted to be like his mother, fashionable, beautiful... and he realized in that moment with Tsukimi's dark eyes looking up at him that he had... though he was still certainly no one's mother, especially not Tsukimi's. What he felt for the pretty raven haired creature in his arms was far from maternal. He swallowed, not wanting to think like that, but she was so prefect under her clothes, curves in all the right places, pretty and petite like a porcelain doll next to his lanky barbie. From what he'd been able to tell her figure was maddening, a throwback to the 50s, all tiny waist and broad hips, full breasts, all perfectly proportioned.
His hand found itself on her thigh... and... why the hell couldn't he stop thinking about carrying her? About all the times he'd touched her, dressing her, doing her makeup. He thought of the time he'd lain nearly naked as she cut fabric around him and how hard it had been not to tent his boxers as she did. She was an unfashionable jellyfish otaku, and yet her shyness and curious obsession with the etherial sea creatures just made her more appealing. It was maddening.
He watched her laying on his bed. She'd fallen asleep exhausted after a night of designing, and god she was beautiful. He touched a velvety soft cheek, and she stirred making a soft noise in her sleep, throwing her arms around his shoulders. Kuranosuke flushed as she leant her head on his shoulder. So cute. He stroked her hair, unravelling the braids, running his fingers through the silky black locks. She was so sweetly innocently pretty. "Tsukimi," he murmured, and she nuzzled his neck. "Tsukimi," he said again, wanting to wake her before she put him in a compromising position... or he had an embarrassing bulge in his skirt. Here they were, playing out sleeping beauty, with two princesses... and he couldn't resist. He kissed her, just lightly, brushing his lips against hers. Brown eyes fluttered open, and Kuranosuke tried to pull back, but her arms slid round his neck, deepening the kiss. He flicked his tongue over her lower lip, nibbling and sucking till he drew a little gasp of pleasure from her, one hand tangling in her hair.
She whimpered against his lips, stroking his hair. She thought she was dreaming, Kuranosuke, the beautiful male princess was kissing her. He did all the things for her a prince was supposed to do, didn't he? Saving her, caring for her... as well as preforming all the duties of a fairy godmother, transforming her into a princess herself. He deepened the kiss and never in any dream she'd had before had anything felt that good. He tasted like honeysuckle and summer, and when he put his hand on her cheek it felt solid... real. She blinked... real? Oh god, real. This was real. She pulled back immediately staring at him, unable to comprehend what had happened.
"Kuranosuke," she said.
"I'm sorry," he said, guilt flooding him. He'd taken advantage hadn't he?
-TBC-
Hope you enjoyed the intro to my Kuragehime