Yvonne - I'm updating as fast as I can! At least gimme the weekend to relax... and party. I'll try to update at least once this weekend, but don't expect too much outa me! So, this is for you.
The next morning, Fuuko awoke with a start, gasping. 'Where am I?' She didn't recognize the room at all. The canopy bed with a sheer lavender curtain hanging, with intricate beading toward the top and it dispersed as her eyes traveled down toward the floor. The carpeted floor was a deeper shade of blue-violet. Her attention was then brought to the bedding which she was wrapped in which was all deep crimson with many pillows behind her head of violet, royal blue, and crimson, of course. She felt like a princess awakened after years of being under an evil spell. She then remembered. "Mi-Chan..." She sighed as she said his name.
She dragged herself out of the, well, her bed and over to the violet curtains that blocked the sun's radiant entrance. She pulled them back on their rings and looked out the oversized window into Tokyia's backyard. It was more than just a backyard; the house rested on a hill top! Fuuko could see a stream run through the yard that disappeared over the edge of the hill, and at the bottom of the hill was a beautiful lake with a forest surrounding it. Fuuko guessed that the stream ran into that very lake eventually.
Tearing herself away from such a beautiful sight, she found that there were three other doors, minus the entrance. She cautiously walked over to the first and opened it to reveal a walk in closet with all of her clothing in its respective place. She smiled inwardly. 'He sure likes his place neat... either that or he just wanted to make me happy.' She thought. 'Well Mi-Chan... it worked. I couldn't be more ecstatic.'
She raised an eyebrow at the next door, which was relatively close to the first. She opened the door and gasped to find a white and pick tiled bathroom floor with matching sink and everything. What really drew her attention was the enormous bathtub. 'Is that a Jacuzzi!' Fuuko squealed in delight, despite her effort to keep her joy to herself. She looked around and found pink and lavender towels piled on a white wicker towel rack, and a pink bathrobe hanging on a hook next to the rack. She looked down at her clothes that she wore yesterday that she had, apparently, slept in and made a face of disgust.
Emerging from the bathroom clad only in her new comfy bathrobe, she smiled. "Now, let's take a look at what's behind door number three." She said aloud to herself. She had to walk to the other side of the bed to reach it and when she did she opened it. Nothing could have prepared her for what was about to be revealed.
This was the best door so far, and yet, it would be her decadence. In this room, carpeted in a deep royal blue with matching curtains, there was another bed with light blue bedding. In that bed, lay a sight for sore eyes. Fuuko's breathing became staggered as her eyes fell upon Tokyia nestled in what she imagined as warm, flowing waves, that caressed him and lulled him to sleep every night. His hair was unbound like she had imagined him the previous day and was spread over the pillows, his face and his bare chest. ((oh yes, he's shirtless ladies... commence the drooling.))
Fuuko was drawn closer to the bed, unbeknownst to herself. She instictively brought her fingers up to his face to brush the stray strands of silver out of his face. In the relatively dark room, his hair seemed to glow, along with his beautiful skin. The only thing she could think of was crawling into the covers with Tokyia and nestling herself in his warm, comforting arms, breathing him in, and falling asleep twirling his hair in her fingers.
She could never do that though... not after how she ran from him, from his love, and above all, intimacy. Falling asleep with and waking up next to the same person, to Fuuko, was one of the most intimates of intimates. Besides making love, of course. And that was far out of the question for now. The intimacy of it all scared her. Of course she loved him but... she was scared, and that's that.
"Are you gonna stare at me all morning?" A groggy voice came out from under the flowing silver locks. Fuuko was so startled that she punched Tokyia in the shoulder. "Oof... Good morning to you too, Fuuko." He sat up rubbing his tender skin from Fuuko's wake up call.
"You startled me! How could you just let me stare at you like a fool and not say anything?" She said angrily. "Did you enjoy that? You get off on it don't you? Knowing that girls drool over your body? Your perfect... rippling... glowing... shirtless..." Fuuko bit her lip as she drifted off to her own little world. She was only brought back when Tokyia made a small amused noise. When he did, her cheeks turned red enough to match her own bedding. She turned quickly on the balls of her feet and hurried out of the room embarrassed.
Tokyia raised an eyebrow as he sighed. 'She's embarrassed? Wow... it may take a while to get her back. Well, at least more time than I had planned on.' He thought to himself as he pulled back the comforter and stand up out of bed. Tokyia stretched his bare upper body while his lower was clad in light and dark blue vertically stripped pajama pants.
He walked over to his bathroom and turned the shower to the hottest it could get. 'Hmmph. This shower wouldn't look so big if... if two people were in it.' He thought to himself as he glanced in the direction of Fuuko's room. 'Wishful thinking.' He said as he stepped into the scalding hot water and let it run over him and drench his hair. He just stood there facing the shower head with a hand resting on either side of it, thinking. His head tilted downward with his lips slightly parted, the water flowed over him, calming every muscle and nerve in his body. All he could think of was the same thing he had been thinking of since that fateful day in Starbucks: Fuuko.
On the other side of the wall, Fuuko was letting the same scalding water run over her body, calming her as well. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly as the water rushed over her face. She brought her hands up to her temples and rubbed them momentarily, attempting to shake her current thoughts and images out of her head. Proving to be of no help, she proceeded to run her fingers through her long purple tresses.
Fuuko sighed as she could only think of Tokyia, shirtless, in bed with his hair unbound. She loved his beautiful silver strands. When they were together, and alone, she would remove the hair restraint and run her fingers through Tokyia's hair as he lay his head in her lap, closing his eyes. They were so close. 'That was intimate... why could I handle that?' She thought to herself.
On either side of the wall separating the two bathrooms, both Fuuko and Tokyia sighed and opened their eyes simultaneously. Tokyia softly said her name, and at the same moment, Fuuko breathed his.
I hope this one was longer. Heh, none the less, it was fun to write. Wow... it's 2:52... yes... awesome. Sleep time.
