You know I don't own Kannazuki no Miko. (It seems my obsession upped the ante.)
[Some past tenses fit… but this is my knowledge of English. So, please bare with it.] I had to force myself to write this! Please appreciate it by reading or reviewing. I might edit this in the future. Sorry if it sucks.
week two: day one
Why was she acting so surprised by the gentle caress on her cheek?
Or how she trembled when that all-too powerful gaze pulled her close?
Perhaps it was the fire lapping at her skin wherever those hands touched her.
Those hands, so gentle and slender, rested on the small of her back. Arms pulled her closer, her breath hitched, Himeko felt suffocated. But her body didn't dare lie of its desire, she felt her thighs clench, anything to relieve the ache that was wakening.
Chikane leaned closer, sapphire eyes unbelievably clear and very deep with emotion. They said what she couldn't, and Himeko bit her lip to hold back the whimper as agile fingers drew designs on her skin, underneath the shirt she wore.
She pulled her head to rest on her shoulder, surprising Himeko, once again. Usually, Himemiya would be nipping at her neck; obsessive with branding her…it was unlike her to behave so endearingly, as though she truly wanted her. Himeko shook her head, 'no way that is true. It would be torture… because it's always a game to her. It must be if she takes joy in pain.'
"Don't, Chikane…" Her voice was steady, but her pounding heart, under the hand that enfolded it in warmth and hardened her nipple, could certainly tell of her lie. Himeko's hands tangled in the dark hair to bring their bodies impossibly closer –Himeko burned at the contact, it was pleasant, but it gave her a longing ache. Deep and imploring eyes looked at her, taking her breath away once again, Chikane was so beautiful. But the promise in those eyes was erotic.
"Why do you lie? That is not what your body is saying to me. I can see the taut nipples, begging for a tongue to taste. If you want me now… beg." Himemiya whispered softly, blowing hot air unto the shell of her ear. Himeko ached, swallowing the lump in her throat, but she sighed in exasperation –Chikane was going to kill her, yet she would die a happy girl if it came to that, and she was sure it wouldn't ever.
Her legs wrapped around the slim waist, pressing against her, and she fought for courage. "Well… I believe it's the other way around…" Himeko said innocently, rolling over and straddling the Himemiya heiress. She leaned down; their lips inches apart, her gaze flickered briefly with lust before she smiled.
Smashing their mouths to each other, it was bruising… it was demanding. Chikane wrapped her arms around her dainty shoulders, moulding them together, her breath hitched at the barest of caresses to the back of her neck, raising fine hairs goosebumps in its wake.
"Do you think I am weak to fall under this seduction…?" Chikane gazed at her with amusement, but the fire in those eyes wasn't lost to her. The promise of rough touches, pleasurable cries and making love to her until she passed out was a very pleasant surprise.
"Chikane…" Himeko didn't like the breathy quality of her voice, it sounded so wanton, needy –but in every way, it was begging for more without the 'please'.
There was passion lapping at her skin, there were mind-numbing sensations when Chikane pulled her near, connecting their mouths once again. Himeko closed her eyes, slanting and parting her lips to battle with Chikane's powerful tongue –losing in dominance to surrender to the gentle caresses and how she left no inch alone. Hands splayed on her back, desire was a line drive to third base. The heat of her, soft curves and slender limbs, pressed against her in the most torturous of ways. It made her moan, Himeko's questing fingers slipped under the band of Himemiya's lingerie, feeling smooth skin and the dimples of her butt.
Chikane being underneath her was overwhelming in lust; it blanked her mind to think of the position. For once, she managed to be on top. And opening her eyes, Himeko whimpered when she saw the hungry stare. Flushed and aroused, the petite blonde pulled one hand from her sensuous panties, placing over a breast.
The flesh was soft, and so very warm to the touch.
It was easy to see that Himemiya was on the same train of desire; her nipples were hard and awaiting. The more she looked at her housemate's breasts; she wanted to lick the pebble hard nipple, to taste the sweet perspiration beading that pale body. To worship the goddess writhing from her caresses and looks. Himeko inhaled sharply, feeling dizzy at how bold she was, but she couldn't deny the bolts of desire that ran through her at the notion of being top.
Dominating and in power, it was the next greatest thrill than consequences. Himeko sighed in content, the lust injected was diminishing but it didn't take the sexy image away from her.
She would always remember the Himemiya's body, lithe muscles, svelte pale skin, warm to the touch, that smouldering gaze, sense of feeling safe in her embrace or how her possessive acts made her want for more than lust. That the fast thudding beats of her heart under her hand weren't lying, those eyes, dark and unfathomable, were drowning in lust, but also a deeper emotion.
It made her pulse jump, 'Am I… falling in love… with you?' The simple thought made those words sound so easy to say. As though they were natural than collecting stamps, but books lied of riding into the sunset with her prince, they covered the pain of unrequited love with adventure and friendship. It wasn't easy to forget about love –trust played a big role, and Himeko felt as though this wasn't falling in love. Maybe she was going to –but she didn't mind loving Chikane if it came to that.
"Ah! Chikane! Don't touch me like… that…" Himeko murmured –desperately holding back to moan to escape.
"Why not? I need to feel you." the husked reply came, fingers delicately tracing her labia and entering her so suddenly. Himeko cries out in surprised passion.
Himeko melted at a hand cupping her sex, fingers slid past the barrier of her underwear and ran along the wet slit. "You…shouldn't have to use excuses."
Himeko lifted her head up, stealing a quick kiss before blushing and continued to mumble, "Because you should by now, I am yours." 'You've had my heart since first week.'
"I know." It was whispered, and she breathed in shakily when a digit dipped in her and flicked across her swollen clit.
"Wake up, Kurusugawa-san." A cold voice greets Himeko to wake up, the light of morning hits her and she sits up, wearily blinking and setting her gaze on Himemiya's standing form. It is clear to see that she opened the curtains and roused her from the land of dreams. Pleasant dreams, however incorporeal they were. She looks at Himemiya again, their eyes connecting before Himeko breaks it and clears her throat.
"I… thought it is the weekend. Why did you wake me up so early?" Himeko asks, ignoring the burning stare and how her body reacts to the pleasant tingling in her lower abdomen. A lump catches on her way to swallowing and she shivers as the silence turns palpable with tension, Himeko shifts under the blanket, that dream affects her more than she thinks.
Himemiya doesn't answer for a while; the atmosphere is making her breath more raggedly. She can feel desire flushing her skin, the urge to feel those fingers buried in her is more desperate. Himeko blinks, mustering up the courage to speak before that smooth voice is echoing in her ears. "It is because you are my date for a meaningless night with strangers my father has invited on a whim."
The word, meaningless, slices deep into her heart and she holds her wince in check. 'Why can't I ignore these feelings for you? I feel like a fool for falling under your charms.' A stuttering breath releases before she forces a small smile on her lips. Biting her lips until split won't help and she nods.
"When do we get ready?" She inquires, looking into oceanic eyes and losing herself. She knew the storm behind them, dark and dusty –she knew those eyes could hypnotize anyone with weak will, and she fell prey to the impending waves crashing against her. Drowning, it is so easy to when once didn't know what they were playing with.
From afar, Himemiya was serene and nice and good, she was smiley. But it was far from good, she acted voracious, angry and mean. As though she were trying to forget a burden bestowed upon those dainty shoulders, the graceful neck… and moving upwards, a face so beautiful it steals her breath away. Pink sculpted lips are curled into a smirk, Himeko's eyes widens marginally before she blushes and looks down. She caught the look in those eyes, it promised dark erotic happenings… after their attending to the party Himemiya forced her to.
Why couldn't she shut down her heart and emotions whenever? It would make life easier to live. Yet her heart pounds madly, her body numb and mind blank when a body straddles her down and lips smash against her own. A sublime connection, Himeko whimpers as a hand enfolds her left breast, nimble fingers tug at her nipple and full lips splash a path down her throat, teeth nip at her collarbone before the neglected breast of her right is surrounded by a hot wet heat, a pliant tongue plays with her, avoiding the area where it aches.
The Himemiya's body lies between her legs, shapely thighs press against her pubic mound. Himeko whimpers, her breath hitching every once in a while 'Gods… Chikane… no wonder you make me burn in places that shouldn't ever have to. You're my deepest temptation yet.' And she is reminded of the time.
"We… should g-get –oh! Chikane! Don't do that… we have to be prepared…" Himeko squeaks out, but her arms pull her in closer, she doesn't want that mouth to ever be apart from her breast.
"You're right…" Himemiya, the passionate possessive lover, is gone. The flush of her cheeks, is gone. As though her desire went away as fast as it came, at this, Himeko feels her heart drop to her stomachs' pits, being sucked into the darkness. She knows it's hopeless to try and draw her in as a love interest, but Himeko doesn't stop the thought of their relationship turning into more. But the despondent feeling has vanished when she realizes Himemiya's eyes are on her. That hunger still lurking in those dark depths and she shivers in delight –she wouldn't mind being taken until incoherency.
'I'm sorry, God, for feeling this way. Society says its shame, but what do you say? I love her… like I should a man but even if it is a sin; I won't ever forget this feeling. And I don't care what the world thinks.' She closes her eyes, fatigue washing over her. She wonders, for the moment, how her parents are in Tokyo –are they missing her as she misses them? Himeko feels small stings on her nose and knows she is going to cry –in front of Himemiya, no less. She held the sob back from racking her body, and gulps the sadness down. Deep down, she curses her family's poorness. Sometimes, she thought back then, it was hate, but now the world is clearing up with no clouds and no sun, she knows it is only the loathing of Himemiya's riches, who could throw away people like toys –and Himeko feels like she is no different either after realizing this.
"What am I going to wear?" Her voice is softly calm, the barest hints of caring what she would wear. Absent-mindedly, her fingers button up her blouse, ignoring the frown on those full lips.
Himemiya's fingers snap the sound echoes off the walls, and instantly, a honey-blonde maid in beside her. Her amber eyes scrutinize Himeko, as though she is a species instinct.
"Otoha, please measure Himeko-san first before modifying one of my dresses."
Himeko inwardly bristles at the tone, feeling almost insignificant.
"Yes, Ojou-sama," seemingly young maid is gone, before Himeko feels arms wrap around her waist and lips place a chaste kiss on her neck.
"Forgive me for being so inconsiderate." There is no sound when the Himemiya's body heat is gone. Himeko sits there, in shock. Had Chikane… apologized? Himeko shook her head, but… the words were utmost sincere.
Otoha is back, with yellow measuring tape and a fierce look on her face, "Stand up." No please yet Himeko obeys. She tilts her head to the side, this woman didn't take no for an answer without a fight and from seeing the determination blazing in those eye, she is a hard-headed maid.
Himeko mentally sighs, why had her parents sent her here for? All she knew of was that her parents received a letter one morning she went to fetch the newspaper. The next day, she was naïve to believe they were sad when they pushed a ticket into her hand and drove her to the train station. Only giving her a large luggage bag to pull around before they hastily hugged her good-bye and left, they left her behind as though she were a curse.
Then, Himeko is pulled out of her daze by a needle prickling her like a thorn.
"Sorry for that, you are quite petite." Himeko nods, clasping her hands in front of her so Otoha could adjust the sides without interruption. She could smell honeysuckle in the air, before she thinks it must be from Otoha. It is fitting, though.
For an hour, she stands in the same spot, not one inch she moved. Even if her legs protest and feet ache, Himeko distracts herself by looking at Otoha, who is the head maid as she said once to break the silence while she altered the shoulder cuffs. Otoha boasted that she knew Himemiya since childhood, that she is her right hand assistant and trusted confident. Himeko, at that statement, feels jealousy.
When the measurements are done, Himeko sighs in relief, stretching her muscles and arching her back to release the tension in her back. 'Finally, I can relax…' Himeko thinks but she wonders where Himemiya went after her unusual behaviour, then her stomach rumbles to remind her that she hadn't ate breakfast yet.
A pang of wondering hits her, 'where is she?' Usually, Himemiya was near no matter what… her heart aches. Himemiya always is a puzzle.
"I see you're done," there was a pregnant pause, "…after you eat, we'll leave." Himemiya curtly said. It was polite, but Himeko only turned to see dark hair whipping around the corner. She longingly stares at where her housemate once was, feeling a shallow sting of pain to her heart.
Himeko wants to run after Himemiya, but it is no use crying over spilt milk, as once said. She slumps against the wall, defeated and lost at what to do. Himemiya is hard to please. At least… it seems that way.
For fifteen minutes, Himeko stays there, on the floor. The lights of the corridor are dim; she is in deep thinking when a hand lays on her shoulder. As she blinks, her sight is focused on one stunning Himemiya. Wearing a sinuous and casual black gown, obviously, her disinterest in how she looks signals that this gala is less than important.
Where Himemiya was the one taking her over and over, it is Himeko that feels the desire settle low in her stomach and being the one to do the ravishing. But she feels helpless longing as her hand outstretches to see if it is a mirage, her face of awe and sadness. Himeko touches the smooth skin bare to the world; her hand cups a cheek as she leans in to place a ghosting kiss. She feels a shiver from the Himemiya. Those eyes –that hide behind the angry storm– are clear, deep, like in her dreams, with emotions. She sobs, wrapping her arms around Himemiya's neck and pulling her closer.
A chuckle, soft and charming, ring in her ear, hot breaths spread over the shell of her ear. "We have to get you… dressed." The tenor voice drops an octave; Himeko feels her body react instantly, wet and ready. Fingers slide under her shorts from this morning, and cup her hot sex, tracing the delicate outline of her labia, causing her breath to hitch and stutter. Arms lift her bridal style, and she blushes, burying her nose in the Himemiya's long hair, and drops a kiss on her pulse point, keen ears hear the sharp inhale. And Himeko grins.
Before she could blink, she is pushed against the door, her legs dangling and her lips are connecting in a harsh kiss, it should hurt –but it turns her on only more. Everywhere the slender hands touch, a fire blazes after.
She doesn't remember what happened, when she awakes. Only that she feels a delicious ache in her nether regions, that she is sated… that she is wearing a gown. Stopping above her knees and hugging her hips, it is comfortable to move in before she notices the draft to her sex.
'That Himemiya… she took my underwear!' Sighing, Himeko sits up and treks downstairs to grab a bagel and head to where the limousine sits. The chauffeur opens the door, briefly gazing at her when she shudders. No one can look at her that way but Himemiya. Himeko nods, and sits down hastily. Beside her, Himemiya stares out the black tinted windows, in a thoughtful position before she speaks, head turning. "You simply look exquisite… good enough to be my dessert." Himeko blushes, unused to being complimented.
"But do remember you belong to me, my Himeko." Her voice caresses her name while her eyes stare at her coldly, momentarily flashing with lust. Himeko could get drunk off of her voice.
'How awkward…' She shifts, wondering how this ball will turn out… for the better or worst?
to be continued…