It was evening after the tournament. The lot of them had got a lot of food to celebrate after the tournament's end in the common room of their hotel suite and all of their survival from it, even if it was in part somber. Nanashi did not feel too too celebratory though with all that happened. Kurama had kept closer to her, but stiff, formal, and reserved. Nanashi noticed his eyes looking around at the others. She thought Hiei was watching him and her as well, but was unsure why he would do so.
When Kurama mentioned he was going to bed early, even with a bit of teasing on Yusuke and Kuwabara's part, Nanashi felt disappointed to see him go, even if he was worn out. The plants he had used to help him recover from Karasu's attacks had helped him, but he was still worn out.
After about fifteen minutes, Nanashi felt her phone buzz in her pocket, making her almost jump. She reached down and pulled out her phone, seeing a text from Kurama. 'Could you come help me with something, please? Discreetly,' the message read politely.
'Uh, sure,' she responded. She got up herself, excusing herself with the same excuse as being tired. She ignored Yusuke's teasing as she left the room.
She walked down the hallway, stopping in front of Kurama's door. She knocked on the door, hearing his soft voice call out, "come in, please." She opened the door, eyes trained down on the ground, heart beat racing. She walked in, not really looking anywhere as she shut the door. "Lock it, please." She did so, pausing nervously with her hand still on the door.
Then she looked up at him and the room. She gasped shyly, leaning her back against the door. She looked up, seeing Kurama in the dimly lit room. The lights were off, but lamp weeds set up around the room to give some lighting. Soft, sensual, and wordless music was coming from somewhere else in the room. Rose petals were strewn on one of the beds in the room. He stood there next to the bed patiently. "What... about...?" she breathed out, nodding over at Hiei's bed.
"He's agreed to be gone for tonight," he explained. "Unless you'd like to invite him back," he teased.
She sighed, half laughing and half cringing at the odd idea. She kicked off her shoes, noticing he was not wearing any either. She stepped over to him, grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, and kissed him. He kissed her back immediately, making her smile. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, making her feel like she was melting into him. His hand came up to her hair, gently snaking it into it. He sighed contentedly against her.
He pulled away from her, but only slightly. "I've never been with a woman in this body," he warned. "I have memories from before, but," he held up his free hand. "Untrained and clumsy."
"It's alright," she breathed out, feeling alert.
"Perhaps you can train me for a change?" he suggested.
"Um..." she hummed out nervously, not sure how to reply.
He twisted her around, pressing her back against his chest and wrapped his right arm around her waist gently yet firmly. He reached his left hand over to her hair and brushed it all off the right side of her neck and over her left shoulder. He leaned his face in line with hers, nuzzling her behind her ear. He kissed the side of her neck softly. Then he licked her quickly and unexpectedly. He then pulled his mouth away slightly, blowing slightly on the area. She sucked down a breath, feeling herself shiver a little. His breath was hot, but her wet skin felt cold. He hummed, sounding pleased. He took his left hand, cupping her jaw and turning her head to the left, exposing as much of her neck to him as possible. His nose, lips, and tongue traced over as much as he could reach. When he blew on her neck, she felt cold yet hot at the same time. She leaned heavily against him.
His hand around her waist meanwhile had been moving. His hand roamed down to the edge of her shirt, where it met her pants. He slipped his hand under her shirt, stroking her with a barely there hand. He hummed against her neck, feeling so warm there, while his hand felt so cold, stroking against her rib cage.
His right hand stroked back down to the bottom of her shirt. His left hand stroked down her front, grazing her breasts as he did so. He pulled at the bottom of her shirt, taking it off of her slowly. His hands grazed her chest again intentionally. He dropped her shirt in front her, hands coming to her chest. He took his time, running his soft hands over her. He kissed her neck here and there as he touched her. His hands reached her breast, the tips of fingers and flats of his fingernails running over the centers. He pulled her bra off over her head, and pulled her back against him.
His left hand came up to her jaw, turning her head towards him. He kissed best he could. It was a bit of a strain on her neck with their height difference. His free right hand cupped her right breast, thumb rubbing over the center. She whimpered, feeling warm and cold at the same time.
He spun her around, looking her in the eyes. "Stop me if you've changed your mind," he told her softly.
"I won't be," she said confidently, shaking her head.
She took his shirt in her hands, pulling it off, feeling like she was the clumsier of the two. He had removed the seaweed from earlier, but his skin where he had been attacked was still pink and half scarred looking. She kissed the spot of his upper arm where he had first been injured. She kissed other spots as well upon his torso.
She straightened up, kissing his neck next before leaning against him, listening to his heartbeat and breathing, liking the sounds that he was alive. Her hands traced along his torso affectionately, liking that he was breathing deeper as she did so. His hand came back up to her hair, running his fingers through it.
He turned, bringing himself to sit down on the bed with her in his lap sideways. He pulled her legs, guiding her to get her to straddle him. She sat on his lap, much like she had the night they removed the death plant from his veins. He seemed to like her like that. He guided her upper back straighter so she leaned over him. He brought his mouth down to her breasts, slipping the left one in his mouth. She whimpered as he sucked on her gently. She brought her hands to his shoulders and up to his neck. When she brought her hands into his hair, she felt something wrap painfully tightly around the fingers of her right hand. She yanked away her left hand, but her right hand stayed stuck.
He halted immediately, pulling away from her breast. He reached his hands up to her right hand and carefully unwound whatever vine it was that had her. He chuckled softly. "Some of the seeds in here aren't safe," he warned her.
"Some of the women in here aren't either," she attempted to joke back.
He chuckled at that, whether it was authentic or humoring she was unsure. She bit her lip, not looking him in the eyes. She reached her hand down to his pants, struggling to undo the button and zipper. She brought her left hand down with her right, undoing his pants. He shifted, bringing his legs wider apart for her.
She ran her hand over the bulge she found, making him loose a breathy moan. She smiled to herself, liking the sound of it. She brought her hand around it, stroking and rubbing it over. He sat up straighter, hands on her hips. He stood up, pushing her to stand and let him go before he pulled off his pants and boxers off by himself. He then hooked his hands on the hem of her pants, pulling her closer. He undid her pants, pulling them down and off. She felt suddenly nervous and unsure of herself. He leaned back on the bed, hands on either side of him. He looked her up and down. She noticed his eyes suddenly flashed from green to yellow and back again. He brought his hands up to his eyes, covering them and shaking his head.
"I'm sorry... it's not you," he explained. He pulled his hand from his eyes and held it out to her.
Hesitantly she stepped back over to him. He guided her to alight down on his lap, back to chest again. She could feel his erection pressed against her backside. His hands roamed over her. She laid her head down on his shoulder. He guided her legs to drape over either side of his. He ran his hands down the inside of her legs, making her tremble.
He noticed, pausing. She nodded to him, bending her head to kiss him. His hands started moving. His right hand stroked his way up to her mound, touching her barely, but she felt breathless from that. His left arm slipped back up to her waist, pulling her against him as his right fingers teased at her entrance. She winced, feeling overwhelmed by his touch, even if it was slow and slight. He slid one finger inside of her, touching her more and more. His left hand half slipped from her waist teasing at one of her nipples. His mouth nuzzled her neck, blowing on it barely. She closed her eyes, humming.
It was feeling good, but too soon he stopped. He shook his head, mumbling something under his breath. He turned, shifting her down to lay on the bed. He kept fingering her, mouth coming down and claiming hers. She felt like she could not breathe deep enough when he was kissing her, but she could not pull away from. It was distracting.
He pulled away from her, seeming almost frustrated. He huffed, not saying anything. She watched his face, wanting to pull him back over to her.
He got off the bed, going to the nightstand. He pulled out a condom from within it. His fingers fumbled over it, not quite getting it open. She sat up, scooting over to him. She took it from his hands, opening it with ease. She handed it to him, not watching as he put it on.
She took his hand, pulling him down to sit next to her. She rolled on top of him, pushing him down with shaky hands. His eyes were closed. She moved her hands down between the two of them. She took his cock in her hand, but paused. She waited, watching him carefully. He nodded. She slipped inside of her, gasping. She moved against him, whimpering. She recalled if it felt good, keep going. She kept going. She slid down farther on him, causing him to moan softly. He panted beneath her, chest heaving. His face scrunched up. One forearm came over his eyes, shielding them. She kept going, feeling winded herself. She felt herself tighten around him, crying out as she pushed herself to the brink. He sat up suddenly, hands seizing her thighs. He pulled her down farther on him, making her wince, throwing her off. She kept going, trying to reclaim the feeling she felt building. She moved over and over on top of him, hands on his shoulders. She felt a shock zip through her her, making her shudder contentedly.
She stopped at that, panting deeply, leaning against him tiredly. She was unsure what to do after that. Luckily he did something. He rolled her over, going on top of her. He pushed her legs apart, making her wince since she was feeling sensitive. He kissed her, eyes closed, going in and out of her at a soft, gentle pace. He laid his head down on the crook of her neck and shoulder. He moaned against her neck, going rigid.
He pulled out of her after that, laying down next her, staying close by. She lay next to him, eyes closed. The faint scent of roses seemed to surround them. She felt him moving, but kept her eyes closed, nearly dozing. She heard something drop in the trash can by the bed and then felt him moving around some more. She sensed him come back next to her, causing her to open her eyes. He laid his head down on her chest, sighing contentedly. She was tempted to bring her hand up to his hair, but thought better of it.
"Do you want to keep this discreet?" she asked the question at the forefront of her mind. She loathed the idea of how the others would react. Too much nosing, too many questions, too much teasing. Not to mention all the girls at school who barely left her be as is. Besides, he had already made it clear it would not be permanent, even if he had actually given into her.
He shifted, nuzzling her. "That would be best for now, if you wouldn't mind," he said against her bare skin. "Youko had made quite a number of enemies in the Demon World. Even discreet, that is a risk should know you are undertaking." She nodded. He sat up, hand tracing her hair line around her forehead and side of her face. "Without sharing of course. I do fear I could get quite jealous is my past life. To the point of aggression," he warned her all while smirking. "Attractive from a demon's perspective. Strong and determined." He pulled her up to sit upright next to him. "And a human's. Gentle and caring." He kissed her softly, and then pulled her in close. She hummed against him. "Perhaps we should shower and then go to sleep?" he suggested.
She yawned, nodding. "Okay."
He pulled away from here, gasping. "Oh, wait," he said, reaching over to the nightstand by his bed to open it. He pulled out a small, flat, rectangular box. I felt as if I have owed you this." He passed her the box.
"What is it?" she asked, opening the box slowly. Inside set a hair clip, the same size as the one Aunt Astuko had given her; the one that had been ruined the day she succumbed to the flu. She pulled it out of the box, looking it over. This one was different though. It was new, and not sharp around the metal clasp part. The clasp was metal, but it was not plastic on the top part unlike the old one. This one was wooden, intricately carved with vines and knots and painted a dark, forest green. "How did you get this?" she asked, wondering how he could manage such an exact gift while stuck on this island.
"I had it made before the tournament, but after you had gotten sick. Just hadn't had the right opportunity to pass it on to you before now," he admitted.
She frown at him, certain he could have given it to her before then, but did not say anything of the like in reply. She smiled up at him. "Thank you," she said softly, kissing him on the cheek.
