Don't Say it With Flowers!
By Starhopper
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my sketchbooks and DVDs. Everything else belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki and many other respected businessmen who make RK available to the masses.
Well, I decided to do the whole celebration in installments.Anyone Hungry? How about pressed chicken against the wall?
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- Say it With a Celebration! Part One: Early Morning
Megumi smiled in her sleep, grasping at the bandaged right hand held over her heart. It was too early to get up. The futon was just too soft, the body curled around from behind too warm, her true period of sleep too short. But she could feel the dreamy fog of exhaustion begin to dissipate with the playful squeeze Sanosuke gave her breast along with her own awakening to their little universe of blankets, morning, and comfort wrapped snuggly about her.
She couldn't possibly get up today, not with his arms so tight around her, his sleepy breath softly tickling the back of her neck. But the sunlight filtering into the room between his hanging gi and the window frame was so damnably persistent. As if to prove that point, a particularly obnoxious sunbeam fell over her eyes, threatening to pry open her twitching lids.
"Ngh . . ." the grating in Sano's throat was enough to lull her back to sleep, daylight or no. "Don't want to get up, do ya Fox?" he asked, propping his head on her shoulder, letting his hands trace along her curves from wherever they had rested during the night to cross under her chest.
Raising her head off of her hand, she glanced up at him from the side, and with her free hand, reached up to hold his face in her palm and shove him back and away from her. "Of all the people; I would never have thought that you were a morning person," she grumbled, caving her shoulders in and sinking her head low between them. "Sleep is good,"
"Being awake is better," Sano yawned, as the hold around her torso loosened and he rolled onto his back. She could just imagine that hentai grin plastered onto his face as he said it, making her eyes pop open in annoyance.
"Shhh, I'm exhausted,"
"You say the same thing every morning," the ex-gangster continued, nudging her with his elbows as he drew his hands behind his head. He paused and in that pause she prayed to Kami-sama that he wouldn't go into his adolescent gloating. Usually the three years difference between them didn't bother her. On the contrary, it was nice to have a some-what younger man who didn't . . . tire easily. She applauded his youth and vitality, and when times called for it, strength. However, when she was reliving those aspects held dear to her heart in the blissful paradise of her dreams, he could easily rub out all his good attributes with the plethora of annoying ones. Please Sanosuke, not this morning. Not when he had redeemed himself so fully after their argument the prior evening. She had started to walk away, bathed in the glory of having the last word, but then he had grabbed her wrist, and yanking her back to his chest and sliding his eternally bruised and bandaged hands up into her hair, had coaxed her into a forgiving kiss.
"Congrats Fox," he had whispered before his mouth covered hers, "You won,"
They had broken apart only after sinking to the floor, Sanosuke's hands were still holding tight onto the hair at the base of her skull as he trailed kisses down her neck and hitting the collarbone, retraced the path back up to her face. Intermingling apologies with her heated name, he had eased her down onto the futon and let their natural chemistry brew an explosive night for the two lovers.
And now here was the same man whose name she had moaned in ecstasy at least a hundred times, trying to dash all those tender perceptions and exultations to bits with his over-sized ego.
Just once, let those memories pervade Roosterhead . . .
"I guess I'm just that good," he nudged her again for emphasis and she drew farther within herself, making ready for the spring.
"No, the night is just that short," her knees were pressed to her chest now. In this early morning stupor, she believed that if she could pull her body away from his, he would actually notice that she needed her beauty rest and would stop talking, touching, or doing anything to her. Though her memory was just a little too eager to remind her how wonderful anyone of those options could be.
He made a noise of offense, somewhere between a scoff and a snort, then launching into a graphic account of their beautiful night together, ended with a very cocky, "You call that a short night?"
Sighing, she uncoiled herself and rolled over on her back. There was no way he was going to let her sleep, now that he was wide-awake and cracking jokes. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Pitching her voice in a whine that she knew would make his blood boil with desire, she coyly turned her head to him and said, "I know a way to get you sleepy."
He grinned smugly, "Gee, let me guess,"
"No, you have to close your eyes,"
Smart boy that he was, he did as he was told, but never stopped smiling. Drawing closer to him, she could feel the heat and smell the sweat now cooled to a dull luster of what the intoxicating musk had been. But it held no less an appeal for a woman who craved to be wrapped in those strong arms of his, immersed in the warmth that only lovers of the truest sort know as the heat of the sun.
For a brief moment, Megumi entertained the notion of throwing herself over him and submitting to the pesky thoughts burning through acres of mental underbrush, but with a resolute nod, all those thoughts were pushed to the side, never doused, just covered up for later. After she taught him not to wake her up this early anymore that was.
"Tori-atama," she plucked at the syllables as if she was playing a lyre, a mere slave girl sitting at her master's feet. A soft caress along the length of his chest with a sweep of her hand added to the subordinate effect. Pulling her lips back in a rueful smile, she settled herself on his side. With a cautious glance up to make sure his eyes were still closed, she placed a tender kiss to his shoulder and snuggled close.
"I'm not sleepy yet," Sano ground the words out teasingly, enunciating each word painfully slow, his teeth sparkling as the rays of sun shot out across the room unhindered by a fox's silhouette as she slept on her side, disinterested in the beginnings of the day.
Giggling, she drew another line down his chest with a fingertip, letting it drop off to where the sheet came up to his navel. "Don't worry Sano, you soon will be,"
"Oi, don't make it too short Kitsune, I want to be able to enjoy it,"
"Oh," she forced the moan out mockingly, "I promise you, you'll enjoy it," adding to that promise, she brushed her bare legs against his as she drew them up to her chest again. Now to just get the angle right . . .
Leaning away from the familiar feel of his skin, she positioned herself so that the fetal form of her body was tilted towards the pillow and whispered, "Ready?" in the most throaty, erotic voice she could muster with her lungs being crushed by the pressure of her knees.
"I'm always ready," turning his head to face her with lids still pressed closed, he continued, "especially for you Megumi,"
The sincerity dripping from his admission almost made her pause in the execution of her brilliant plan.
Almost.
But the thought of sleep and the perfect target his face made pushed her to press on, though somewhat reluctantly. "Okay then," Releasing her legs like a coil, her heels met his chin in a brilliant explosion of sheets, futon, and an twenty-year old male scraping against the floor as he flew backwards several feet.
Pulling herself up from her curled position, Megumi peered over at the twitching mass of Sagara Sanosuke pressed against the far wall, and with her roving doctor's eye concluded that he was suitably unconscious, allowing her to get about three more hours of sleep, four if she hadn't been drained of all her energy at the time. Damn him and his persuasive stamina.
But for now, she flopped back down on the futon, pulling what was left of the blankets around her, and sinking her head into the pillow, letting a groan of satisfaction rumble from her throat. Sano should know by now that he should always let this sleeping Fox lie.
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Aw, poor Sano.I hated to do that to him, I really did.
But I did it anyway. ^_^
Ah well, he's broken his hand countless times, and been hit in the head with a fist or two, so I think with a little TLC from a certain foxy doctor, (that is, after she sleeps in a little) a little slam into the wall can be shaken off just as easily as his gi. *starts to drool*
*cough* Yes, anyway, please review if you so desire, I would love to know what people thought of my attempt at comedy, and then time travel to noon and the Kamiya Dojo where a certain Kamiya Kasshin Master is learning the fine art of - well that's for me to know and you to click the button and find out!
By Starhopper
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my sketchbooks and DVDs. Everything else belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki and many other respected businessmen who make RK available to the masses.
Well, I decided to do the whole celebration in installments.Anyone Hungry? How about pressed chicken against the wall?
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- Say it With a Celebration! Part One: Early Morning
Megumi smiled in her sleep, grasping at the bandaged right hand held over her heart. It was too early to get up. The futon was just too soft, the body curled around from behind too warm, her true period of sleep too short. But she could feel the dreamy fog of exhaustion begin to dissipate with the playful squeeze Sanosuke gave her breast along with her own awakening to their little universe of blankets, morning, and comfort wrapped snuggly about her.
She couldn't possibly get up today, not with his arms so tight around her, his sleepy breath softly tickling the back of her neck. But the sunlight filtering into the room between his hanging gi and the window frame was so damnably persistent. As if to prove that point, a particularly obnoxious sunbeam fell over her eyes, threatening to pry open her twitching lids.
"Ngh . . ." the grating in Sano's throat was enough to lull her back to sleep, daylight or no. "Don't want to get up, do ya Fox?" he asked, propping his head on her shoulder, letting his hands trace along her curves from wherever they had rested during the night to cross under her chest.
Raising her head off of her hand, she glanced up at him from the side, and with her free hand, reached up to hold his face in her palm and shove him back and away from her. "Of all the people; I would never have thought that you were a morning person," she grumbled, caving her shoulders in and sinking her head low between them. "Sleep is good,"
"Being awake is better," Sano yawned, as the hold around her torso loosened and he rolled onto his back. She could just imagine that hentai grin plastered onto his face as he said it, making her eyes pop open in annoyance.
"Shhh, I'm exhausted,"
"You say the same thing every morning," the ex-gangster continued, nudging her with his elbows as he drew his hands behind his head. He paused and in that pause she prayed to Kami-sama that he wouldn't go into his adolescent gloating. Usually the three years difference between them didn't bother her. On the contrary, it was nice to have a some-what younger man who didn't . . . tire easily. She applauded his youth and vitality, and when times called for it, strength. However, when she was reliving those aspects held dear to her heart in the blissful paradise of her dreams, he could easily rub out all his good attributes with the plethora of annoying ones. Please Sanosuke, not this morning. Not when he had redeemed himself so fully after their argument the prior evening. She had started to walk away, bathed in the glory of having the last word, but then he had grabbed her wrist, and yanking her back to his chest and sliding his eternally bruised and bandaged hands up into her hair, had coaxed her into a forgiving kiss.
"Congrats Fox," he had whispered before his mouth covered hers, "You won,"
They had broken apart only after sinking to the floor, Sanosuke's hands were still holding tight onto the hair at the base of her skull as he trailed kisses down her neck and hitting the collarbone, retraced the path back up to her face. Intermingling apologies with her heated name, he had eased her down onto the futon and let their natural chemistry brew an explosive night for the two lovers.
And now here was the same man whose name she had moaned in ecstasy at least a hundred times, trying to dash all those tender perceptions and exultations to bits with his over-sized ego.
Just once, let those memories pervade Roosterhead . . .
"I guess I'm just that good," he nudged her again for emphasis and she drew farther within herself, making ready for the spring.
"No, the night is just that short," her knees were pressed to her chest now. In this early morning stupor, she believed that if she could pull her body away from his, he would actually notice that she needed her beauty rest and would stop talking, touching, or doing anything to her. Though her memory was just a little too eager to remind her how wonderful anyone of those options could be.
He made a noise of offense, somewhere between a scoff and a snort, then launching into a graphic account of their beautiful night together, ended with a very cocky, "You call that a short night?"
Sighing, she uncoiled herself and rolled over on her back. There was no way he was going to let her sleep, now that he was wide-awake and cracking jokes. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Pitching her voice in a whine that she knew would make his blood boil with desire, she coyly turned her head to him and said, "I know a way to get you sleepy."
He grinned smugly, "Gee, let me guess,"
"No, you have to close your eyes,"
Smart boy that he was, he did as he was told, but never stopped smiling. Drawing closer to him, she could feel the heat and smell the sweat now cooled to a dull luster of what the intoxicating musk had been. But it held no less an appeal for a woman who craved to be wrapped in those strong arms of his, immersed in the warmth that only lovers of the truest sort know as the heat of the sun.
For a brief moment, Megumi entertained the notion of throwing herself over him and submitting to the pesky thoughts burning through acres of mental underbrush, but with a resolute nod, all those thoughts were pushed to the side, never doused, just covered up for later. After she taught him not to wake her up this early anymore that was.
"Tori-atama," she plucked at the syllables as if she was playing a lyre, a mere slave girl sitting at her master's feet. A soft caress along the length of his chest with a sweep of her hand added to the subordinate effect. Pulling her lips back in a rueful smile, she settled herself on his side. With a cautious glance up to make sure his eyes were still closed, she placed a tender kiss to his shoulder and snuggled close.
"I'm not sleepy yet," Sano ground the words out teasingly, enunciating each word painfully slow, his teeth sparkling as the rays of sun shot out across the room unhindered by a fox's silhouette as she slept on her side, disinterested in the beginnings of the day.
Giggling, she drew another line down his chest with a fingertip, letting it drop off to where the sheet came up to his navel. "Don't worry Sano, you soon will be,"
"Oi, don't make it too short Kitsune, I want to be able to enjoy it,"
"Oh," she forced the moan out mockingly, "I promise you, you'll enjoy it," adding to that promise, she brushed her bare legs against his as she drew them up to her chest again. Now to just get the angle right . . .
Leaning away from the familiar feel of his skin, she positioned herself so that the fetal form of her body was tilted towards the pillow and whispered, "Ready?" in the most throaty, erotic voice she could muster with her lungs being crushed by the pressure of her knees.
"I'm always ready," turning his head to face her with lids still pressed closed, he continued, "especially for you Megumi,"
The sincerity dripping from his admission almost made her pause in the execution of her brilliant plan.
Almost.
But the thought of sleep and the perfect target his face made pushed her to press on, though somewhat reluctantly. "Okay then," Releasing her legs like a coil, her heels met his chin in a brilliant explosion of sheets, futon, and an twenty-year old male scraping against the floor as he flew backwards several feet.
Pulling herself up from her curled position, Megumi peered over at the twitching mass of Sagara Sanosuke pressed against the far wall, and with her roving doctor's eye concluded that he was suitably unconscious, allowing her to get about three more hours of sleep, four if she hadn't been drained of all her energy at the time. Damn him and his persuasive stamina.
But for now, she flopped back down on the futon, pulling what was left of the blankets around her, and sinking her head into the pillow, letting a groan of satisfaction rumble from her throat. Sano should know by now that he should always let this sleeping Fox lie.
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Aw, poor Sano.I hated to do that to him, I really did.
But I did it anyway. ^_^
Ah well, he's broken his hand countless times, and been hit in the head with a fist or two, so I think with a little TLC from a certain foxy doctor, (that is, after she sleeps in a little) a little slam into the wall can be shaken off just as easily as his gi. *starts to drool*
*cough* Yes, anyway, please review if you so desire, I would love to know what people thought of my attempt at comedy, and then time travel to noon and the Kamiya Dojo where a certain Kamiya Kasshin Master is learning the fine art of - well that's for me to know and you to click the button and find out!