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Lemon #10: Totsuka Tatara

Requested by indrani and Lunia (both Guest Reviewers)

Author's Note:

Just a little something for us all to think about. A new perspective for everyone to ponder, not necessarily agree with, but just think about.

The loneliest people are the kindest.

The saddest people smile the brightest.

The most damaged people are the wisest.

All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

-Unknown

Here, curled underneath the cotton sheets, it was warm. I woke to gentle warmth every morning when I was in his arms; his hands resting on my back, his breath lightly stirring my hair and soft blankets cocooning our intertwined bodies were all things I had become accustomed to waking up to every dawn.

I was a lucky woman to be able to wake in the arms of such a man. He was different from the other men of HOMRA, different from any man I'd ever known; his unending optimism and friendly antics were things I had never seen anyone possess so naturally; if any other person acted like him, it would most definitely feel forced and odd. But he was so genuine, so true that he had somehow managed to open up my very private world and make a steady home there. He knew things about me no one else could imagine, things he probably didn't even need to know, but things he'd listened to with a smile or a ready shoulder to lean on.

And every day when his deep brown eyes fluttered open against the bright morning light, I was wished good morning with a warm smile. The sun shone on his hair, turning it into shimmering strands of pure gold and I whispered a hushed return of his greeting as I slipped my fingers into the silken locks. A soft sigh left his lips and I turned my attention to his gentle features as one of his warm hands traveled up my back and to my cheek. His fingers weren't calloused, or even rough, but they had a certain texture built up from years of practicing many hobbies, some of which involved intricate handiwork. His thumb stroked my jaw, the lithe curve of his palm resting against my neck as he brought me closer to him with the arm that remained at my waist.

My eyelids blinked shut as we became close enough for our breath to intermingle, hands slipping down from their hold in his hair to cup his smooth cheeks as our mouths met for a soft lip-lock. Our kiss was tender and sensual, with open mouths and loving touches, just enjoying the taste and feel of one other. His mouth tasted a bit like cinnamon and sugar, most likely due to his partially successful attempt at baking cinnamon rolls the previous day; but at the same time, it tasted deliciously like him, a flavor uniquely his own, a flavor like nothing else.

He pulled away slowly, almost hesitantly, and his gentle brown gaze studied my face as we parted. There was no need to pant for stolen breath, no need to fight for dominance, to tear at clothes, to bite at skin. Not with him. It was never that way with him. His hand at my waist dipped beneath my shirt and the warm fingers splayed over my stomach, caressing the skin with his warmth. I inhaled and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my face close enough to leave a few small kisses along his jaw. No words were spoken because none were needed, both of us so accustomed to one another's bodies that words would simply take away from the sereneness of this moment.

Both of his hands traveled back to my waist where he massaged the bare skin soothingly. His touch burned into my memory, a sensation I would never be able to forget. His fingers slipped farther up my body until his gentle caresses reached my upper ribcage. I swallowed heavily and reached for the hem of his shirt, tracing the edge of the fabric with quivering fingertips. He pulled back enough to study my expression, hands stilling on my skin for a moment. Our gazed locked, brown to (e/c), and I hoped the expression on my face, the emotion in my eyes would be enough to tell him what he was waiting for; because I couldn't fully express these feelings in words, nor could I bring myself to beg for this. Never for this.

A small smile curled his mouth, lighting up his face and our bodies fit perfectly together once more as his lips fell back onto mine, drawing me into another luscious kiss. My heart fluttered and my face heated up, mind beginning to numb as the man slowly continued his sensuous actions at my mouth and stomach.

In my long gone high school days, sex education class had taught my hormonally controlled mind many things; one of which being that most men woke with an erection. Back then, I'd accepted this as something that just happened as an everyday kind of phenomenon but nothing I would ever have to deal with. And yet right now, in his arms with his tongue gently coaxing mine to slip past his teeth and his hands massaging my muscles until they slumped against him, his hard heat was a prominent thought in my mind. It pressed firmly into my sensitive inner thigh given our current lack of, or want for personal space and despite the slow tenderness behind our actions, my mind raced with everything that was yet to come.

Hands tracing soft skin, lips melting into one another, my thoughts so distracted by little details of the experience that I didn't even notice we had changed positions; the brown-eyed man had laid me down with my back to the mattress and slipped over top of me, propping himself up by his elbows to keep the bulk of his weight off of my body. My fingertips traced over the smooth expanse of his bare back and I realized his shirt had been discarded. I slipped my hands down his back, following his spine all the way down to the top of his pants. The lips pressed against mine quivered as a deep moan escaped him, coaxing a soft mewl of my own to collect at the back of my throat.

He trailed a sweet path of kisses over my cheek and down my neck, never sucking at the skin enough to mark it, but just enough to leave the flesh tingling. He slipped my shirt up and rested the bunched up fabric just above my chest where I was able to grip the fabric and remove it completely. I bit my lip as his fingers cupped my newly exposed breasts, heat rushing into my face as I tried to hide an embarrassed squeak from leaving my lips. A bright smile reassured my panicking heart and I lost myself to the sensation of his hands and the feel of his hair around my fingers as I once again began massaging his scalp.

I studied his exposed torso as his warm hands traced patterns all the way down my stomach before fingers hooked around the waistband of my sweatpants; he didn't have defined muscles beneath his pale skin, but his slim build was appealing. Of course, I'd always found that aspect of him attractive, but here, completely exposed, it was different. Amidst my studying, the torturously phenomenal feel of his massaging hands drifted father and farther up my thighs until he was tenderly kneading the junction of my hip and leg.

A loving kiss was pressed to my eager lips and I kissed him back just as softly before a gasp was torn from my throat at the sudden feel of his fingers running through my sopping folds. His fingers massaged the area in a similar manner to his previous ministrations on the rest of my body and the firm, caring strokes of his fingertips had me soon breaking the kiss to freely emit the sounds of uncontrollable pleasure he was causing.

But I didn't want to release just from this, just from his fingers. I wanted to be connected to him, wanted us to be fully apart of one another when I came. So I cooed softly, hand trailing down his arm to his wrist where I silently asked him to stop. He immediately abandoned his movements on my body and turned slightly panicked eyes to my face, afraid for a moment he had done something wrong. I smiled to reassure him, digits slipping past his palm to link our fingers as I leaned up into him to convey my motives via one sweet kiss.

His muscles relaxed, and he lowered me onto the mattress only to be flipped back onto my side again in our original position. I lowered my hands to the top of his pants, feeling self-conscious for some reason; but why? I was already entirely exposed beneath the sheets, so why was I becoming embarrassed by the act of exposing him? I swallowed hard and lowered his pant to his knees where he kicked them off completely.

I could feel my face turning bright crimson as he pulled our bodies flush against one another and his heat pressed against my inner thigh as I hooked my leg over his hips. A kiss was placed on my mouth, but it was different from the others bestowed upon me that morning. It was loving and tender still, but this time with a hint of desire and arousal that rocked my soul within my chest.

A hand rested on the thigh that was hooked around his waist and another placed in my hair as our hips twisted and sank, finding just the right angle. He kissed me harder when the tip of his hard heat pressed into my core, a groan emitted as he pushed further in. It wasn't so much thrusting as it was sliding within me, stretching me to my limit before pulling back and repeating the process in a tortuously slow rhythm that had me losing my mind.

I had no idea how long we managed to last with pleasure of this magnitude impossibly intensifying with each slow slide within me, but it felt like hours in a heavenly bliss. The last thing I was able to comprehend was the feel of one of his hands closing over mine, our fingers curling around the other's digits until our hands were clutching one another's. Reaching my orgasm felt less like experiencing the peak of sexual excitement and more like losing myself to his tender kisses and loving touches and warm smiles. I nuzzled my face into his neck and closed my eyes as I felt his muscles tensing in my arms and his fingers tightening their hold on my own as he reached his release a few moments after me.

I waited for him to relax, for his sated body to hold me impossibly closer than I was already holding myself to him before I spoke, the only true words that had formed in my mind since the moment he kissed me good morning.

"I love you, Tatara-kun." I felt the gentle brush of lips on my forehead and his breath against the top of my head as he replied "Don't worry, sweetheart; I love you, too. Now," His thumb slipped under my chin, tilting it back so that I could see his characteristic smile plastered on his flushed face "How do you feel about burnt cinnamon rolls for breakfast?"

Update:

So, with the feedback I received from you guys, it seems like I will be going ahead with the little sequels mentioned in previous author's notes. They will only be published after all of the characters have had their initial smut chapters published, and there are still quite a few characters left to write for.

P.S. If you noticed a lack of proper nouns in this chapter, I can assure you that it was completely intentional.