Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne..... someone else does obviously...
Dedication: To all those who love me and my stories... I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
~*~Chapter 4~*~
**Ransom**
It was her soft even breathing that had awoken him. He found himself in pitch darkness, laying on something soft that sagged beneath his weight and... someone else. Van blinked a few times, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. When they finally came through, he tried to sit up, but something light, yet heavy at the same time caused him to lay back down on the soft feather pillow.
Warm breath fanned his neck and entered through the opening of his shirt to travel down the length of his bronzy coloured, muscular chest, Van lifted his hand and ended up wincing in the process. His entire right arm had fallen asleep with someone's head resting on it, using it as a pillow no doubt.
Van reached out with his free arm and ended up placing it on something that curved downwards and then went up. He trailed his fingers along the deep curve and immediately realized that it was someone's waist.
" Hitomi... ", Van breathed the name as he bent over to plant a soft, tender kiss to her forehead, inhaling her light scent that she always wore.
With his free hand, Van reached up and gently stroked her cheek, tracing her bottom lipm sometimes playing with it, gently, almost barely touching it as he flicked it up and down watching it, slightly awestruck as how beautiful she was and would always be, no matter who or what said.
Hitomi moaned lightly wrinkled her nose as she tried to snuggle to the warm, powerfully built body for warmth that wasn't being given to her. Van noticed what she was trying to do and he moved in closer for her so she wouldn't have to go to the trouble. He laid there for probably hours watching her make funny faces while she slept, showing the emotions she was expressing in her dreams.
At times her bottom lip would stick out like a pout, then her brow would crinkle in confusion or concentration, or she would sneer in her sleep. The one emotion Van hadn't expected to see coming from her was pain. She had expressed that through the lone tear that slid down her cheek to land on his arm and then slide off that to be soak up by the cotton sheets.
The only time that Van had seen Hitomi cry was when he had gone to the Mystic Moon while he was doing the Dragon Slaying Rite to become King of Fanelia. He remembered it as if it were only yesturday; he stood there, Drag-Energist in left hand and his sword in his right hand.
Hitomi stared at him, wide eyed, mouth open in disbelief as she continued to gap at him before shaking her head hard and then screaming at him. Screaming at him about him not caring about her caring weither he died or not. She had even had the guts to call him pig-headed.
Right to his face! A King!
But, her sudden outburst had shocked him beyond belief and he had felt his hard expression soften as he watched her crying softly for him, in fear that he could've died that night, never being able to experience what it would've been like to feel whole with someone... someone like Hitomi Kanzaki.
Van chuckled as the memory slowly faded away and then he sighed. He has a child. A child of his own who he could spoil and tease and then spoil some more, and maybe a wife... is Hitomi agreed, that is. But the question is... would she actually agree to marrying him after he disappeared from her life for four whole years straight?
Van shrugged that worry away and only replaced it with a new one; What about Isabella not knowing who her real father was? What would she do then? Would she tell Hitomi that she doesn't want a daddy anymore? Or would she welcome him back into her life with open arms?
Hitomi coughed lightly and then flipped onto her side, putting her back Van. Van stared at her back and was slightly surprised when he count somewhat see her spine outlined by the gown she still wore. Van wrapped his arm that she was laying on still around her front and brought her back towards him.
He pressed her back into the front of his body and closed his eyes in happiness as he wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her close, suddenly afraid of losing her, for he had already lost contact with her for four years already.....
***
Hitomi yawned lightly and slowly opened her eyes to find herself staring at the strong jawline of a masculine face that had sleep flushed cheeks, closed eyes, lashes laying neatly on the cheeks, parted lips, pitch black hair falling in front of the face.
Hitomi carefully sat up and tilted her head to the side as she watched him sleep. She absentmindedly nodded her head slowly, as if suddenly captivated with the angel that was laid before her. Hitomi reached over, outstrtched a hand, and placed a soft fingertip to the bottom lip. She slowly began to inch it forward into his mouth, nibbling on her own bottom lip the whole time.
Hitomi must've taken a long blink, for she didn't know what had happened and how she ended up straddling Van. All she felt was something warm and inviting skim her fingertip softly then large, strong hands on her small waist. She was then hoisted in the air and then dropped down on something firm, yet soft if you kneaded it enough.
The hands didn't remove themselves from her waist she her eyes shot open. Hitomi found herself staring down into the grinning face of Van Slanzar de Fanel. He laid there, grinning like he was going to get something as he kept Hitomi straddled on top of him.
" Van! What in the world are you doing? ", Hitomi exclaimed as she began to squirm against Van's sudden arousal as she felt it beginning to throb beneath her, suddenly uncovering a sudden urge from deep within.
Van chuckled and gave an innocent shrug of his shoulders as he firmly gripped her hips and pushed her down onto him, half groaning as he did so, his eyes half lidded in passion as he stared up at her. Hitomi bit her lip from moaning. Oh, how she wanted it, how she wanted HIM. Only him...
Hitomi closed her eyes and tried not throw her head back in pleasure as Van's thumbs began to gently massage the insides of her thighs. So close....
" V-van.... we... we can't... ", Hitomi protested as his hands began to make their way up behind her back, causing her to lean forward, towards him.
Van stared into her eyes with such love, hunger and passion that she feeling like she was going to lose her self-control for a moment and rip his shirt from his chest.
" Come now, Hitomi.... I don't think you're going to be able to fight these urges. I've tried all night and I've managed to survive till now... now, I can't wait any longer, and I'm sure you can't either. Can't you feel it? Can't you feel what you're doing to me.... with just one little touch, my whole world changes because of that one litte... touch.. ", he whispered in a low husky passion filled voice as his searching fingers found the zipper to the back of her gown and began to pull down slowly.
Hitomi swallowed and stared at him. Perhaps he was right about that. She bent down, placing her hands on either side of his head as her mouth was only centimeters away. Van stared deep into her eyes and lifted his mouth to grab hers in a kiss, but Hitomi jerked back up and stared down at his confused and hurt expression.
Hitomi suddenly reached down with both hands and literally tore his shirt open. She plunged her hands into the hidden folds of the shirt and felt the flesh, caressing it as she had done four years ago. She then exported her hands from his chest and abdomen to grab his chin roughly and press her lips to his in a new, wild demand.
Van was a little shocked at first but he only smirked, " So.. you want rough, huh? Well... I'll give you rough, Hitomi Kanzaki, and you're going to like it! ", he whispered against her lips as he reached down, grasped her hips and thrusted them down hard onto his throbbing member.
Hitomi moaned loudly against his lips and kissed him deeper, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, invading all the sweet private areas that such a warm, moist cave could hold. She pressed her tongue to his, taunting him to chase her, to play a little game of tag. He did just that.
Hitomi rocked Van slowly, rather torturous as they kissed. Van groaned against her and bucked his hips everynow and then, telling her that he wanted her right there and then, but she only shook her head and rocked him harder, torturing him even more as she continued to rock him, getting harder and agreesive more and more each time.
Suddenly Van shook his head. He didn't want to play her game, he wanted to play his game. This he would be good at. He quickly lifted his upped torso off the bed effortlessly while Hitomi continued to rock him, slipping his torn shirt from his arms and tossing it to the floor as he slipped an arm around Hitomi's waist, causing her to arch it back.
As Hitomi arched her back, Van bent low and scooped one of her peaked breasts into his mouth. Through the fabric he suckled greedily, almost as if he were a hungry babe and wanting food. Hitomi's hands found her way to the back of his neck and there, she tangled her long fingers in his hair and pushed his head down some more, urging him to take more of her in.
Van nibbled on the stiff nipple that poked through the fabric of her gown. Hitomi's breathing came out in gasps now as she moaned everynow and then whenever Van would suckle her or nip her in the right spot. Van pulled his mouth from her breast and looked at her. Her head was thrown back, her soft lips parted slightly in pleasure, her hair all over the place over her head. He like it.
Van released his arm from around her waist and slipped two fingers unnder the thin straps of the summerdress. He looked at her and she nodded her head, never tearing her eyes from his as he memorized every naked part of her body. The two straps now slid down her arms and then Van reached down to tug the bottom of the dress from underneath her butt.
Hitomi lifted her rear an inch or so and Van managed to slip the dress from her body. A cold drift flushed over her warm, flushed skin, cooling it somewhat as Van took in the nakedness that he had loved so much four years ago. She was still in her panties but he ignored that at the moment.
Van licked his lips and then slipped his arm around her waist, arching her back again. He drew her other breast into his mouth and began to suckle that one, this time tasting flesh instead of some laundry soap. His tongue flicked out as he outlined the rosy-pink nipple, taking the hard nub between his teeth and tenderly biting down, receiving a loud gasp or groan from his writhering lover in his arms.
Hitomi bucked her hips against his now, telling him to come in for the kill. Van bucked his hips back against hers and he groaned as he felt his hardness strain terribly against his boxers and pants all at once. Hitomi sensed this and reached down with trembling hands to unbuckle his belt. She pulled the belt from belt holder around the top of the pants and tossed it to the ground.
She then moved down to undo the button and then unzip the zipper. Van quickly flipped Hitomi onto her back and laid within the folds of sheets and blankets that decorated her king-sized bed. He took his mouth from her breast and placed it on hers, kissing her deeply as he tried to slip his pants off with one hand.
No use at all.
Hitomi suddenly let out a giggle and she helped him, eager to get him loose and into the open. Suddenly the pants were thrown across the room, along with the black wet boxers. The only thing seperating them were her underwear which had become wet. Van gazed down at Hitomi and then bent down to shower her face with kisses.
Hitomi closed her eyes and lifted her face so she could feel them as she felt his hard member rub over the top of her underwear. She moaned with need as did he. Van reached down and slip a finger beneath the white elastic band of her panties and began to slide them down.
Van sat up while doing this while Hitomi laid there watching him closely as he unveiled her womanhood for the second time in four years. He licked his lips in anticipation and bent down low and place his mouth to the wet ebony curls at the junction between her legs.
Hitomi sucked in a sharp breath and let it out as a hiss through clenched teeth as Van's tongue flicked out to taste them, to taste her. It went farther. His seeking tongue slid completely out of his mouth to slid down the length of her womanhood, rubbing up against the little nub that sent white sparks of passion to her eyes as she closed them tightly, moaning as Van began to spread her legs with his hands, never breaking the contact that his tongue had with her.
Van quickly slipped her underwear the rest of the way, off her long legs and chucked it into the pile of their clothes that assorted the floor. He quickly and firmly grabbed Hitomi's thighs and lifted her lower half off the bed, placing the back of her thighs to rest on his shoulders as he positioned his mouth at her opening.
Hitomi whimpered suddenly as Van began to lap her hungrily. Never in her entire life had she ever known him to do something like this. It was wonderful. It was heaven. It was pure bliss! His tongue lapped and lapped, pressing harder each time he lapped her. Sometimes he would even raked the tip of his tongue at her opening and she begged him by whimpering.
Van slid his tongue into her, tasting out her core, her self-being. The more he liked, the farther he drove, the deeper he dug, causing Hitomi to grip the bedsheets beneath her in a deathgrip. In and out, in and out. That was the normal rhythm that they would've gone to, but there was a knock at the door that caused Van to quickly delocate his tongue after it going numb from all the cum he had been lapping up.
Hitomi gasped and then cursed loudly. Van laid her back down onto the bed before covering her up with one of the sheets. The doorknob turned and then the door was pushed wide open.
Rutha looked around the room, her eyes still bloodshot from crying, surprised but not really by the clothes littering the floor. The tall man standing behind her was utterly shocked that he pushed past her and stumbled into the room, his deep blue eyes landing on the two lumps in the bed, covered clumsily by sheets and blankets.
" H-hitomi? ", the unknown man asked, his voice trembling.
Hitomi gasped loudly and slowly began to push the covers over her head to see who that voice belonged to. She remembered it from somewhere but where? As she poked her head out, the first thing she saw was the long blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, then the cold deep blue eyes that the mouth that was set in a grim line of determination.
" A-a-allen!?! ", Hitomi cried out in surprise as she stared at him, mouth almost hitting the bed.
Allen eyed her and nodded, " Yeah... where have you been all these years? ", he demanded.
Hitomi pursed her lips, " Allen! I'm not the young fifteen year old girl you remember me to be. I've grown up and that marriage arrangement was a mistake! ", she nearly shouted at him.
Van's head quickly popped out from the covers and he stared at Allen, reddish-brown wide in surprise, pitch black hair all over the place, " What are you doing here, Allen? "
Allen looked at Van, " I thought you were dead? "
Van shook his head and narrowed his eyes, " That's what everyone thought. But... here I am... in the flesh.... nude... "
Hitomi's cheeks went warm and she dropped her eyes to the quilt. Allen watched her and then brought his attention to Van, " You guys aren't safe here anymore.... ", his voice low.
Hitomi's head shot up and she stared at Allen. Van stared at him as well, " And why not? "
Rutha sniffled lightly and Hitomi looked around Allen's tall, wide form to take in the crying woman. Only one thing would make her cry.
' Isabella!! ', a voice screamed inside the back of her mind.
" R-rutha? Are you alright, dear? ", Hitomi asked as she went to get off the bed to go comfort the older woman, but Van grasped her elbow, drawing her back into the bed.
Van turned his attention back at Allen, " Now... explain to us why we aren't safe here anymore? "
Allen's face was grave and dead serious as he reached back into the back pocket of his Caeli Jacket and pulled out a clumsily folded note, " Ransom note.... Isabella wasn't in her room.... Rutha couldn't get to you, she was tied up and gagged in a linen closet in the basement, Van. "
Hitomi paled incredibly and began to shake uncontrolablly. She whirled her face to the side as she faced Van, searching his face as he faced her, " S-she's come back for her.... Alma's come back for her! They kidnapped my only baby and now they're going to perform those h-horrible experiments on her! No!! ", she shrieked at him, tears freely running down her face.
Van's heart slowed down to a rate where he thought he would keel over and die on the spot. His child, his only daughter was missing, and he didn't know what Hitomi meant by experiments. He reached over and grabbed Hitomi fiercely in a hug that would not even stop her from trembling. He himself began to tremble.
Van was scared now. He had never been this scared in his entire life. Hitomi was quickly falling apart and it was all because someone named Alma had taken their child to perform strange experiments on her. Van smoothed back her hair as she sobbed wildly into his bare chest. He looked at Allen and watched as something slid into his deep blue eyes, causing them to look almost evil.
Van now began to tremble.....
(A/N**: And no.... they're going to perform those kind of experiments on Isabella... not the same ones as those that were done of Celena Schezar to turn her into Dilandau Albatou. I'm just telling you now... whatcha think? Pretty tricky with all that sex in the beginning then it gets interupted by some man who's been gone for the past two years, and what's worse! Isabella was taken away.... leaving only a simply scribbled note for a ransom.... What will happen to poor Isabella? Will she become the poor guine pig for their experiments? Will she escape? Or will she just die like the rest of them who get taken away for testing of experiments? Find out next week on *A little touch of Heaven*.... *soap opera* DoiDoooooo (Sorry that it's SOOOOO short!!! ))
Dedication: To all those who love me and my stories... I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
~*~Chapter 4~*~
**Ransom**
It was her soft even breathing that had awoken him. He found himself in pitch darkness, laying on something soft that sagged beneath his weight and... someone else. Van blinked a few times, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. When they finally came through, he tried to sit up, but something light, yet heavy at the same time caused him to lay back down on the soft feather pillow.
Warm breath fanned his neck and entered through the opening of his shirt to travel down the length of his bronzy coloured, muscular chest, Van lifted his hand and ended up wincing in the process. His entire right arm had fallen asleep with someone's head resting on it, using it as a pillow no doubt.
Van reached out with his free arm and ended up placing it on something that curved downwards and then went up. He trailed his fingers along the deep curve and immediately realized that it was someone's waist.
" Hitomi... ", Van breathed the name as he bent over to plant a soft, tender kiss to her forehead, inhaling her light scent that she always wore.
With his free hand, Van reached up and gently stroked her cheek, tracing her bottom lipm sometimes playing with it, gently, almost barely touching it as he flicked it up and down watching it, slightly awestruck as how beautiful she was and would always be, no matter who or what said.
Hitomi moaned lightly wrinkled her nose as she tried to snuggle to the warm, powerfully built body for warmth that wasn't being given to her. Van noticed what she was trying to do and he moved in closer for her so she wouldn't have to go to the trouble. He laid there for probably hours watching her make funny faces while she slept, showing the emotions she was expressing in her dreams.
At times her bottom lip would stick out like a pout, then her brow would crinkle in confusion or concentration, or she would sneer in her sleep. The one emotion Van hadn't expected to see coming from her was pain. She had expressed that through the lone tear that slid down her cheek to land on his arm and then slide off that to be soak up by the cotton sheets.
The only time that Van had seen Hitomi cry was when he had gone to the Mystic Moon while he was doing the Dragon Slaying Rite to become King of Fanelia. He remembered it as if it were only yesturday; he stood there, Drag-Energist in left hand and his sword in his right hand.
Hitomi stared at him, wide eyed, mouth open in disbelief as she continued to gap at him before shaking her head hard and then screaming at him. Screaming at him about him not caring about her caring weither he died or not. She had even had the guts to call him pig-headed.
Right to his face! A King!
But, her sudden outburst had shocked him beyond belief and he had felt his hard expression soften as he watched her crying softly for him, in fear that he could've died that night, never being able to experience what it would've been like to feel whole with someone... someone like Hitomi Kanzaki.
Van chuckled as the memory slowly faded away and then he sighed. He has a child. A child of his own who he could spoil and tease and then spoil some more, and maybe a wife... is Hitomi agreed, that is. But the question is... would she actually agree to marrying him after he disappeared from her life for four whole years straight?
Van shrugged that worry away and only replaced it with a new one; What about Isabella not knowing who her real father was? What would she do then? Would she tell Hitomi that she doesn't want a daddy anymore? Or would she welcome him back into her life with open arms?
Hitomi coughed lightly and then flipped onto her side, putting her back Van. Van stared at her back and was slightly surprised when he count somewhat see her spine outlined by the gown she still wore. Van wrapped his arm that she was laying on still around her front and brought her back towards him.
He pressed her back into the front of his body and closed his eyes in happiness as he wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her close, suddenly afraid of losing her, for he had already lost contact with her for four years already.....
***
Hitomi yawned lightly and slowly opened her eyes to find herself staring at the strong jawline of a masculine face that had sleep flushed cheeks, closed eyes, lashes laying neatly on the cheeks, parted lips, pitch black hair falling in front of the face.
Hitomi carefully sat up and tilted her head to the side as she watched him sleep. She absentmindedly nodded her head slowly, as if suddenly captivated with the angel that was laid before her. Hitomi reached over, outstrtched a hand, and placed a soft fingertip to the bottom lip. She slowly began to inch it forward into his mouth, nibbling on her own bottom lip the whole time.
Hitomi must've taken a long blink, for she didn't know what had happened and how she ended up straddling Van. All she felt was something warm and inviting skim her fingertip softly then large, strong hands on her small waist. She was then hoisted in the air and then dropped down on something firm, yet soft if you kneaded it enough.
The hands didn't remove themselves from her waist she her eyes shot open. Hitomi found herself staring down into the grinning face of Van Slanzar de Fanel. He laid there, grinning like he was going to get something as he kept Hitomi straddled on top of him.
" Van! What in the world are you doing? ", Hitomi exclaimed as she began to squirm against Van's sudden arousal as she felt it beginning to throb beneath her, suddenly uncovering a sudden urge from deep within.
Van chuckled and gave an innocent shrug of his shoulders as he firmly gripped her hips and pushed her down onto him, half groaning as he did so, his eyes half lidded in passion as he stared up at her. Hitomi bit her lip from moaning. Oh, how she wanted it, how she wanted HIM. Only him...
Hitomi closed her eyes and tried not throw her head back in pleasure as Van's thumbs began to gently massage the insides of her thighs. So close....
" V-van.... we... we can't... ", Hitomi protested as his hands began to make their way up behind her back, causing her to lean forward, towards him.
Van stared into her eyes with such love, hunger and passion that she feeling like she was going to lose her self-control for a moment and rip his shirt from his chest.
" Come now, Hitomi.... I don't think you're going to be able to fight these urges. I've tried all night and I've managed to survive till now... now, I can't wait any longer, and I'm sure you can't either. Can't you feel it? Can't you feel what you're doing to me.... with just one little touch, my whole world changes because of that one litte... touch.. ", he whispered in a low husky passion filled voice as his searching fingers found the zipper to the back of her gown and began to pull down slowly.
Hitomi swallowed and stared at him. Perhaps he was right about that. She bent down, placing her hands on either side of his head as her mouth was only centimeters away. Van stared deep into her eyes and lifted his mouth to grab hers in a kiss, but Hitomi jerked back up and stared down at his confused and hurt expression.
Hitomi suddenly reached down with both hands and literally tore his shirt open. She plunged her hands into the hidden folds of the shirt and felt the flesh, caressing it as she had done four years ago. She then exported her hands from his chest and abdomen to grab his chin roughly and press her lips to his in a new, wild demand.
Van was a little shocked at first but he only smirked, " So.. you want rough, huh? Well... I'll give you rough, Hitomi Kanzaki, and you're going to like it! ", he whispered against her lips as he reached down, grasped her hips and thrusted them down hard onto his throbbing member.
Hitomi moaned loudly against his lips and kissed him deeper, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, invading all the sweet private areas that such a warm, moist cave could hold. She pressed her tongue to his, taunting him to chase her, to play a little game of tag. He did just that.
Hitomi rocked Van slowly, rather torturous as they kissed. Van groaned against her and bucked his hips everynow and then, telling her that he wanted her right there and then, but she only shook her head and rocked him harder, torturing him even more as she continued to rock him, getting harder and agreesive more and more each time.
Suddenly Van shook his head. He didn't want to play her game, he wanted to play his game. This he would be good at. He quickly lifted his upped torso off the bed effortlessly while Hitomi continued to rock him, slipping his torn shirt from his arms and tossing it to the floor as he slipped an arm around Hitomi's waist, causing her to arch it back.
As Hitomi arched her back, Van bent low and scooped one of her peaked breasts into his mouth. Through the fabric he suckled greedily, almost as if he were a hungry babe and wanting food. Hitomi's hands found her way to the back of his neck and there, she tangled her long fingers in his hair and pushed his head down some more, urging him to take more of her in.
Van nibbled on the stiff nipple that poked through the fabric of her gown. Hitomi's breathing came out in gasps now as she moaned everynow and then whenever Van would suckle her or nip her in the right spot. Van pulled his mouth from her breast and looked at her. Her head was thrown back, her soft lips parted slightly in pleasure, her hair all over the place over her head. He like it.
Van released his arm from around her waist and slipped two fingers unnder the thin straps of the summerdress. He looked at her and she nodded her head, never tearing her eyes from his as he memorized every naked part of her body. The two straps now slid down her arms and then Van reached down to tug the bottom of the dress from underneath her butt.
Hitomi lifted her rear an inch or so and Van managed to slip the dress from her body. A cold drift flushed over her warm, flushed skin, cooling it somewhat as Van took in the nakedness that he had loved so much four years ago. She was still in her panties but he ignored that at the moment.
Van licked his lips and then slipped his arm around her waist, arching her back again. He drew her other breast into his mouth and began to suckle that one, this time tasting flesh instead of some laundry soap. His tongue flicked out as he outlined the rosy-pink nipple, taking the hard nub between his teeth and tenderly biting down, receiving a loud gasp or groan from his writhering lover in his arms.
Hitomi bucked her hips against his now, telling him to come in for the kill. Van bucked his hips back against hers and he groaned as he felt his hardness strain terribly against his boxers and pants all at once. Hitomi sensed this and reached down with trembling hands to unbuckle his belt. She pulled the belt from belt holder around the top of the pants and tossed it to the ground.
She then moved down to undo the button and then unzip the zipper. Van quickly flipped Hitomi onto her back and laid within the folds of sheets and blankets that decorated her king-sized bed. He took his mouth from her breast and placed it on hers, kissing her deeply as he tried to slip his pants off with one hand.
No use at all.
Hitomi suddenly let out a giggle and she helped him, eager to get him loose and into the open. Suddenly the pants were thrown across the room, along with the black wet boxers. The only thing seperating them were her underwear which had become wet. Van gazed down at Hitomi and then bent down to shower her face with kisses.
Hitomi closed her eyes and lifted her face so she could feel them as she felt his hard member rub over the top of her underwear. She moaned with need as did he. Van reached down and slip a finger beneath the white elastic band of her panties and began to slide them down.
Van sat up while doing this while Hitomi laid there watching him closely as he unveiled her womanhood for the second time in four years. He licked his lips in anticipation and bent down low and place his mouth to the wet ebony curls at the junction between her legs.
Hitomi sucked in a sharp breath and let it out as a hiss through clenched teeth as Van's tongue flicked out to taste them, to taste her. It went farther. His seeking tongue slid completely out of his mouth to slid down the length of her womanhood, rubbing up against the little nub that sent white sparks of passion to her eyes as she closed them tightly, moaning as Van began to spread her legs with his hands, never breaking the contact that his tongue had with her.
Van quickly slipped her underwear the rest of the way, off her long legs and chucked it into the pile of their clothes that assorted the floor. He quickly and firmly grabbed Hitomi's thighs and lifted her lower half off the bed, placing the back of her thighs to rest on his shoulders as he positioned his mouth at her opening.
Hitomi whimpered suddenly as Van began to lap her hungrily. Never in her entire life had she ever known him to do something like this. It was wonderful. It was heaven. It was pure bliss! His tongue lapped and lapped, pressing harder each time he lapped her. Sometimes he would even raked the tip of his tongue at her opening and she begged him by whimpering.
Van slid his tongue into her, tasting out her core, her self-being. The more he liked, the farther he drove, the deeper he dug, causing Hitomi to grip the bedsheets beneath her in a deathgrip. In and out, in and out. That was the normal rhythm that they would've gone to, but there was a knock at the door that caused Van to quickly delocate his tongue after it going numb from all the cum he had been lapping up.
Hitomi gasped and then cursed loudly. Van laid her back down onto the bed before covering her up with one of the sheets. The doorknob turned and then the door was pushed wide open.
Rutha looked around the room, her eyes still bloodshot from crying, surprised but not really by the clothes littering the floor. The tall man standing behind her was utterly shocked that he pushed past her and stumbled into the room, his deep blue eyes landing on the two lumps in the bed, covered clumsily by sheets and blankets.
" H-hitomi? ", the unknown man asked, his voice trembling.
Hitomi gasped loudly and slowly began to push the covers over her head to see who that voice belonged to. She remembered it from somewhere but where? As she poked her head out, the first thing she saw was the long blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, then the cold deep blue eyes that the mouth that was set in a grim line of determination.
" A-a-allen!?! ", Hitomi cried out in surprise as she stared at him, mouth almost hitting the bed.
Allen eyed her and nodded, " Yeah... where have you been all these years? ", he demanded.
Hitomi pursed her lips, " Allen! I'm not the young fifteen year old girl you remember me to be. I've grown up and that marriage arrangement was a mistake! ", she nearly shouted at him.
Van's head quickly popped out from the covers and he stared at Allen, reddish-brown wide in surprise, pitch black hair all over the place, " What are you doing here, Allen? "
Allen looked at Van, " I thought you were dead? "
Van shook his head and narrowed his eyes, " That's what everyone thought. But... here I am... in the flesh.... nude... "
Hitomi's cheeks went warm and she dropped her eyes to the quilt. Allen watched her and then brought his attention to Van, " You guys aren't safe here anymore.... ", his voice low.
Hitomi's head shot up and she stared at Allen. Van stared at him as well, " And why not? "
Rutha sniffled lightly and Hitomi looked around Allen's tall, wide form to take in the crying woman. Only one thing would make her cry.
' Isabella!! ', a voice screamed inside the back of her mind.
" R-rutha? Are you alright, dear? ", Hitomi asked as she went to get off the bed to go comfort the older woman, but Van grasped her elbow, drawing her back into the bed.
Van turned his attention back at Allen, " Now... explain to us why we aren't safe here anymore? "
Allen's face was grave and dead serious as he reached back into the back pocket of his Caeli Jacket and pulled out a clumsily folded note, " Ransom note.... Isabella wasn't in her room.... Rutha couldn't get to you, she was tied up and gagged in a linen closet in the basement, Van. "
Hitomi paled incredibly and began to shake uncontrolablly. She whirled her face to the side as she faced Van, searching his face as he faced her, " S-she's come back for her.... Alma's come back for her! They kidnapped my only baby and now they're going to perform those h-horrible experiments on her! No!! ", she shrieked at him, tears freely running down her face.
Van's heart slowed down to a rate where he thought he would keel over and die on the spot. His child, his only daughter was missing, and he didn't know what Hitomi meant by experiments. He reached over and grabbed Hitomi fiercely in a hug that would not even stop her from trembling. He himself began to tremble.
Van was scared now. He had never been this scared in his entire life. Hitomi was quickly falling apart and it was all because someone named Alma had taken their child to perform strange experiments on her. Van smoothed back her hair as she sobbed wildly into his bare chest. He looked at Allen and watched as something slid into his deep blue eyes, causing them to look almost evil.
Van now began to tremble.....
(A/N**: And no.... they're going to perform those kind of experiments on Isabella... not the same ones as those that were done of Celena Schezar to turn her into Dilandau Albatou. I'm just telling you now... whatcha think? Pretty tricky with all that sex in the beginning then it gets interupted by some man who's been gone for the past two years, and what's worse! Isabella was taken away.... leaving only a simply scribbled note for a ransom.... What will happen to poor Isabella? Will she become the poor guine pig for their experiments? Will she escape? Or will she just die like the rest of them who get taken away for testing of experiments? Find out next week on *A little touch of Heaven*.... *soap opera* DoiDoooooo (Sorry that it's SOOOOO short!!! ))
