A/N
So One Night for the Heart was really one of the first things I've written. I discovered, as most authors do, that sometimes characters often do their own thing. Take chapter 6, for example. Van and Hitomi really only needed one kiss to light their fire, and sometimes they got a little out of hand before they were really ready (see Take 4 and Oh, Crap). LOL
I've also included some of the kisses working up to the final version. You'll notice some repetition, but *shrugs*, sorry.
Enjoy!
Take 1
She fell silent and leaned back against his arm draped on the couch behind her. He sat still, staring into the darkness of the room, as silent now as he was during her story. Hitomi found herself wishing he'd react, reciprocate with his version, anything. Taking a chance, she reached out and stroked his other arm. He blinked as if waking and looked down at her, meeting her eyes. They'd never been this intimate before, and she allowed herself to smile and relish the warmth of him. She knew from her vision what was going to happen next and welcomed it. As he bent closer to her, she ran her hand up his arm to cradle his neck.
Softly, slowly, their lips met, and she savored the feel of him and the newness of his taste and his breath. He brought her closer, shifting her onto his lap. She sensed an unspoken need from him and answered it with her own, cradling his head in her hands and deepening her kiss. Her hands wandered, feeling every part of him that she could reach. His hands were hot on her body like licking flames and she felt herself melting into him. Then a breath, nose to nose. And for the second time that day, she found herself gazing into his garnet eyes as he lifted her and carried her to his waiting bed.
Take 2
"You smiled at me though, and I remember that it made me feel comfortable. Believe it or not, that was a first for me."
"I suppose that's reassuring."
"Yes, well, I didn't know myself then what that meant."
Their eyes met and it seemed as if the room around them fell away. She searched his face and lifted her hand to trace along his cheek. "Do you know what it means now?" she whispered.
His eyes merely sparked like fire as he leaned closer.
Softly, slowly, their lips met. She savored the feel of him and the newness of his taste and his breath. He brought her closer, and they deepened the kiss. Her hands wandered across his shoulders, arms, neck, hair, while his hands roamed over her—their heat like a licking flame across her body—and she felt herself melting into him. Then they took a breath, nose to nose. And for the second time on that very eventful day, she found herself gazing into his cinnamon eyes as he lifted her and carried her to his waiting bed.
Take 3
Her eyes snapped open to find his eyes inches from hers, and she couldn't look away. It was more than she could take, and she pulled her free hand out from under her neck and placed it gingerly against his face, feeling the heat of his skin with her fingertips. This was all he needed, and with a sure movement, he bent forward and met her lips with his. She savored the feel of him—his lips and his scent and taste—and pressed kiss after kiss onto his mouth. Her fingers twined through his black hair, and his moved around her waist and up her back.
Take 4
Gazing up at him through lowered lashes, she lifted her hand from his, tracing it up his body and along his chest. His eyes grew wide and dark. "My Lord Dragon, you just want to hear me talk about you," she murmured into his ear, hopeful that her playful twist on his nickname didn't have the same effect it had at dinner.
It didn't.
She squealed with the sudden movement of him pressing her down into the couch, but his mouth on her neck turned the sound into a gasp. Lips, tongue, teeth along her neck, her jaw, her ear. He whispered, "I think you're avoiding the question, but no matter. We have time." She quivered. His hands were up her nightgown, on her legs, belly, ribs; hers under his robe, along his arms, neck, back.
Hitomi was at Van's mercy, and he knew it. His warm hands on her body were more than she could resist, and he knew it. So when her husband lifted her in her arms, it was with equal parts excitement and relief that she gazed into his cinnamon eyes as he carried her to his bed for the second time that day.
We'll call this one, Oh crap, they kissed before I was ready.
"I answered your question. I really did marry you for your mountains and your dragons."
"I believe you said that wasn't entirely true." His voice was low and quiet, and he was openly smiling at her. She felt a little panic as she realized she would do a great many things in order to see this smile on her husband's usually stony face— the least of which included sharing something she'd never shared with anyone.
For a moment, she sat bewildered by his beautiful masculinity, from the curve of his mouth to the angles of his face and his exposed chest that she found she very much wanted to touch. Her breath caught and her fingers itched with the desire to reach out.
"Hitomi?"
She saw more than heard her name on his lips and she lifted her fingers to trace them. When she met his cinnamon eyes with hers, his hot fingers stroked her cheek, drawing her to him. Their lips met and he moved his over hers. She tasted him, nipped him, pressed into him, and he began to explore her mouth with his tongue. His hands roamed freely down her body, and she dug her fingers into the muscle of his chest in encouragement. He lifted her onto his lap and began trailing hot kisses down her neck and shoulder as he tugged her robe off. She gripped his face between her hands and lifted it to hers again, pressing a kiss deep with need to his lovely mouth. He lifted her in his arms and she gripped around his neck as he stumbled across the room with her, and together they fell, laughing, onto the bed.
Lol, sorry, I had to end that last one with a little awkward comedy because *fans self*.
Hope you enjoyed!
Cheers!