Chapter 5

(AN: Hmm..i think this chapter is a bit more graphic sex-wise then the other ones... so be warned I suppose. OK...no it is more graphic...-blushie- You can skip this chapter if you need to... it doesn't really have anything important in it... just sex...lol)

It was dark when Van returned to Hitomi's room. He entered quietly, pushing his shoulder against the door as he walked in slowly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. The heavy curtains had been closed so no moonlight could filter in.

Not able to adjust enough to the lighting, he moved blindly over the small table he knew to be in the corner, lighting the oil lamp seated on top. He stood back, watching the flames dance against the wall before turning around to face the centre of the room.

Hitomi was curled up on the bed, her knees pulled up to nearly her chin, still fully dressed. Josceline was laying on the other side of the bed, the only part of his body crossing over to her side was his arm which she was grasping tightly even in her sleep, her forehead resting against his forearm.

He stepped closed, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She stirred, but did not wake up. Not even Josceline awoke as he sat down at the edge of the bed, tracing his fingers along her arm and bringing them to a rest on the side of her stomach. He inhaled slowly and stood again, carefully scooping her into his arms.

With a small moan, she let go of Josceline's arm and turned around in his hold, grasping onto the front of her shirt before settling down again. He watched her for a moment then turned back to the bed when Josceline stirred, turning over onto his side, then, seeing that Hitomi wasn't there, sat up.

His silver eyes instantly showed sign of relief when he found Van standing there, holding her snugly in his arms. Van gave a single nod to him before he turned over in the bed, facing the other way, and promptly fell back to sleep again, pulling the blankets up to his chin in the process.

The hall was deserted. All who had been at the meeting having already gone back to bed.

Allen had been in a foul mood the whole time and the meeting didn't go very fast because of it. He had found out about Dilandau, and was a little more then upset that his little sister was enjoying his company let alone that Hitomi had allowed him to stay if he would help us. He couldn't say he was annoyed with Allen for his thoughts. He too was confused and annoyed with Hitomi for letting the albino stay. But he couldn't even begin to understand her thoughts at this time. She had changed so much. And he was blaming himself for letting her return to her country alone.

Though he knew, if he was there, he would probably have only made the situation worse.

He was just relieved beyond words at the moment that the baby was his, not that man's. He had feared the worse when Dryden had said Hitomi was expecting... he was so caught up with the fact that Hitomi had nearly been taken from him that he didn't even consider the fact it could be his baby. Now he felt stupid for assuming the worse.

He was so shocked by the news that during the meeting all he did was sit and listen to the others argue about what actions to take. He didn't even comment when they talked of his using Escaflowne in the battle to come. They didn't say anything about his quiet mood either... they probably just assumed he was agitated about Dilandau's return.

Half way to his bedroom, Hitomi stirred in his arms again, and he looked down to find two emerald eyes watching him tiredly. "Where are we going?" She asked, her voice sounding gravely. He guessed she had been crying more after he left. He wondered briefly how Josceline handled the situation.

"To my room. I can't stand to be without you a moment longer."

Then the most wonderful thing happened. She blushed, her eyes sparkling with withheld love. This wasn't the blush she held at the meeting, when Dryden embarrassed her, or when she simply blushed from a compliment like in the older days. This was a full blush that she only seemed to show him. He smiled.

"OK." A simple reply, but it suited Van just fine. Her voice was a whisper that sensations to him he hadn't felt in what seemed forever now. Her silky hair was pouring over his arm; he longed to run his fingers through it, and her hand clutched to his shirt; he wanted that hand to touch him in other places.

But he was moving too fast. He knew it. She needed time. She would come to him when she was ready.

Getting to his room, he lightly placed her on his bed, and watched as she gave in to the warmth and comfort of the blankets, curling up into a ball again, her arms wrapping around one of the pillows as he pulled the blankets up to her chin before climbing in next to him.

He had been lying there for a few minutes before her quiet voice came from his side. "Your going to sleep in your clothes?" Laughter was obvious behind the tired tone she used.

He sat up, looking down at himself. "No..." He took off his shirt and scooted out of his pants, nearly falling on top of Hitomi as he lost his balance in the action. He rested down next to her when the chore was done, and placed a hand on her stomach. She had her eyes closed, and when she felt his hand there she gently placed one of hers over top.

"It's a bad time, I know... but I'm still happy." Her tone was quiet, a whisper as she shifted on her back, still grasping onto his hand like a last lifeline.

"Hitomi..." He pulled himself over her, propping himself up on his elbow as he looked down at her. She opened her eyes, and in the moonlight he could see unshed tears. "I'm so sorry..."

"Shh..." She reached up with her free hand and lightly touched his cheek, watching as he closed his eyes and turned his mouth into her palm, lightly kissing her sensitive skin. "Let's not talk about it." He nodded, and she smiled, pulling him back down beside her.

"Do you know what it is?" He asked after a while, touching her stomach again lightly, as if he may break it. "Like Lorilae could do."

She was quiet a moment, then shook her head. "I want it to be a surprise, for now anyway."

He smiled. "Until you can't take the mystery of it you mean?"

He felt her laugh rather then heard her, her body shaking from silent giggles. "I suppose so."

Van rested his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes once more. His hand on her stomach rising and falling as her breathing began to slow more and more. He fell asleep to the feel of her breath against his forehead as she turned her head in his direction and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer against her chest and neck.

"I love you..." Her voice was a soft whisper in his ear, and he smiled, holding her close and kissing her neck in reply.

She was just dozing off when Van spoke from against her chest, amusement in his tired voice. "Your going to sleep in your clothes?"

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Hitomi awoke to Van's gently breathing on her neck and bare shoulder, his wild hair tickling her chin as she reached up a hand to brush it smooth, only to have it fall right back into place again.

Smiling, she moved further down on the bed, snuggling up to Van's chest instead of him on her own. He stirred with her, pulling her close, his arms around her bare back as she pulled the covers over top of herself. She was cold, and she realized suddenly that maybe she was getting used to the hotter conditions in La Vallex, and, like Josceline, couldn't handle the cold anymore.

She looked down at Van as she shifted completely on top of him. His eyebrows knitted together for a fraction of a second before his face relaxed again as if the sudden weight on his stomach was only part of a dream. He always looked so much younger when he was asleep, like nothing bad ever happened to him... like nothing bad was happening now. She brought her face down to his and placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away to leave more kisses on his forehead, eyelids and eyebrows. He stirred again but did not wake up. He was tired... having to deal with some many arguments on her behalf.

She carefully removed herself from his chest and climbed out of the bed, cautiously pulling the top layer of blankets off of Van. He sighed in his sleep and rolled onto his side, but didn't do much else.

Wrapping the navy blue blanket around herself, she walked to the window, resting her shoulder against the frame of it as she looked over the city of Asturia. The ocean was gleaming in the moonlight. The ocean was something she loved to look at back home, but now it gave her a sick feeling.

She turned back towards the bed, half of her thinking that it wouldn't be Van on the bed, but a taller man with longer hair and piercing greens eyes like hers. The man who had violently taken her well she lay still, trying not to cry out in fear. Trying not to lash out and him, try to kill him.

She blinked and turned away from the bed, only to force herself to look again. Van was sleeping calmly still, one arm grasping the blankets to his chest, the side of his face buried deep into the comfortable pillows.

She felt a sudden need for him.

After the occurrences over the last few days... she wanted to be with him again. She needed to be with him again. To wash away the feel that man left on her, she needed to be with the man she loved. Josceline was some comfort... but he just wasn't Van and never would be Van. He was here, wanting to be with her, despite all he knew that happened to her. He still wanted to be with her.

She had been so worried he would reject her, turn her down after he found out another man had touched her. But instead he had understood. Had taken her to his bed again and comforted her. Perhaps he was just distracted by the baby? What if she weren't pregnant? What if the baby was Damis'? Would he still stay around?

Brushing a lone tear away from her cheek, she walked back over to the bed, standing over Van with the blanket clutched around her. She ached to touch him, but was finding it hard to. She had pulled a hand out of the blanket, holding it before her, her fingers stretched out to touch him.

But she pulled away as if burned. Looking in hatred at the mark on her arm. The branding she had got in her past life from the man she hated. Why did it have to be there?

"Hitomi?"

She looked down at the bed, dropping her hand away to her side in disgust, watching Van cautiously. He was sitting up, watching her worriedly. The moonlight glistened off his tanned chest and raven hair. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, move them along his body.

"I can't sleep." She told him, as if it would answer all his questions.

He was quiet a moment, just simply watching her before he opened his arms to her, inviting her back into his warmth.

Giving in, feeling like a little girl, she slid back onto the bed, still holding the blankets to her shyly. She nestled against his chest as he lay back down, enfolding her in his strong arms. She closed her eyes, taking in his masculine smell, that familiar scent she remembered from so long ago. Gods... she wanted him again.

He was falling back asleep, she could feel his breathing become slower, rhythmic, her head rising and falling on his chest, his breath moving her bangs along her forehead.

She pulled herself up to her elbows, looking down at him. He awoke at her movement, watching her with half closed eyes, his hair falling over his forehead, shielding parts of his face. He looked delicious, and Hitomi realized that he had the same look he often held after their love making. He brought up a hand tiredly to brush away a strand of her hair from her face, resting the large hand at the back of her head, his other hand coming to brush his fingers against her soft cheek.

She leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips again, before moving her hand over to his ear, resting her whole body along the length of his. Despite his obvious exhaustion, his body was already reacting to hers, his member stiff against her leg.

"I'll let you sleep now... but I will have you in the morning." She let her voice come out breathy against his ear, her lips brushing against his earlobes, then against his cheek. She felt him tense under her, and he moved the hand at the back of her head down to the small of her back slowly.

"You can't expect me to sleep now." She smiled against his neck as he breathed his response in her ear, brushing the hair away slowly well nibbling at the skin under her ear.

He tipped her off him onto her back, sliding a hand along the side of her naked body as he pulled the blanket away from her. A sigh escaped her lips as he then brought a hand up along the inside of her thigh, brushing his fingers slowly along her sex. A shudder left her, but she fought to control it. It was Van, not Damis. But all her doubt washed away when he bent again and placed small kisses on her mouth, on her cheek, then down her neck and shoulders, as soft and gentle as always.

She smiled and moved her head to the side against the pillow, giving him easier access to the spots on her collarbone, feeling his teeth graze against the bone. His mouth eventually moving down to her chest, arousing her even more. And as she arched her back up, giving him easier access, he wrapped one arm around the back of her, splaying his hand along her back to hold her in spot, well he put his other hand between her thighs, moving up and burying a finger inside her. She gasped at the sensation and let a moan escape as he rubbed his thumb against the spot she needed.

His mouth moved away from her chest again. He kissed her jaw as she talked to him, her voice a whisper of passion. "You'll be gentle right?"

He kissed her mouth again, brushing his nose against hers as he pulled away. "Whatever you want, Hitomi."

His finger was still anchored inside her, and when he bent to kiss her again; his tongue gaining entrance to her mouth, he slowly began to move in and out of her, adding another finger as she cried out against his mouth, arching her back up, wanting more.

He kept going, enjoying the sounds of pleasure that were erupting from her, the way her body arched against him when he hit a certain pleasure area. He teased her, brushing his thumb over her sensitive spot ever so often, causing her body to shudder and her insides clamp around his fingers. He drove in deep when she clung to him, and one more slow circular motion with his thumb caused her to reach her point. She fell back against the sheets, breathing heavy as he removed his fingers. Her bare chest rising and falling with the action, one hand resting lazily on her stomach, the other over her head.

Van had a sudden urge to pin both her arms against the pillow and relieve himself of the huge amount of tension he was feeling in his lower stomach and groin, but he thought better of it. He didn't want to do anything that that man had probably done to her. He turned his attention back to Hitomi when she rolled over onto her side and without a word took his mouth in hers, tracing her delicate tongue along his bottom lip before meeting his in his mouth. He ran a hand through her hair, heavy with the smell of her and just enjoyed the kiss.

When she pulled away, she pushed him down to the bed, pressing her palms into his shoulders as she straddled him, a small seductive smile forming on her lips, her honey brown hair flowing down her shoulders, covering her bare chest, just managing to pool in her lap. He could feel her hot, sticky sex against his lower stomach, and when she shifted down, she let herself slid over his shaft. He bit his lip and controlled himself. He would let Hitomi do whatever she wanted.

She traced her fingers down his chest, letting the small fingernails dig into his muscles as she went along. He tensed, goose bumps erupting over his body. She smiled at his reaction and reached underneath herself, lightly stroking his member before wrapping her fingers around the shaft and moving the head closer to her opening. He closed his eyes as she teased him, letting it touch her wet folds before she moved more on top, sitting up on her knees as she positioned him for entrance.

He grabbed her hips as he plunged into her, pulling her into a rhythm as he made her his own again.

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AN:

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