**Hello! Again, this chapter didn't seem to fit. So after a few rewritings I think I got it. Please, again, feel free to tell me what you think. If you find any mistakes, let me know. :3 I will correct them as I go. I do NOT own any Sengoku Basara characters and with that said... ENJOY! Oh! Will name the chapter after who ever names the next lord I'm about to introduce. :D Take care! **
The two were entangled. Date didn't remember when her hands slipped up and around his back but they did. The feathery touches and sultry moans escaping her tiny frame had his mind aggressively trying to claim her. Their hips joined briefly out of primal instinct and it was cause for him to taste her again. Her body reacted by arching upward slightly. Her pillowed bosom pressed against his chest, causing his to blood to be lit on fire.
Another snarl escaped him before a rough right hand pushed her back onto the futon by her waist. As her own hands traveled so did his. His rough pads soaked in the tender flesh of her stomach and continued to move upward. Tiny whimpers came when he slid his digits over her rib cage. It was then she broke the kiss. His smoldering hand burned and left simmering imprints on her smooth skin.
"Masamune", she spoke, with her voice mewling over his name. With the lack of a Japanese accent in her tone, made the letters sound exotic as they trickled from her tongue. Fear struck him momentarily as he knew he couldn't stop if she was going to ask him too. His entire body froze as he dipped his head next to her ear; allowing her rasped voice to be heard.
"What is it", he was able to ask between pants. "I need a little air… I'm so hot… I'm having a hard time breathing…" That was a request he could full fill as his worry was swept away. A smirk formed on his thin lips before he stole a kiss from her. Sam moaned into his mouth, igniting an urge to savagely take her until she bore him sons but his body also cried out. He too needed to cool off and clear his mind for a moment.
"Sure…", he hummed as he stood adjusting his dark brown hakama. The man slowly made his way to the shoji and opened up. The cool air suddenly brought his senses back to him. Relief washed over his muscles as sweat dripped from them. The man propped his good arm on the frame and stared into the blackness of the outside. His thoughts sunk in as he took a moment to rest.
The cool air reached Samantha as she sighed with relief. She sat up and shrugged off the first two layers of her kimono and laid the fabric neatly next to her. Out of instinct, the female did close the front of her nagajuban and lay back upon the fallen mound of pillows. Her mind too, wrapped around racing thoughts.
"Short Stack", the lord asked while clearing his throat. Masamune turned his back to the frame before leaning onto the wood. He crossed his arms and turned his head only to hiss. Silky, bare legs sprawled across the futon. Not only was it an attractive sight but a very distracting one. A dark orb watched the woman in his bed shift a bit as she made herself a bit more comfortable.
"Hmm", Sam asked. Her voice caught in her throat before she could clear it. She kept her green visions staring at the wooden ceiling. The woman didn't dare look at him. Heat touched her cheeks as her fingers remembered what his smooth skin felt like and she was touching the famous One Eyed Dragon everywhere she pleased. The young female rolled her head side to side to clear the memories, so she could listen to his question.
"What do you think of me, now?" His question caught her off guard. Now, is a good time to ask that, Samantha wondered as she lifted herself upon her elbows. The female pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head slightly while Date watched her lift herself up to a sitting position. She couldn't even find the right answer to put into words, yet he waited for an answer.
"I don't know, to be honest. I have strong feelings for you, that's for sure or I wouldn't have let you kiss me but can someone fall for another too hard and too fast? If we did get into a relationship, will it last?" Sam paused a moment to recollect her thoughts. "I mean you're my first in a lot of things. That and you don't mind me losing my temper", Sam blushed as she remembered stomping his instep.
"Of course there are repercussions to my actions, I get that much." A soft sigh left her lips as a cold shiver traveled down her neck. The woman rubbed it gently to warm the area. She didn't know if it was nerves or the air, either way Masamune watched her inquisitively feeling his heart stir with fear of rejection and fire from passion. He was so confused and so he laid the responsibility on Sam to sort it all out for him.
"After I explained everything to you, you still want this…? With me?" The man nodded as they locked eyes. "Then are you mine to keep…", she asked unsure of how he felt about her. It was safe to assume he cared for her deeply as he already said many times she was his but was that all? Could she keep him, with everything in mind about the future and her not belonging there?
Sam got an answer she didn't expect. Masamune practically marched up to her, only to push her back upon the pillows. The heavy weight of his body forced her knees apart as his legs settled between them. She couldn't breathe with the heavy weight upon her chest. As Sam struggled, the man roughly grabbed her wrists and pinned them next to each side of her head.
Date shifted his weight upon his knees slightly so he could keep his Short Stack pinned between him and the futon. He was a bit angry that she felt she had to ask that question. "Don't be stupid", the One Eyed Dragon snapped in a dark tone. "I didn't kill a man for you if you were some servant of mine. I didn't get shot at just so I could throttle you. I didn't take in that Sato kid because I have a good heart!" His elevated voice and glare frightened Sam a bit. Her body squirmed under him.
Masamune squeezed her wrists a little more to keep his hands from traveling. He needed to inforce his feelings so she would never question them again. The warlord didn't want to be distracted at the moment. "I did everything for you and the men behind me. You've done a lot for them and some repaid with their lives. I won't repeat myself when I say you're mine and I will take you as my wife when we get back home. I won't share you with another!"
Masamune watched her eyes grow large. His thick, angered voice sizzled in her ears. She couldn't believe what he just said. The man lowered himself to nip at her quivering lips. "I'm not a man to be owned but I am loyal. I would never go through such lengths for just anyone." With his anger diminishing, his gaze softened. The female whimpered while trying to soak in everything he just said.
Date felt no more words were needed. Samantha's erratic breathing mixed with her stunned expression had him wanting with physical need. Her body laid under him helplessly. The young warlord could do anything he wished and that thought thrilled him. He understood her fears but was relieved that she didn't think ill of him for taking too much; just a bit bitter from her lack of understanding. The man would have to sit and think how he was going to solve some of the issues that will arise from her origins but at the moment, he just wanted to be with her.
Masamune leaned in to capture Samantha's lips once more but paused a moment. He felt the warmth of her breath touch his chin and wanted to taste it all again. The lord dipped in and pressed himself firmly to her. His rough pads slid up upward to cradle her head as he felt silken fingers slide through his thick hair. Date's hips bucked into hers as if they had a mind of their own. Their loins began grinding through the thin protective layers of fabrics. Another growl emerged to warn her to stay still as she began to squirm.
Their bodies started to mold together as friction and heat took their toll. Soft tender whimpers escaped the flustered woman, fueling his primal urges. Sam felt him lower her head as his hands traveled to the edges of the white cloth protecting her nude body from his own. The short woman's heart raced as she knew what was about to happen next. The female held her breath as her mind went blank.
Masamune pulled from the deep kiss. The tip of his tongue twitched as the appendage demanded more. The man felt his lower regions throbbing painfully. He could only think of how he wanted to penetrate her. To make that ultimate act, that would forever make her his. The Dragon had never felt like this for any other of the opposite sex.
Date could feel the fabric begin to slide but just before he ripped the clothing open to expose every sensual part of her body, there was a disturbing noise from outside. A livid growl emitted from his lips. Samantha, with her green eyes closed and her head turned to the side, slowly shifted to gaze at him. His dark expression was all she needed to see. His head was turned towards the direction of the commotion. Though her eyes couldn't focus well enough, she could feel the fury inside him. It vibrated through every muscle in his body.
"I'm not going anywhere…", her voice chocked as she tried to catch her breath. A gentle hand reached up and cupped the general's cheek. "The last time I lost sight of you, I ended up taking on western weapons and fire that consumed a forest." His tone was stern but she understood his fear. "I'll get dressed", she spoke a little bit louder after clearing her throat. Date took notice to the trembling in her fingers. He grabbed them and kissed them briefly. He wasn't sure if it was emotions or fear so he thought it best not to leave her side.
Sam, herself, couldn't stop shaking from passionate rollercoaster the man just put her through. Her body felt heavy as he lifted himself. She could barely move for the first couple of seconds. Finally the woman was able to follow in suit. Date wrapped his body in a clean white haori left earlier by his retainer to wear the following day. Masamune, despite the shouting and noise taking place, stayed to assist Short Stack briefly. It was easier for her since not much would be needed.
Samantha took out the comb and unbraided her hair quickly before slipping the plum blossoms back in. In his opinion, she had a more sultry appearance with her hair down. The locks around the neck line seemed to tease and mock him, forcing his lips to curl up in a devilish smirk. He couldn't help himself to stare one last time before going to greet the unknown that caused his and Yukimura's men to begin shouting.
"Remember Short Stack, you're my future bride. You lower your head to no one." The man's words were dark. Despite the lack of hiss to his tone and the smirk on his lips, there was still something unsettling to Samantha. With a subtle nod, she followed the lord out to greet what or whoever was out there.