Yuzuki woke to a burning in her throat, as if all the air in her lungs had caught fire. Fragile but firm hands pressed her into the material of the bed. Her back arched in pain and she caught a hiss that was drawn from her clenched lips. When the pain dulled to a minor thrum beneath her skin, she let her eyes dart over the room.
It was the as she had left it. Small skulls of animals shook in the gale force winds whipping in from the open windows, the rain soaking the window seat and its pillows. The candles flickered and gave off the only light in the room, their smoke twirling with the burning incense and the cauldron's contents.
The medicine woman clutched her pipe between here teeth, both hands focused on holding down the writhing girl. Yuzuki stilled and the woman smiled, her grin was one of pride.
"It worked?" She questioned, already knowing the answer. When the Lady nodded, the woman inhaled and exhaled, the pipe smoke a relaxed yellow. The elder woman seemed at ease with the storm that raged outside, not caring that her hut of a room was keeping out very little of the storm. Yuzuki picked at her shirt and pants which had been soaked throughout by rain. With a startled understanding, she thought maybe it was the storm that had drawn he back to her time. "Sleep girl, your travels will have exhausted you. You can explain to your parents the extent of your midnight escapades in the morning."
The woman parted a line of beads that served as a door of sort while waving Yuzuki to the wooden door leading to the rest of the castle. She stood on shaky legs but found her footing not long after. She yanked on the wood and was greeted by a blast of icy air and the spray of rain.
Her bare feet curled into the wood to try and remain warm even when being pounded by frigid water. Her progress was slow but Yuzuki wanted to imagine that she had made the right choice, that she had done the impossible and gotten her parents together. Since she was still alive, she assumed her hunch was correct.
Distracting from her victory was the cold. It seemed to seep into her bones and rest within her breast. Turning a corner to her room, the large and imposing visage of the soldiers' quarters seemed to call to her, her blood humming under her chilled skin.
With a renewed purpose and vigor, she shuffled across the lawn and crept quietly through the large doors. The well oiled hinges made little sound and it was easily blocked out by the lighting and thunder that streaked across the sky. Her feet moved forward, know exactly where she was heading.
The door to his room was tightly closed, unlike quiet a few of the other captains. Most had cracked doors and a few even had candles burning even though it was early into the coming day. Her knuckles stilled over the wood. Why the hell would she knock?
She slid the door open and cringed when it made a loud scraping noise. Lady Luck must have been on her side because the lump of man sprawled across the small mattress only snorted and clutched more tightly to his pillow.
Ryutaro had aged wonderfully. Even from her place, she could see the chubbiness of his cheeks had been slimmed down with maturity showing off his proud cheekbones and wide forehead. His long lashes brushed his cheeks and fell to the place where a thin scar started and continued until the top of his chin. His hair looked matted, probably from the rain, but even when a mess, she could see the braids and beads that were interwoven in it. Her bare feet made no noise on the wooden floor and when she reached the bed, her fingers trailed the strong line of his spine. He moaned in his sleep, his body moving so instead of laying flat on his stomach, his chest was cover by a thin sleeping shirt that had ridden up before her with only a little remaining securely tucked into his waistband. Soft hair curled on his chest before disappearing into pants. She couldn't hold down her blush.
With a boom of thunder, her courage blossomed and she placed a knee on the mattress and then another. Her legs locked around his hips and with a bleary moan, his eyes fluttered to life. She leaned down, her hands braced on both sides of his head.
"Yuzuki...?" His sleepy tone of confusion was down right sexy and with little restraint, she pressed forward and let their lips meet. He stilled and she pressed herself against him more, her lips moving and his carefully coming up to meet hers. His hesitant touches turned into frantic clutching and she responded in kind, her nails digging into the scared tissue of his shoulder. He ran a hand across her jaw and down her side before stilling on the curve of her hip. As if remembering just who he was locking lips with, he slowed, pulling away and retreating it when she groaned. "You need to go Yuzuki."
She glared at the man with fury. How dare he want to send her to her room like an insolent pup! With a disgruntled growl she ran her fingers along the bumps and puckered skin of his abdomen. His head fell back onto the pillow as she gripped his hips and used them to hold herself up.
"You either have had one to many drinks or been to the dream crafter. From the smell of jasmine, I would say the latter," He, with great reluctance, pushed her off. He stood and moved to the far wall, putting as much distance from her as he could get. From the moonlight that spilled in through the cracks in his shutters, he watched Yuzuki. The girl was sitting on the bed, her hair a mass of curls from the rain and her skin a ripe pink. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and he couldn't help but to flow the movement. Her clothing, the white already reveling in its own right, was almost translucent when wet.
He moved to leave, hoping that putting space between the girl who had forever seen him as her father's second-in-comand and himself would stop the pounding of blood through his veins.
"Inside the Raining Cave," Her words were soft spoken and said with such reverence he could feel the air rush from his lungs. He looked over his shoulder to catch the seductive grin she threw his way. "Don't tell me you forgot. I was only gone for a few years."
Her teasing was cut off by the press of his lips to hers. One hand tangled in her hair, his fingers splaying across her scalp, and the the other gripped her waist, using momentum to toss her up into the middle of the bed. Her delighted squeal only made his heart beat quicker. She finally remembered.
He leaned over her, his mouth latching onto her neck and nibbling a trail that splayed from the column of her throat to the spread of her shoulder. Her giggles and moans made his heart shutter and a smile curled his lips.
He had been waiting for her and here she was, willing and wild in his bed. He laughed at the irony of it all. He had expected a few more years before she was sent back in time and had not been informed she had returned with said girl straddling his waist.
Her hands curled into his hair, her fingers playing with the beads and braids that decorated his scalp. Her quiet breathing was unusually loud in the room, the pounding of the rain of the room causing him to slow. She growled a bit, her fangs flashing brightly to mix with her hair, but when he looked into her eyes, she just bit her lips and locked their lips.
He supported his body by his elbows and the yield of her body under his was comforting and sensual. His lips ran over every curve of her face. The dip of her nose, the dimple on her cheek, the scar on her brow, and the birthmark on the back of her ear. She let her hands to most of her exploring. He slivered when they pulled the sleeping shirt up from its place tucked into his pants. He would have to stop. Soon.
She watched the conflicting feelings swim on his face, the heavy panting, the parted mouth, the dilated pupils. Ether that or she was better at seducing than she thought. With a strong tug, the strings gave into her pull and fell open, the fabric brushing the strip of exposed skin along her hip bone. His mouth stilled and she took the chance to kiss him.
He responded eagerly, his mouth consuming hers in a way that was gentle and sweet. She was nether of this things. Her kiss was rough and stern and somehow, they both enjoyed their partners touch. Her arm was thrown over his back, using it as leverage to haul herself closer to his mouth, while her other arm was trailing whispers and promises across his skin.
Scars crisscross across his abdomen. A large mass of tangled skin marked when he was stabbed and a clean pink line showed a close call that was still healing. Her nails were careful and made sure not to draw blood.
An unexpected twisting of her hips sent him onto his back and her above him. Her laugh was muffled by the clap of thunder and her smile was met with his. With the responsibility of holding them aloft removed, he allowed his fingers to trail up a still clothed thigh. She responded with a breathy sigh and a moan. He ran his hand up and down, his grin turning cunning when she leaned forward and placed her forehead against his collar bone. She placed kisses across the bone before making her face up his neck, their love pecks already turning pink before her eyes.
The wind howled outside, the shutters of the barracks clanging noisily in the storm. As the storm raged on, the lovers remain attached, their clothing becoming nothing more than a hindrance and their feelings blooming and budding in the suddenly warm room. With a discarded shirt hanging from his table and a set of woman's pants draped across the foot of his bed, he reminded himself that he would have to clean this up. His thoughts were muffled by thoughts of the woman before him, her rich skin glowing in the moonlight and her hair seeming to look like blue fire. They became enthralled with each other. When one reacted, the other fed of their approval.
Early the next morning when the rain tapped lightly on he roof, he ran a delicate hand across the bare back of the woman to his side. He followed the curve of her spin and when she moaned, he shifted his arm so she was pressed more firmly to his side. He watched her hair settle back down, knots and tangles from their coupling making her head appear lopsided. When he laughed, she snorted and trailed a hand across his naked abdomen. The firm muscles spasmed under her touch. With a laugh that seemed much too sly to belong to a dog, she pushed off the mattress and straddled him, giving a little groan when her overtaxed muscles stretched. He moved to lay her back down but she slapped his hand away with a huff of annoyance.
The smirk was back and when she leaned down to kiss him, he met her. His hands tangled in her mane of hair and made sure not to yank on any of the knots while her fingers traced the outline of his strong arms. When she chuckled gruffly on his lips, he wanted nothing more than to yell praise to the heavens.
Oh yes, the wait was most definitely worth it.
FINISHED. I don't know how I like this chapter but I guess it is fine... Anywho, I have a new story up that I have been meaning to look over so go check that out!