Akiyama kaede x Ohma Tokita

by Cocofudge

Again- not mine please dont read

A light breeze breathed by, lifting in the

gentle blue glow of the moonlit night a few stray cherry blossom petals at its

tail. The air, deeply tinted with the sweet fragrance of the soft pink flowers,

was enough to sooth pain of memory from the weary minds. The mild warmth of the

night spoke of a summer soon to come, but still there was a chill to the night air,

contrasting to the warmth of day. Above, the dark velvet of the heavens shown

softly with the weak glow of the stars, their shine diminished by a thin yet

present sheet of powdery clouds.

Though, a masculine man, seaweed messy hair

flowing freely around his shoulders, set a bare foot on the damp grass, the

horizon had already started to darken, the stars beginning to hush away one by

one as huge dark clouds loomed over the far edge of Tokyo. A frown crossed the mans gentle

features as his soft blue brown eyes scrutinized the threatening beasts

riding the high winds and gliding at an even pace toward the stadium cottage

A string of light, brighter than any lantern

could shine, flickered under the clouds, turning their imposing coloring into

softer shades of bluish grey, but keeping their menacing complexion, if not

turning even sinister looking. A low rumbling reached the mans ears a dozen

seconds later; the storm was introducing itself. He let out a small sigh, his

gaze sliding down to stare at the grass at his feet, thoughts drifting as the

breeze picked a stronger blow.

The blades of dark green swayed, swiped by

the wind, a slight difference to the now usual scenery. For weeks now, the kengan fighter

had been spending his every nights keeping watch here, at this exact

place, watching as the sky slowly shifted from the deep shadows to the soft

glow of dawn before he would return to his room and sleep away the few

remaining hours to day. All his waking night were spent sitting on the wooden floor

of the veranda circling the hotel, right under this window, Akamiya Kaede

bedroom window to be more precise.

Since he recovered from the battle for his last fight

solution and for his absolution, Ohma Tokita had turned it into a routine to

keep silent and vigilant guard under the same window every night. For his

physical wounds might have healed, but the ones wrenching his heart had not,

and gruesome memories turned into shadows that hunted his dreams. He could

still smell the sent of her blood spilled.

It was all his fault, and he would have

deserved such pain for the suffering he had caused for what he had thought to

be the greater good. But the price was too much, ifu

the life of kaede was what it took for him to find forgiveness for his sins, he

would willingly forsake his soul to eternal damnation. She was worth any

sacrifice.

A low rumble called tokita back from his

sorrowful thoughts. He turned his back to the courtyard, climbed back on the

veranda and sat under the window. The strengthening wind blew at his silken

locks, the tips of the shorter ones tickling his face and the kengan fighter

turned his melancholic amethyst back to the looming threat in the sky. Bright

blue strings of lights would burst from the thick clouds at random, as they

stretched over the city. The darkness was slowly reaching for the hostel.

Pushing stray hair away from his face, he

counted the seconds between lightning and thunder, trying to estimate the

distance separating the hostel from the storm. He leaned his head back to the

wall behind him, careful as to not make any sounds as his skull gently hit the

hardness at his back.

The routine had started. After settling

himself as cosy as possible, regardless of the temperature, ohma tokita would

stretch his senses enough to hear kaede soft

breathing. The sound of the soft, rhythmic intakes and outtakes, the mumbled

expressions as she was lot in a dream, the barely audible sighs and the sound

of her weight on the flooe as she would turn and toss on her pallet; it was all

so very appeasing. He knew he could rest without a fear when he kept watch like

this, in the moonlight or soft rain, right under her bedroom window.

However, something was different tonight.

When the settled wanderer rested his upper body against the hard wood of the

outside walls of the house and the whispers of her breathing drifted through

the material, he sensed the change immediately. Her breathing was shallow,

short and raspy, almost as if each intake was in fact a sob. A sharp feeling of

dread gripped his heart and he turned his body so he could press his ear to the

wood, hands on each side of his head. Clear summer pale summer blue iris

shifted to winter aurora as they turned from left to right, concentrating only

in hearing what was about inside the sleeping room of the blond girl sectary of nogi group.

He could feel her presence in the room. She

was, from his estimation, lying on her bed a few dozen meters away from the

window where she always laid her bed. The once kengan fighter sighed when he

could not pick any other presence within the four walls beside the lovely

woman. Fear, although, returned to him when she took three very quick breath

followed by a rustle of sheets and a slight cracking of the floor. What was

wrong with her, was it a nightmare, was she ill or worse? Ohma blinked, he

had not sense any hostile presence inside, but there was the possibility that

maybe someone was in there.

Ohma did not like that perspective.

If someone were actually in there, it would have to be a very well

disciplined warrior, focussed well enough so no one would notice. Would it be

such a case, kaede was indeed in grave danger. A distant voice screamed for an

alternate possibilities, scratching at the far corners of his imagination, some

of which he barely dared to think about, and most of them believable scenario.

The kengan figther frowned, pressing his ear more

firmly to the wall, fingers spreading trying to grip at the only barrier

between him and the young woman. There was an odd sound that he only could

interpret as that of a foot sliding over the sheets as if someone was trying to

push their body further up the beddings. She seethed in sharp breaths and

released them with a whisper of a cry for each. Ohmas expression deepened,

not quite able to grasp what would cause kaede to push herself up her bed.

He stole a glance up to the rim of the

window, his mind already arguing over reasons to peek inside. Finally, when his

blond haired host gave a jagged gasp, he jolted up and let his eyes, now

darkened to a worried dark brown eyes, wonder around the room through the glass. The

room was gently bathed in shadow and he could only see

the outline of the light furniture and simply decorated bedroom. His gaze

scanned from the left corner where the bamboo chest in which she kept her

training clothes rested to the right one where a growing pile of dirty white

linen rested, seemingly forgotten. Ohma blushed realising that those were

probably her under-clothing.

Everything seemed to be as usual, not a trace

of intrusion or struggling, each object neatly drawn up where it belonged, no

dust, not even stray everyday accessories beside the pile by the far right

corner. The ohma returned to his cheeks as when his eyes returned to that

particular spot and memories flooded his mind.

discarding the thought, he turned his attention back to his careful observation

and turned his eyes to the semi-darkness that covered the floor like a shear,

see-through grey cloth.

Ohma head saw movement where he had

predicted the young womans pallet would have been, but warped as it was in the

enveloping nocturne light, he could not make out much more than a dark

silhouette. A sudden bluish light swathed the room and bared before him the

reason behind the erratic breathing. Kaede curving body shown in soft

electric blue light for barely a second, but it was enough, just enough for him

to see what was needed to be seen.

His fingers, which had been gripping the

ledge of the window as a leverage for his head to not go too far up and be

detected, slid down the time soften wood and his hand fell limp at his sides.

Mouth slightly agape, eyes round and wide, still staring at the human-shaped

mass of shadow, now a once again safely hidden kaede, shielded in the intimacy

that offered darkness. If the under-clothes of the lovely kendoka had coloured

his cheeks for a moment, what he saw was enough to make him blush so furiously

that the tint of his heated face.

he feared that it would not fade from there any time soon.

There he had saw his precious, innocent

Kaede, covers roughly pushed aside, a corner still hanging from her bent left

leg, the right one spread wide, toes curling, the binding of her night attire

loosen, her white yakuta parted revealing glowing soft flesh. The water drained

from his mouth, his lips drying at a fast pace and he blushed even more

profusely when his mind pushed the image once again in front of him as thunder

resounded around him. Her hand Her lovely,

Fighter craved hands had been touching herself there and there

was nothing he could do to push the ghost of the image away from his

consciousness, or even sub-consciousness for the matter.

Nature did not intend to let it go either as

the furious clouds lashed out with yet another lightning bolt, illuminating the

glorious image of kaede. Lids covered her brilliant sapphires, her mouth

forming a perfect little o as she added more pressure from her moving

fingers, her cheeks taking a lovely flushed pink as she arched her back to get better

access. Her lips formed silent words as the blond haired beauty shoved her head

to the right, her face now completely turned in his direction. Should her eyes

flutter open, kaede was bound to see him. Still, he was frozen in place, his

body unresponsive to his brains panicked command to

turn and face the other way.

Rain had started to pour, he noticed moments

after another lightning struck the heavens and tortured him further more by

showing him the forbidden moment he had stumbled upon for a third time. All

reason drained from him, his senses centered on her, watching as her form moved

in the darkness, and drinking in the sight of her bathed in the flashing light

of the storm. Her whimpers where hushed by the booming of thunder, but the

whispers of words were still audible between the pitter-patter of the large raindrops

wetting the roof and the ashura as well.

He could see, as the storm raged and provided

momentum light, kaede movement becoming more frenetic which each passing

second, her hands working her up to that little private heaven of gratification

where he now longed to join her in. She had no idea, no idea at all, of the

effects she had on Ohma. He felt his body trembling lightly as want surged

through his veins and drugged his mind. It was now

definitive; he could no longer look away, completely spell bounded by her

innocently erotic actions. It made it even more entrancing having the knowledge

that he had just peeked into something infinitely private, something he was not

supposed to witness, ever. Still, there he was, brown eyes eyes grazing softly

the flushed body of the pleasure warped young woman.

Kami-sama
he whispered, his own voice husky and his breath hot.

It seemed to tear him out of his silent

fascination and he gradually turned his back to the window and slid down the

wall, very, very slowly.

time had suddenly ticked off and slowed, it slid down to the left and fell down,

bouncing a few times before it rolled a bit to the left after hitting the

floor. The blush would not leave his cheeks and his emotions were in turmoil.

He could barely control the tremor of his hands when he lifted them to press

his palms to his face in a weak attempt to hurl the vision away. No matter what

Ohma did the memory of her exposed body was still fresh upon the screen

of his mind, the sound of her breathing and soft moaning persisted inside the

room fuelled his imagination, alternating reality and creating a vicious ach at

his loin.in

The ashura blinked, hands leaving his face

when he lifted his head and tilt it slightly to the left. Was his mind playing

tricks on him? Just now, that soft sensuous whisper had sounded just like but

no, it could not be, it simply could not. The rush of hormone that his little

voyeurism had triggered must have been altering his sense of hearing. Never the

less, Ohma turn his whole attention to the gentle sounds coming out of the room,

barely audible over the rumble of thunder and the whining wind.

There, there it was, once again. Her

intelligible mumbling was starting to whisper a clear word. Ohmas straightened

his back against the wall, chin lift and eyes staring at the roof above. No,

there was no way he would allow himself to begin to think that kaede could

possibly Closing his eyes, he let out a breath he did not know he had been

holding. The torturous events of a mans earthly vengeance had

permitted him to find an answer to his guilt, but left deep raw wounds at his

battered heart.

Nothing had really changed much since they

had returned from the island. In a way, it seemed as if all remained the same.

Although ohma conviction that this place, this hostel stadium that prone a fighter at

the service of life instead of death, was his home, that one place where he

felt he truly belonged. However, he could not simply shrug off the weight of so

many sins. Even though his feelings, body and soul starved to give into the

Prissy girls lovely affection, Ohma knew he could not possibly give in.

Oh, the

Ashura had been fully aware of the girls emotion for farm much longer than

any of his friends would think. His own affection for the cold eyed glass woman warming

his heart since the early times when it had been only him and her and now that

he had somewhat atoned as she had put it a few days ago, most though

he would soon confess his soul to her. Nothing was so easy; he had come to

understand that fact young age. His deeds, they had been all too

much, even if they were done in that name of greater

goods and whatnot had left him dirtied. Indirectly, probably because of too

much time spent lone, the sky as his roof, the word unworthy and stained

were deeply engraved within him, keeping him politely distant from the beautiful

woman.

Ohma Kun

The tormented man closed his eyes, head bowing

and hands fisting tightly in a desperate need for something to keep his body

firmly rooted to his post. Shutting away her distant, breathless plea was all

he could do. Not thinking about it was the best solution. Focus on the low

rumble of thunder, the swaying of the trees surrounding the Stadium,

the rustle of the leaves at the branches roughly shoved from side to side and

the melodious chant of rain pouring down.

Kaede soft moans and whimpers took a more

urgent tone and the knocking of her heels, hips and elbows on the floor. Each

gracious gasps and sighs were harder to ignore than the previous one, taunting

him, filling his rebellious mind with new, and very detailed, pictures of what the

Young woman was doing at that moment. Ohma could feel the painful

punctuation of his fingernails as they dug into the flesh of his palms, hoping

the pain would kill the growing discomfort in his pants.

"Ohmaa kun"

He felt as if the divinities were
mocking him. How much longer would it take her to reach a climax at last? His
restrains were at the brink of shattering with the delicious sound of her sweet
sobbing. Kaede heaved a particularly sharp breath, and he could imagine her
shifting so her fingers would reach deeper as the whispers of her movement
drifted to his ears. Beads of sweat pearled at his forehead, mixing with the
raindrops, his blush threatening to faint him, and frankly at this point,
Ohma would welcome the loose of consciousness.

gods was his rasped whisper when the heaves were torn once

again by a row of blinding light.

One moment, the violent flare lit the sitting

Kengan Fighter and the second everything was envelop in darkness once again. Thunder

crashed, the storm now nearly above the city and with the last of roar quieted,

Kaede lips managed to, finally, utter in a shaking breath the name she had

been struggling to articulate. Shortly after, a second bolt of light lit the

courtyard and the red head had vanished, the only token of his earlier

presence, his forgotten weapon, bathed in the tears of the clouds.

With the stealth of the kengan fighter he

had once been, Ohma Tokita had moved from his guarding post as swiftly as the wind

blowing savagely across the lawn and was now standing in kaede doorframe, one

hand gripping the sliding panel, the only thing keeping him from walking in.

Deep, sparkling amethyst stared into the darkness finding, more out of memory

than actual sight, the prone form of kaede.

It seemed that her efforts were just about to

be pay for, her back arching graciously from the pallet. The door was slid

shut with a soft tap that none of them seemed to notice and Ohma took a step

toward the writhing blond-haired woman. Lightning illuminated her delicate

frame once more and, from the close, the sight of her astounded him. Her silken

strands had come loose from the gentle pull of her night hair and spread

gracefully around her flushed head and upper body. A few stray locks stretch

across her chest, slightly damp and glowing with a thin layer of glistering

sweat. His breath caught. Such beauty, such wild grace, such tempting luxury,

and it was his name that her mouth kept trying to shout, only to be distort by

her short breaths.

Silently, as if the mans feet never actually

touched the tatami, Ohma knelt down by her bed, entranced by the mere

presence of her. She had yet to be aware of his presence and the sweet nothing

of her pleasure-warped whispers seemed to be so much more melodic now that he

was next to her. It echoed and reverberated on the walls, filling his sense of

hearing so well that the raging storm faded to a distant murmur.

He lift a trembling hand to her face, fingers

a breath away from her hot skin, itching to touch and feel as he quietly

observed her expression, the hue of red still tinting his cheeks. Kaede was

barely starting to register his presence, still too caught up in her pleasure.

She was panting, her eyes tightly shut, her lovely face red-hot and brow

dampened. His eyes grazed the curve of her neck following the deep arch in of

her torso, the slump of her large breast, the smooth curl of her taunt stomach

to her generous legs and to her firmly planted heels, which pushed her into a

gracious bow. The last string of his resolve shattered when his name once more

delicately touched her lips and Ohma bent down, fingers gliding ever so

gently over the contours of her jaw.

Forgive
me he murmured into her ear before planting a light
kiss on her lob.

is digits slid down the curve of her neck

and further downward as his lips traced down a line from her cute ears too

nibble at the junction of her chin to her neck. She was vaguely aware of his

touch and her lids lifted to reveal dark pools of nightshade blues. Lifting his

head, Ohma held her confused stare. After a moment, his mouth returned to

tease the knot of particularly sensitive nerves at her neck before he slid

lower down her throat to kiss and nip her collarbone.

Kaede gasped when his fingers reached the

swell of her right breast, the fold of her yakuta barely covering the tip of

it. His touch was delicate, unsurprisingly as his gentle nature had suggested

it long before he would actually touch her. The messy heads hand fanned over the

soft mound of flesh, palm applying gentle pressure to the middle of her chest,

the smallest finger sliding under the fold to brush over the erected nipple,

sending a shiver of delight through her body.

His hands were cold; his clothing wet from

the downpour tumbling on Tokyo, hair louse but clung to his lean

body. Kaede kept here eyes open, vaguely seeing the roof above her, lost in

confused delight, mind barely registering the events taking part around her.

The movement of her hands ceased and her body slowly drifted back down on the

futon. Meanwhile, the ashura had gently pushed aside the cloth that failed to

cover her entire chest, his hot, silken lips gliding down across her flesh to

depose an affectionate kiss at the pike of her large breast. Left hand languorously

taking loving care of the unattended twin, the fingers of his right one brushed

down her skin to join kaedes now still hands.

Ohma kun? she breathed out, the single question voiced out her complete
confusion.

Shhh he whispered. There are many things i cant ignore. He said, his lips grazing her flesh with every word, his breath

warm on her skin. Such as his own desires He added with a brief suckling of

her nipple and she felt his lips curved on her at the sound her small gasp.

But there is one thing this One could never ignore.

Kaede closed her eyes as Ohma brushed away

her hands and his fingers replaced them. The tips of them started to move over

the tingling her early actions had created. A sigh escaped her parted lips and

Ohma lifted her lips once more, pressing herself

to his hand.

He would
never ignore the soft voice of his loved one when she calls him,

that he would not.

Kaede whole body curved upward, granting

him more access, eyes wide open, mouth agape in a silent cry. Her senses were

already heightening with every brush of his soft lips, every stroke of his

talented fingers, but his declaration was what sent her body off the edge.

Ohma smiled lovingly, watching her as she reached her release, giving in to

those powerful sensations with such innocent grace, he felt his breath had been

stole away.

His mouth had left her chest, his right hand

brought up to stroke the silken strands that formed a pink aureole around her

pretty head, thumb idly caressing her forehead. Shining
amethyst eyes staring into tinkling sapphire that stared into nothingness,
unfocussed and blind to all that was part of the known universe for a wonderful
moment. She freed a breath she did not know her lungs had been holding

in, blinking her eyes feeling the pleasurable residuals of her blinding

rapture. So this, this was what it was like to know the loving touch of

Ohma.

Kaede open and close her nocturne sky orbs,

once then twice. Ohma kun was here! She turned

her head to stare at the smiling man. The kengan fighter was leaning on his forearm

and she could feel the tender hand sliding through her blond hair, his brown

gaze gently probing hers. She reached out a hand to touch his face hesitantly,

her warm fingertips grazing the reddened skin of his cheeks. He closed his eyes

and leaned into her touch, turning lightly to the left to press a kiss to her

palm. His expression was that of a peaceful man watching with her with ease and

joy to his heart. The light blush over his cheekbone bestowed him a charming

Masculine look.

Ohma
she uttered in amazed surprise. Ohma. She
repeated realising that it was he and not some cruel fantasy. Ohma kun!

She warped her arms around his neck, pulling

him to her in a fierce hug. Taken by surprise, the once wanderer stumbled down,

eyes wide as sake cups, a startled sound escaping his mouth. His wet clothing

was press to her heated body, cooling her flesh but giving her confirmation of

his presence by her side. He smiled, warping his arms around her and returning

the lovely gesture, burring his face in her hair and

inhaling deeply her natural fragrance.

Yes
Akamiya kaede he whispered, kissing her temple, gently pulling out of her arms and
moving his legs so he was straddling her. I came when you called. His smile
was warm and his hands held her head affectionately.

You heard
me? Her face grew very hot at the simple thought of it.

He nodded.
I was sitting under your window.

She
frowned. What were you doing there? There was a slight taste of indignation
in Kaede voice.

Huh!? The ashura blink. I was passed by

Kaede eyed
him suspiciously.

his expression shifting from melancholic reverie to a gently loving one once

again after shifting through a dozen undesirable ones. Ohma smirk though,

held a tinge of sadness when he bent down to rest his forehead on her

shoulders, his arms once again gripping her body in a loving embrace.

Kaede. he
murmured, his mouth caressing the crook of her neck. Sweet,

Prissy kaede. His grip tightened, needing to feel her warmth cradled
to his chest.. He mumbled, emotion tightening
his throat, words hard to pronounce.

she gripped his head so she could stare at his face. You hear me.
Her gaze was firm with
resolve. You gave the world so much, and even though you had to her voice
trailed and she chose to live a part of her sentence unfinished. You did what
your heart told you had to be done, saying this kaede pressed her hands over
the rhythmic beat on his chest. Dont you dare let it get between us once more!

Ohma blinked, staring avidly into her

sparkling jewels, seeing the truth, the conviction that had strongly resounded

in her passionate words. With a second of hesitation, he gently, cautiously

traced his lips over hers. The touch was concise and their gaze locked for a

second before he crushed his mouth over hers, all reason for his feelings to be

bared before her gone like the storm that once seethed above the hotel stadium not so

long ago.

He nipped at her lower lip, a silent plea for

acceptance, and she parted, allowing the gently demanded access. Kaede sighed,

shifting lightly, bending her knees and reaffirming her hold on around his

shoulders. Acceptance at last, was Ohmas fevered thought as the taste of

her filled his mouth. His hands return to life and slid over her barely clothed

frame, callous fingers caught in the fabric sporadically.

With heart-warming gentleness, his palms

pressed at her side, fingertips snaking over her stomach in a blind search for

the knot of the yakutas sash. When he found it, his lips sensuously trailed a

line of butterfly kisses down from her face to her throat and further down to

her breast. This time, however, she was not only responsive, but actively

answering each of his feather light touches with just, her hands buried in his

wet, black mane, pulling his face to her and uttering wonderful squeaks of

delight.

Working fast, the ashura got rid of the

sash, pulling her into a sitting position, his mouth never once stopping their

exquisite re-exploring of her mounds. Then he stirred away, taking in for the

second time the adorable vision of her. Ohma stroked her cheek with his

thumb, smiling at her face before he kissed her once more, his hand sliding to

her shoulders, following her smooth contours. Again, his mouth trekked down to

the crook of her neck, a trail of delight in his wake.

Sliding his fingers under the thin cloth that

covered he shoulders, he slowly pulled the fabric down, discovering more flesh

to love and touch as he did so. Kaede, far from giving him the privilege of

being the only one allowed pleasuring the other, letting her hand roam his

torso, discovering at leisure those magic little knots of nerves that sent

shivers of bliss through him.

Humh this she exhaled, lost in pleasant reveries created

by both of their actions.

Hum? he
inquire, mouth too preoccupied to create intelligible words.

He never got a clear answer, a soft moan was

all she would utter as she was now pilling his drenched shirt off his shoulders

and gently massaging the cool, smooth flesh that was once
hidden. She bent her neck, her teeth nipping the top of his lob, making

him grunt, his lazy suckling of her left nipple growing more fervent. Ohmas

left hand gripped her hip, the fingers of his right one delicately caressing

the soft skin at on underside of her breast, mouth moving to nip at the side,

leaving a redden mar on her pliant flesh.

She uttered a strangled cry, surprised by the

pleasure he was giving her and she felt the black head chortle, conveying a

tender smile to her face. Kaede lashed languorous attention at his left hear,

her hands wondering freely over his bare back, circling around his waist and

taking hold of the piece of white linen that kept his jeans in place.

Whispering wonderful wordless expression of love and enjoyment into his ear,

the blond haired young woman pulled at the buton jeans and, with a slow arch of her arm,
discarded the binding item. The ashura blinked at the feel of his loosen
clothe and looked up to gape in silent awe at her adorably mischievous grin.

Seizing her face in a gentle grip, he dusted

breezy kisses all over it, pushing the lovely woman back to the futon. She

giggled, his lips tickling and the kengan fighter smiled. Her every reaction a

constant amazement to him, each of her expression, even the one she showed him

before, seemed to be new to him, tinted with joy and elation. He pulled back,

his hands turning to his clothing, loving hazel iris watching her in silent

adoration as he discarded his soaked shirt and jeans. Returning to her, ohma

kissed her stomach up to her lips, grazing his bare skin over hers, a shiver of

pleasure sending both of them trembling.

He cupped her thighs, parting them and

nestled between her legs, pouring tender attention on her throat. Kaede blushed

feeling a warm hardness poke at her heated flesh. Her hand quested down

languidly down his chest, out of shear curiosity, teasing at his equally

sensitive nipples, scrapping at the taunt muscles of his abdomen and inching

further down, warping her fingers around the center of his pleasure nerves. He

gasped, forgetting what he was doing to lay limp over her, enjoy the tingling

sensation of her innocent exploration.

Kaede akamiya
came his ragged whisper.

The Hot chick secretary kissed the top of his head, the

only place available to her lips at that moment, her free hand tracing up and

down his spine and she started to return the pleasure he gave her. Ohmas

groaned, hugging her to him and nipping at her neck, her breathless gasps

adding to his pleasure.

He unconsciously grinded his hips at the feel

of a particularly pleasurable stroke, squeezing himself into her palm and

hissed at the sensation. Feeling encouraged, kaede redoubled her efforts, her

long, roughened fingers discovering the feel of him. Every one of her tentative

touches rewarded by either a surprised gasp or a low grunt, and sometimes her

name in a breathy murmur, his reactions were mesmerizing. The blond womans

pride was smiling inside her, thrilled by the simple knowledge that it was her

doing that causing this all.

K Kaede oh

It was such a sweet melody, tickling her lob,

as it was hushed into her ear. The movement of the red heads hands seemed to

lose their carefully elaborated cycle on her chest and turned to a pair of

blind, erratic travellers trying to map out every inches of her body. They slid

over her counters, following the soft curves, gripping her flesh here and there

as if the man was trying to gain some sort of support. The blond haired girl

moaned exceptionally loud, shocking even herself, when he sank his teeth

pleasurably at the base of her throat and then soothing the non-existent pain

away with the velvet touch of his tongue. In an answering reaction, her grip

tightened on him and a coarse cry escaped his lungs.

Uh
Ohma kun

Said man took a deep breath, his nostrils

full of her unique spring flower sent, and moved his hips once more. He could

not tell if he wanted her to wait to be one with her or simply let go as her

caressing hand induced him to. Unable to make a decision, he instead rained

more fevered kisses over her skin, pausing ever few seconds to gasp, push into

her hand or whisper her name as the most beautiful endearment she ever heard.

Suddenly, his hand grip her elbows and pushed

both of her arms away from him, his hands gliding over her skin to twin with

her own, almost pinning them above her head, his hold too gentle though to be

overpowering and she felt she could free herself at will. The kengan fighter

locked gaze with her, his eyes a captivating dark shade lavender.

Kaede he
sighed, burying his face into her neck, breath tickling her skin. The things
you do to this one ohmas feathered kiss on her soft lips. The
things you make him feel

Having looked at her the whole time, his

mouth tracing a whisper of his words lightly on her lips as he spoke, the red

Kengan fighter let his lids cover his loving gaze and took a small breath,

smiling.

The care
he continued, his hand massaging the muscles of her arms tenderly. The love
he brushed his lips across her face, neck and trailed down to her chest where,
in a soft murmur, a moment before he would suck in the gracious pike of her large
breast, the desire

Kaede exhaled a sharp shriek; the divine care

of his mouth had distracted her from his hands. Ohma had expertly changed, Ohma manage to think all the man ogling on the blond hair. And he felt his pride rouse.

his hold of her wrist, now contained in his left hand and the right one had

drifted down swiftly and un-noticed. His fingers touched her core, toke her by

surprise and made her cry.

Suckling a line toward her throat, the black

head adjusted their position, sliding further up between her thighs. He was

suddenly charging a fierce attack of her mouth, freeing her hands to warp his

arm around the young woman, pulling her closer to him. It took barely a moment

for kaede to notice that she was once again free of her movements and lost no

time twist her arms in a firm but tender grip, giving into the depth and

passion the kiss.

Ohma smiled aware of the success of his

distraction tactic and, with the guidance of his fingers, pushed the tip of him

into her soft core. He drank her surprised yelp, the sound making her chest

tremors and he stood stile, opening his deep brown eyes to discover stunned

indigo orbs staring at him. The man blinked, he had lifted his head lightly and

now their uneven breaths were mingling in their mouths. Her muscles twitched

reflectively, sending a soft rush of pleasure through him and he shuddered

starving to move deeper inside.

Kaede
He and touched her cheek gently to gain her complete attention. This man
one doesnt have much, that he does not. His gaze was
softly smiling, his eyes giving kaede the impression of adoration a divinity
would have had a mortal seen them. He offers you the only thing hes got.
Himself if you would have him.

Kaede
blinked. I I have a condition

He looked
startled and slightly nervous. The gentle motions of his fingers grazing her
face ceased. Wha What is it?

I want
Tokita Ohma to stop being reckless and win the next match at kengan tournament
The light that shown in her

eyes made him smile.

This
then he caught himself seeing the beginning of a frown darkening her features.
I he smirk, will pledge my life to become this man.

She smiled back, her eyes shining pleasantly,

everything about her openly accepting him. Ohma pressed an affectionate kiss

to her mouth, pouring emotion into the other with blissful abandon. Mind was

lost replaced by a dangerous mix of want, love and need. Pleasure clouded his

judgement and he moved, a gasp making him blink once more. Kengan ashura was

nipping a not of flesh under her jaw, kaede spin had been tugged by reflexive

muscles and turned into a fine bow, her chest softly pressed to his.

He had moved further within her, not quite

reaching the barrier yet, however. He groaned, his fingers digging into the

soft flesh of her hips and pushed again, feeling the

obstruction. Her gaze was confused and the blond woman when he looked back at

her. Ohmas expression soften, his brow already shining with a thin sheet of

sweat. She focused her eyes on his and smiled.

Dont
worry. He said.

Im not.

Her trust warmed his heart and fuelled his

desire. With infinite care, the kengan fighter pulled his hips backward

to nearly leaving her velvet warmth. She turned a puzzled gaze at him and met

with a knowing glint in his brown orbs. Amorous induced hands brushed away

stray tendrils of ink black silk from her flushed face. She observed him watch

her, dazed by his expression. It resembled that of a boy who saw something very

pretty for the first time, awe visible in his soft eyes, and tried to copy and

deeply imprint the image in his mind. Her lips curved in a shy smile, her

fingertips gently stroking the line of black messy hair on his forehead before sliding

through the soft mane and uncovering his eyes.

Ohma trusted forward once again, kaede

closed here eyes for the pain she was told would come.

The ashura man stopped once more and pulled back before he would pierce

through the membrane. She fluttered her lids in blatant bewilderment. He merely

kissed her forehead, soothing the moist spot with his thumb and rolled his hips

once more. He did so several more times, until he saw her expression change

from a puzzled to one of birthing rapture. Only then did ohma give into

temptation, pressing his lips forcefully on hers and burying his passion fully

into her. He softened her cry of pleasurable pain with the fervent, almost

bruising, caress of his lips and tongue.

The lower part of his anatomy stood still,

his breath coming rasp but far from panting at that moment. Ohma shuddered,

a grown rumbling in his throat and he crushed her body against his.

Kaede he
muttered. Akamiya kaede The country wide feared kengan fighter was chanting her name in a
delicious worship.

When the ohma woman caught his waist

in a light grip, Ohma began a slow, even rhythm, taking deep breaths in,

whispering pleasure broken confessions of love. She answered each with an

approving moan and a tentative rotation at their connection. He groaned feeling

her hands touch him at, seemingly, all place at once. He was aware of her, only

her, the rest of the world a distant concept.

In an innocent attempt to please him as well,

Kaede unwrapped her thighs, planted her heels on the

soft bed, and levelled up her hips, meeting his thrust and giving him more

depth. It did brought more of the tingling to spread from her pelvis to delude

in her blood, drugging her mind with blissful sensations. It, however,

stretched her muscles in an odd way, not unpleasant

but not comfortable either, but to reach the pike of the wonderful experience,

she was willing to feel sore the morning after.

Ohma kun I

He was ravishing the side of her left breast,

his low grunts and soft moans vibrating over her stomach.

Shhh

Ohma's nipped and sucked and Kaede touched

and pinched what she could get, unknowingly driving him mad. Something was

building up, a promise of blinding pleasure was growing, becoming real with

each carefully deep thrusts, the blond woman could

feel it and the heated actions of his mouth and hands were enough for her to

know that the black head was aware of it as well. Feeling the climax becoming was

torture, a craved torture, a sweet one, only a step away from that instant when

love became physical and not just spiritual.

Hold me he murmured, wanting her, needing her.

Kaede could only tighten the grip of her

arms, crushing his face to her soft mounds and pushing more strength, more

determination into her movements. His hands pressed the curve of her back,

guiding her hips. All coherent thoughts had long since been
blown away, to feel was priority, and the rest was to be ponder over

afterwards. Between her soft pleas and his breathless whispers, the kengan

man felt the steer of release rising in his nerves. His skin was suddenly very

sensitive and kaedes every touches felt like a bolt of pleasurable electricity

had hit him.

K.kaedee
the kengan fighter tried to get his kaede's attention, his words muffled by
her tender flesh. Kaede he repeated, his voice more
urgent, his head still pressed to her lovely large breasts. Kaede o open your eyes

Ohma had pulled his face away from her

chest and had reached up to graze his fingertips over her brown and caress the

gentle curve of her beautiful face. When he finally caught the crystalline blues

under the dark lashes, he smiled. She blinked, his cheeks were flushed, face

reddened, pearling sweat dripped from his brow and a few strands of fiery silk.

She had known what he wanted a fragment of second before he explained in a

rasped voice.

I want you
to see what you do hung to me

No longer able to support his head, Ohma

led his forehead over hers, his hair, still somewhat dampened, sliding over his

Face and shielding them in intimacy. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed

a round in an adorable display of surprise. Her complete body curled into his

and she began to tremble, her arms reflexively warping around his broad shoulders.

He knew then that it was alright

to let go and with gentle fervour, he gripped her waist, spreading his fingers

over her hot flesh. His face nestled in her neck, Ohmas rocked his hips for

the last few thrusts and embraced her tightly, her

name rolling over his tongue as climax seized him in blinding pleasure.

Kaede had turned limp in his arms when rationality

returned to him. He shifted his weight but did not move away from her, choosing

instead to pillow his head to her large breast, his hands tracing random lines across

her shoulder. The blind-haired woman sighed and kissed the top of ohmas

hair.

Did I
harm you? he sounded hesitant, nervous even.

It was
un-noticed there was a pleasant tone there.

Silence
dominated the room once more, then, Why were your clothes wet? She was simply
curious.

There was
a storm he turned his head and kissed her chin.

She blinked.
And you didnt notice?

Kaede felt
Kengan fighter nod. My attention was elsewhere

The blond
woman blushed and she both heard and felt him low chuckle. Hey! her exclamation was soon followed by a gentle knock of her firmly tightened

fist.

Huh!? Ohma rubbed the tender

spot at the back of his head and stared at her in astonishment. Ow

She giggled.
Pervert

He smiled
warmly and bent neck to catch her lips. Pervert maybe he said between
kisses. But I wasnt the one touching myself

Kaede eyes shoot open and narrowed. A resounding

bonk filled the room.

Ow! The kengan fighter pulled himself up with his left arm,

rubbing the soar area or his skull. You got a lot of nerves but i have somethinh for strong women. Ohma said teasingly.

Kaede
snorted and crossed her arms. Pervert was her only explanation,
but her eyes were shining with mirth.

He smirk hole heartedly, warping his arms

around her torso and crushing her in a tight hug. His laughter was soft, his

breath tickling her ear and she could not help but smile then laugh as well, the

sound turning into a warm, comfortable blanket for them to cuddle into.

Fin