Disclaimer: "Skip Beat!" and its characters are the property of Yoshiki Nakamura.
Epilogue
They'd thrown themselves at each other as soon as the small apartment's door had been closed.
"I missed you so much!"
She didn't say anything in reply, satisfied to simply be removing his coat, and kissed him again. She hurriedly attacked the remainder of his clothes, softly caressing every inch of skin thus discovered.
Feverishly, he also began to undress her, and they quickly moved to the bedroom, scattering garments on their way. When they fell on the covers, they were already half-naked.
They remained there for an instant, silently smiling at each other, appreciating the simple sink-on-skin contact. He slid his hand from her hips to her face and they started all over again.
She pulled him to her and plunged her tongue into his mouth, not meeting any resistance.
He moved a hand into her panties, to her ass and grumbled when she began caressing him over his boxers.
There were only ten days between the day that they had been reunited and Kuon's departure for New Zealand. Because of their loaded schedules, they had been able to see each other only three times in this short span, and every date had finished in the same manner.
They had talked for a long while and spent each night together without sleeping, in the same light of lust and of love.
He brushed his hands along her whole body. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her chest, with passion, while she ran her hand down his sex. He buried his face between her breasts and she let out small cries of pleasure when he lingered on a nipple. He kissed the outline of the aureole tenderly, then slipped his tongue on the small, already hardened, bud. She arched her back in pleasure and clung to his shoulders. He climbed back up, toward her mouth, still caressing her breasts with one hand, while the other found it's way to the treasure between her thighs. She jerked her head back as she felt his fingers fondle her slit through the fabric. He gently made her orgasm grow while watching her.
She twisted in pleasure, eyelids half closed, breathing deeply. She caressed his shoulders, his back, his thighs… Her expressive actions were more than welcome; she'd once been quite the prude. He found the change arousing.
Their separation seemed to have affected her, he thought, while withdrawing the small piece of lingerie. He put his fingers directly on her, approvingly noting that she was already wet.
She widened her legs to allow him better access and squeezed him strongly in her arms. He slipped in two fingers and began to massage a strategic point. She began shifting her hips and he removed his fingers, only to reintroduce them immediately. He repeated the movement until she synchronized with his hand. After a few minutes, she was shaken by spasms and finally rested her face on his shoulder, murmuring his name.
It was Christmas, she was celebrating her 21st birthday. He'd been able to get a week off from his shooting for the holidays and he surprised her, returning to spend time with her, before his professional obligations would have to pull him out of her arms again, taking him at the other side of the world.
She had spotted him right away when he entered the reception hall. She would have recognized his frame if he were one in thousands and from miles away. She'd rushed to him through the crowd and the instant their lips were reunited she had been overwhelmed by an immense desire for him.
He withdrew his hand and caressed her back as she caught her breath.
They exchanged a few words about the weather, about their careers and other trivial information, but neither was really listening. They were too concentrated on their strokes, which had never stopped, to follow the insignificant conversation.
Lying on his back, he let her remove his boxers. She straddled him and was at last able to take possession of the erection she had been obsessed with; the one that belonged only to her.
She took him in her hand with delight and he closed his eyes, moaning. She kissed his neck and accelerated her strokes, turned on by the sounds that were coming out of his mouth. He took her breasts in his hands and she raised herself lightly, so as to admire his perfect face illuminated with pleasure. He came soon and she leaned in to give him a kiss.
He hugged her close to him, as if he had wanted to melt inside of her. Their arms, their legs tangled again, and they were carried away by their senses.
Completely nude they rubbed their intimate parts in a heavenly rhythm. They could spend the entire night, giving pleasure to each other like that. They had never gone further. The few nights they had spent together had been filled with sensuality and exquisite delight without either one of them feeling the need to cross that line. They had not spoken of it, yet they had reached an unspoken agreement. They were fully satisfied with their foreplay and it seemed obvious the rest could wait until they were married.
They were far from those thoughts, in that moment. She held his hips firmly, moving her own back and forth, encouraging him to continue his movements. He was holding her waist and pressing his erection against her, imitating intercourse. She closed her arms around his back, shouting her bliss. He dropped himself to lie next to her again.
"When you come to me, this summer, I will marry you," he whispered in her ear.
"Do I get a say in this? I believe I am involved in this decision, would you be kind enough not to make it all alone?" she teased.
"Kyouko. Marry me," he said without hesitating and they resumed their activities.
"I will." She caressed his thigh, he kissed her breast. He felt he could go on till morning. "But I'm not sure I can wait that long," she added seizing his member. "I really, really want you right now," she finished in a breath.
He steadied himself for just enough time to look at her. The emperor didn't need to hear this a second time, but he had learned to moderate the emperor. A naughty smile appeared on his lips.
"And what would that mean, I beg of you, dear princess?" he asked pushing on his arms to tower over her. "Does that mean I have permission to let my most perverted fantasies run wild? And what about protection?"
"Looks like I'm a step ahead of you for once, I already did what was necessary." She lifted the dark hair that fell over his deep green gaze. "And you know very well what I mean, stop pretending, will you," she added, faking a pout. They did nothing but kiss during the minutes that followed, enjoying this instant before eternity.
A couple months earlier, after they had spent half of an afternoon kissing in a public park, pictures had been published. The press had been crazy about it until he left Japan. The true romance of Tsuruga Ren with the rising star Kyouko had gotten the papers even more excited than his fake one with Momose Itsumi. At that point Momose herself decided to come out, but her revelation had almost gone unnoticed, her career remaining unscathed. Funny thing, she had actually never intended to hide her orientations, in the first place: she later confessed that the fake romance had been requested from her by a defender of love who wanted to remain anonymous, who had asked her to play this little "trick" as a favor, promising her that "interesting things" would certainly come out of it.
The two had not made any statement, but their love was palpable to whoever was present at the airport when they seemed to be unable to separate, discreetly whispering words of love and promises of patience.
Many celebrities had then agreed to comment on the birth of their romance, most of them assuring that they had always known it was bound to happen. Amongst their friends and former colleagues Kotonami Kanae had only said that it was about time and Fuwa Sho had bitterly declared that she did deserve it. The LME president would have organized a huge party "in the name of love" had he received the permission; he said he felt so frustrated that he really intended to at least take part in the wedding preparations.
She felt the man she loved inserting his manhood inside her most sacred place. He gently pushed on the barrier, without rushing, kissing her slowly. It hadn't hurt her so far, he came out and back in a couple times like that, to prepare her. He slid his tip along her slit and then finally broke the kiss so as to watch her while he disappeared completely inside of her. She wrinkled her nose and painfully smiled at him.
They remained motionless for a moment, breathing heavily. He caressed her face and she gave him a light kiss. His hands wandered around her body, her face. She looked at him and stroked his hair, lost in the feeling of having the length of him buried inside her core. They kissed again and he began to move, moderately, drawing circles on her slit until he guessed from her relaxing features that the pain was fading.
"I love you, " he said. "I love you so much!"
"Mm, yes. I love you toooo..."
He quickened his motion when she began to moan. He had waited for this moment for so long! They were united at last.
She grabbed his shoulders and called out his name.
He never wanted to be separated from her again.
Their voices harmonized; she was so happy in that moment. Had she not been jealous, this may never have happened. Their bodies were finally one.
She had gotten used to the sensation of his member moving in her flesh and surprised herself by following his movements in a steady pace, away and back, to this place where their beings were joined.
They came together over and over again; untiringly they changed position and remained together until the break of dawn. Screams of passion resounded for a long time in the small room.
Upon a bedside table sat a monthly magazine had been mindlessly thrown there almost two months before. The cover showed two intertwined silhouettes under the cherry trees, and a title, in bold letters, stated, "Exclusive: The Whole Truth About the Romantic Fairy Tale!"
On the sheets their bodies felt like one; the mix of black and orange hair created a unique shade. They fell asleep in each others arms, both feeling like they belonged for the first time.
They shared only one breathe, one smile, one dream.
"Every one of us is thus the half of what may be properly termed a man, and like a psetta cut in two, is the imperfect portion of an entire whole, perpetually necessitated to seek the half belonging to him."
"Let no one act contrary to Eros for if we become friends and reconciled to the god, we shall find out and meet with our own favorites, which few at the moment do."
The Banquet (symposium) Plato
Last thanks to Orietta Rose for beta reading on this story!
Author's note : I totally understand how my brutal change of style for the reunion scene turned out to be a big disappointment to some of you. In fact, I feared this would happen and I knew my choice was risky, but I stand by it cause that's the kind of things I like to read. I'm fully aware of the audacity of this abrupt distanced point of view that came as a surprise even to me when I wrote it, but I guess at that point the story had a life of its own, cause that scene refused to come out any other way. Those 2 chapters were meant to contrast with the detailed introspection that came before, cause I felt that they had to stand out to illustrate the radical turn in the story. That's the way it came to me, and I'm really sorry I failed your trust in me but that's the way this story became what it is, that's why it's gonna stay this way. I apologize for letting you down when you expected continuity, but I only wrote this story in a couple of days, on an impulse, and I want it to keep its original intention, even if it has its flaws. I absolutely didn't mind the criticism (it takes more than that to upset me, I respect your opinion and it's only a fanfic!), I sincerely appreciate your honesty and the fact that you thought it worth informing me.
I'm very grateful for the couple of positive comments, of course! I'm glad you enjoyed, but there's an end to everything ;)
Anyway, this is the end. I suppose the epilogue is more fitting to everyone's taste and expectations, hopefully it will help my lack of constancy to be forgiven.
Thank you very much for reading this!