A/N: Thank you ScriptAngel for your review of the last chapter. This is a common disclosure to all who may read that I cannot promise you anymore fics. I will try but I can't promise.
Also, this chapter might better be read in private. :3

Disclaimer: I do not own City Hunter or its characters.

SINCE I SAW HER STANDING THERE

Chapter: 11

The night passed and the day found our beloved couple in their cozy kitchen. Saki set the rice to steam while also instructing Onoda-san on how to chop the vegetables. She thought him to be a bit slow but diligent. It was when she was stirring a small pot of stock that she looked over at him and found him looking pale.
"You don't seem too well today"
"I am fine"
"Do you feel fine?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure?"
Onoda-san admitted with a light shrug,
"I could not sleep last night"
Saki's guilt rushed to her aid,
"The mattress is a little lumpy but I will..."
He raised his head from above the chopping board and looked sideways at her,
"I could not sleep because I was thinking about you"
She was confused,
"But I was right next to you"
"Our proximity was what got me... thinking"
Saki smiled at that. She advanced a little towards him, saying,
"I'll air out another mattress today. We can use it till we buy that bed. Tomorrow"
"I remember"
While she had to patiently remind Hideyuki of their secret appointments and then be delighted at his profusely delivered apologies, Onoda-san remembered every single detail with a mechanical accuracy. The contrast was only astounding to her in the sense that she could fall in love with both ends of the rope. And she wished to laugh at that peculiar metaphor.
"So, what's the plan for today?", he asked when they sat down to breakfast.
"Clean the upper story, make space upstairs for my books when they arrive. And air out a mattress. What about you?"
"I stepped into a kitchen and played sous chef. Who knows what's in store for me today?"
Saki grinned,
"Oh, I do. You're going to preside over some boring meetings and scold Tadashi-san for one thing or another. Then you're going to take a break at 4:00. You'll stay late at work, offering your wife some usual excuse. And while you're doing all that, I will have finished my chores and will be sitting in the backyard, listening to Sonny and Cher"
There was a faint smile on his lips,
"Hippie"
"Nerd"
He put the tea cup down and said,
"You are wrong about that last part. I will be home early today"
"By early, you mean?"
"6'o clock"
"Good"
"Good"
They smiled again and began gathering the dirty dishes.

Onoda-san kept his word. A sharp two minutes before 6:00 pm, the company's executive cab dropped him outside the gate to Nogawa House. He thanked the driver and waited for him to leave to open the gate. It might have been a silly notion but Onoda-san did not like anyone intruding when he was in Saki's company. He believed he was a completely different person in her presence and whoever, other than her witnessed that side of Tsuyoshi Onoda, be damned.
'She has left the door open again'
He slid the front door aside and entered the house. Saki had a bad habit of leaving the door unlocked during the day. This he had discovered from his days of visiting her while she grieved over her lover's death. He fully intended to scold her over this lack of precaution against burglars but the action never followed. For when he was rid of his coat and tie, and walked over to the backyard, he found his wife putting some heavy box in the tool-shed.
'Look at that'
He was filled with concern and pity for her sweating and heaving form. But then she saw him and smiled, showing her pearly whites, her chest rising and falling with the current exhaustion. Pity was kicked out of the door by red-hot lust.
Saki climbed two steps to face him full,
"Hello there"
Onoda-san's greeting was a kiss on her lips. Lips, which she quickly retracted and curled up in a laugh.
"Don't. I'm all sweaty"
He pulled her close and, with the tip of his tongue, licked a tiny bead of sweat on her neck,
"I know"
He was wrong to suppose that the throatily whispered words would make her yield. Saki put her hand on his chest and looked up at his face.
"Wait", she held his arm, "You're hot"
"Thank you"
"No. You might have a fever. Let me take your temperature"
"Miss Saki..."
"It will take just a minute. Wait in the bedroom. I'll quickly wash up and be right with you"
She was rushing towards the bathroom before he could try to negotiate. He sighed and headed to their bedroom.

Saki had lost her calm on seeing the 130° on the thermometer. Without saying a word to Onoda-san, she called up Tadashi and asked him to bring his stepbrother's regular physician.
"There's no such thing as 'your Oneesan's regular doctor'. So I brought the best one I know", Tadashi stood in the drawing room.
Onoda-san was furious and ready to show their visitors the door. He looked at Saki and then at the doctor.
"I am in perfect health. Your services won't be needed. You can leave"
Saki said,
"Your temperature is rising. You might have the flu that's going around"
"I've never fallen sick in my whole life"
Tadashi chirped, swinging to and fro on his feet,
"Never ever"
"Let him have a quick look at least"
"Tadashi, take the good gentleman out and pay him his visiting fees"
"Please", she said.
Onoda-san stopped with his back to them, like he couldn't leave for the bedroom anymore. Tadashi glanced at Saki's pleading eyes and Onoda-san's defeated expression.
"Uh-oh"
Onoda-san turned, glared at Saki once and said to his stepbrother,
"Bring two chairs from that room"

The doctor made the diagnosis that Onoda-san's fever was a result of over-exertion. Saki was glad that it was not the flu but the sight of him lying frowning and helpless on her mattress was painful. She nursed him with her loving words, like "Please, don't get up. Please" and "It's just a compress. It's okay". Tadashi had told her before leaving (and risked being punched for that),
"He's probably a bad patient"
He was. Still, he lay there like an obedient child, only because he didn't want her to worry about him. There was another reason for her to worry though.
"This tablet should make him start sweating soon. If that doesn't happen, give him another one after an hour. Remember – it's crucial to make him sweat by morning. We don't want the fever to escalate and reach his brain"
The clock on her bedroom wall said 12:40 and Onoda-san hadn't sweat a drop. Saki wondered if she should give him a third tablet.
"You need to sleep", he told her.
She put her hand on his brow again. Burning hot.
"I am going to get you another blanket"
"No!", he held her wrist before she could get up, "There's at least a hundred pounds of sheets on me right now. If it weren't for your face, I would think I was being roasted on a spit in hell. No more blankets"
"But you're not sweating"
"I told you I am fine. Now get this off me and..."
"Hush"
He promptly shut up.
'Oh God, what do I do? He needs to sweat. What do I do? I could take him out for a run but he might lose whatever energy he has left. I have to make him sweat'
Like a shooting star across the sky, an idea passed through Saki's mind and she stiffened. She looked down at Onoda-san, who raised a brow at her curious stare. She debated inwardly over the merits of her scheme. Maybe it would work. It was not how she wanted that to be but she didn't have many options.
"You are thinking about doing something weird or stupid"
Onoda-san was looking at her with undisguised suspicion. Saki checked his temperature again before finally making up her mind: 150°.
'I don't care. I have to do this'
"Miss Saki?"
She leaned over him and said,
"Be still and relax"
"What are you doing?"
She was glad he couldn't move his hands easily under all that weight. She adjusted the sheets so they were only on his upper body. This way, he couldn't stop her. She poured all her love for him in two words,
"Trust me"
Onoda-san nearly jumped through the roof when Saki unbuckled the belt on his pants and unzipped them.
"What are you doing?!"

***'M' rated part***

Onoda-san threw off the sheets and sat up. He brushed off Saki's hands and asked again,
"What the hell were you doing?"
"You need to sweat!"
"How is taking off my pants going to make me sweat?"
"I wasn't just taking off your pants. We're going to have sex"
He watched speechless as Saki got on her knees and took off her dress. She was blushing, but had a small smile on her face.
"We need to work up a good sweat"
She had been wearing white under white. And lace at that. He had to breathe through his mouth at the sight of her small delicate breasts and that pale, milky-white skin. She looked like a fantasy angel. Onoda-san's hands twitched to touch her skin and gently put aside the long black hair on her shoulders and back.
"Are you going to cooperate?", Saki tried to get on his lap.
He recoiled like she was some sea monster. His head shook and he closed his eyes,
"No. Not like this. Please"
"You need to sweat. Let me take care of you"
Onoda-san crawled backwards on the mattress, trying to persuade Saki to let him be. The vision was too much though.
"Miss Saki, no. Please. I don't want our first time together to be like this"
"I wanted it to be different too but we're out of options to make you sweat"
"I will be fi... fuck"
Saki was sitting on his lap, directly aligned with his privates. Her shoulders shook as she gave out a small laugh.
"Do you want some inspiration for your perspiration?"
She took his hands and passed them over her waist, her thighs. Onoda-san looked thunderstruck.
"Lately I have discovered, I am happiest when you are touching me", she kissed his brow, "Do you like touching me?"
He didn't answer.
"I like touching you too"
With that, she unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants again. Onoda-san couldn't find it within him to make her stop. It was like opening one's Christmas present on the 24th itself.
"Say 'yes' when you like something I do"
Saki kissed and stroked his body like a lecherous lover would while he lay beneath her like a scared virgin. All through the foreplay, she kept saying things which made him lose his mind.
"I touch myself thinking about you so often"
"One of my secret fantasies includes tying you up and having my way with you"
"You have such beautiful hands. Could you stroke me there? Oh yes, there!"
He could feel her arousal on his own. Strangely, neither of them had even removed their underwear yet. The possible conclusion that Saki could get that wet merely by touching and fondling him made his heart throb. But he drew the line when she put her hand inside his pants.
"No. Miss Saki, please. Not that"
She purred,
"Why not? You need kisses there too. Kisses and a lot more"
He frowned and looked away. He was embarrassed and aroused further.
"Don't talk like that"
She grinned,
"Why? Does it turn you on?"
He wouldn't look at her. And downstairs, his erection was flaming hot. Saki placed herself right above it and wiggled out of her panties.
"Oh God", Onoda-san could hear his heart thumping.
She took his hand and unhooked her bra, guiding his fingers. Onoda-san diverted his kisses to her small pert breasts. Saki threw back her head and held him there for a while. When he looked up, he found her looking down at him. Her eyes twinkling, her cheeks blushing, and her lips forming a demure smile, Saki said,
"I'm here, Tsuyoshi. I'm yours to take. All yours"
And take her he did. Losing all his self-control at those words, Tsuyoshi pulled her underneath him and entered her slick sex. He kissed her slowly, everywhere, in utter contrast with his thrusting. God, it felt good inside the woman you loved.

Saki tried not to faint. The feeling was overwhelming. It rose and rose till it exploded like ice-crystals and shook her core. It felt so good after such a long time that she screamed and banged her fists against the mattress. But he wasn't done yet. He came a minute later with a soft groan, panting, releasing, and sweating. Saki stared at his face in awe. He had never seemed so beautiful to her as when he came, and his face became an adorable amalgam of joy, climax, exhaustion, and embarrassment. He was still coming when Saki couldn't resist clenching tighter to see the look on his face. He groaned again and gasped, a drop of sweat from his forehead fell on hers. Tsuyoshi withdrew and lay next to her, catching his breath. Saki rose on an elbow and said,
"You're sweating"
He gasped,
"Who wouldn't?"