Kyoko did not doze off when Kuon left. Instead, she was too busy looking at the pictures she captured of him on her phone. Yes, pictures. There were several and Kyoko was scrolling through them with a blush on her cheeks and a smile on her lips. She sighed blissfully and held her phone against her chest.
Even though there was still time, she wanted to get dressed. Rolling off the bed, she padded over to her suitcase. She snickered as she thought about how he moved her in and blushed that she was secretly really happy about it. Groaning at herself, she shook her head and unzipped her suitcase.
Most of the clothes packed were for Setsuka since she would be her for most of these four days. There were only a few ordinary items for her to wear. She started to pull out items and put them away until she revealed a white dress, eyeing it critically. Tossing it towards the bed, she put it as a maybe. The only other outfit she considered was a simple white pair of pants and a black tank top. Lifting the dress once more, she pressed it against her and twisted to look at the mirror. She swayed back and forth with a little smile thinking about dressing up for him.
A visual of Jelly gushing over her dressing up came to view and she frowned. Would it look like I'm trying too hard? It wasn't particularly fancy and it was such a warm day. Who wouldn't want to spend the night in paradise in a pretty dress? Without giving it another thought, she got dressed in the white dress and worked to pack away the remaining clothing.
An hour passed and she had done everything she possibly could do in the hotel room. She even made sure the bed was sand-free. Since she was going out to eat, she couldn't make dinner even though she was hungry. Flipping through the channels and laying down on the bed, she ended up falling asleep. It was 9:30 when her phone chimed beside her head. Blinking, she remembered what was happening and she jerked up to look at her phone.
Tsuruga Ren: All done. We'll be there to pick you up in a few.
Bouncing out of the bed, she ran into the bathroom to freshen up. Kyoko cringed, finding an impression of the bedsheets across her cheek, and her hair sticking up on the left side. Like a blur, she went to work, fixing her hair and even going as far as to cover up the love bites at her neck and collarbone. The dress only had a few straps around her neck, and the jacket did not close. Best to cover everything up. Putting on the last touches, her phone rang. It was Jelly.
"Hello? Kyoko-chan? We've arrived now, so will you head down to the lobby for me?" Jelly spoke to her and Kyoko was already heading out the door.
"I'm on my way!" she proclaimed as she entered the elevator with Jelly on the phone. It came right away and she felt jittery as the elevator descended. Kyoko took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You are being ridiculous! You saw him a few hours ago. Don't be so nervous! She told herself, yet her heart started to race as the door opened to reveal a smiling, cheery Jelly waving at her. Walking with her, Kyoko couldn't help it when her eyes darted all around the parking garage. She wasn't sure if he was waiting in the car or at the restaurant or anything but she couldn't help but look for him. The moment Cain came into view, her heart leaped into her throat, and everything she knew, everything she was supposed to say or do completely disappeared from her mind. She bowed down in greeting not knowing what else to do.
"L-long… it's b-b… I…I-I have been very remiss about calling upon you!" She stammered loudly.
"Geh, why are you being so formal?" Jelly asked confused while Ren chuckled and graced her with a heavenly smile.
"It has been a while," he greeted, making her flush bright red.
The trip to the restaurant was short or perhaps it was simply that Kyoko was trying to keep her heart in her chest long enough not to give anything away. He sat up front with her in the backseat as Jelly drove them. All the while, she sat and looked at him trying to see his blonde hair and green eyes again. It was amazing how different he looked each time: Cain with black hair and grey eyes. Ren with brown hair and eyes, and finally Kuon. She flushed and her hand itched to take out her phone and look at his picture again, so when they were walking from the parking lot to the restaurant, she was still in a daze when he leaned down and spoke to her.
"Thinking about something interesting?" He teased making her flush. Her face instantly turned bright as a tomato.
"N-n-n-no!" she stammered, making him laugh.
"Oh?" he smirked at her. "You seem distracted about something. Did something good happen today?" He leaned forward and whispered huskily in her ear, "I've been thinking about you – about us." He pressed his lips against her ear and the sound of a little kiss resonated in her ear. Kyoko jumped away, protecting her assaulted ear with her hand.
"Ku…Ca… Tsu…" Kyoko pressed her lips together as well as her eyes and huffed. "I don't know what to call you!"
He smirked at her, the heat in his eyes peeking through the black strands of his hair straight into her gut. "You can call me yours," he suggested. She opened her mouth to object but Jelly called out to them.
"Quit dawdling you two, we are going in!"
Kyoko quickly rushed away from the lecherous man. They got a private room with a table that held four comfortably. She struggled to figure out where to sit and hesitated before seeing Jelly grab a chair and instantly sat down next to her. Glancing around the room, her eyes met his and he gave her an adorable little pout and gestured to the seat next to him.
She shook her head, making him sigh as he sat across from her. He sat down and watched her from across the table making it look casual while she squirmed in her seat. Meanwhile, Jelly gushed about ordering an international spread of various foods from around the world. Kyoko did her best to ignore the steady gaze of her lover across the table, instead choosing to focus on keeping up the conversation about the food with Jelly. Ren stayed quiet only speaking when spoken to, but Kyoko was constantly aware of everything he did, including the way he couldn't keep his feet on his side of the table.
The first time he tapped her foot with his, she gasped and jerked her foot away.
"Everything okay?" Jelly asked her with concern and Kyoko quickly waved it off blaming something she ate and sending a glare at the smirking man. But damn his long legs, he gently nuzzled her shin as she took a bite of some random item. While it was probably delicious, she wasn't able to taste it at the moment. Her mind was distracted by his nudging under the table. She looked up at him, rolling her eyes up but not lifting her face and he smiled at her.
With a sigh, she admitted defeat. Kyoko shifted her feet forward. Her feet slipped out from under her chair and placed his outstretched leg between both of hers. Embracing her desire to touch him, she ran her bare calf up his leg slowly easing his slacks up until she reached his knee.
He suddenly coughed, choking on a piece of food at her actions.
"Ren-kun, are you okay?!" Jelly jumped up and quickly placed his glass of water in his hand. He held up his hand to wave her off and quickly drank the glass of water. He looked at Kyoko as he drank the water to clear his throat. She smiled down at her food with humor in her eyes. Even after all that, he didn't move his leg away from her, so she continued. She rubbed her bare leg against his knee up and down before settling back down to hold his leg between hers with her ankles crossed.
The meal continued with both of them rubbing against each other. She even was able to feel his bare skin as she worked the fabric of his pants up his leg. Too distracted by her thoughts, she became aware when Jelly excused herself unexpectedly before ordering their dessert.
"Kyoko-chan, be sure to eat my share too when the ice cream comes," Jelly said as she left.
"Eh!?" Kyoko looked around and flushed as she was suddenly alone with Ren. "Um, she mentioned the bill… is it okay…"
"As the youngest person in the room, you shouldn't worry about that. Let our senior take care of that," he told her as she sat back down with a little flush on her cheeks.
The situation she was now in made her stomach flutter with butterflies. She was very aware of him and tried to break the silence.
"Did you enjoy the meal?" she asked and wanted to roll her eyes at herself. He struggled to eat a tenth of what was on the table.
"Hmm, it was fine, but I preferred my lunch this afternoon," he said suggestively, making her choke as the soup went down the wrong pipe. Ren appeared next to her, his hand firmly patting her back as she struggled to take a breath. As soon as she calmed down, he laughed softly at her.
"Now we are even," he teased as he sat down next to her. She wiped her watery eyes with a napkin and glared at him.
"Bully," she grumbled as she sipped her water. Ren leaned forward with a smirk firmly on his lips. She leaned away with the glass still pressed against her lips. He pulled her chair towards him, the legs making a loud scratching noise against the floor. The glass suddenly disappeared from her hand and her lips and was quickly replaced with his own. She inhaled sharply as he kissed her but she twisted away with a blush.
"Ren, Woods-san will be coming back," she whispered as he pressed minute kisses behind her ear and down her neck.
"Should we leave before she comes back then?" His lips tickled her neck as he spoke. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth as his hand slipped over her bare knee. She clenched her thighs together doing nothing but pinning his long fingers between them.
"Ren, behave," she tried to scold him as she held her skirt down with both hands. He gently bit her ear as his hands glided over her thighs but did not slip under her skirt. Instead, he simply took what she allowed him to touch but it was enough to leave her short of breath. With a sigh, she leaned her head back and offered her lips to him.
His hands gathered her up as his mouth engulfed hers. Her own hands reached out to wrap around his neck, finger sinking into his now black hair. Her back arched as he wrapped his arm around her waist. She could feel him trying to pull her into his lap. His hand snuck up her outer thigh to cup her butt over her panties.
"Ren!" She gasped at the intimate touch and pushed at his arm that squeezed her flesh while he kissed her neck.
"Hello, I have two orders of dondurma," the waiter suddenly called out as he entered the room. Both parties were jerked back into their seats in less than a second. Kyoko was looking down with a red flush and eyes closed praying that he didn't see anything.
Ren quickly answered for them, "Yeah, but could we get it to go?" The waiter quickly agreed and as soon as he left, Ren's hand slipped over her knee again.
"Stop it!" she pinched the back of the hand.
"Ow," he said with a little pout as he pulled his hand back.
"Serves you right," she snapped as she yanked her skirt back down her thighs. "This was why I didn't sit next to you."
He sat facing her and laughed. "And here I thought you did that so you could control yourself."
She gasped. "Excuse me?"
"Hmm," he smiled at her with twinkling eyes. "I believe you were the one rubbing your foot up my thigh."
She flushed. Did I do that? Her toes curled in her shoe as she thought about it. It wasn't like she could reach anything important….
"You started it," she said weakly, making him laugh softly.
"If my casually playing footsie under the table starts things up for you, then I am more than willing to finish it," he promised with a deep voice causing the blood to rush to her face.
"I didn't… you didn't… I'm not…" she sputtered, making him chuckle. He reached out and slipped his hand over hers, making his fingers weave with hers. She risked looking at him and sighed irritably as he smiled humorously at her. He pulled her hand up and she watched him softly kiss the back of it. Her blush and expression softened to something sweet with a soft smile. He pulled her gently towards him and he lightly brushed his lips against hers.
"I love you," he whispered, making her heart skip in her chest.
"I love you too," she replied softly and kissed him.
"Are you two ready to go?" Jelly called to them in a loud voice and the two of them were standing up and gathered their things.
Jelly gave Kyoko more Setsu-like clothing, even after assuring her that she was covered. It didn't matter what Kyoko said, another suitcase handle was being pressed into her hand along with other supplies that Jelly swore Setsuka needed. Kyoko bowed, thanking her for everything she had done today.
"I'll be leaving tomorrow evening, so if you need me for whatever reason, please don't hesitate," Jelly told her. "You're in the final stretch of Tragic Marker, so good luck!"
Kyoko smiled brightly and thanked her again.
"Woods-san," Ren called to her and she frowned at the use of her name. "Will you be seeing the president when you return?"
She eyed him suspiciously. "Um, I'm not sure…"
"Could you relay a message for me?" She frowned about to snap, but he continued, "Tell him this for me please: As far as I can see, neither light nor darkness exists in my life. The future I now see is full of splendor."
While she didn't understand, she promised to do so and Jelly left with another wave goodbye.
With the new suitcase being carried by Ren, Kyoko ran his words through her head for the millionth time as they quietly walked down the hallway.
"Ren," she called out to him and he glanced at her. "What did your message mean?"
Rather than looking at him, she was timidly looking down. She was debating on asking, wondering if it was something that he would answer or if she even had the right to know. It was a message to the president, not to her. So when he reached out and took her hand, her heart almost stopped with her feet.
She looked at his hand first. His fingers slipped between hers, soft strong fingers weaved together with her smaller digits and held her hand palm to palm. Her eyes already started to water as she lifted her eyes slowly following the length of his arm, up to his shoulder, across to his chin and her breath hitched as she saw his face.
He was smiling softly down at her, lips spread across his perfect teeth. The endearing smile reached up to his eyes, Cain's grey eyes sparkled, shining so brightly as they captured hers. Love, adoration, devotion, yearning. Her chest hurt as her heart slammed within its cage and her face flushed hot with the look he was giving her. He lifted their twisted hands, and she watched him gently close his eyes. She gasped as his lips pressed against the back of hers. He blinked hazy eyes at her and dropped their combined hands down to this heart.
"What do you think it means?" he whispered gently to her.
Tears flooded her eyes and she gently shook her head. "I didn't do anything. I'm not... I'm not anything…" she stuttered and Ren yanked her into his arms.
"You are everything," he said with a rumble in his chest. He let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her. "You don't need to do or say anything. I just need you here. I need you right here in my life. You brought the colors back into my black and white life. I love you."
Kyoko jumped up and kissed him. The kiss was salty with the tears streaming down her face. But the strength of his arms, the soft press of his lips, and the warmth that enveloped her so completely made her feel safe and loved. More so now than she had ever felt in her life.
The suitcase was left forgotten by the door and the light was never turned on. Ren was sitting on the bed with Kyoko straddling his lap. With her tongue twisting with his between their lips, she pulled off his jacket or was trying to. She found the scarf that wrapped around his neck and pulled it free, but other things were preventing its removal. Her fingers slipped between the tears allowing her to feel him but not completely. She pulled away from his lips panting and looked down at him. Strips of his torn-up shirt were somehow tied to his jacket and the whole thing was moving back and forth across his chest randomly.
"How do you take this off?"
He smiled and looked down at his shirt. "It took me about twenty minutes trying to figure out how to put it on," he confessed. "Even then I'm not entirely sure I have it right."
"So then overhead?" she asked as her fingers raised one of the many edges of his shirt and started to gather it up to his stomach and chest. Thinking she had a hold of it, she shoved it over his head and it got caught awkwardly around his neck and bunched up at his shoulders.
Kyoko laughed as she continued to maneuver more leftover strips over his head until it was finally all behind him. Now all she had to do was shove it off his shoulders and down his arms. He yanked his arms out once it reached his wrists and she tossed it to the side.
"That was awful," she said with a giggle. "I like the zipper one better."
He smiled up at her. "I agree. Let's see if yours is as difficult to remove."
"I promise you it's not," she teased and quickly took off the little jacket. His hands quickly covered her revealed skin. His right hand swept up and cradled her neck as his mouth darted in and started to lick and nibble down the other side. She moaned, her eyes closed and her hips instinctively shifted against him. He groaned as his hand dropped to her hip, fingers squeezing her tightly. Reaching out, she grabbed his face, mouth open, and twisted to slip her tongue along with his. Shifting above him, trying to get closer to him as his hands slipped under her dress sending trembles through her body as bare hands finally touched her.
A soft moan slipped into his mouth as he reached her rib cage. The heat of his hand so close to her breast made her pull back from their heated exchange. She lifted her arms over her head waiting for him to push the dress off of her. Smiling up at her, he lifted his hands, his thumbs slipping over her breast and stalling as they both hit her nipples. She gasped as he toyed with her. His thumbs rubbed her hardened tips, circled and teased them under her dress.
"Kuon," she whimpered, her arms still raised, making him growl. He jerked the dress off of her, the tied knot at the back of her neck pulling a few strands of her hair, but she didn't care. It was hard to care as he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her tightly against him, and spun them around to land firmly on the bed. Her breath was stolen as he caged her within him with the need, the want was plainly shown on his face.
Mine.
She shivered under that hungry gaze staring down at her nearly naked body. She licked her lips as her eyes darted to every inch of him – his muscled chest, the flat plains of his abs, his wide strong shoulders. Her hands reached out and touched every place her eyes went and he groaned at the feel of it. How could someone like her, so small, so simple, so Kyoko make a man as magnificent as him weak to the touch? And yet… she bit her lip as her hands tickled down the side of his body. He hung his head down as she touched him until she boldly slipped her hands past the edge of his slacks and cupped his hard arousal.
He groaned out her name, "Kyoko." The low deep thick sound of it made things inside of her body tighten. She experimentally touched him. Her small hand stroked the length of him through his slacks and his hips moved towards her, to help or simply urge her on. It worked. Or maybe everything that he did simply did it for her because she wanted to do more for him. She wanted to make him move, to hear him moan, to watch him wither and squirm and cum at her hand. He lifted his head and caught her sight. Kyoko looked up at grey eyes and blinked up at him as he moved down to kiss her.
Wrong. This is wrong.
She withdrew her hand and he whimpered softly and then stopped completely as her fingers pressed against his lips. A slight frown marred his forehead, curious about her actions.
"Your contacts," she told him and licked her lips. "Remove them," she demanded.
He nodded and slipped off the bed. She got up to her knees which distracted him slightly as he turned to look at her. She saw his eyes gaze at her body, take in her breast, her waist, and the sweet white cotton and lace panties she wore. His fingers reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out the contact case that he carried with him. Begrudgingly, he walked to the mirrored dresser to set the case down and unscrew the caps. Kyoko crawled to the edge of the bed and found that she could see herself in the mirror. A blush colored her face due to her lack of apparel and it deepened when she caught Kuon looking at her reflection too. He smirked and then lifted his hand to his eye. She watched him. Fingers expertly pulled back the lid and pinch the lens out. He blinked several times with watery eyes as he put the lens into the case. He did the same to the other and a moment later, Kuon's green eyes were staring back at her through that mirror.
Kyoko let out a shaky breath and her hand flew up to her heart as it beat erratically at the sight of it. He turned to face her and her eyes quickly jumped up to his face to keep those green eyes within view. A soft smile graced his lips, as he stalked toward her.
"Better," he asked with a knowing smile, making her want to tease him as he always does.
She shrugged, mimicking that obnoxious way of dismissing something, and said, "It's not the same without the blonde hair, but it will do."
He barked out a laugh and then lunged at her, bending low at the waist, his arms outstretched as he grabbed her from under her butt, lifted her high over his shoulder, and dropped them both to the middle of the bed with Kyoko squealing in laughter.
He kissed her, hard and thoroughly making her moan. Her body instantly wrapped itself around him wanting to be with him, to feel and touch as much as she could. He pulled back with a Cain-like smirk on his lips.
"I promise to make you feel just as good as that other guy," Cain grumbled, making Setsu pout.
"No one can make me feel as good as you, Nii-san," she cooed as she dragged her finger over his lips making them part slightly. "Especially with this mouth of yours."
Growling, he dived in towards her neck and wrapped his lips around the pulse point of her neck. Her laughter turned into a whimper as he started to suck. Her fingers sank into his black hair and clenched almost as tightly as her core did at the feel of him.
With a pop, he licked her skin and moved up to kiss her lips. Their act was gone again leaving only the feeling of them together, their lips, their touch, their need. The feel of heated skin rubbing against each other. The wet kisses they seared on their flesh. The heat was building inside of each of them as they fed off each other's desires. Kyoko flipped Kuon over and straddled his waist. Her hands drove up and down his skin causing his own body to tremble beneath her. She leaned down and flicked her tongue over his left nipple. The little pebble hardened instantly under her mouth. Her lips curled around it as she sucked making him groan slightly. With a little sip of her lips, she let it go and bit down slightly beside it. Her hands sunk to the button of his slacks as her mouth marked him. Their promise not to leave evidence of their love is long gone. She wanted to see herself on him. Scratches of her making on his skin, her lips bruised on his flesh.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Her mouth reached her hands and she finally started to pull his pants down with gusto. He lifted his hips, and she carefully pulled him free. His erection bounced from his underwear and stretched up towards his belly button as she pulled his slacks down his thighs and crawled off the bed to be rid of them for the night.
Her eyes were solely on her prize as she crawled back up over him. Her body clenched remembering the feel of him inside of her. This big, long, thick piece of him was inside of her – driving into her wet little body over and over again. She moaned without thought as her face reached his cock, her body already tingling with the sensation of him being with her once again. Realizing what she did, she flushed and quickly tried to mask her humiliation by licking him.
Kuon gave a soft moan as she stroked the length of him with her tongue. From the base to the very tip, a long sure stroke made his body tense up instantly underneath her. She did not hesitate, but did it again and then a third time. Each felt amazing but each one made him want to hold her down and fuck her mindlessly.
"Kyoko, grab me, suck me, or stop and let me fuck you the way we both need right now," he groaned without thinking, without realizing that he was saying the words out loud instead of in his head. He stilled as silence met his words and he took a breath to retract them. He looked down at her on her hands and knees and she nodded.
"Three. Number three. Yes, please," she stammered and Kuon snapped. He reached out and grabbed her forearm. She was jerked forward on top of him and hit with a burning kiss that will probably show up as a bruised lip for each of them. Neither cared as Kuon twisted them around and his hands quickly pulled down her panties. Not even passing her knees, his fingers quickly slipped between her folds and Kyoko cried out as the first wave of pleasure hit.
"You are so fucking wet," he rumbled as his fingers slipped over her folds, inside of her pussy, and back out to circle over her clit. "Tell me. What do you want? Do you want to cum? Right now? Or do you want me inside of you? Filling you? Fucking you till are too weak to stand?"
"Yes," she moaned as her hips twitched and jerked against his hand. "I want you," she breathed and then pulled his hand away from her core. She met his stormy green eyes with her golden ones as she pulled his hand up to her lips. "I want you inside of me every time, all the time until I don't know who I am anymore." She sucked his fingers into her mouth, tasting her honeyed arousal from his fingers and he moaned. Her tongue licked off her taste, twisting around each finger and then slowly slipping his wet digits out from her flush red lips.
"You are going to kill me," he groaned as he darted down and attacked. His lips kiss, his tongue licked and his teeth nibbled on any and every place he could get at. She giggled as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards him positioning her underneath him as he needed. That little laugh was cut short the moment he nestled the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in. Her head threw back and her voice cried out as the tip of him slipped inside of her.
"Don't come yet, my love. Not until I'm completely inside of you," he purred and thrust a little deeper. He took it slow, not wanting to hurt her even though she seemed willing. He dragged his hands over her body, sliding up to play with her breast as he reveled in the feel of her wrapped around half his cock. She panted below him sweetly, her eyes closed and her head twisted to the side. Her hands were raised beside her head willingly giving herself to the monster above her.
"Kyoko," he called out to her. Heated gold eyes blinked up at him and her face flushed delicately with a smile. He leaned over, feeling himself sinking in deeper, and took her hands into his. Staring into her eyes, he rocked his hips and watched her eyes closed and a soundless breath spill from her lips. Her hands tightened around his as he filled her completely. She rocked her hips gently against his and he could feel her squeeze him from within making him shudder a sigh from his lips.
He wanted to kiss her, wanted to feel her against him as they made love. He slipped his hands down her arms, over her breasts, towards her belly. She squirmed at his touch, making him jerk against her at every motion. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up onto his lap. His hands glided down her legs making her straddle his hips. Kyoko moaned as he slipped deeper within her and given free rein her own body took over. She moved instantly, making his head swim. She remembered. The way he told her to move on their first night. Rock hard, fast, and don't stop.
"God," he moaned as she ground her hips with him deep inside of her. He moved to meet her. His thighs flexed to push up. Her body jerked up in his arms, her little breasts bouncing, her nipples tickling his chest as she moved. His forearm placed at the small of her back tensed as he struggled to keep her close as she moved. His right hand clawed up her body and gripped her breast making her moan. He leaned his forehead down over hers, the heat of their breath mixing in a fog between them. He raised his hand to cup her jaw and they stilled their hips as they kissed.
With lips open wide, their tongues twisted and licked each other, tasting and feeling. Kyoko panted as they parted and she twisted up to look up at him. Her hands reached out and cupped his face and kissed him again. A soft press of her lips and a sweet sweep of her tongue made him open his mouth and give chase, but she pulled back with a smile. He pulled her closer to him, making her hips rock against him. She gasped and her eyes fluttered slightly. He leaned in to kiss her as he distracted her with his hips. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth as he rocked up to make her compliant.
She groaned when he let go of her lip and lazily opened her eyes. She hooked her arms around his neck and started to dance against him, making him hiss as she moved.
"I love you, Kuon," she whispered to him as her body increased in tempo. Kuon moaned and dropped Kyoko back. He didn't let her go though, her hip still raised in his arm, her legs hooked around his waist with only her shoulders and head hitting the bedsheets. She cried out as he took over, his desires slamming into her with abandonment as he groaned above her. She knew he was talking, but her voice had drowned him out. Biting her lip, she tried to stay quiet even though the waves of pleasure kept forcing little sounds through her mouth.
"Kyoko. Kyoko. God," he mumbled under his breath softly into sheets. "So good," he moaned as his hips started to jerk harder against her. He leaned back changing the position and her mind went blank at the new feeling. Her voice cried out and she felt her body spasm into orgasm, her hands twisting in the bedsheets. Kuon moaned, feeling her explode around him. He closed his eyes and leaned over her once again seeking out his release.
Both spent from earlier that day and now, they settled down on the bed with Kyoko tucked into his arms. Kyoko hummed softly, feeling content. She shifted against him as closely as she possibly could. Kuon smiled as he nuzzled her hair and kissed her softly. Never before in his entire life had he felt so content, complete, relaxed, fulfilled, and satisfied all at the same time. His heart drummed steadily in his chest as the scent of her filled his lungs, the feel of her body lining up along his. It was everything he had ever dreamed of.
"I love you," he whispered.
Kyoko hummed again, "I love you too, Kuon."
He smiled loving the sound of those words being tied to his real name. "I didn't mean to wake you up," he mumbled.
She shifted to her back and lifted her hand to cup his face. "You didn't," she reassured him with a sweet smile. Her thumb caressed his cheek and dipped down to touch the corner of his mouth. His smile widened and he turned to press a peck on her thumb and then leaned down to kiss her lips softly.
"Are you ready for tomorrow? Day one of the final days," she said with a little excitement in her voice.
"I'm as ready as I will ever be. It's not like I have lines to memorize," he said casually. His hand covered her stomach, alternatively stroking, caressing, and tickling her soft flesh.
"Lines are not difficult, it's delivery," she said as she ran her hands up his arm feeling the soft blonde fuzz that crawled up it. "The way you soundlessly move towards them. How you glide through the shadows without being seen." She lazily dragged her fingers across his chest. "I love watching you act. I get so caught up in the scene that you've made me jump several times when you appear out of nowhere. Thankfully no one is looking at me."
"That's funny," he commented with a sarcastic tone.
"What?" she prompted.
"Because every time I look over at you, there are at least a half dozen people looking at you."
She snorted, making his smile turn real at the cute sound. "They are not, and even if they are it's only because of how outrageous I look. I doubt they dress like that in England either."
His fingers tickled their way up her torso between her breasts and to her chin. "They look at you because you are gorgeous. Setsu simply shows off the goods more than you do."
Kyoko flushed and tucked her chin down to nip at his thumb causing him to jerk his hand back. He returned it to rest on her stomach. "You make that sound like a bad thing. I'm 17…."
Kuon groaned. He hung his head down at her shoulder as she continued.
"…and I happen to be in fashion with my style thank you very much." She defended. "At least within my budget," she amended. She poked his head making him groan again, "What's with you?"
"I'm a dirty old man taking advantage of an underage girl," he bemoaned.
"The sexy playboy seduces another one of his co-stars," she teases, making him jerk his head up.
"I have never slept with any of my co-stars," he stated in all seriousness and then licked his lips and quietly added, "since I arrived in Japan."
"When was that?" she asked the conversation slowly turning to something more serious.
"15," he replied softly as he rested his head back on the bed looking above her head staring at nothing above it. He felt her touch him casually. It was that casual touch of his naked body that kept him from shaking, kept his heart down in his chest, and the fear at bay.
"Blonde, Green eyes, yet you can pull off Japanese, so you are half Japanese, half…" she let the words drop off and glanced up at him for an answer. When she noticed that he wasn't looking at her, she lifted her hand to comb back a few strands of his hair that fell in front of his face. He blinked at the gesture but didn't look down at her.
"Russian, American, Japanese," he answered and then added with some humor, "I'm a mutt."
"Aren't mutts usually healthier than the pure breeds?" she reasoned then pulled herself up to bite his chin. "And you are one very healthy mutt," she purred, making him laugh. A laugh that came from his heart. He looked down at her now with soft but sad eyes. Her mind wandered as her hands mindlessly stroked his hair at the back of his neck. His eyes closed at the quiet serenity of being with her.
"Then Father is either half Russian or American," she said out loud as if simply voicing a thought. It took a moment for Kuon's foggy brain to connect the dots but the moment he did, his whole body stiffened.
Kyoko chose to ignore the reaction but her lips did quirk into a smile a little. Instead, she continued to guess at his lineage. "So your mother could be any of the three. I'm tempted to say she was fully American. Maybe one of those tall blonde California girls like they show in those rock music videos."
The image that Kyoko painted of his mother had him bark out in laughter causing her to jump at the loud sudden sound erupting from him. It took him a moment to calm down and when he did, he hugged her soundly, burying his face in her hair and her face in his chest.
"While she is a tall blonde, that image does not at all describe her. My father is Japanese/American. My mother is Russian. My grandparents immigrated to the states before they had her, so she is a first-generation Russian American," he explained then sighed. He cradled her head with the palm of his hand and scratched her scalp thinking. Thinking about how he should phrase it.
"Kyoko," he started and she twisted her head so that her face was turned up, her ear pressed against the beating of his heart. There was no hiding how nervous he was from her now. "What is my name?"
"Kuon," she answered, making him want to groan but then she continued in a very soft almost guilty voice, "Hizuri."
He pulled her head back, his hands sandwiching her face, and found her almost in tears. "Why are you crying?"
"Because," she said softly and cast her gaze down even if she couldn't move her head much. "I was supposed to wait until you felt ready to tell me." Her eyes nervously glanced up at him. "Are you upset that I figured it out?"
He smiled and then a slow laugh bubbled from his chest until it became loud and filled with relief and joy. "No, my love." He hugged her. "I'm not upset, my brilliant darling woman." Pulling back again, he kissed her softly. "When did you figure it out?"
Kyoko blushed. "Shortly after you left as I was looking at the pictures you gave me. Father," she hesitated and looked down as she continued, "when he gave me the assignment to act as his son -as Kuon, so when you told me your name, it clicked."
It was his turn to timidly look away. "Now that you know, how do you feel about that? Knowing who I am. Who my father is."
She pushed herself from her position and made him roll over onto his back. Crawling over him, she looked down at him dead in the face, "Tonight should have answered that question already." She leaned down and softly kissed him. "Kuon, I'm right here. Willingly kissing you, wanting to touch you, to be touched by you. I love you, Kuon Hizuri."
Kuon sat up and kissed her. His heart jumped into his throat and slipped past his lips and into her soul. She owned it. There was no question or doubt that he would freely give everything to this woman. She didn't even have to ask, he would strive to give her everything. His hands grabbed her and held her as he hungrily as kissed her. Her body molded and moved to his touch, his demand. He honestly didn't have it in himself to make love to her again, but he wanted to. He wanted to be with her again. To touch her and hold her and never let her go.
They kissed each other softly. Their hands tenderly touched each other as they laid back down on the bed. Their actions did not get heated, instead lovingly caressed and kissed until they fell asleep.