When they arrived at their small house, Souji stepped in first and pulled her hand.
« I'm gonna light a hibachi. » he said « Don't take my haori off. »
« Okay. » she nodded.
She let Souji light the hibachi and put a good quantity of wood in it. He also lit a few oil lamps. The house was still pretty empty but there were tatamis and all the shojis now, some cooking ustensils and two futons.
« So » asked Souji, circling her from behind near the heating pot « How are we doing this ? Do you prefer us to share rooms like at the Shieikan or do you prefer to have your privacy on a daily basis and just have me visiting you when I'm horny ? I have to warn though, this may be often. »
« I... I'd rather share... » she stuttered, flustered « if that's okay... »
« Great. » he kissed softly her neck « That's what I had planned. I put the futons in one of the rooms, if you prefer the other one, I don't mind, we'll change. »
It was a bit strange to have Souji speaking casually to her. She thought she would have been pinned to a wall or back against the tatami only seconds after entering the house. Instead, he was calmly cuddling her from behind near the hibachi. She had to admit she prefered that option, but she couldn't help to be on her guard.
« I thought you would have been more impatient. » she said with a suspicious face.
« I am impatient. » he chuckled, his teasing fingers brushing on her cheek and the back of her neck « but I'm not undressing you before you are warm enough. This house is freezing. And » he added as he was releasing her hair from the big headpiece « I'm not gonna force myself on you. Did it before on a wife, wasn't worth it. I know I betrayed you and that you don't trust me anymore. If you don't wanna be touched tonight, or any other nights, I will wait the time necessary for you to accept me again. »
« You could do that ? » she asked, surprised.
Considering Souji's impulsive nature, it was hard to believe he could actually refrain his desire only so she could be more comfortable around him.
« Never said it'd be easy » he chuckled « part of me wants to order you around now that you legally are my property. Something like 'come here and please me, Haru-chan. Husband's orders.' »
« That's the best way to be sure I won't touch you. » she frowned « and stop saying I'm your property. »
« But you are. » he chuckled again « Mine in the eyes of the gods, tomorrow in the eyes of the law. That's what marriage is all about. »
« Thinking of it, our vows are so unfair... » she muttered « you only have to provide and protect. There's not even faithfulness in them ! While I'm promising faithfulness, obedience, servility... »
« Well, yeah » he shrugged « it's pretty normal. I need to be able to trust you with the house and our possible children. And I need to be sure they're mine. My desires have less consequences. »
« Talk to Shin about that » she chuckled « with a child at his doorstep. »
« Yeah, that might be uncanny. » he laughed « I'm gonna save myself the trouble and not fuck anyone but my lovely wife. »
Haruhi smiled, happy to be assured of Souji's faithfulness. She turned her head and gazed into his emerald pupils, her smile reflected on his handsome face.
« I love you. » she said.
« I know. » he winked « you've been quite insistent. »
« Not that much ! » she protested.
« I love you too. » he kissed her with restraint « I still don't understand what you see in me and I probably never will. But you are my beacon, casting the shadows away. I will never leave your side again. »
These words were more warming than the hibachi. Souji loved her, married her, built a house for her and she couldn't be happier than here, in these strong arms that reassured her as a child and pleased her as an adult. She wondered if things would have been different if Souji had remembered her. Certainly.
« I think I'm warm enough... » she muttered.
« Is that a signal ? » smirked Souji « like 'please Souji, undress me' ? »
« Tama got a wedding night. » she frowned « if I don't get one, I'm gonna be vexed. »
« I don't think there is any reason to envy that night » sighed Souji « Tama was looking like a frightened rabbit and was just laying there, I was trying my best to think about something else to stay stiff and I didn't even finish because of my drunkenness. It was a nightmare. Seriously, no reasons to be jealous. »
« Yeah, well I'm jealous anyway. » she muttered « and having you wearing the exact same outfit as when you joined her isn't really helping. »
« Haori's different. »
« That's not the point. »
« I know I will never make it up to you for that. » he carressed the skin on her collarbone, loosening her kimono collar « but this is my real wedding night, here with the woman I wanted to marry. »
Haruhi basked into Souji's arms, turning on herself to kiss him with more ease. She circled his neck with her arms, her furisode sleeves getting a bit in the way. When she detached her lips from her husband's, he was just staring at her with an intense gaze.
« What ? » she asked, confused.
« I'm just savoring the sight of my kamon on you. » he smiled, fingers brushing on his haori still on her shoulders « I'm trying to figure out a way to undress you without removing it. »
« I don't think there is one. » she chuckled.
« I don't think either. » he smirked « guess it'll have to go with the rest. Can I ? »
She nodded and Souji brushed the haori off her shoulders, then removed her obi, the other ties and unveiled her skin, sighing with content.
« This. » he smiled, carressing her skin with eagerness « This is mine. Not a disagreeable thought. »
His fingers were clenching on her sides possessively, savoring their softness and silky touch.
« All mine. » he whispered « and no one else's. »
His eyes studied her avidly and Haruhi was wishing she could open up his head to figure out what he was thinking about. The answer was given by his eyes though when they darkened, his hands cuping her face from each side.
« You let anyone possess you and I will kill you both. » he threatened gravely.
« I will never let anyone touch me. » she smiled « you are my husband and I don't need anyone else. I love you. »
« Good. » he whispered « because I am not a forgiving man... »
« Why are we speaking of other men on our first night as a married couple ? » she frowned.
Souji's expression softened and he smiled faintly. He laid down on the tatami and tugged her wrist, bringing her with him.
« Not my fault. » he said « I have a beautiful, young and clever wife when I'm an old jerk. It's only natural for me to be jealous. »
Haruhi kissed him and dug her fingers in his mane, slightly pulling them when she grabbed handfuls and Souji groaned. She admired his control though. She could see quite easily how he wanted to discard his hakama and thrust in her, possess her... She had refused herself to him too long for his sanity to hold. Yet, he seemed to be determined to let her set the pace and choose how far she wanted to go, still unassured that she was desiring him.
« Souji... » she whimpered « I don't need you to hold back. »
He deepened the kiss, his hands hovering over her body and he started to be himself, biting on her lips with force and showering her face with kisses, licks and small bites.
« Undress me. » he ordered and she detached his hakama and obi, carressed his chest and dug her fingernails in it « you scratch, kitten » he commented with a gasp.
« Is it painful ? » she asked, unassured.
« No. » he whispered « it's exciting. »
He sat up and pulled on the ties of her underwear while he took a nipple in, biting painfully.
« Ah ! » she escaped because of his roughness and he licked it to ease the pain.
« Tonight I'm marking you as my own. » he whispered before he bit hard the other one, his hand snaking between her legs. « I want you to look at your body tomorrow and be reminded that you're mine. I want you never to forget it. You tell me if I go too far. »
« It's not... Too far... » she moaned « it's... ah... Souji... »
He left teeth marks around her nipples, on the side of her breasts, on her neck and pushed her so she landed back flat against the tatami. Atop her, still fully dressed with his outfit only loosened by Haruhi's hands, he bit her shoulders, her sides, her waist and her hips, and she knew that tomorrow it would hurt and be all blue, purple and black and yet, today it was burning like fire, her gasps of pleasure-pain only motivating Souji to bite and suckle harder on her aching skin. She loved it. Wasn't it weird ? She loved to feel how much he desired her, wanted her. She loved to be the one able to make him loose control. His tongue joined his fingers on her core and he chuckled.
« You're already soaking wet. » he commented snidely « I don't know if I'll be able to resist very long. »
She wanted to find something clever to answer but her mind was as soft and squishy as a mochi. She only could surrender to Souji's ministrations and let him do whatever he liked to her. It was too damn hot, too damn pleasurable... Souji was an amazing lover, despite his roughness, or maybe because of it.
« You taste so good, Haru-chan... » he commented again « and you have such a nice voice... »
« Sh... Sh... Shut up... » she managed to say which caused her husband to chuckle again.
« Why ? » he asked snidely « does it embarrass you to know that I enjoy your moans and the way you can't make proper sentences anymore ? Ah... I wanna describe everything to you to embarrass you more. You're so cute... »
« Please... d... don't... » she said, blushing red « Souji... »
« I wanna take you. » he stated, teasingly flickering his tongue, driving her crazy « I wanna have you all to myself all my life. I want you never to forget that you are mine. And I'll do whatever it takes for you to remember. »
So much possessiveness, fueled by his desire. How could Haruhi ever forget that she was his ? It had always been her only wish.
« Souji... Souji... » she whimpered, building up.
« Scream, Haru-chan. » he ordered « scream that you're mine. »
She kept reaching higher peaks of pleasure, Souji's tongue like magic on her core while his fingers were preparing her to sheath his length. Souji's desire and impatience were radiating and she tipped over the edge, drowning in the heat of its brazier. She cried her heart out in a powerful release and Souji's hand muffled her, two fingers inside her mouth that made her gag a little because of the sour taste.
« See how good you taste ? » he smiled teasingly.
It wasn't that good but it wasn't disgusting either and she just blushed again and evaded his gaze as he lifted one of her legs to hook it around his waist.
« Do you want me to stop here ? » he asked.
He took away his fingers to let her answer and she shook her head, earning a smile from her husband.
« Thank you. » he whispered in her ear, sheathing himself with difficulty as always « You're so warm, Haru-chan... So soft and warm... »
« Please stop talking... » she complained.
Souji's fingers brushed on her thigh around his waist and he started to move, groaning with each of his thrusts. It was brutal but not painful, and she passed her arms under his to dig her fingernails in his back under his crimson kimono.
« Haruhi... » he hissed « shit, I missed that... »
His back was waving with lustful passion as he was getting intense pleasure from her. He was thrusting desperately, knowing that anyway, it wouldn't change anything for her since she was incapable to feel pleasure from that. Yet, she still enjoyed it, feeling his love and need of her. He was hers. Hers.
« Souji, ah ! » she escaped when she felt him shift a little, his body pressing on her bundle of nerves.
« That's better ? » he asked.
« Yes... » she moaned « ah... Souji... »
He grinned and grinded his hips on hers with more force, making her escape gasps when she was feeling him pressing on her core. It didn't last long though before Souji twitched in her with abandon, groaning heavily. He showered her face with kisses and rested his head between her breasts.
« Good night. » he said, slightly muffled.
« I'm not gonna sleep on the tatami. » she frowned.
« You're supposed to satisfy your husband. » he said without lifting his head « and I have a nice pillow here. »
« I'm not a pillow. » she pouted, wiggling « and my husband seems satisfied enough. »
Souji chuckled and got up, giving her a hand. When he did, his loosened hakama, obi and underwear fell on the floor. He was looking a little ridiculous, completely naked with just his vibrant red opened wedding kimono. Yet, he didn't seem to care. He guided her to the bedroom and kicked the futons open. He laid her on one and came back atop her, nesting his head in her cleavage again.
« I love you. » he said « I'm glad you married me. »
« I'm glad you married me too. » she smiled in return, stroking his hair.
Souji started to make small sounds of content which weren't really different from the purring of a cat, and he brushed his nose against her skin.
« Shiranui-kun can't make you scream like I do. » he stated.
« You're still thinking about that ?! » she sighed, annoyed « we're just friends ! »
« Yeah well he can't. » he stated again, pouting.
« I love you, Souji. » she stated « stop making up things in your mind. »
« Hum... » he complained before he lifted his head, looking in her eyes, the oil lamps reflecting in his emerald orbs « You're mine ? »
« Always. I promise. » she said « Now that I have you, I'm not letting you go ever again. »
« That makes both of us. » he stated, nesting back his head in her breasts « Any man who comes near you is dead. »
Haruhi didn't answer and kept caressing his hair until she felt him fall asleep. She made him roll and looked at his peaceful, relaxed face before she blew the lights and joined him into slumber.