Disclaimer: I don't own FY but I do own Tansho.
Chapter 24 When Time Stops
The burning red light of Tasuki's character illuminates the room, flooding us in a reddish tint. Never before has its glow been so powerful. I stare blindly at it, captivated. And its power over Tasuki is evident as well; he seems to be fueled by its brilliance. He ravishes my skin with his lips. His hands roam over my naked body, causing heat to explode and spread between us like fire.
"Tasuki," I whisper, my eyes following the burning path of his character as it moves over the soft slopes of my shoulders and down my ribs. I cannot take my eyes off it. "Tasuki," I repeat, this time more desperately.
He seems deaf to my words. His hands are caressing the curves of my waist, lingering where my hips begin. His face is between my breasts, kissing slowly along my sternum and down past the dip of my rib cage onto my stomach. His lips travel back up again. They hungrily yet slowly trace the curves of my breasts, the coolness of his soft hair brushing against my skin and quickly hardening my nipples. I groan when his lips make contact with them.
"Tasuki!" I moan loudly, taking his face between my palms and forcing him to look at me. The shimmering of his eyes enchants me instantly. So beautiful. They are so beautiful. He lifts himself, breaking contact between his lips and my chest, and he crawls up my body until he hovers over my mouth, so close I can taste the warmth of his breath. His eyes wander over me, trying to discern my reason for stopping him.
"What's wrong?" he asks, worry and lust mixed heavily in his words.
"Let me touch you," I whisper, my eyes never leaving his.
His eyebrows narrow in confusion. "But you are, Tansho," he answers.
"No," I say, "Your mark. Let me touch your character." I take my hand from his cheek and point a finger delicately at the red light illuminating the skin on his forearm. His eyes follow my direction, and they instantly widen. Obviously, he had been unaware of its presence yet again.
He returns his gaze to mine, and shifts his weight to his opposite arm so he can bring his right arm into my full view. He rests it next to my face, his fingers occupying themselves happily with my hair. I turn my head to the side to gaze at the mark embedded in his arm. The red character looks as if it was branded right into his skin. It burns deeply, seeming to ignite even his blood. I reach a hand out tentively and trace its delicate shape. I feel heat, but not too much to bear. It's like a burst of warm air, not like a hot stove or oil lamp. I turn my face further until my lips hover near it. I reach a hand beneath his arm and lift it gently to my lips, kissing the warmth of the mark as if it were Tasuki's lips. The heat seeps into my mouth like liquid, engulfing my insides and filling me to the brim. I exhale deeply and press my palms to Tasuki's face again, pulling his lips against mine. When I am sure they are sealed tightly to me, I let my hands wander down his chest and stomach until I reach the waist of his pants. My fingertips trace the waistband, gently scratching his skin to let him know of my presence here. A soft moan into my mouth tells me that I am acknowledged--and welcome.
I slip my hand inside his trousers and graze him softly with my fingertips, barely making contact. As if suddenly brought to life, he grips my shoulders and inhales sharply, disconnecting our hungry mouths. I can feel soft spasms emanating from his entire body. My hand becomes more courageous, and I lightly grip him, invoking yet another set of soft convulsions to ravage his body. Obviously he is shocked that I am returning the intimate favor he so generously bestowed upon me. I could do other things to please him far more, but I decide to save those for another time.
His eyes are hovering above mine, and his ecstasy shines through them as if they were glass. I can see him now. I can see everything. I know now that if I want to know his secrets, all I have to do is touch him where he holds his power. I grin alluringly and lift my head to brush my lips lightly over his, my hand awakening his pleasure gently as he did for me.
I draw my hand slowly from his pants and settle it on his waistband. He looks as if he could cry, but I know he won't. He has too much pride to admit that he wishes my hand could return and finish what it so eagerly started.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his trousers and begin to slowly pull them over his hips, using my feet to work them down his legs. He kicks them to the floor where they tangle into a heap. In an instant, he lies naked on top of me.
The heat of the fire in the hearth and the intense glow of the character on Tasuki's arm combine together to create warmth for our naked bodies. Sweat is already forming on my skin, and when I trail my palms over his shoulders and arms, I feel the slickness of his skin as well. He lowers his mouth to my ear and kisses me playfully, toying with me as I love to toy with him. He tries to hide his amusement when I giggle as he nips my earlobe with his fangs. My light giggles turn to deep moans as he traces the sharp line of my jaw with his kisses, leaving behind a trail of moisture to evaporate and leave me chilled.
My legs are already parted for him, all he has to do move between them when neither of us can hold ourselves back anymore. I squeeze his hips with my thighs and drag my fingertips through his hair at the intensity of our union. It has been far too long since we were united. I relish the heat of his sigh in my ear, as if he was exhausted before entering me and now can finally rest. I run my hands down the valley in the middle of his arched back. The muscles on either side of the dip clench as he adjusts himself above me, ensuring that his arms take the weight of him rather than my body.
We make love gently. We are more careful with each other than we have ever been before. To me this is quite odd; it seems we should be wild and carefree, since both of us know that we may never have a chance to do this again. But perhaps that is why he moves slowly inside of me, then rests, letting himself as well as me build furiously and gently. He wants it to last. For as long as possible, we need this to last. It may be the last piece we take from each other; it cannot afford to be wasted.
And so I savor it. The labored sound of his breath in my ear with each gentle thrust, my own whimpers as he lingers within me, the wetness of his shoulder blades on my palms, the heat emanating from our skin and mouths, the maddening build of pleasure between my thighs. I savor it all as I've never thought to do it before. I pay the utmost attention to every sound he makes, fearing it may be the last I hear. I lock away every touch of his fingers in the vaults of my mind, fearing he might never touch me again.
As our movements quicken and our voices heighten, my mind races faster and faster in its quest to learn everything about him. I must seal it away for no one to find. I must keep it safe.
I feel him settle his face in the crevice of my neck, where he seems to find solace. I hear him breathe my scent in greedily. I uncurl my arms from around his shoulders and press my palms to his cheeks. Slowly, he obeys the pull of my hands and lifts his head slightly until I can turn my face and see directly into his eyes. Their burning is amazing. They seem to light up the air around us in a golden and emerald glow. I can almost feel the heat of their intensity on my face.
"If you never come back," I whisper to him, "You will always be here."
His eyes tell me that he knows what I am saying to him, though his heart will have to linger on my words for many days before realizing their full meaning. I realize that even I don't truly understand my own words. But my heart must know, or else it wouldn't have come alive so robustly in my words. And at least his eyes know; I trust them to relay my message to his heart. It is better if we do not understand right away. It is far better this way, or else we would die from the weight of the grief on our souls.
Even though both of us are near our peak and want desperately to increase the intensity of our movements, we force our bodies to keep the slow and tranquil pace that undeniable heightens our sensations. We are forced to feel everything we do, we are not allowed to overlook anything. And this is what makes us feel like we will go insane--and what makes us feel at peace. It is delicate and luxurious. Serene and invigorating.
For a moment, I think my heart has stopped. I think I have died. All movement around Tasuki and I seems to stop as we caress each other in our final moments. The world stops for us as our lovemaking draws to an end. I cannot see the flickering glow of the fire in the hearth. It looks like red glass.
When his eyelids flutter at the oncoming of his release, the motion around us slowly begins again. And when he cries out into my hair, finally letting himself flow inside of me, I smile and turn my face to the side to press my cheek to his. Suddenly, I see the flames in the hearth flicker again; I see the shadow of a tree outside move across the wall. And my body is instantly flooded with the sensation that has been building between my legs for so long. I reach my hands out desperately and grasp Tasuki to me, holding onto him as my body trembles slightly, spurred by the releasing between me legs. His arms hold me in the same desperation as the last of him is emptied.
When our bodies have calmed and our hearts have slowed, my eyes roam the room, fascinated by what I just witnessed. What did I see? What happened? It was as if the world ended and began again, governed only by the motions of mine and Tasuki's bodies. Is that possible? Is that what I witnessed?
"Tasuki," I whisper carefully, almost afraid that whatever happened in the room will somehow hear me and become angry. Or that the sounds of my voice will dissipate whatever was present here. He is too drained to even acknowledge my voice. I turn my face from the room and nudge his cheek gently with mine. When he still does not react to me, my lips cover his earlobe. Instantly, he seems to awaken and his eyes meet mine.
"Tasuki," I repeat, "Did you see it?"
He blinks several times and brings a hand up to rest on my cheek. He caresses me softly, still so gentle with me, still so afraid that even the slightest touch will harm me in some way. "See what?" he asks.
I turn my face back to the room. I survey the fire in the hearth, the table in the corner, the chair on which his overcoat and my gown are draped, the bare walls. Everything seems to be back to life, back to normal. There is no trace of what I saw. But what did I see? A halt in time. That is what it seemed to be. Is it possible that time really did stop for us, to allow the last moment of our pleasure feel as if it were the only thing happening in the world? How generous of the gods if that really is what happened. How kind. How unbelievably unselfish. But why on earth did they choose this moment to give me a piece of comfort? What have I done to suddenly deserve such a great gift?
"What are you talking about, Tansho?" he whispers, the accent of his voice heavier due to his exhaustion.
Then I realize that what I saw was in fact a gift from the gods. A solace for me and my worried soul. They stopped the world for us. To let us be the only things feeling love and passion and hope--they stopped time. Or at least that's what my tortured mind wishes to believe.
I kiss Tasuki softly. He seems confused by my unusual behavior. I know he thinks I'm speaking only nonsense. But maybe it's better if he thinks that. He'd never believe me anyway. To believe that time was stopped momentarily for you is to believe that one day it will stop permanently for you. It is a dangerous thought only to be known by the unafraid. I do not want him to be victim to fear at this moment. I love him too much. I am too much a part of him to force something like this upon him.
"Nothing," I say. I don't really think of it as a lie even if it is. And it's not protection for him. It's just a word. An unimportant word.
So I let him lie still, his head resting in the valley of my neck where he feels at home. He is brave enough to know it, but there is no reason to reveal such a thing to him now. So I let him love me with his lips and his hands; and I love him in return, knowing it may be the last time.
A/N: Oh how sad!! *sniff* Poor Tansho, so depressed...I hope I can cheer her up soon. Hope you all liked my lovely lemon; it was a long time in the making (nearly a freakin' week!) I just couldn't get everything right, so I just said "screw it" (literally ^_^) and wrote the first thing that came to my mind. And here is the result!
So what will happen after their last night? Is there a possibility that she will go with Tasuki? Or will she wait for him to come back? Will he come back? Will she be here when and if he does? Aaaaahhhh, so many questions!!! ^_^ Please review!!
P.S. I'm not exactly sure which chapter was the last to be posted before FF booted me off the site. Could those of you who've been following this from its original beginning tell me which chapter was the last? I think I'm getting close, but I'm not sure. Just wondering!! Thanks a bunch!!
Chapter 24 When Time Stops
The burning red light of Tasuki's character illuminates the room, flooding us in a reddish tint. Never before has its glow been so powerful. I stare blindly at it, captivated. And its power over Tasuki is evident as well; he seems to be fueled by its brilliance. He ravishes my skin with his lips. His hands roam over my naked body, causing heat to explode and spread between us like fire.
"Tasuki," I whisper, my eyes following the burning path of his character as it moves over the soft slopes of my shoulders and down my ribs. I cannot take my eyes off it. "Tasuki," I repeat, this time more desperately.
He seems deaf to my words. His hands are caressing the curves of my waist, lingering where my hips begin. His face is between my breasts, kissing slowly along my sternum and down past the dip of my rib cage onto my stomach. His lips travel back up again. They hungrily yet slowly trace the curves of my breasts, the coolness of his soft hair brushing against my skin and quickly hardening my nipples. I groan when his lips make contact with them.
"Tasuki!" I moan loudly, taking his face between my palms and forcing him to look at me. The shimmering of his eyes enchants me instantly. So beautiful. They are so beautiful. He lifts himself, breaking contact between his lips and my chest, and he crawls up my body until he hovers over my mouth, so close I can taste the warmth of his breath. His eyes wander over me, trying to discern my reason for stopping him.
"What's wrong?" he asks, worry and lust mixed heavily in his words.
"Let me touch you," I whisper, my eyes never leaving his.
His eyebrows narrow in confusion. "But you are, Tansho," he answers.
"No," I say, "Your mark. Let me touch your character." I take my hand from his cheek and point a finger delicately at the red light illuminating the skin on his forearm. His eyes follow my direction, and they instantly widen. Obviously, he had been unaware of its presence yet again.
He returns his gaze to mine, and shifts his weight to his opposite arm so he can bring his right arm into my full view. He rests it next to my face, his fingers occupying themselves happily with my hair. I turn my head to the side to gaze at the mark embedded in his arm. The red character looks as if it was branded right into his skin. It burns deeply, seeming to ignite even his blood. I reach a hand out tentively and trace its delicate shape. I feel heat, but not too much to bear. It's like a burst of warm air, not like a hot stove or oil lamp. I turn my face further until my lips hover near it. I reach a hand beneath his arm and lift it gently to my lips, kissing the warmth of the mark as if it were Tasuki's lips. The heat seeps into my mouth like liquid, engulfing my insides and filling me to the brim. I exhale deeply and press my palms to Tasuki's face again, pulling his lips against mine. When I am sure they are sealed tightly to me, I let my hands wander down his chest and stomach until I reach the waist of his pants. My fingertips trace the waistband, gently scratching his skin to let him know of my presence here. A soft moan into my mouth tells me that I am acknowledged--and welcome.
I slip my hand inside his trousers and graze him softly with my fingertips, barely making contact. As if suddenly brought to life, he grips my shoulders and inhales sharply, disconnecting our hungry mouths. I can feel soft spasms emanating from his entire body. My hand becomes more courageous, and I lightly grip him, invoking yet another set of soft convulsions to ravage his body. Obviously he is shocked that I am returning the intimate favor he so generously bestowed upon me. I could do other things to please him far more, but I decide to save those for another time.
His eyes are hovering above mine, and his ecstasy shines through them as if they were glass. I can see him now. I can see everything. I know now that if I want to know his secrets, all I have to do is touch him where he holds his power. I grin alluringly and lift my head to brush my lips lightly over his, my hand awakening his pleasure gently as he did for me.
I draw my hand slowly from his pants and settle it on his waistband. He looks as if he could cry, but I know he won't. He has too much pride to admit that he wishes my hand could return and finish what it so eagerly started.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his trousers and begin to slowly pull them over his hips, using my feet to work them down his legs. He kicks them to the floor where they tangle into a heap. In an instant, he lies naked on top of me.
The heat of the fire in the hearth and the intense glow of the character on Tasuki's arm combine together to create warmth for our naked bodies. Sweat is already forming on my skin, and when I trail my palms over his shoulders and arms, I feel the slickness of his skin as well. He lowers his mouth to my ear and kisses me playfully, toying with me as I love to toy with him. He tries to hide his amusement when I giggle as he nips my earlobe with his fangs. My light giggles turn to deep moans as he traces the sharp line of my jaw with his kisses, leaving behind a trail of moisture to evaporate and leave me chilled.
My legs are already parted for him, all he has to do move between them when neither of us can hold ourselves back anymore. I squeeze his hips with my thighs and drag my fingertips through his hair at the intensity of our union. It has been far too long since we were united. I relish the heat of his sigh in my ear, as if he was exhausted before entering me and now can finally rest. I run my hands down the valley in the middle of his arched back. The muscles on either side of the dip clench as he adjusts himself above me, ensuring that his arms take the weight of him rather than my body.
We make love gently. We are more careful with each other than we have ever been before. To me this is quite odd; it seems we should be wild and carefree, since both of us know that we may never have a chance to do this again. But perhaps that is why he moves slowly inside of me, then rests, letting himself as well as me build furiously and gently. He wants it to last. For as long as possible, we need this to last. It may be the last piece we take from each other; it cannot afford to be wasted.
And so I savor it. The labored sound of his breath in my ear with each gentle thrust, my own whimpers as he lingers within me, the wetness of his shoulder blades on my palms, the heat emanating from our skin and mouths, the maddening build of pleasure between my thighs. I savor it all as I've never thought to do it before. I pay the utmost attention to every sound he makes, fearing it may be the last I hear. I lock away every touch of his fingers in the vaults of my mind, fearing he might never touch me again.
As our movements quicken and our voices heighten, my mind races faster and faster in its quest to learn everything about him. I must seal it away for no one to find. I must keep it safe.
I feel him settle his face in the crevice of my neck, where he seems to find solace. I hear him breathe my scent in greedily. I uncurl my arms from around his shoulders and press my palms to his cheeks. Slowly, he obeys the pull of my hands and lifts his head slightly until I can turn my face and see directly into his eyes. Their burning is amazing. They seem to light up the air around us in a golden and emerald glow. I can almost feel the heat of their intensity on my face.
"If you never come back," I whisper to him, "You will always be here."
His eyes tell me that he knows what I am saying to him, though his heart will have to linger on my words for many days before realizing their full meaning. I realize that even I don't truly understand my own words. But my heart must know, or else it wouldn't have come alive so robustly in my words. And at least his eyes know; I trust them to relay my message to his heart. It is better if we do not understand right away. It is far better this way, or else we would die from the weight of the grief on our souls.
Even though both of us are near our peak and want desperately to increase the intensity of our movements, we force our bodies to keep the slow and tranquil pace that undeniable heightens our sensations. We are forced to feel everything we do, we are not allowed to overlook anything. And this is what makes us feel like we will go insane--and what makes us feel at peace. It is delicate and luxurious. Serene and invigorating.
For a moment, I think my heart has stopped. I think I have died. All movement around Tasuki and I seems to stop as we caress each other in our final moments. The world stops for us as our lovemaking draws to an end. I cannot see the flickering glow of the fire in the hearth. It looks like red glass.
When his eyelids flutter at the oncoming of his release, the motion around us slowly begins again. And when he cries out into my hair, finally letting himself flow inside of me, I smile and turn my face to the side to press my cheek to his. Suddenly, I see the flames in the hearth flicker again; I see the shadow of a tree outside move across the wall. And my body is instantly flooded with the sensation that has been building between my legs for so long. I reach my hands out desperately and grasp Tasuki to me, holding onto him as my body trembles slightly, spurred by the releasing between me legs. His arms hold me in the same desperation as the last of him is emptied.
When our bodies have calmed and our hearts have slowed, my eyes roam the room, fascinated by what I just witnessed. What did I see? What happened? It was as if the world ended and began again, governed only by the motions of mine and Tasuki's bodies. Is that possible? Is that what I witnessed?
"Tasuki," I whisper carefully, almost afraid that whatever happened in the room will somehow hear me and become angry. Or that the sounds of my voice will dissipate whatever was present here. He is too drained to even acknowledge my voice. I turn my face from the room and nudge his cheek gently with mine. When he still does not react to me, my lips cover his earlobe. Instantly, he seems to awaken and his eyes meet mine.
"Tasuki," I repeat, "Did you see it?"
He blinks several times and brings a hand up to rest on my cheek. He caresses me softly, still so gentle with me, still so afraid that even the slightest touch will harm me in some way. "See what?" he asks.
I turn my face back to the room. I survey the fire in the hearth, the table in the corner, the chair on which his overcoat and my gown are draped, the bare walls. Everything seems to be back to life, back to normal. There is no trace of what I saw. But what did I see? A halt in time. That is what it seemed to be. Is it possible that time really did stop for us, to allow the last moment of our pleasure feel as if it were the only thing happening in the world? How generous of the gods if that really is what happened. How kind. How unbelievably unselfish. But why on earth did they choose this moment to give me a piece of comfort? What have I done to suddenly deserve such a great gift?
"What are you talking about, Tansho?" he whispers, the accent of his voice heavier due to his exhaustion.
Then I realize that what I saw was in fact a gift from the gods. A solace for me and my worried soul. They stopped the world for us. To let us be the only things feeling love and passion and hope--they stopped time. Or at least that's what my tortured mind wishes to believe.
I kiss Tasuki softly. He seems confused by my unusual behavior. I know he thinks I'm speaking only nonsense. But maybe it's better if he thinks that. He'd never believe me anyway. To believe that time was stopped momentarily for you is to believe that one day it will stop permanently for you. It is a dangerous thought only to be known by the unafraid. I do not want him to be victim to fear at this moment. I love him too much. I am too much a part of him to force something like this upon him.
"Nothing," I say. I don't really think of it as a lie even if it is. And it's not protection for him. It's just a word. An unimportant word.
So I let him lie still, his head resting in the valley of my neck where he feels at home. He is brave enough to know it, but there is no reason to reveal such a thing to him now. So I let him love me with his lips and his hands; and I love him in return, knowing it may be the last time.
A/N: Oh how sad!! *sniff* Poor Tansho, so depressed...I hope I can cheer her up soon. Hope you all liked my lovely lemon; it was a long time in the making (nearly a freakin' week!) I just couldn't get everything right, so I just said "screw it" (literally ^_^) and wrote the first thing that came to my mind. And here is the result!
So what will happen after their last night? Is there a possibility that she will go with Tasuki? Or will she wait for him to come back? Will he come back? Will she be here when and if he does? Aaaaahhhh, so many questions!!! ^_^ Please review!!
P.S. I'm not exactly sure which chapter was the last to be posted before FF booted me off the site. Could those of you who've been following this from its original beginning tell me which chapter was the last? I think I'm getting close, but I'm not sure. Just wondering!! Thanks a bunch!!