Bitter Betrayal, Sweet Surrender
- Chapter 2 -
He reached without hesitation to the tie at her waist and pulled it undone. He spread his hands against her hips, fingers curling slightly around her sides, pressing against her holding the material fast as he pulled his hands down. He stared down at the partially dressed woman and then reached around for the blanket draping it over her. The dark colored material seemed to engulf her tiny little frame. She was startlingly small. He reached beneath the blanket, glad to see her trembling had lessened.
He fumbled slightly trying to find the end of the wrapping, finally finding it tucked at the bottom right corner beneath her rib cage. He scowled. Of course, this wouldn't be easy, would it? At least however, it was almost over, and she better damn well thank him for saving her later. Pulling the material off proved to be more difficult than expected with her laying down and her arms in the way. He shifted himself across the futon, pulling her up against him, tucking the blanket as well as he could against her chest while he tried to take off the clothe beneath it. He finally managed to do so and even keep her covered while he was at it. He laid her back down, congratulating himself on how good he was at this.
All that was left was that skimpy material around her waist. He slid a hand beneath the blanket again and tugged at the cloth at her waist. It was wet and wouldn't slide. He glowered, sliding the blanket up her legs to her thighs and employing his other hand to tug the cloth down her hips. He finally snagged it off, tossing the material toward the pile of clothes and tossing the blanket back down over her feet.
He sighed. Glancing toward the window at the front of the cabin, he noticed that the daylight was beginning to fade. It was later than he'd thought. They would definitely be staying here for the rest of the night, if the way that the snow was blowing against the window was any inidication.
He trailed his eyes up her covered frame, coming to rest on the cord of braid trailing out from her head. He paused a moment, glancing over the trail of hair. Didn't she ever undo that? He wondered, albeit in his most bored moments, what she looked like with that undone and flowing around her. He wondered if it looked like that Kamiya woman's hair. He stared a moment longer before grinning again. Why wonder? She was out cold - she couldn't very well protest, now could she?
He shifted closer reaching for the gold clasp and pulling it off, sliding off the cloth tie beneath it. He slid his fingers between the twines of damp hair, slowly working his hands up the long strands gently unwinding them from their braid. It fell in long waves over his wrists, pooling down onto the futon. He laid the unbound hair around her. She looked different, very serene. Very... mature. Maybe it was the creamy sweep of her bare shoulders however that caused that. He made quick work of pulling the blanket up to her nose. No more curiosities. The girl was a nuisance. Somehow the thought didn't stick quite as well as it had before.
Between trying to find his matches and noticing there was a candle on the broken down table he took note of chattering teeth. He turned his head slightly peering over his shoulder to see the girl curled up in the blanket. He continued patting his clothes looking for where he'd stashed his matches. He finally found them in an inner pocket as he walked toward the table. The candle was in pretty bad shape, but probably still burnable. Didn't matter though, he'd wanted it for a cigarette anyway, he thought as he reached for one. He exhaled heavily, the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he stared down at the shivering girl.
Damn her. She'd have to still be cold, wouldn't she?
He reached for his belt unclasping it and sliding it off quickly, the little gold buttons falling away. He could've cursed his own damp clothes but he wasn't about to lay down next to her wet, partially for his own discomfort and partially for her benefit. He frowned, he was doing a lot for her benefit, wasn't he?
He slipped off the boots on his feet, surprised at the numbness of his own toes. He really needed to pay more attention to his body - he was going to run himself into the ground if he didn't watch it. He puffed on the cigarette, reminding himself he was working so hard purposely. He turned his sour thoughts away from such things and back to the girl on the old futon mat as he reached for the clasp at his waist. He grinned suddenly, he couldn't wait until she woke up.
He pulled the blue fabric down his legs, sliding off his socks, noting how cold the floor truly was. He smoothed his hands over the shorts he wore beneath his uniform. Another western styled item, but he liked it well enough. He dropped down on one knee, sliding himself down onto the narrow futon pad beside her, trying to mind the girl's modesty a little as he attempted to lift the blanket and keep his eyes diverted.
It didn't work. He still caught enough of a glimpse of creamy flesh to jumpstart a rush of heat to spread throughout his own body. Great. Just great, he thought. This isn't going to work. He attempted to rise from the mat, but was distracted when the girl actually wiggled closer to him, seeking out his own body warmth. He felt chilled arms circle around his chest and a leg draped haphazardly across his thighs. He could feel the soft curves of her breasts pressed against his side and her head nestled itself comfortably into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
Now this is getting interesting, he smirked.
Question was, how interesting would he let it get before it went too far? He decided not to worry about boundaries and simply enjoy the moment. It had been a long enough time since he'd enjoyed the feel of a woman beside him this way, even if it was weasel girl he was sharing it with. His smirked widened. Even if she didn't know she was sharing it yet.
Misao snuggled even closer to the alluring warmth that was being provided to her. Even though she was on the brink of awareness, she still could not force her eyes to open, nor her vocal chords to work. She barely managed the satisfied sigh when that heat settled beside her, drawing her like a moth to a flame. She had scrambled toward it almost immediately, it faintly registering that the heat source took on the distinct feel of a body. A well muscled, male body.
Her eyes fluttered as fragments of dreams flickered, replayed in her memory. Her beloved Aoshi-sama... it had been the most wonderful dream. Then it had all warped into something ugly with Omasu and Okon, ruining her dream, ruining her life. Her eyes snapped open suddenly - immediately registering the male body she'd dreamt wasn't a dream at all. With startling quickness she cast her eyes up and met with beautiful amber colored orbs.
Hajime Saitou. What the- she froze the thought.
Her clothes were gone!?
Her eyes narrowed on the male she was pressed against as she fought to untangle herself from him. It didn't work. For one thing, her legs were helplessly entangled within both Saitou's legs as well as the blanket that was wrapped around them both. For another, Saitou didn't seem too keen on letting her get away. He wrapped a strong arm around her to stop her futile struggles.
"Now hold on a second, weasel. It's not what you think."
He could clearly see they had not had the effect he wanted, to calm her even though she had stopped shifting around. That was good. The last thing he needed was her moving around while he could feel so much of her. So, attempting a different approach, he rubbed his hand gently against her back with the arm he was using to restrain her. He watched as a myriad of emotions suddenly pooled in her eyes. She looked torn between being angry and being afraid of the sudden attention.
"Saitou? What are you doing?" Her questions came out more of a whisper.
"I was trying to keep you from jumping from the bed in your hastiness and flashing me. You should be thanking me for doing so, and several other things including hauling you to this cabin."
Green eyes narrowed dangerously as a rosy blush crept its way onto her pale cheeks. "Thank you? " She asked in an incredulous tone. Then the rest of his words registered. He had....saved her? Brought her out of the freezing cold, but why? It puzzled her to think why Saitou had done this. And for her of all people. Glancing up into his eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "Why did you do it? I thought you didn't like me."
The comment was sweet and innocent and surprisingly, made him feel old. He'd never needed a cigarette more than he craved one right now, he thought. "Who said I didn't like you?"
- Chapter 2 -
He reached without hesitation to the tie at her waist and pulled it undone. He spread his hands against her hips, fingers curling slightly around her sides, pressing against her holding the material fast as he pulled his hands down. He stared down at the partially dressed woman and then reached around for the blanket draping it over her. The dark colored material seemed to engulf her tiny little frame. She was startlingly small. He reached beneath the blanket, glad to see her trembling had lessened.
He fumbled slightly trying to find the end of the wrapping, finally finding it tucked at the bottom right corner beneath her rib cage. He scowled. Of course, this wouldn't be easy, would it? At least however, it was almost over, and she better damn well thank him for saving her later. Pulling the material off proved to be more difficult than expected with her laying down and her arms in the way. He shifted himself across the futon, pulling her up against him, tucking the blanket as well as he could against her chest while he tried to take off the clothe beneath it. He finally managed to do so and even keep her covered while he was at it. He laid her back down, congratulating himself on how good he was at this.
All that was left was that skimpy material around her waist. He slid a hand beneath the blanket again and tugged at the cloth at her waist. It was wet and wouldn't slide. He glowered, sliding the blanket up her legs to her thighs and employing his other hand to tug the cloth down her hips. He finally snagged it off, tossing the material toward the pile of clothes and tossing the blanket back down over her feet.
He sighed. Glancing toward the window at the front of the cabin, he noticed that the daylight was beginning to fade. It was later than he'd thought. They would definitely be staying here for the rest of the night, if the way that the snow was blowing against the window was any inidication.
He trailed his eyes up her covered frame, coming to rest on the cord of braid trailing out from her head. He paused a moment, glancing over the trail of hair. Didn't she ever undo that? He wondered, albeit in his most bored moments, what she looked like with that undone and flowing around her. He wondered if it looked like that Kamiya woman's hair. He stared a moment longer before grinning again. Why wonder? She was out cold - she couldn't very well protest, now could she?
He shifted closer reaching for the gold clasp and pulling it off, sliding off the cloth tie beneath it. He slid his fingers between the twines of damp hair, slowly working his hands up the long strands gently unwinding them from their braid. It fell in long waves over his wrists, pooling down onto the futon. He laid the unbound hair around her. She looked different, very serene. Very... mature. Maybe it was the creamy sweep of her bare shoulders however that caused that. He made quick work of pulling the blanket up to her nose. No more curiosities. The girl was a nuisance. Somehow the thought didn't stick quite as well as it had before.
Between trying to find his matches and noticing there was a candle on the broken down table he took note of chattering teeth. He turned his head slightly peering over his shoulder to see the girl curled up in the blanket. He continued patting his clothes looking for where he'd stashed his matches. He finally found them in an inner pocket as he walked toward the table. The candle was in pretty bad shape, but probably still burnable. Didn't matter though, he'd wanted it for a cigarette anyway, he thought as he reached for one. He exhaled heavily, the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he stared down at the shivering girl.
Damn her. She'd have to still be cold, wouldn't she?
He reached for his belt unclasping it and sliding it off quickly, the little gold buttons falling away. He could've cursed his own damp clothes but he wasn't about to lay down next to her wet, partially for his own discomfort and partially for her benefit. He frowned, he was doing a lot for her benefit, wasn't he?
He slipped off the boots on his feet, surprised at the numbness of his own toes. He really needed to pay more attention to his body - he was going to run himself into the ground if he didn't watch it. He puffed on the cigarette, reminding himself he was working so hard purposely. He turned his sour thoughts away from such things and back to the girl on the old futon mat as he reached for the clasp at his waist. He grinned suddenly, he couldn't wait until she woke up.
He pulled the blue fabric down his legs, sliding off his socks, noting how cold the floor truly was. He smoothed his hands over the shorts he wore beneath his uniform. Another western styled item, but he liked it well enough. He dropped down on one knee, sliding himself down onto the narrow futon pad beside her, trying to mind the girl's modesty a little as he attempted to lift the blanket and keep his eyes diverted.
It didn't work. He still caught enough of a glimpse of creamy flesh to jumpstart a rush of heat to spread throughout his own body. Great. Just great, he thought. This isn't going to work. He attempted to rise from the mat, but was distracted when the girl actually wiggled closer to him, seeking out his own body warmth. He felt chilled arms circle around his chest and a leg draped haphazardly across his thighs. He could feel the soft curves of her breasts pressed against his side and her head nestled itself comfortably into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
Now this is getting interesting, he smirked.
Question was, how interesting would he let it get before it went too far? He decided not to worry about boundaries and simply enjoy the moment. It had been a long enough time since he'd enjoyed the feel of a woman beside him this way, even if it was weasel girl he was sharing it with. His smirked widened. Even if she didn't know she was sharing it yet.
Misao snuggled even closer to the alluring warmth that was being provided to her. Even though she was on the brink of awareness, she still could not force her eyes to open, nor her vocal chords to work. She barely managed the satisfied sigh when that heat settled beside her, drawing her like a moth to a flame. She had scrambled toward it almost immediately, it faintly registering that the heat source took on the distinct feel of a body. A well muscled, male body.
Her eyes fluttered as fragments of dreams flickered, replayed in her memory. Her beloved Aoshi-sama... it had been the most wonderful dream. Then it had all warped into something ugly with Omasu and Okon, ruining her dream, ruining her life. Her eyes snapped open suddenly - immediately registering the male body she'd dreamt wasn't a dream at all. With startling quickness she cast her eyes up and met with beautiful amber colored orbs.
Hajime Saitou. What the- she froze the thought.
Her clothes were gone!?
Her eyes narrowed on the male she was pressed against as she fought to untangle herself from him. It didn't work. For one thing, her legs were helplessly entangled within both Saitou's legs as well as the blanket that was wrapped around them both. For another, Saitou didn't seem too keen on letting her get away. He wrapped a strong arm around her to stop her futile struggles.
"Now hold on a second, weasel. It's not what you think."
He could clearly see they had not had the effect he wanted, to calm her even though she had stopped shifting around. That was good. The last thing he needed was her moving around while he could feel so much of her. So, attempting a different approach, he rubbed his hand gently against her back with the arm he was using to restrain her. He watched as a myriad of emotions suddenly pooled in her eyes. She looked torn between being angry and being afraid of the sudden attention.
"Saitou? What are you doing?" Her questions came out more of a whisper.
"I was trying to keep you from jumping from the bed in your hastiness and flashing me. You should be thanking me for doing so, and several other things including hauling you to this cabin."
Green eyes narrowed dangerously as a rosy blush crept its way onto her pale cheeks. "Thank you? " She asked in an incredulous tone. Then the rest of his words registered. He had....saved her? Brought her out of the freezing cold, but why? It puzzled her to think why Saitou had done this. And for her of all people. Glancing up into his eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "Why did you do it? I thought you didn't like me."
The comment was sweet and innocent and surprisingly, made him feel old. He'd never needed a cigarette more than he craved one right now, he thought. "Who said I didn't like you?"
