Chapter 14

Kyoko woke up completely rolled up from chin to toe in her futon, and she felt more than warm. In fact, she was boiling up. She pulled her arms out of the cocoon and sat up. The cooler air of the room quickly kissed her sweat covered skin making her remember how very naked she was. She covered her breast with her arms and found the reason why she was in her situation. Her fiancé was sleeping silently on his side, his right arm bent under his head for a pillow and the other laid limp on top of her pile of blankets.

It was no wonder why she didn't feel him. She looked at what was on top of her. Besides her normal futon blanket, she found three other rather warm quilts piled on top of her as well. She knew them to be hers to be used for colder nights but not all at once. The others were for studying or simply lying on.

Her skin has cooled down and was starting to get uncomfortable. Kyoko found her green nightie from last night and quickly slipped it on. As soon as she was covered, she allowed herself to admire her bed partner and smiled at him. He was breathing peacefully. The only movement was the soft rise and fall of his upper body. She lied down on her left side slightly above his head and braced herself on the palm of her hand.

The more she looked at him, the more she wanted to touch him. At the same time, she didn't want to wake him up. Her hand hovered over his hair and then gently moved a lock of hair hiding his eye behind his ear. It promptly fell back right where it was, and she snickered. She did it again to the same lock making him twitch as she tickled his ear. Kyoko snapped her hand back the moment he moved then waited.

Kuon settled, and she reached over him again. Instead of playing with his hair, she gently ran the pad of her finger on the rim of his ear. He shifted slightly, nuzzling his head against his arm. She did it again, and his hand flew up to brush his ear. She laughed soundlessly, her hand covering the grin on her face. She did it for the fourth time but he didn't move right away as she expected, so she continued. She ran down his ear then reached his jaw. She traced the strong edge of his jaw down to the tip of his chin. She backtracked down to the hollow under his chin and more fingers joined the first as she caressed his throat.

She didn't notice him open his eyes and look at her. Her ribs were almost touching the top of his head as she traced down to his collarbone and over it to his shoulder. She went down his arm as far she could lost in the simple act. She shifted herself closer to him and that's when he made his move. He arched his body back and slid his free hand overhead, his hand gliding up her back. He tilted his head back and kissed her diaphragm making her jumped in shock.

"Good Morning," he whispered against her tummy and nuzzled his face against her.

She giggled and briefly hugged his head. "Morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Uh, I guess." Kuon smiled and groaned as he finally took the weight off his arm pillow. He let himself fall onto his back and sat up. "I haven't slept on the floor for a while." He glanced behind him and then rotated his shoulder. "I think I've gotten spoiled with my bed."

She laughed. "You spoiled? I don't believe it." She went to her hands and knees and crawled over to him. He rotated his neck, and she heard it pop. She kissed the middle of his back and he straightened trying to look behind him. She went to her knees and started massaging his shoulders.

"Thank you for staying over," she whispered in his ear.

"Hmm... It was my pleasure," he murmured back with a smile.

Kyoko moved forward, pressing herself against his back. She slowly slid her arms down his chest and hugged him. "Thank you for the other thing too," she breathed against his cheek.

He smirked and turned towards her face. "That was definitely my pleasure," he spoke against her lips. She smirked and kissed him. His hand reached up and sunk his fingers into her hair as they deepened the kiss. He twisted towards her, took her waist and pulled her into his lap. She laughed playfully and cuddled up against him.

"You know, you felt sort of cold when you were sleeping. Why would I have 60 blankets on me while you didn't have a single one?"

"Four, you had four and I was fine. It was only a light chill." He hugged her closer and nuzzled her hair. "See I'm very warm now," he whispered.

He was. Her hand slid down the warm skin she was constantly craving recently. "So why did I have four blankets? I'm fine with one on normal days."

"Oh well." She watched his eyes roam down her body. It made her skin burn as if he was touching her. "Your blanket was slipping off while you slept," he told her as his eyes settled over her breast. His hand reached up and he ran his knuckles over the cloth that covered her. "And certain things started to get cold and hard." Kuon turned his sinful eyes back toward hers.

"Ah." She pulled his hand away from her breast and weaved their fingers together. "So why didn't you keep me warm?"

"I thought I did," he said innocently which made her laugh.

"You know the reason I don't move in with you is because I thought the moment we were alone together for a whole night, we would…," she looked up at him shyly, "well, we wouldn't get much sleep."

"Do you really think so little of me?" She blinked up at him at the seriousness of his voice. "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do. I wanted you to move in so we could be together, just together talking, eating, running lines, watching movies or doing nothing. It would be easier than to schedule something and worrying about when I had to take you home. I could spend those ten minutes before going to bed talking to you in person rather than on the phone."

Kyoko looked down a little ashamed. The moment he asked her to move in she thought of that. Her mind filled with the evenings she fell victim to his charms and thought it would be like that every night. Now, she thought of the dates they spent alone in his place where nothing happened. The dinners she cooked and movies they acted with each other while they watched them.

"Don't get me wrong. It would make things extremely difficult with the way you've been acting recently…," he teased her a little. It wasn't his intention to make her feel upset.

"The way I've been acting?" Her brow creased puzzled.

Kuon chuckled. "You haven't noticed? Nothing at all?" She shook her head not understanding what he was trying to say. He smiled and tilted her head for a kiss. He kissed her softly, and she still didn't understand. He kissed her again just as softly and caressed her face. He smoothed out the wrinkles on her forehead and then slid a finger down the bridge of her nose. Kyoko laughed softly and flinched away as he softly pinched the tip of her nose. He cupped her face and kissed her again. His tongue lightly licked her lips. She barely felt it.

Kuon started to pull back and she followed. She placed her hand on the back of his neck bringing him back to her lips. Her left arm joined the other around his shoulder and pulled herself closer to him. The kiss deepened, her tongue slipping out and licking his lips and slipping past them. She felt him grip the fabric of her nightie tightly, crumbling it in the middle of her back.

The arm supporting her tensed under her rib. Without much thought, she decided to sit up to free his arm. Kyoko wiggled up still trying to keep their lip lock going. She pulled herself up, and he groaned into her mouth as she moved. She found a place to sit comfortably and was able to do more in this position than before. She let her right hand drop, slowly rounding from behind his neck to touch his face while he fed from her mouth as if he was ravenous.

She ran her hand down his arm feeling the curve of muscle that loved to hold her. As she lowered her hand, his hand came down from her back. Kuon slid his hand down to her waist and then skipped down to her knee. He squeezed gently and she slid her leg forward, her knee bending up urging his hand over her thigh. She moved her hand to his stomach, her fingers tenderly touching the soft muscle. She slowly grazed her fingertips up, over his ribs and placed her palm over his heart. It was beating wildly just as much as hers was.

Kyoko loved him so much, she couldn't get enough. Her hand slipped down, her fingers brushing over his dark little nipple and got distracted. She played with the hardening little bead and then explored the smooth flesh around it. She felt him move, her thigh growing cold the moment he removed his hand. He was shifting, wiggling and then he stopped. He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavy. She opened her eyes slightly just enough to see his face a breath away. He was looking away so she thought to bring him back. She kissed his jaw then nipped it. She felt him flinch at the sudden pain and smiled. She licked that spot and moved down his throat. He tasted as good as he looked.

"Kyoko," Kuon whispered to her and she looked up. She got his attention back. Kyoko smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. She loved his kisses, his soft full lips, the slick tongue that made her feel hot all over. She almost caught it again, but he pulled back.

"Kyoko, look," he was talking and she blinked at him wondering what he wanted. He wiggled something, and she turned towards it. It was his phone.

"What? Do you have a call?" She murmured not understanding why they stopped.

He smiled. "No, I want you to look at the picture." He pushed a button to make the backlight come back up. She shifted against him and his eyes closed as he waited. She took the phone, and he rested his head on her shoulder.

On his phone was a picture of her and him taken just seconds ago. Her eyes widened as she looked at it. He had his arm up and was facing it but wasn't really looking. His eyes were closed and he had this very sexy expression on his face. While he did look extremely sexy shirtless, it was how she looked that stunned her.

Her face was burying in his neck, her jaw stretching open as if she was going to bite him. The strap on her shoulder was half way down her arm, pulling the nightie down, revealing most of her breast. She followed her arm down to her hand that was playing with his nipple between her fingers. Then finally, her comfortable sitting position was directly on his crotch with her nightie wrapped around her waist. She was showing off every ounce of skin from her hip to her calf where the picture stopped. Her only blessing was that her thigh was high enough to cover everything important.

Kyoko pushed away from him, fixing her clothing as she moved back. His arms didn't want to let her go and she felt that resistance. She felt her body heat up, not only her face. She was sure every bit of her skin was crimson red. She sat down properly almost a yard away from him, the green nightgown covering her completely without the threat of slipping.

Kuon leaned forward with a sad expression. "I didn't want to upset you. I only wanted to let you know." He crawled forward as she stared at the picture.

She pressed her lips together in frustration. She didn't know how to feel about this. She was embarrassed, upset, ashamed, intrigued and under it all she was still excited from earlier. She looked at the picture and couldn't believe that it was her. You couldn't see her face. It looked like a celebrity playboy with his one night stand and he took a picture as a souvenir. The woman in his lap was exuding sex. She was drowning him in it, the way she licked his skin, the way she held him. All the different places she touched him sexually with her whole body, her mouth, hands and hips encouraged the most intimate parts of him. Just from his expression alone you could tell how enthralled he was.

She licked her lips trying to think of what to say. "I've been doing things like this often?" A thought ran through her mind. "I don't do this in public, do I?" She wasn't able to look at him as she asked, but could feel him sit next to her.

He laughed softly. "No, you only act like this when we are alone and not exactly like this but yes." Kyoko shivered as his breath caressed her shoulder. "Recently, you've gotten bolder," his fingertips touched her elbow, "saying things," he slowly ran the back of his fingers up her bicep, "doing things," he finished and kissed her shoulder softly.

"It's been making things…" His voice drifted off. She turned to look at him with hazy eyes; their lips a gentle push away.

"Hard?" She whispered seductively, and he smirked.

"Yes, very," Kuon replied huskily. Neither of them closed the distance between them but the air felt thick with tension. She blinked and forced herself to look back at the phone.

"There's more," he said casually. She turned towards him and then back to the phone. She pushed the button to scroll through the pictures. Next was a picture of her smiling for him somewhere.

"This is fine." She scrolled to another picture. She was looking up at something completely oblivious of what he was doing. Next was one of her wearing a funny hat on one of their shopping trips. "These aren't anything to be worried about."

"Keep going." He was sitting behind her now, with his head peeking over her shoulder as she looked at the pictures. She started scrolling through the pictures of her and them or her with others. Either way, she was always in each of them. Then she found a picture of her blowing a kiss to him. Another of her in a swim suit she bought with Kanae. Next was a picture taken from above her that apparently showed her minimal chest to a very nice advantage.

"I remember this. Chiori-chan took this picture. I remember she was standing on something and took a picture of me straight down. As soon as she snapped it, she crashed right on top of me." She laughed as she remembered it. "She hurt her wrist and said it was karma. I didn't even think about the picture she took. I took her to the nurse immediately."

"This one doesn't count, since I didn't take it." She pointed out and then continued searching.

"So then the others do?" Kuon asked curiously.

"I guess so. I don't really think of anything when taking my picture. The kiss was just you taking a picture so I gave you a kiss. I wanted your opinion on the swimsuit and the other wasn't me."

He snorted. "Okay, explain this one." His arms came from behind her and he pressed the button a couple times. There was her most recent entry. She was in her underwear sitting in a sea of white. She was leaning forward with an innocent pleading look on her face.

"I was trying to persuade you." Kyoko pouted at the picture.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and abruptly forced her against him. He whispered throatily in her ear, "To do what? The only thing that picture wanted me to do was lock you in a room with me and a box of condoms."

She blushed and replied suddenly out of breath, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" He laughed maliciously. "First, you tease me telling me you are half naked and offered to take more off if I was there." She gasped as he lifted her up slightly and set her in his lap with her back to him. Her legs came forward, her knees going up in front of her chest.

"You knew I couldn't pick you up." Kuon grabbed her hips and forced her to feel him against her.

"You were just playing with me," he said harshly. She could feel how very hard he was against her butt. His hands let go of her hips and slid his right up her thigh to her knee and his left came up and cupped her chin, forcing her neck to stretch out before him.

"And yet you still sent the picture. Why?" His heated breathe against her neck gave her goosebumps. He tried to slip his fingers between her thighs but she let her legs fall to the left, stopping him from spreading her legs.

"I don't know," she sighed. His hand ran up the outside of her thigh and slowly started to move the hem of the nightie up and over her hip. Kyoko tried to stop him, tried to keep the fabric down.

"That's not true. Tell me why?" Kuon quietly ordered. He pushed his hand further up smoothing over her hip, up to her stomach. She kept the cloth over her sex, but it didn't stop him from touching her in other places.

"I can't. I don't know. I just did it. I thought…," she swallowed as he kissed her neck, "I thought…" Her mouth went dry as his hand slid over her ribs but fell short of her breast. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling drastically.

"What? You thought what?" He asked breathlessly, his lips craving the sweet taste of her skin rather than simply talking. Before Kyoko knew it, she forgot about covering herself up. She could only feel the weight of his hand, the heat of it so very close to where she was aching for him to go.

"You'd like it. I thought you would like it. I really wanted you to come over, to come in and lock us up together in the room," she finally admitted to him – to herself. He let go of her chin, and she continued, "I wanted to you do to those things you mentioned and more." She twisted her neck to look at him. Her hand met with his under her nightie.

"I want you. My body wants you so very badly," Kyoko confessed and then leaned back and forced his hand over her breast. She groaned loudly, and he quickly kissed her to silence the sound. She made his hand squeeze her breast as she sucked on his tongue. They kissed until her lungs burned, and she broke off gasping.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you or make things worse for you." Kyoko removed her hand over his but he didn't move from her breast. "I only wanted you to look at me more, to touch me more. I love you, Kuon. I never wanted to hurt you."

Everything was a blur. She felt him grab her and set her on the floor. His hands rushed over the fabric of the nightie. She heard him grunt and the fabric rip and then his hands and mouth were everywhere, chasing each other and leaving quakes behind. He pulled up and kissed her. It was aggressive and wild, wet and messy. She felt his fingers at her opening and he wasted no time inside of her. She moaned into his mouth, his fingers covered in her excitement the moment he touched her. He slipped two then three fingers in shallowly stretching her. Distracted by his fingers, she didn't notice what he was doing until she felt him.

Her heart began to race as she felt his naked thigh against her leg. Kuon pulled away from her core, his hands going to her thighs and lifted her legs up to wrap around his hips. She tensed up the moment she felt him at her entrance. No, no! I want this. Relax. Relax! She cried to herself but he slipped over her not into her. He rubbed his length against her, sliding his thick hardness between her folds, across her overly sensitive clit and then back down. It felt so good, the long sure strokes, so hard so fast. He ended the kiss and sunk his head down beside her. He panted as heavily as she did. She spread her legs wider, wanting to feel more, to increase the friction.

"Kuon, please," she begged as quietly as she could.

"No. No," he panted, "No." He repeated over and over again. She tried to move her hips, to make him slip in. He felt her and made shallower but harder thrusts.

Kyoko whimpered. She was getting closer but wanted him completely first. With the way he moved, the way she felt, she wouldn't be able to last much longer. "Yes, I'm ready. Please," she pleaded.

"I can't. Just…" He slipped all the way down and she prepared herself but he didn't deliver. Kuon rubbed his head against her clit and brought her over and then himself. She let go a long labored breath as he groaned into her shoulder. He was panting and she felt him grow soft against her. He leaned down and kissed her. After a moment, he rolled off to her side and onto his back. She stayed still for a moment, trying to regain her sense of self. It wasn't long until she was forced to move. This was the first time that Kuon has ever come around her, let alone on her. The moment he left, his seed grew cold, too cold for comfort. She lifted herself up on her elbows and peered down.

He watched her tentatively explore this new substance on her stomach, and he blushed. "I'm sorry," he murmured to her.

"Hmm… it's okay but I have to ask. Why didn't you?" She had her fill of the slimy substance and wanted it off. She sat up and used the tattered nightie. It was already trashed, might as well.

It was his turn to be confused and asked, "Why didn't I what?"

Kyoko handed him the cloth and he cleaned up as well then tossed it in the small basket she used for trash. When he turned back she was moving over him, she lay down on top of him, her skin already chilled from being exposed to the cold air for so long.

"Why didn't you…" She didn't know quite how to phrase it, "go in?" She blushed as she said it.

He lazily ran his hand down her back. "No protection. Sorry, I thought that if we ended up making love it would be at my place not yours."

She laughed. "That makes sense. Though now we have something new to try." She smiled up at him.

"You want to go try it again? We can be at my place in like 10 minutes." He looked like a hopeful puppy wagging his tail.

She chuckled shaking her head and then rolled off of him. He pouted playfully trying to get her back into his arms, but she slipped on a robe and spoke as she gathered her things for a bath. "No, no more playing. We should start the day. We have to meet your parents to finalize the guest list and then we need go get the "Save the date" cards, and you are not getting away with addressing all of them. We only have five months left and everyone we are inviting needs like a year to commit to something. We'll be lucky if anyone attends our wedding."

"Hey, that sounds great to me," he said jokingly.

She looked down at him. He was still completely naked and didn't seem to care about getting dressed. She blushed as her eyes went down his frame. "I'd ask you to join me but this isn't really the proper place." She wiggled her bathing kit, and he smiled.

He stood up and started slipping his clothes back on. "That's fine. Are we going straight to my place after you get dressed or do you want to make the call here?" The moment he asked, a dark cloud formed over her head.

"Did you forget?" He walked over and ran his fingers through her hair.

She shook her head. "Yes and no. I didn't forget but I also didn't think about it at all until now. I have something else I much rather think about." She hopped up lightly on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. "And yes, after I take my bath, we can head straight over. I'll call them at your place. Besides, I'm sure your parents are already there ringing your doorbell wondering where you are."

He looked at his watch. "I don't think they are done with breakfast yet. In fact, we might have time to eat with them. I hope you don't mind but I rather take a shower at my place that way I can put on some clean clothes."

Kyoko nodded and left. The moment she did, Kuon really didn't know what to do. In his younger years, he would have climbed out the window. Well, actually he would simply walk out the front door to the girl's father screaming bloody murder. He didn't care then but today was a different story. He wasn't expecting to stay, let alone everything else. He could either hide like a coward in her room till she was done or face her guardians like a man. He frowned, a man in dirty clothes.

He sighed. This was not going to help his image at all. The only point he had going for him was the fact that this was his fiancée. There was no shame in anything he does with her. He slipped on his shirt and buttoned it up. Bending down slightly, he fixed his hair as best he could in her little mirror. Calling out his old, but still very useful, persona, he walked out the door and headed down stairs. He wished the restaurant she lived in was one that was open for breakfast that way the said owners would be too busy to see to him. Unfortunately, as soon as he stepped onto the main floor, he was greeted by the Okami.

"Good morning, Hizuri-san. Will Kyoko and you be joining us for breakfast?" She had a big knowing smile on her face, and he fought not to blush.

He bowed. "I'm sorry, but as soon as she is ready we have to go. We are meeting with my parents to finalize the guest list. We were hoping to catch them at breakfast."

The lovely older woman nodded and then frowned. "But won't they be done before you get there?"

His smile widened. "No, Sasaki-san. My father has at least another hour of eating before he's done. He will be happy to have us join him so he could eat a little longer." The more he thought about it the less and less he wanted to eat. Merely thinking about his father eating made Kuon full.

"Oh my. Well okay. You are welcome to join us until she is ready if you like." Ai offered and stepped back into their private dinning room. Kuon wanted to run. He wanted to hide, but instead went inside. He bowed politely to the intimidating man eating his bowl of rice.

"Good Morning, Taisho," Kuon greeted with a timid smile. The man merely looked at Kuon in response. It was his normal greeting and oddly enough it put Kuon at ease. He thought for sure there was a meat cleaver waiting for him the moment their eyes met. The young man sat opposite the older couple and was again relieved as the Okami-san filled the room with chatter. He smiled and was able to keep up the conversation. She talked about a movie she had seen recently, saying that she didn't get to see much because of the restaurant. It was an older popular movie that was done about four years ago, a light romantic comedy. He remembered it well and they joked about some of the scenes in it. She made the wait short and Kyoko was down stairs in flash. Her hair was even dry.

"Good Morning," Kyoko greeted and bowed. She blushed lightly as her eyes rested on Kuon. "I'm so sorry I can't have breakfast with you today. I'm going…"

"Hizuri-san told us. You are doing the guest list today. Don't worry about us and enjoy the day." The Okami stood up and went to hug Kyoko goodbye. The Taisho waved his chopsticks at Kyoko. He truly did care for her a great deal