Disclaimer: I don't own FY or any of the characters, but I do own Tansho
and all the other people of the Black Dove.
Warning: A lot of cussing!!!!
Chapter 4 Breath and Hands
I watch with amusement at how he tries not to look at me, with my shoulders gleaming like pearls and my dark hair streaked with crimson. I cock my head and grin at him. He doesn't return it.
"Oh, now," I whine, moving closer to him and placing my palm gently on his shoulder, "Don't be mean." I walk behind him, rotating with my hand still pressed to his shoulder. I feel him tense under my palm when I lean into his back, pressing my breasts against the base of his neck. I feel the mysterious silver object on my chest, and I peer down the valley of my breasts to try to discern what is held there. It is metal-- perhaps iron? I giggle a little for no reason at all, making sure that he feels my breath and the gentle vibrations of my chest, but not too much. Too much usually earns me a slap in the face.
I take my hand away and move in front of him again, on the opposite side. His eyes avert to a fight that has broken out near the back of the tavern. I see him begin to turn his head to get a better view, but I reach my hand out and grasp his jaw, gently yet firmly. I move his face back towards mine, massaging his jaw bone as I tilt his head upward.
"I believe that I'm your problem at the moment, Master Tasuki," I chirp like a little bird demanding attention. He jerks his face from my fingers and narrows his eyes at me.
"And just how the hell do you know my name?" He cries as if it were a treasure I had snatched from him.
"Let's just say that you're popular around here," I whisper, moving even closer to him. I feel the need to lie, just in case he takes revenge on Nuriko for telling his name to a whore. I squeeze between him and the wooden table. He jerks upright in his chair as I slip a naked leg between his knees and drape another over his thigh, twisting my body around so that my side is facing him. I lower myself slowly into his lap, taking care not to harm anything important, to him as well as to me. I am surprised that he doesn't shove me away from him. He allows me to do it, even if he doesn't realize it. I am nestled in the warmth of his lap when I could be sprawled on the sticky tiled floor of the tavern. Even though he is frowning at me and his eyes are on fire, I know that in his subconscious, I am more than welcome. I let my arm slither around his neck and settle there like a shawl. I see one of his hands pressed nonchalantly behind his head, but I cannot see his other one.
"Who was your friend that left so early?" I ask to make him speak to me.
"Tamahome," he answers after a bit of a pause. Wrath is soaked into every syllable of the name; I wonder if he notices it. I sure as hell do.
"You don't seem too fond of him," I reply, attempting to pick words out of him.
He stays silent for a moment, wondering whether or not to even answer me. I can feel the tension deep inside of his muscles. I begin to slowly rub his shoulder, then move my fingers to the base of his neck when he doesn't shrug off my hand. I think I hear a sigh, maybe a moan, and I am so arroused that I could tear him apart right where he sits. But I spread my lips into an encouraging smile, and he sees it.
"We don't really get along too well...me an' him," he finally answers, "Just some differences."
Then I see his eyes harden again, in anger of actually conversing with a harlot. I smile even though I know what he will say.
"But that's none of your damn business..." he barks, wrenching his head away, and thus diminishing the contact between his neck and my fingers. I lift my arm from his back to give him a little space, but I have noticed something that will not allow me to get up from his lap even though he is squirming in his seat, obviously trying to dislodge me. I stare at his mouth, transfixed by what I have seen.
I move my body around to face him and pull my leg out from between his knees. I plant one foot on each side of his boots and straddle him.
"Hey..." he yelps as I bring my fingers up to his lips. I lean into his chest, instantly feeling warmth on my breasts. I work my right forefinger into his mouth, pulling his top lip up with my other forefinger. I finally see what I'm searching for.
"Why! Holy shit!" I laugh, "You have a goddamned pair of fangs!
I continue to probe his mouth, testing the sharpness of the little fangs with my fingertips. They don't draw blood, but the damn little things are like nails! He half-heartedly tries to bite me, but I work nearly four fingers between his top and bottom teeth, immoblalizing them so that I can continue to study his fangs. I find myself wondering what they would feel like if I were to kiss him. But I instantly shove the thought out of my mind. I've never kissed a man. The bastards have offered extra gold peices before, but I've never done it and never will.
"Et or uckin' ingers ot y outh!" he howls, drawing the attention of several other customers. I see them turn to look, their faces cracking open into laughter at the sight of a whore with her fingers jammed into the mouth of a young red-headed man.
Tasuki struggles, trying to get me to let him go. Finally, he reaches his hands up, grasps my wrists, and tugs them down between us. I lean away from him, feeling my back press into the edge of the wooden table. I also feel the junction of my thighs press gently against his. My inner thighs squeeze his hips hard to keep me balanced. He obviously feels what I feel and releases me to return to my previous position, his cheeks the color of his hair.
"Keep you damn hands out of my damn mouth!" he finally yells at me, rubbing his lips, sore from my pulling. I frown.
"Oh, forgive me, m'dear," I coo, leaning into him again, "I've just never seen such a thing." I get as close to him as I've ever been, my cheek pressed nearly against his, and I breathe like a wolf. My arms move around him boldly, but he doesn't try to move away. Then I see his lovley red and blue beaded earrings and I sit up in his lap again, my arms still wrapped around his neck.
"Oh!" I chime, "How lovely!" I unwind one arm and take one of the earrings gently into my fingers, then I return it to its place dangling from his ear. As I bring my hand away, I sweep it over his ear lobe and across his cheek. I then flip one of the scarlet ribboned braids over my shoulder. "I don't know many men who wear earrings," I admit.
He scowls and averts his eyes from me.
"Oh no," I reply, "I haven't offended you, have I, Master Tasuki?" I crane my neck to make him meet my gaze. "I was just telling the truth. I don't think less of you by your wearing earrings... it's quite attractive." I smile and press the entire front of my body into him, breasts and belly. "Why, they only make you even more beautiful." I want to slit my wrists the moment the words escape my bold mouth. Never. Never never. Never does a woman like me say such a thing to a man, any man. But I don't show my shock at my own words, for he is looking at me strangely. His eyes are open, soft--not hard and irritated. They are looking directly into mine, and I know that he sees what I had hoped no man would ever see. The truth. He knows that I have spoken the truth to him.
I lean away from him, and I open my mouth to speak. But I don't know what the fuck to say. I'm terrified. Stupid bitch, my mind screams at me, You've lost him now. I look away from his eyes, embarassed for the first time in years. I've made a fool of myself. But what is pressing against my spine? Fingers? A hand. Tasuki's hand?
Suddenly I feel cool air blow through my hair, and I turn to see Nuriko sit down across from us. Her eyes are the size of dumplings, and a satisfied smirk is on her face.
"Well hello there, Tansho," she replies, "So nice to see you again!" I don't know what to do. So I just smile back as genuinely as I can.
"You know her?" Tasuki asks Nuriko, obviously shocked.
"Oh, we're aquainted," Nuriko chimes, "And I see that you're aquainted with her now as well, Tasuki dear."
I feel him tense, and whatever was on my back before Nuriko appeared is long gone. I feel a weight on my chest. I want it back--whatver it was.
"Hello, Miss Nuriko," I finally address her. I feel Tasuki tense even more when he hears me speak. Then I turn to see him staring at me like I was a madwoman. Suddenly, his mouth is open in a guffaw of laughter, his fangs gleaming in the dim light of the tavern like jewels as he howls insanely.
"Miss?!" he shreiks madly, "Miss!? Ahh-hahahaaaaa! Nuriko! --gasp- - she thinks you're a WOMAN!" I can feel his body convulsing under me as he shrieks with laughter, and my own body convulsing along with him. Smirking, I realize that he has totally forgotten where I'm sitting. Then my mind clears and I finally I register what he said. I turn around again to face Nuriko.
"You mean...you're not a woman?" I ask innocently, slowly regaining the dignity I had lost earlier and attempting to ignore the continuing roar of Tasuki's laughter.
"Hehhh...not exactly," Nuriko replies, pressing his palms to his face.
"He's just a fuckin' cross-dresser!" Tasuki howls. Then he gets whacked in the head with an empty sake bottle.
"Go fuck yourself!" Nuriko yells at him. I feel the need to leave so as not to get injured.
"Perhaps I should go," I say slowly, shifting a little on Tasuki's lap, instantly causing him to shut up once he remembers where my body is situated. I stop momentarily and look into the green depths of his slanted eyes one last time. I lean into him and press my lips against his ear. My body turns to hide what I'm about to do from Nuriko's eyes. I slip my hand slowly and quietly between the clasps of his overcoat and untuck his soft shirt from the hold of his belt. I press my palm to the warm skin of his lower abdomen, feeling its firmness. He sucks in a deep breath at the direct contact but remains silent other than that. I lean my shoulder into the hollow between his upper arm and chest.
I breathe in his scent. Rain and dirt. Earth. Fire, perhaps? I gently scratch him with my fingernails, but not enough to hurt him. I just want him to feel me there, underneath his clothes. I open my mouth and kiss his earring, then his earlobe. I feel the heat of his blush on my own cheek.
"Come back soon," I whisper quietly, nothing more than a swirl of air in the warmth of his hair and neck. I pull my hand away from his stomach slowly, tuck his shirt back in, and smooth his coat down. I get up and saunter away, smiling to Nuriko and leaving Tasuki staring blankly at the place where I once was.
You know, this has to be one of my favorite chapters of "Tansho". She's evil isn't she? I know, I love her too. Will she keep leading him on, or will she make another move????
Replies to reviewers:
frenchiecangal: Oh yes I can!!! ^_^ But I'm anticipating a shit-load of school work after Thanksgiving break is over, so it may be a while before I can begin posted a couple of chapters a day.
Emerin Mornlight: I'm very flattered...just please don't light a camp fire and burn you house down. ^_^
shadow priestess: I'm applying to Georgia State University after I take the ACT this month and get the scores back.
Nako-chan: Ah, so you've had some stories deleted as well?? Did FF give you a warning first? I'd really like to know to try to fine out what happened with me and my account. Oh and...*eyes the malicious-looking gerbils*...don't worry, I do plan on continuing if I can stay posted this time.
RyogazGal: Thanks for the compliment!! Nope, no flames yet. But exactly what do these two go around flaming in the name of...bad OC's or OC's in general?
Thanks all of you for your great reviews!!!!
Warning: A lot of cussing!!!!
Chapter 4 Breath and Hands
I watch with amusement at how he tries not to look at me, with my shoulders gleaming like pearls and my dark hair streaked with crimson. I cock my head and grin at him. He doesn't return it.
"Oh, now," I whine, moving closer to him and placing my palm gently on his shoulder, "Don't be mean." I walk behind him, rotating with my hand still pressed to his shoulder. I feel him tense under my palm when I lean into his back, pressing my breasts against the base of his neck. I feel the mysterious silver object on my chest, and I peer down the valley of my breasts to try to discern what is held there. It is metal-- perhaps iron? I giggle a little for no reason at all, making sure that he feels my breath and the gentle vibrations of my chest, but not too much. Too much usually earns me a slap in the face.
I take my hand away and move in front of him again, on the opposite side. His eyes avert to a fight that has broken out near the back of the tavern. I see him begin to turn his head to get a better view, but I reach my hand out and grasp his jaw, gently yet firmly. I move his face back towards mine, massaging his jaw bone as I tilt his head upward.
"I believe that I'm your problem at the moment, Master Tasuki," I chirp like a little bird demanding attention. He jerks his face from my fingers and narrows his eyes at me.
"And just how the hell do you know my name?" He cries as if it were a treasure I had snatched from him.
"Let's just say that you're popular around here," I whisper, moving even closer to him. I feel the need to lie, just in case he takes revenge on Nuriko for telling his name to a whore. I squeeze between him and the wooden table. He jerks upright in his chair as I slip a naked leg between his knees and drape another over his thigh, twisting my body around so that my side is facing him. I lower myself slowly into his lap, taking care not to harm anything important, to him as well as to me. I am surprised that he doesn't shove me away from him. He allows me to do it, even if he doesn't realize it. I am nestled in the warmth of his lap when I could be sprawled on the sticky tiled floor of the tavern. Even though he is frowning at me and his eyes are on fire, I know that in his subconscious, I am more than welcome. I let my arm slither around his neck and settle there like a shawl. I see one of his hands pressed nonchalantly behind his head, but I cannot see his other one.
"Who was your friend that left so early?" I ask to make him speak to me.
"Tamahome," he answers after a bit of a pause. Wrath is soaked into every syllable of the name; I wonder if he notices it. I sure as hell do.
"You don't seem too fond of him," I reply, attempting to pick words out of him.
He stays silent for a moment, wondering whether or not to even answer me. I can feel the tension deep inside of his muscles. I begin to slowly rub his shoulder, then move my fingers to the base of his neck when he doesn't shrug off my hand. I think I hear a sigh, maybe a moan, and I am so arroused that I could tear him apart right where he sits. But I spread my lips into an encouraging smile, and he sees it.
"We don't really get along too well...me an' him," he finally answers, "Just some differences."
Then I see his eyes harden again, in anger of actually conversing with a harlot. I smile even though I know what he will say.
"But that's none of your damn business..." he barks, wrenching his head away, and thus diminishing the contact between his neck and my fingers. I lift my arm from his back to give him a little space, but I have noticed something that will not allow me to get up from his lap even though he is squirming in his seat, obviously trying to dislodge me. I stare at his mouth, transfixed by what I have seen.
I move my body around to face him and pull my leg out from between his knees. I plant one foot on each side of his boots and straddle him.
"Hey..." he yelps as I bring my fingers up to his lips. I lean into his chest, instantly feeling warmth on my breasts. I work my right forefinger into his mouth, pulling his top lip up with my other forefinger. I finally see what I'm searching for.
"Why! Holy shit!" I laugh, "You have a goddamned pair of fangs!
I continue to probe his mouth, testing the sharpness of the little fangs with my fingertips. They don't draw blood, but the damn little things are like nails! He half-heartedly tries to bite me, but I work nearly four fingers between his top and bottom teeth, immoblalizing them so that I can continue to study his fangs. I find myself wondering what they would feel like if I were to kiss him. But I instantly shove the thought out of my mind. I've never kissed a man. The bastards have offered extra gold peices before, but I've never done it and never will.
"Et or uckin' ingers ot y outh!" he howls, drawing the attention of several other customers. I see them turn to look, their faces cracking open into laughter at the sight of a whore with her fingers jammed into the mouth of a young red-headed man.
Tasuki struggles, trying to get me to let him go. Finally, he reaches his hands up, grasps my wrists, and tugs them down between us. I lean away from him, feeling my back press into the edge of the wooden table. I also feel the junction of my thighs press gently against his. My inner thighs squeeze his hips hard to keep me balanced. He obviously feels what I feel and releases me to return to my previous position, his cheeks the color of his hair.
"Keep you damn hands out of my damn mouth!" he finally yells at me, rubbing his lips, sore from my pulling. I frown.
"Oh, forgive me, m'dear," I coo, leaning into him again, "I've just never seen such a thing." I get as close to him as I've ever been, my cheek pressed nearly against his, and I breathe like a wolf. My arms move around him boldly, but he doesn't try to move away. Then I see his lovley red and blue beaded earrings and I sit up in his lap again, my arms still wrapped around his neck.
"Oh!" I chime, "How lovely!" I unwind one arm and take one of the earrings gently into my fingers, then I return it to its place dangling from his ear. As I bring my hand away, I sweep it over his ear lobe and across his cheek. I then flip one of the scarlet ribboned braids over my shoulder. "I don't know many men who wear earrings," I admit.
He scowls and averts his eyes from me.
"Oh no," I reply, "I haven't offended you, have I, Master Tasuki?" I crane my neck to make him meet my gaze. "I was just telling the truth. I don't think less of you by your wearing earrings... it's quite attractive." I smile and press the entire front of my body into him, breasts and belly. "Why, they only make you even more beautiful." I want to slit my wrists the moment the words escape my bold mouth. Never. Never never. Never does a woman like me say such a thing to a man, any man. But I don't show my shock at my own words, for he is looking at me strangely. His eyes are open, soft--not hard and irritated. They are looking directly into mine, and I know that he sees what I had hoped no man would ever see. The truth. He knows that I have spoken the truth to him.
I lean away from him, and I open my mouth to speak. But I don't know what the fuck to say. I'm terrified. Stupid bitch, my mind screams at me, You've lost him now. I look away from his eyes, embarassed for the first time in years. I've made a fool of myself. But what is pressing against my spine? Fingers? A hand. Tasuki's hand?
Suddenly I feel cool air blow through my hair, and I turn to see Nuriko sit down across from us. Her eyes are the size of dumplings, and a satisfied smirk is on her face.
"Well hello there, Tansho," she replies, "So nice to see you again!" I don't know what to do. So I just smile back as genuinely as I can.
"You know her?" Tasuki asks Nuriko, obviously shocked.
"Oh, we're aquainted," Nuriko chimes, "And I see that you're aquainted with her now as well, Tasuki dear."
I feel him tense, and whatever was on my back before Nuriko appeared is long gone. I feel a weight on my chest. I want it back--whatver it was.
"Hello, Miss Nuriko," I finally address her. I feel Tasuki tense even more when he hears me speak. Then I turn to see him staring at me like I was a madwoman. Suddenly, his mouth is open in a guffaw of laughter, his fangs gleaming in the dim light of the tavern like jewels as he howls insanely.
"Miss?!" he shreiks madly, "Miss!? Ahh-hahahaaaaa! Nuriko! --gasp- - she thinks you're a WOMAN!" I can feel his body convulsing under me as he shrieks with laughter, and my own body convulsing along with him. Smirking, I realize that he has totally forgotten where I'm sitting. Then my mind clears and I finally I register what he said. I turn around again to face Nuriko.
"You mean...you're not a woman?" I ask innocently, slowly regaining the dignity I had lost earlier and attempting to ignore the continuing roar of Tasuki's laughter.
"Hehhh...not exactly," Nuriko replies, pressing his palms to his face.
"He's just a fuckin' cross-dresser!" Tasuki howls. Then he gets whacked in the head with an empty sake bottle.
"Go fuck yourself!" Nuriko yells at him. I feel the need to leave so as not to get injured.
"Perhaps I should go," I say slowly, shifting a little on Tasuki's lap, instantly causing him to shut up once he remembers where my body is situated. I stop momentarily and look into the green depths of his slanted eyes one last time. I lean into him and press my lips against his ear. My body turns to hide what I'm about to do from Nuriko's eyes. I slip my hand slowly and quietly between the clasps of his overcoat and untuck his soft shirt from the hold of his belt. I press my palm to the warm skin of his lower abdomen, feeling its firmness. He sucks in a deep breath at the direct contact but remains silent other than that. I lean my shoulder into the hollow between his upper arm and chest.
I breathe in his scent. Rain and dirt. Earth. Fire, perhaps? I gently scratch him with my fingernails, but not enough to hurt him. I just want him to feel me there, underneath his clothes. I open my mouth and kiss his earring, then his earlobe. I feel the heat of his blush on my own cheek.
"Come back soon," I whisper quietly, nothing more than a swirl of air in the warmth of his hair and neck. I pull my hand away from his stomach slowly, tuck his shirt back in, and smooth his coat down. I get up and saunter away, smiling to Nuriko and leaving Tasuki staring blankly at the place where I once was.
You know, this has to be one of my favorite chapters of "Tansho". She's evil isn't she? I know, I love her too. Will she keep leading him on, or will she make another move????
Replies to reviewers:
frenchiecangal: Oh yes I can!!! ^_^ But I'm anticipating a shit-load of school work after Thanksgiving break is over, so it may be a while before I can begin posted a couple of chapters a day.
Emerin Mornlight: I'm very flattered...just please don't light a camp fire and burn you house down. ^_^
shadow priestess: I'm applying to Georgia State University after I take the ACT this month and get the scores back.
Nako-chan: Ah, so you've had some stories deleted as well?? Did FF give you a warning first? I'd really like to know to try to fine out what happened with me and my account. Oh and...*eyes the malicious-looking gerbils*...don't worry, I do plan on continuing if I can stay posted this time.
RyogazGal: Thanks for the compliment!! Nope, no flames yet. But exactly what do these two go around flaming in the name of...bad OC's or OC's in general?
Thanks all of you for your great reviews!!!!