A/N: Explicit, smutty stuff ahead. No kids. No complaints. You have been warned.
Hitomi locks the bathroom door behind herself and thoroughly stretches her limbs before pulling off the sweaty running clothes. She is quite tired after a late training session and wants nothing more than a hot shower and her bed. It's been months again since her last encounter with Van and she can't stop thinking about what happened between them. She touches her lips at the thought and smiles a bit.
When her new acquaintance, Jun, comes to mind she frowns a bit. The young man had turned out to be a nice enough friend but she can feel that his intentions are becoming increasingly romantic. Since her departure from Gaea several years ago, she has been trying to keep the hope alive to return one day, but now she is not so sure anymore. She is slowly beginning to question what fate has in store for her and the otherworldly king.
But I love him. This is one thing she is undoubtedly certain of. Hitomi regards herself in the mirror before stepping into the shower. How much she wishes she could be with Van like this, just once. What would it be like? They had been quite intimate a few times but never had a chance to cross the final line. How would it feel like to be with him this way? Exhilarating probably, but she can only guess by what she has experienced from him so far.
The hot water soothes her tired limbs and washes away sweat and dust. Orange blossom scented soap coats her skin as she runs the sponge up and down her body. What could the very adult Van's hands feel like running along the length of her legs and back, or her breasts? Would he savor the smoothness of her skin with his fingers slowly and patiently, or in an urgent, passionate fashion? All these thoughts make her blush in the steamy fog of the shower, but this is one of the only places she can explore such fantasies without interruption.
Van yawns quietly as the council resumes its activities after officially declaring another section of the reconstruction finished. Not much longer and the sacred capital of Adom will have been completely restored. He wonders what will come after. Mostly politics, it seems. Already, they are pushing for him to make important decisions that impact Adom's relations across borders. He is grateful for the strong friendship with Torushina, but becoming complacent would not do. More alliances would need to be forged and treaties established to claim Adom's once strong presence on the maps of Gaea.
The young monarch misses days spent leading a simple life in the woods or with the Abaharaki. He catches himself wondering how long it's been since he has had to fight an enemy. Surely this is not something anybody would wish for, but life was so much plainer then. Even when she came. Hitomi, his Wing Goddess, had given him fresh purpose. He had often, shamefully, wished for death then because, with his clan extinct, nothing else was giving him a cause to exist.
Now his causes are the people in the room with him, the individuals living in the village below, and each and every creature in the country he rules. They are counting on him, hoping to once more restore Adom to its former glory. He can't let them down. He won't let them down. And yet, he wishes for a complete personal life. Such a selfish thought for a monarch. There is no use in beating around the bush, he wants Hitomi back desperately. Nothing and nobody can make him ever feel as whole again as her. She is his own very personal kingdom.
The last time she was brought here, their connection had been so strong. Every detail about her had been more pronounced than ever before. The warmth of her skin, the moisture on her slightly sweaty shirt, the smell of her breath, and the taste of her lips had all felt so real. So real that the sheer thought of hit causes his face to grow warm. He allows himself to continue indulging in thoughts about her even though the discussions around him are quite serious.
A soft pounding spreads in his head and tugs at his thoughts. He blinks hard a few times until one of the older men notices his strange behavior. "My lord, are you well?"
Van catches a floral smell, completely out of place in the council chamber, reaching his nostrils. "…I am." He murmurs. "Please continue without me. I have something to take care of." He excuses himself rather hastily and quickly strides out of the council chamber.
His vision becomes clouded and foggy and by the time he reaches the door to his chamber and closes it behind himself, his body is already half gone. The transfer takes longer this time, but he instantly feels the difference. Everything seems much more real since he has last been in her world. The small room he appears in is filled with hot steam and a thin layer gently engulfs him from head to toe.
Hitomi wraps the large towel around her body and combs her fingers through her short locks. Hair still mostly wet, she stands in front of the fogged up mirror about to give it a wipe down with her hand but then she hesitates. Her heart seems to stop for a moment when the mood in the small room changes abruptly. The possibility of an intruder briefly crosses her mind. No. It couldn't be. They would have passed Yola in the other room and caused some disturbance.
She realizes in the same moment that it's him as Van clears his throat and quietly says her name. His voice is soft and warm and sounds a bit surprised since he appeared to her in such a tempting situation. Hitomi whirls around and he is so close to her in the small room that she is forced to incline her head to see his eyes. "You gave me a good scare." She whispers and places a hand on his broad chest, the other flattened against her heart in surprise.
Van's crisp, white tunic is only tied loosely and his tight, black pants and boots are very out of place in the cheerful bathroom with the yellow tile and pink carpet. A tuft of wild bangs covers one of his amber eyes, but the other one instantly focuses on the hand resting against his chest. The gentle touch of Hitomi's small hand is all he needs to instantly snap.
Hitomi gasps loudly when she suddenly finds her back flush with the plastic divider behind her. One of Van's hands is on her shoulder, while the other is braced against the edge of the small shower stall. His body is pressed up close to hers and the damp towel she is wrapped in is already becoming warm between the heat of their bodies.
Hitomi shivers when she senses Van's desire for her emanate from his every pore. His sharp jaw and elegant nose are close to the side of her face when he inhales her scent. "You smell so good." He whispers in her ear. "I've missed you." He adds while lightly brushing his lips across her cheek and trailing them down her neck.
Lost for words, Hitomi allows him better access to her neck by tilting it to the side, yearning for each and every touch he is willing to give. This is what she has been waiting for; what she has been craving. They both have. His hot breath causes goose bumps to form on the parts of her skin that his lips touch and it makes her hands grip the fabric of his tunic in tight fists, afraid he will disappear. After all, it's always only a matter of time.
Van savors the texture of her skin in his grasp. It's still a bit damp and red from being scrubbed thoroughly in the shower. He is doing all he can to not ravish her completely, wanting to savor her slowly even though it's been so long. He begins to place slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of her neck and shoulder, nipping and licking gently. It's tempting to not mark her flawless skin, to make sure everybody knows she is spoken for. Amongst his clan, it wouldn't be frowned upon but he isn't sure about the customs of her world.
Hitomi's breathing has changed to become more ragged and her body is already begging for more. When he lifts his head to observe her pleasure filled face, she quickly moves one of her hands to pull his lips against hers. The bold move stokes the flames of passion inside of him and he crushes her body against the shower stall so forcefully that the plastic creaks in protest.
Their lips work and turn over each other heatedly and soon, Van has coaxed Hitomi's mouth open allowing him to find her tongue with his. His grip on her shoulder tightens and the possessive touch in combination with their heated kisses makes a quiet moan escape Hitomi's mouth.
"Hitomi? Is everything alright? I heard a weird noise." An impatient female voice asks from outside the bathroom.
Van's head withdraws in confusion and Hitomi quickly covers his mouth with her fingers. "My roommate." She whispers with huge eyes.
"Everything is fine, Yola!" She responds, doing her best not to stammer too obviously.
"Okay then. Well, you are taking too long. I'm going to start this documentary without you." The young woman announces loudly as her steps retreat back around the corner.
Hitomi lets out a sigh of relief and wants to remove her hand from Van's mouth but the softness of his full lips feels too good on her fingers. She traces the elegant arches with her fingertips and her sensual touch makes Van's heart jump frantically in his chest. He releases his hold on the shower stall and cradles the back of Hitomi's head, threading his fingers through her wet hair.
Hitomi's hand leaves his face when he moves to kiss her again and pours all of his passion, desire, and love into the gesture. Thanks to the steam and the damp towel around Hitomi, it's now become so hot that the white tunic is beginning to cling to Van's body. Hitomi's hands rub his chest through the fabric and soon her fingers tangle themselves in the strings that keep it tied at the front.
Their kisses have become short and urgent and their breaths more ragged with arousal. Eventually, Hitomi is so frustrated with the darned string that she moves her hands down and tugs the tunic out from where it is tucked into Van's pants. She lifts it as far as it will go until he finally catches on to what she is doing. With a practiced movement, he helps her free him of the garment and it is thoughtlessly discarded on the floor.
It's like Hitomi is seeing Van for the first time all over again when he stands across from her, tan skin covering perfectly shaped muscles as far as the eye can see. Familiar scars have stretched out as he has grown in size and she wants to trace them with her fingers in a soothing fashion as if hoping to erase the pain they have caused him in the past. His chest and abdomen are expanding and following every breath he takes as he allows her to regard him. He is aware that, as far as his physique goes, he is considered a fine male specimen but Hitomi's reaction to him always pleases him especially.
Just when Hitomi's eyes slowly follow the thick, long scar near his hip bone, Van's hand inches towards the side of her chest where the end of the towel is tucked into itself. His gentle, dark eyes find hers with a searching look and when he sees no fear or hesitation, his hand slowly tugs on the fabric until the towel falls to the floor with a soft thud.
One corner of his mouth rises in a roguish grin when he finally can regard Hitomi's nude body for the very first time. He has always known that she is beautiful, but to now see her and have her so near is a firm validation. The growing bulge in his pants begins to strain against the confining fabric painfully as his manhood urges him to continued action.
Van's hand finds the spot on the flimsy shower stall again. He needs to keep it there or his overwhelming need for her soft body will crush her. Hitomi is frozen in place while his eyes roam her body, the air between them thick and electrified. Her eyes still focused on his face, she only notices his hand on her breast when he cups the supple globe and squeezes it with restrained care. Slowly, his calloused thumb begins to brush back and forth against the exquisitely soft nipple. This small, simple caress immediately sends more sparks of fire to Hitomi's lower body.
Van's touch is so filled with desire, gentleness, and love that it almost brings tears to her eyes. She has been waiting so long for him to touch her this way again and at that moment, the wait is completely worth it. If Hitomi's face wasn't already thoroughly flushed, it would be now. As far as being intimate goes, this is still a fairly chaste gesture but his oozing manliness and blatantly obvious want for her have already made her arousal unbearable.
There isn't a man like him anywhere else in her world or his. His raw passion and wild hunger for Hitomi are so evident that it threatens to melt her. With shaking hands, she reaches for his belt and pulls him close. Her fingers slide down inside the front of his tight pants until she brushes his hard length. Just this soft touch makes him hiss so hard she is afraid her roommate may have heard again and one of her hands instinctively covers his mouth again.
Van releases both her breast and the plastic wall and grips each of her wrists tightly, only to remove her hands from his lips and pants. His eyes are dark with passion and Hitomi's aching body is crying out for his touch very ardently. Is he really teasing her when they don't even know how much time is left? It seems to be causing him a particular kind of satisfaction to obviously have the upper hand when it comes to willpower.
With an amused twinkle in his eyes, he finally releases her hands and wraps his arms around her body again. Tightly pressed together, Hitomi can now feel his want for her pressing into her belly as her breasts are pushed flush against his bare chest. The feeling of her nude body cradled in his arms is indescribable. His muscles contract and relax under each and every of his small, strained movements and the fabric of his pants against her lower body adds even more maddening intensity to the situation.
Hitomi is completely nude, while Van so far has only shed his tunic. It seems a bit unfair, but she soon finds herself not caring when his hungry lips find hers once more. They share another deep kiss and Van's teeth begin to nip at her lower lip and draw it into his mouth to savor it. His thorough and eager way of caressing her make her wonder if he has had much practice, or if it's just his slightly feral personality coming through.
Gradually, Van pushes Hitomi back to lean against the plastic wall again and begins to trail long, slow kisses against her jaw, neck, shoulders, and collarbone. Hitomi's hands are roaming his chest, shoulders, and upper arms, savoring the feeling of his supple muscles. He is so strong but treating her so gently that it makes her wonder what it would be like if he allowed himself to be a bit rougher with her.
Hitomi's eyes follow him curiously as he suddenly lowers himself onto his knees and runs his fingers along the side of her breasts, ribcage, and waist. Her female curves are mesmerizing to him. His lips and nose hover over the skin of her belly for a moment, before he continues to place his hungry kisses around her navel and hip bones. His lips stray lower and lower until both hands descend to rest on her firm backside. The sudden touch makes Hitomi gasp and brace her hands on his shoulders.
When Van lifts his head to look at her, the roguish grin is back. His hands are gripping her backside possessively, forcing her legs to spread more. One last smirk and his lips boldly find her moist folds. Her arousal has been building since Van first touched her and the scent and taste of it is intoxicating. Her sticky juice coats his tongue fast and it only adds to the lustful movement.
The sensation of Van's mouth on her most intimate parts makes her react so fiercely Hitomi has to cover her own mouth with a firm hand. A stifled moan is attesting to the pleasure Van's caress is causing her. Hitomi's eyes close tightly and she has to brace more of her weight onto his shoulder with the other hand. Her legs are shaking wildly as his tongue is gliding back and forth between her soaking wet lips in a languid fashion.
Hitomi's small, stifled moans encourage him to keep going as she is obviously enjoying this, so he does. Van drags his tongue around the small, wet berry hidden in her curls and her whimpers confirm that this is indeed the elusive spot known to cause women so much pleasure. A sadistic part of him wants her to be loud, to scream in pleasure and moan his name. To hell with everybody else.
His lips engulf her as much as he is able to and it is soon evident that she needs another form of pleasure to provoke her release. He lets go of one of her firm buttocks and gently moves his hand up the inside of her thigh. It doesn't take much effort to penetrate her very slick, tight opening with two sure fingers. Hitomi's quiet whimpers let him know that she is appreciating this added ministration immeasurably.
Hitomi has lost the ability to think straight. Van's head between her legs is creating havoc within her already, but when his fingers join his tongue and enter her it adds another layer of intensity. His calloused fingers create sensations of amazing friction inside of her and she begins to find herself wishing for his hard arousal filling her tight opening instead. Alas, Van evidently has other plans for this encounter and continues the oral ministrations on her sensitive nerve bundle more fiercely.
When Hitomi's hand tightens almost painfully in his hair, he knows she isn't far from her release. His tongue's movements become more pronounced and his fingers slide into her silky, wet opening thoroughly and firmly. When her knees buckle and the back of her head hits the plastic divider with a dull thud, he makes sure to help her savor the wave of pleasure she is riding.
Van's fingers are deeply buried inside of her as the hot, wet walls around them tighten. He continues to softly stroke the nub of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Each time he pushes against it again, she inhales sharply until a small sigh escapes Hitomi's lips and the hand in his hair retreats. He removes his fingers from her and she moans a bit as if protesting.
When he stands, he takes hold of her hips to support her shaking legs and groans at the feeling of Hitomi's warm lips on his chest. She is not in as much of a stupor as he assumed and it's only stoking the fire within him more and more. When they kiss again, he takes pleasure in knowing that she can taste herself on his tongue. The most primal part of his brain is proud to be able to cause her such a feeling and it makes him instinctively grind his hips against her.
One of her hands now finds the front of his pants and begins to rub the painful swelling of his hardness through the fabric. He can't help but respond with a deep moan of his own. Just the touch of her hand through his pants is causing the fabric to rub against sensitive spots around the tip of his erection. Hitomi works slowly but with dedication, and he almost wants to shed this last barrier so he can give in to the primitive longing and bury himself inside her to the hilt.
The only thing that stops Van from doing it is the location. Although they have been waiting too long to be able to touch each other in such ways, he still wants their first time together to not be in a small, cramped bathroom. He wants to be able to love his goddess with his entire body and feel her writhing underneath him. He wants them to be able to move around each other and savor the after-effects of their lovemaking in comfort. He wants nothing more for them than to fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up still holding her close.
As he continues to imagine the intimate act, Hitomi's ministrations become more and more intense. Van's handsome face is a dark mask of sheer bliss and his mouth is slightly agape as he looks straight at Hitomi. His chiseled abdominal muscles are heaving under his gasps as the feelings of pleasure slowly become overwhelming. Soon, all the built-up arousal in combination with her touch make him erupt quite unceremoniously. His hands grip her soft body tightly as he savors the peak of satisfaction and it's almost comically bad timing when his body decides to travel back to his own world immediately thereafter.
Hitomi is left standing alone in the bathroom with a dull throb between her legs, swollen lips, and Van's white tunic on the floor as the only evidence that their encounter truly just happened.
Van rubs his brow in frustration as the cool air of his chambers brushes his bare chest. The sensations of his release have not even fully subsided yet when he is brought back to his reality. The front of his pants feels warm and sticky and he chuckles darkly when he considers the mess. At least, he muses, he won't have to touch himself again tonight.
