MUGEN
Sleep
.
We've made love a bit ago, and you remain on the futon, laying on your back with both hands linked above your stomach. I observe you, your eyes closed and your breathing paced, to the point you seem to be asleep. The light provided by the fire dancing in the hearth, illuminates your chin and the wandering lock of hair on your forehead, sweetening your features.
"You should sleep." You say, suddenly, startling me a little.
"I'm not sleepy." You tell you. Your eyes remain closed.
"Tomorrow you will be, and you'll be in a foul mood." You warn with calm.
"That's not true." I defend, almost with a pout you can't see, yet the soft curve on your smile tells me you've heard it in my voice.
"It is." You open one eye and turn a bit towards me. "The same way it happened many times in your time; you'd stay until late with your books, not sleeping, and the next day you couldn't even suffer yourself."
"It's not true." I try to keep my denial, despite knowing you are right.
"Yes, it is. I had to swallow a lot of dirt due to the spells you'd throw at me, every time you were irascible." You insist.
Curiously, the truth hurts me, and pride tries to make itself part of the conversation.
"My foul mood had nothing to do with the osw..."
You've turned around completely, and place two fingers on my lips to avoid what I was about to say.
"I'm sorry, sometimes I forget the spell is still active." My pride recedes as quickly as it was brought forth. Your fingers caress my lips, parting them, keeping your gaze fixed on the gesture. "I could take the necklace off." I offer, not for the first time.
You shake your head, refusing.
"The kotodama no nenju protects you from me, if I ever turn. It also protects me from hurting you." Your voice has turned serious all of a sudden, and I know in your mind the ghost of danger has appeared.
"I'm still not sleepy." I catch the tip of your fingers between my lips, trying to bring back your attention.
You look at me, the golden of your eyes observing, then shining with comprehension. A smile appears on your features, that way it does when you choose to let passion take control.
"We are going to have to do something about it." Your voice turns possessive.
You take place above me, and I turn to look at you directly. You hold your weight with your extended arms, and your knees seek to create a space between my legs, a space I refuse to grant immediately.
"Don't you want to?" The question becomes obsolete even before of being brought forth.
"Yes."
"Then...?"
"Convince me."
I demand, and you take on the challenge, bending directly towards my breast, and I know myself lost when I feel your warm breath on my nipple right before you take it into your mouth. I give in, and hear you smiling in the instant you fit your sex between my legs, and feel how it hardens little by little before the sway or your hips.
"Tomorrow, you'll be in a foul mood." You mutter when you draw closer to kiss my neck.
"Oh, shut up." I demand, rising my legs to surround your waist.
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A/N
They are inevitable.
Kisses,
Anyara.
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