UNEXPECTED ENDINGS
II
Warning: For mature audience only.
Or at least for those who are legally insane, smartasses and have one heck of a perverted mind. It's the same meaning as mature.
Long minutes later, Nasuti finally forced him separate from her mouth, giving her room to catch her breath. As she sat there, regaining her composure, he gazed down into her eyes, memorizing the way she looked, all flushed and auburn hair fanned about, looking positively alluring. Never before did he ever think of her as alluring; she was just…well...Nasuti. The kind, sweet, intelligent and stubborn girl he came to know and admire from afar. That was Nasuti Yaguy all summed up but when she became Nasuti Date; something happened and before his eyes she grew to be the essence of alluring. Trying to not to smile, Nasuti slid her hand around his nape and slowly rubbed her thumb over his bottom lip, but the deep crystal-purple pools of his eyes were pulling her inescapably into their depth again. Her thumb stopped moving, allowing him to press down and eagerly captured her mouth.
They were always able to make up nicely. No complaints in that department. He was rather gifted at gratifying her needs. To be honest, because Seiji was in law enforcement it probably was more of a turn-on for her. Maybe she was one of those women with a cop-warrior fantasy but never realized it. Would explain why she always red all those romance novels. What she did realize was that the minute she saw the holster Seiji had to wear to carry his gun-his piece as she liked to call it-she was ready for action. Even more so than usual. Her own James Bond and what a sex symbol he was!
"You don't look like a Government Agent," she said out of the blue as he made a decent down her neck with his lips.
He raised his head a fraction and stared, not quite sure if he heard her right. In his opinion, there was a time for no talking and a time for NO TALKING and this was definitely a time for 'no talking'.
"Agents are supposed to look like a British soldier," she explained. "And don't ask me what a British soldier looks like. I have a specific image in my mind and it's very effective in terms of arousal."
Seiji laughed. "Well, for your information, you don't look like a collage professor."
"No? What does a professor look like?"
"A school nurse. And don't ask me what a school nurse looks like. I have a specific image in my mind and it's very effective in terms of arousal."
Nasuti wrapped her legs around his. "I think we should fix your soldier with my school nurse."
Seiji studied her, becoming surprised once again with her enticing words, and feeling the sexual magnetism that made her so self-confident. "You're beyond understanding."
"I'll make it easy…I'll point to the place."
And she did. As she instructed; he met her there, promptly might she add. She wondered if she should make arrangements for his cop and her thief to meet up too. Caught off guard with her thinking she gulped a breath and strained against him when he kissed her quivering stomach, mouth open, hot wet, tongue dipping into her navel. Okay, she 'knew' she didn't name that as a place to meet up with her soldier but she wasn't in the mood to complain. Really, it would have been rude to object.
Reaching forward she tangled her hands in his golden hair and moved restlessly beneath him, soft, wild sounds of yearning keening in her throat. His breath came in long erotic spasms as he roused her passion, making his own grow stronger. When he sat up, reaching for the buttons on his shirt and slacks, Nasuti reached out to assist him. Sitting up, she pressed fervent kisses and licks to his chest as he slid his shirt down his shoulders and down his arms, carelessly tossing it aside. His slacks were soon discarded.
Every sense was heightened. Every sense was filled. The peach fragrance she used on her body. The taste of his salty skin. The sound of her breath catching. The growl of his passion. The contrast of her darker skin compared to his fairer skin. The length of her body and legs as he swept against them. The hardness of his muscles as they shivered under her touch. He immersed himself in it all. She soaked it up greedily.
Needing desperately to make Seiji feel what she was feeling, she found the crux of his thighs with her leg and suggestively rubbed against his evident desire. A fevered groan told her she found the way to power, and she continued the ministrations, enjoying the torment she rarely got to use on him. He raised his head and moved his hand gently down the length of her thigh, to the inside of her calf yearning a few unintelligible words as his cold fingers yet fiery palm inched closer to her sensitive flesh. He was instantly intoxicated as he pressed his hand against her and moved it along with her settle thrusts. Her responses made her sound like a woman in delirium. To his bafflement she snapped her legs closed and when he was about to question her she dragged him upward by the shoulders and drugged his lips with slow kisses that kept him wanting more. Occupied with his mouth Nasuti was able to glide her hand down his back to his smooth thigh, to his taunt stomach and down- He tensed, not expecting such a caress, and gave a strangled moan into the pillow when she ran her thumb across the tip of his shaft. Soon it was he who gasped like a crazed man in ecstasy.
He clasped both her wrists and pressed them into the mattress, wide of her head, stopping the mad torment of her hands. Taking in quick breaths he tried to speak but ultimately gave up on the effort when he couldn't manage nothing more than a gasp. Instead, he fanned his fingers wide; skimmed her jaw, her throat and the slope of her shoulders. He cradled her breast then let his touch flow downward, over her ribs to her waist, along the gentle flare of her hips. Mouthing phantom kisses across her eyelids, along her neck, chest, he explored everything. Twisting underneath him and arching her body, she sought to get free. Her legs and arms wrapped around him and with what little energy she had left she rolled them over so she sat astraddle on him. Mercilessly she slid her hands upward, across his abs, chest and to the nape of his neck where she tangled his little hairs around her fingers.
"You know, I wasn't always like this," she said, her lips hovering an inch above his and hair incasing him in a cloak of auburn. "I use to think of myself to be apathetic about sex."
As if to test her, his fingers drew an imaginary line across her breast and down her ribs, making her shiver against him while he said, "That's a real shame the way you think about intimacy. I really thought we had something."
"Don't gloat."
"Trust me; I'm not gloating-" Exaltation filled him as she moved downward over his chest, letting him anticipate what she meant to do. At the last possible moment, he gasped out, "Yet," and with a sudden motion of fierce strength, he turned her onto her back. Springs creaked, linens rustled.
"Wait a minute," she objected, and he said, "No," as one arm hooked behind her leg, sliding it up and sending chills down to her toes. His eyes, now tinted with a streak of silver and dark purple never left hers as he kneed the other leg apart and settled his hips against hers. Like the waiting gates of Troy she opened herself to the Trojan horse and welcomed him in her body. A raspy exclamation was all he mouthed before he entered her. Then, surprising himself with his own forwardness he put his hand between them, spreading his fingers over her belly, dipping his thumb into where the rosebud was hidden and stroking it. Nasuti instinctively shouted in agony as her elongated body arched like a bowstring under his. Burying further into her he increased the friction; finding the tempo that fit them and making Nasuti's moans grow more heated. Soon she was twisting and writhing beneath him, her hands clutching his back, her head tossing from side to side on the mattress. Seiji clasped her wrist in his hands again, stretched them high, and bent to take suckle of her breast with tantalizing possessiveness. This caused him to withdraw from her, and Nasuti pleaded futilely while he teased her with an inch, two inches, and an inch again. The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable.
"Now you're definitely – gloating." She breathed as he grazed his teeth between the valleys of her soft mounds. Coming forward he paused to kiss her, and in one powerful stroke; he gave her the friction that detonated the explosion within her. He continued to press deeper and deeper until she gasped his name widely and buckled as her insides quivered in a powerfully sweet and devastatingly breathless surrender. She was back inside herself in time to stroke and sooth Seiji as he shuddered, muffling his cry against the crux of her neck and stiffened in her arms while he delved deep one last time, spilling his warmth.
It was definitely worth staying home and missing the bullet train. Family and work could wait.
Author Notes: One more chapter will be added because like I said before, I plan on leaving this story as a possible sequel should I ever grab it. *nervous laughs* You have no idea how many times I said my "hale Mary's" when I was writing this. I added, or should I say became more descriptive with some of the scenes since 'Crazy Cookie' said; "don't hold back". Well, I hope I lived up to that statement. This was a riot to write; half the time my face burned up so much that I could have friend an egg while the other half was spent laughing hysterically.
Cookie-girlily & Yumy Yum pretty much summed up my thoughts with lemons. That is, I'm not for the "Wham bam thank you mam!" catchphrase. Short lemon fics are possible but a brief interlude into the characters 'past/future' such as how they came to be is greatly appreciated. In doing so you leave us (the readers), with information and an open mind should we want to imagine what happens next after we finish your story. Even if you never continue with the story at least you leave it open for one.
On another note: A little look into what I think.
I can believe Seiji becoming involved in some sort of law enforcement considering who his father is and what he does. Would he actually do it? That depends. For me, he being a Government Agent worked, mainly because it normally isn't done. (I wanted something different) I personally think that because he would inherit the Date dojo and being that he is very strict in his upbringing he would focus his life on the Date legacy, no questions ask. You must understand that if he would to refuse he would risk dishonoring his title and his family. Now most will say; "Family…screw family! Once you're 18 you're on your own. Be free and do what you want, not what they want!" You're wrong and naive. In Japan you are to respect your elders. If they could bring you into this world, what's stopping them from taking you out? "hehe" In fact, if an elder misbehaves he/she would normally get away with it scot-free. (Semi- joking & semi-telling the truth). For instance, walking with an elder down a public street is supposedly good luck. (I read it once. I could wrong, it's been some time since I read that book. ) You are to take care of your family. Rarely are nursing homes used for your older family members. In some sense it's disrespectful, that is if it can be avoided. If you have the time and have the room to spare then you have an obligation. It is customary to have 4 or more family members in a 2-3 bedroom 'small' apartment. (Parents+siblings+grandparents) Most children stay with their parents for a long time or their family moves in with them. (Saves a lot of money too! "hehe") With that said; Seiji has an obligation and because of that I do not think he would ever risk destroying that. If he did, grandpa would be mighty mad. His parents and siblings could over look it, but strict grandpa would think that Seiji disregarded his values. Therefore, if I ever continue with this story that subject matter would be something I'd focus on.
On a "doesn't matter if you know crap": (because I mentioned a koban in the 1st chapter)
In Japan local policemen are stationed at small police booths called 'koban'. Every neighborhood in every Japanese city has its own koban, a small booth or office where the local police officer is based. There are about 1,200 in Tokyo alone. In Japan, one officer generally is in the booth, while a partner roams the territory - a few blocks to a few square miles, depending on the population - on foot or on the standard white-frame policy bicycle. The roaming officer is a welcomed presence in the neighborhood, as reflected in the respectful term people use for police officers: Oh-mawari-san, or Honorable Mr. Walking-Around. (Kawaii!) The koban also serves as the local lost-and-found. Police lend umbrellas, lecture teenagers caught smoking and pass the word to neighbors when someone in the vicinity is ill, has a baby or is admitted to a prestigious college.
Now and then, they also fight crime. In the event of a robbery or some other offense, people run to the nearest koban or dial 110, the Japanese equivalent of 911, which automatically connects the caller to the local police booth in most cities. Japan's police officers also carry pistols, but a survey of 12 Tokyo officers turned up only one who had ever drawn - not fired, but drawn - a gun in the line of duty.
The subject matter concerning why I chose Nasuti's job as one of the excuses for marrying Seiji:
Is because women who have well-paid jobs are curiously looked at when they are unmarried in Japan. (The Women's movement is still fresh) Not to mention, Nasuti being half Japanese and living in Japan as a resident probably in some cases works against her. She is neither a gaijin nor a true blood Japanese. I have a friend over in Japan and her employee's always call her by her family's name with the suffix 'chan' attached. (A ranking system mostly used for children and unmarried girls.) However, the older women in her office who are married get to be identified as 'san'. The difference is part of a cultural code that maintains order and assures that chain of command is preserved. (Though I already know most of you already know all this. *laughs* I just thought perhaps other readers would like to know this as well.) Most think "chan" is used in endearment, when in truth it is a title used to station women and children. (This is something I want people to realize. Regardless that it can be used in endearment, it's still a ranking system.)
I've also come to believe Nasuti may be a tad outspoken. A trait that many Japanese dislike in foreigners, it is considered rude. Nod your head, agree with everything and don't talk back. You have the bars where you can get drunk and criticize all the people who bug you. ^_^ You always have friends where you can be opinionated but with people that you work with or don't know that well, it is not wise to exercise your opinions.
Japanese marriages:
It is rumored about a third of all Japanese marriages are arranged by family or a matchmaker called o-miai co-ordinator. But stats are hard to come by as most Japanese would prefer to say they met their partners by other means, rather then say a matchmaker assisted. So, having Seiji planned for an arrange marriage is totally acceptable. I also think due to Nasuti's nationality (half French/Japanese) it would not be welcomed with open arms at first because of the strict nature of Seiji's family. However, I do believe his parents would be more acceptable and happy, but I can't imagine his grandfather being glad right off the bat.
All this information I supplied really doesn't have anything to do with my story, but from reading many fics where the guys still live in Japan, I have become annoyed with all the incorrect facts. Nothing big, but I sometimes wonder if it is too hard to look up this information. (NOT!…hehehe) I, myself am learning to do this more often. But that's because I'm one of those culture/history freaks… ^0^ Still have much to learn.
All my lovin' to you guys, see ya!
Youkai
