Pomegranates

By The Great Wicked

Disclaimer: This is fiction... Not real... I do not own FY or any of its characters but it would sure be nice if I did.

Pairing: Tasuki/OFC

Rating: M Major citrus

Summary: She was the only woman he had ever seen that he had to have. Watching her for a year, the way she moves, does her work, and when she looses her temper, she smolders. Its driven him mad for a year and Genrou has decided he can't stand it anymore, and has to satisfy his craving.

More Than Her Body

Henna slept long and late into the next days afternoon, soft rays of sunlight made her wake as the laid themselves gently across her face. They warmed her and she stretched out her long body, raising her arms above her head and pointing her toes like a cat does when she's most comfortable. Once her eyes opened a small wave of shock and worry spread over her, she didn't know where she was, and she had thought last night was just a dream and that she was now late for her work in the fields. Quickly looking around the room, the night before had come back to her as she observed the rooms sublet details. It was fairly plain, the bed was large and much more comfortable than what she had slept on in her home, it was so soft, as if it were stuffed with nothing but feathers. The linens were plain white and cool to the touch, the begged to be tangled around a sleeping figure's legs, the walls were plain, two lanterns. One from the ceiling and one next to the bed, there were no details around the room that provided any information about the owner.

Henna examined herself to find that she was wearing the same clothes as she had worn the night before, complete with the smell of smoke, liquor and well she wasn't sure what else but it wasn't what you'd call 'alluring'. But on the other hand, it also meant that it had not been a dream. She looked to one of the only solitary objects in the room, beside the bed on a table was the blindfold he'd covered her eyes with, she reached for it and found staring and remembering how he picked her up as though she weighed nothing, flying through the air, hearing the wind whip past her face and rustle her clothes, and who warm he was. His scent, was the smell of smoke and sake, like he had been sitting near a dying fire and the embers had laced it with their own perfume. A moment later she'd pulled herself away from it realizing she was still alone, tucking it in the folds of her own clothes, she stood up and stretched the rest of her sleepiness out of her body, there was no hope of making her appearance any better, her clothes were old and dirty and her hair was a mess. Realizing that there was really nothing that could be done to her unkempt appearance she ventured towards the sliding door and gently slid it open slowly. Trying not to make a sound she saw, nothing but felt a shadow encompass her form

"You know, you're kind of heavy" Henna slid the door shut in surprise and turned to see her bandit with his confident toothy grin on his face. "But I won't tell anyone." He teased her gently, Henna met his smirk with her own and played along circling him as he began to circle her.

"Have I been kidnapped?" She paused, being sensual without meaning to, it always killed him. His coy little Henna. "What random do you seek?"

"No sure, I'll let ay know. Now, don't go poking outside again." He latched the door shut and locked it "Can't have you knowing where we are."

"Why is that?"

"Can;t have you trying to escape."

"Not letting me go outside, keeping me locked up. This must be a kidnapping." Genrou gave no answer but raised his eyebrow suggestively. Standing behind her, he gave her a gentle push forward towards the door opposite of them and ushered her outside to a secluded area. A covering over a natural spring, surrounded by large stones, trees and small shrubs, the area was openly exposed to the elements but the overhang kept it fairly covered and hidden. Steam rose from the water, it looked so warm but the breeze made it cool and it looked so inviting.

Henna turned her head and looked over her shoulder, Genrou's head was right next to her ear. "Looks nice doesn't it?" Henna nodded bringing her hand up to touch one of his fiery locks "So get in," He said softly.

"Hmm…" She hesitated briefly as if waiting for an explanation.

"You're missing the big picture Henna," She smiled, loving how her name rolled off his tongue "After such a hard life tending the fields, taking care of complete strangers, why not let someone take care of you?" He asked her, she turned completely and looked at him differently now, he was interested in more than just a night of passion.

"And have a stranger take care of me?"

"A stranger who knows you better then you know yourself." He turned to leave her with a few moments of privacy disappearing back inside.

Henna was pleasantly surprised at his gentlemanly nature and pulled her hair up and began to aerobe herself, with her clothes in a pile she stepped into the hot water, taking a deep breath as her skin adjusted to the heat. It was hot, as hot as she could stand it but it felt so good and so relaxing, she sank into the water, keeping her head just above the water line. A few quiet and tranquil moments had passed and Henna had forgotten where she was and forgot the world outside her small sanctuary, it was the feeling that someone was standing over her that made her look up. And there he was, his shirt unbuttoned slightly and sleeves rolled up, she had hoped he was planning on joining her, but he made no such movement.

"Enjoying yourself?" Henna made a faux attempt to cover her chest, although she was fairly confident that he couldn't see much besides her general form due to the water being so dark from the dense and dark rock camouflaging anything in it. Genrou chuckled at her movement, he didn't need to see her naked form to know she was beautiful, he picked up her clothes and turned to leave again.

"Kidnapping and now stealing bandit? Leaving me with nothing to wear…"

"Not yet," He replied with a hint of mischief in his voice "Those bottles are for you to use."He pointed to two small bottles off to the side. She carefully picked one up of the dark glass bottles and smelled it. Jasmine. Bath oils from the capital! She was beside herself for a moment then it sank in, these were meant for her. This was what he meant when he spoke of 'taking care of her' so mysterious was her bandit.

Like a child with a new toy she smiled as she poured the contents into her hand and covered her body with it loving how smooth it made her skin. Her hands lingering, adding in its own perfume mix to her natural scent. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, these was nothing like this in the village she lived in.

"Those are from Empress Houki's collection." She turned sharply to the noise to see him leaning against the frame of the door.

"Empress Houki?" She asked clearly baffled

"She and Emperor Hotohori are personal friends of mine." He walked up to her and knelt down next to her. "Am I confusin' ya?" She nodded "Good, ready to continue?" She raised and eyebrow "It's all part of the plan." He said reciting what he'd told her last night. She nodded to him and waited. He then reached for her neck fingers tarrying lovingly on her skin that sent electric shocks throughout her body, the chopsticks that held her hair up were pulled free and it fell around her. "Lean back, I've got you.

He ran his hands through her hair, wetting it, holding her head as she leaned back in the water. The hot water was bliss and his hands worked through it massaging her scalp, taking great care not to pull her hair. A few moments later one of is hands left and reached for the other bottle, the contents in his hands he worked it into her auburn tresses. She sighed heavily relishing in the sensations he was creating, such a simple task really. He was just washing her hair for her. No one had ever done that for her, but he must have had sisters because he knew exactly what felt good. It was wonderful his touch was loving and sensual her neck went limp in his hands, fortunately he had her. He leaned down to breathe her in falling under a hypnotic spell with every breath he took. He had to stop or he'd never accomplish what he wanted to.

His hands bid her to sit up and she did, the soap rinsed from her hair she felt so much better "Mmm, that was wonderful."

"It gets better." He again, rose to leave and a few moments later returned with

linens in his hands, he held them open for her to get out, she looked at him as though she thought him to stare at her. "I'll close my eyes." He said playfully shutting them. She waved her hand over them then stepped into the linen letting him wrap her up in it, his arms enfolding her gently before picking her up and carrying her into the other room. She smiled into his neck as she leaned in close to him, her lips so close they brushed his bare skin. She felt him breathe sharply at her touch. He set her down on the bed gently and handed her the robe then left the room again. She sat alone for a few minutes drying her hair till she felt a familiar pair of hands run themselves through her hair.

Henna leaned against him letting his hands wander from her hair to her neck, her throat, her shoulders pushing the linen away exposing her tan skin. He joined her on the bed resting his head against her neck breathing deeply his hands applying pressure to her shoulders not to hurt her, to relax her tense body. His lips trailed fire and they moved from her neck to her ears, there they stayed for a few moments, letting her hear him breathe.

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Another redone chapter, hope its to your liking, read and review.

~The Great Wicked