Exchange of Sake

By YFF

DISCLAIMER: Seiji and Nasuti and their playmates are all someone else's creation. I just took them out for a joyride.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Rated Pg 13 for a lot of lip-action content. Enjoy

Translation for the title: San Onichan- ano, Kuso! ch. 3. Big brother…er-oh drat. (Literally, the word kuso means "excrement".)

As their lips touched Seiji sucked in his breath. It seemed eternity since he held her without restraint. In truth, he wasn't sure he ever had.

"I missed you," she whispered as he slightly moved his lips to the left, until he was nipping the corner of her mouth, softly tickling the very spot where her lips joined. His tongue dipped and traced, tasting the sweet-salty and sake flavored contours of her mouth. His hands, which had been lightly splayed against her thigh, grew rigid, tenser as they pressed into the flesh. He could feel the heat of her under his fingertips, seeping through her skin, swirling the delicate muscles of her thigh.

He drew her to him, into his lap, molding her feminine curves to him. He could feel her, the entire length of her torso and legs wrapped around his waist and it set him on fire. His mouth grew more insistent, more demanding and his tongue darted forward, nudging her until her lips parted. He swallowed her soft moan of acquiescence, and then pushed forward to taste her. He felt her reach up and touch his hair, tangling her fingers in it. He opened his eyes to see her hazel orbs flutter shut. His eyes closed again as his lips slowed down, teasing and trying to ease all the reason and intelligences from her mind. Unexpectedly, a giggle was torn from her lips.

His concentration was momentarily misplaced, as well as confused. He parted slightly and found Nasuti staring at him with a bemused smile, though she looked a little mortified that he caught her. "Did you say something?" he queried in a breathy voice, not quite sure why on earth she would be giggling.

She shook her head, trying to fight off her smile, knowing she was loosing the battle. Still not saying anything she reached out with a hand and rubbed his mouth with her kimono's sleeve. She grimaced when she pulled the sleeve back, apparently not happy with its contents. "Lipstick came off of my lips and was spread all over yours." She whispered, trying to fight another fit of giggles-the sake fumes not helping the matter at all. His hand immediately flew to his lips to wipe off the remaining residue, while his other hand reached out to hers. "Can we wash this makeup off- it's impossible to kiss you if I'm going to end up with the rest of your makeup smeared all over me."

She nodded and silently grasped his hand and brought it to her lips, tugging his rolled up sleeve unloosed "You have a sleeve--use it." He blinked at her, then at his sleeve. Though he was a man of patients, he did not want to waste time looking for a wash wag and sink and therefore did as she suggested: he took a quick swipe at her face. It was not perfect, but it got most of the heavy makeup off.

Nasuti obviously did not expect him to 'actually' take her advice for her eyes were staring wide-eyed at him. He merely cocked a smirk as he griped her upper arms and lifted his mouth to her neck. Her skin was smooth and warm, her pulse an unbearably exciting patter. He licked the slat from her, felt the throbbing ache of his insides. Her moans tangled in the air along with the fumes of sake wine. She wrapped his neck with her hands, his cinched to her waist and behind her neck. His body was almost more aroused than he could bear. Impulsively he clenched her waist tighter, encouraging a rhythmic thrusting of her hips against his growing hardness. His body sang at the friction and ached for release.

"Sei-ji," she whimpered, a catch in the middle of his name. When he kissed her again, his tongue stabbed inside, as if she were a piece of honeyed fruit. His aggression affected her even more strongly than his encouraging thrusting, making her quiver and go weak. She could not hold back a cry of lust, but he seemed to like that reaction. The hand on her side was lifting the end of her kimono, freeing her legs to wrap tighter around his narrow waist and ride his lap harder. His lips pulled back in a groan against her mouth. Desiring more, he slid his hand up her ribcage and to her swollen breast. If there was one thing he appreciated about Nasuti's body, it was her soft curves. While she may not be considered full-chested, her breast filled his palm perfectly.

Nasuti hummed from his exploration and seeking mouth and arched into his palm and shifted the angle of her thrusts. Not only did this tore a moan from him, but it also caused her gaping kimono to slide loose from her shoulders and slightly expose the particular body part that held his attention. His callused yet delicate fingers slid the robe the rest of the way off. He tentatively reached forward to roll the nipple that had hardened from the cool air.

Her hands flew to his shoulders in fear she would have fallen back from the assault if she had not, especially when his lips replaced his nimble fingers. He worked his mouth around the swell of her peak, and then dragged his lips to her collarbone, neck, to nip the shell of her ear and back to her eager mouth. Nasuti did not hesitate as his lips brushed hers, fully putting herself into the kiss. To his pleasure, she teasingly drew her hand down his chest, showing just as much admiration for him as he did for her. Somehow, his gasps of pleasure pressed her further, until her fingers reached the apex of his thigh. Her hips still violated her as they trusted against his other thigh, but that did not stop her from drawing small circles between his legs. An unknown word fell from Seiji's lips before he tore at his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders, down his arms and sliding it over his hands. Another hungry kiss assaulted her panting mouth as he grasped the hand between them and intertwined it with his own. The other hand, acting like an eager teenage boy on prom night in the back of dad's van hastily pulled at the strings of his pants.

"Big brother,"

Seiji flinched and whipped his head toward the sound, his violet eyes as wide as saucers. Nasuti too followed suite with a frown of her own, but her look was one of annoyance at his withdrawal. "Seiji," she protested, tugging his face toward her and shifting in his lap. But he refused her and only gave a strangled grunt. He was intent on looking at the screen shoji doors and clamped down on Nasuti's waist to stop her struggling.

"Big brother!"

"Oh god!" Nasuti paled. She realized who the voice was and more so--that the voice was outside the sliding doors and had stepped into the room.

Nasuti made a dive into Seiji's chest, covering her exposed upper body the best she could, but Seiji was too stunned and extremely embarrassed to react as Satsuki entered.

"Big brother, would it kill you to answer? Gee, Seiji what the heck is wrong with yo…y…ya—Miss Nasuti?" came the startled reply, followed by an equally shocked expression. She fully expected to see Seiji practicing his martial arts, not his fiancée straddling his lap with clothes askew (and in a traditional kimono and smeared makeup for unbeknownst reasons.)

Nothing could be more awkward than this. There were some things she didn't want to know, let alone see her brother doing. And fondling his wife to-be was at the top of her list.

End

Just hang lose, just have fun.Sipping on a drink lying in the sun. Have no worries- have no fears. Because when you're in Hawaii you just don't care.Don Ho me up baby!

Author notes: Thank you Boogy. After ready your review I saw what you meant by "over-enhancing" Nasuti's figure and fixed it to be more realistic and acceptable. However, I do not think of Nasuti as petite, not from some of the pictures I've seen at least.

Think of the older matchmaker in my story (though not stated) is of average height for a Japanese woman of her era (five feet I think is what most women were) and Nasuti being of a newer generation and French heritage would obviously be taller. I think that was the point I was trying to get across, but fail to incorporate it properly. I'm recalling a height chart of different cultures and remember one of Japan that stated how they were gaining height within the last century. So, with that said and like I said before- no, I do not think Nasuti is petite-just slightly above average.

Glossary:

Iaido- is the art of reacting to a surprise attack by counter attacking with a sword.

An in-depth reading of the Japanese characters for iaido is:
I being, AI harmony, DO way "The way of harmonising oneself in action・

The Iaidoka (a practitioner of iaido) wields a sword: not to control the opponent, but to control himself. Iaido is mostly performed solo as a series of Waza. The Iaidoka executes various techniques against single or multiple imaginary opponents. Each Waza begins and ends with the sword sheathed. In addition to sword technique, practitioners require imagination and concentration in order to maintain the feeling of a real fight and to keep the Kata fresh. In order to properly perform the waza, Iaidoka also learn posture and movement, grip, and swing. Iaido is never practised in a free-sparring manner.

Tabi- also called tabi boots or tabi socks are Japanese socks that have a split in the sock.

Hakama- are a type of traditional Japanese clothing. Hakama cover the lower body and resemble a wide, pleated skirt.

Mi-ai- Japanese matchmaker

Kendo-gi- Thick top shirt