Hello friends,
This is my second Ritowa fic to be published.
I attempted to write this into canon events and was inspired by Riku's love confession and the recent poster of Riku and Towa in the lavender field.
If you follow me on Twitter, dearmisskitty, you will see art I made for this also, a continuation of the poster scene.
This story does contain adult/r18/nsfw content. But to follow ff net rules, the story is cut.
You will find the full version on my AO3, dearmisskitty.
You will also find the art for this story on my twitter.
Warning: Towa is canon age(considered "minor" in some countries). Apologies if this makes anyone uncomfortable... yet I hope you understand the context when reading and why I found it fitting for the story I wanted to write.
Note: This is currently a one shot story, and could be related to "Cold Hands", because I also wrote it into canon events, and I do now plan to make a sequel to this story you are about to read.
Please enjoy...
ps. Thank you to TowaZanseiken on twitter and discord for beta/editing.
To Love You
The night had fallen upon the land, like a blanket of soft clouds laid out across a dark blue sky. The moon was not in sight, for it was another new moon night, lit up by a multitude of stars to light a path for the two wanderers that made their way through a tall grassy field. They had gone off the beaten path, separated from the rest of the group, as it had been agreed upon by everyone this would be the safest decision to keep the two young girls safe during a vulnerable night.
There was a tension in the air as the man with auburn hair looked down at the young lady next to him with dark brown shoulder length hair and strands of a red birthmark, as she faced forward. Time had passed since they had met up again, becoming closer than ever, even though a part of him had kept his distance. He longed for this, to be near her always, at the same time he was afraid this would hurt her, because he knew what was coming. It was planned for tomorrow when he would stake his final betrayal and lead everyone, including Lord Sesshoumaru and Lord Inuyasha to Kirinmaru's location, his ship and island, which he hoped would become his final resting place.
He had been traveling with the group since the day Towa found him once more and he agreed to come along. "I thought I would never see you again," her voice rang in his mind, remembering how it came to him like a shock when he turned to see her. She had an emotional expression as she ran into his arms, abandoning any formalities they might have had together. It struck him when he caught her and held her, if only for a few moments. He had wondered then, if she too felt the way he did.
It had been an adjustment over time, getting used to the others aside from her. He was so used to being alone, aside from occasional interactions that were necessary. But he had managed, like always, to navigate social spaces, wanted or not. Because of his personal resolve, he knew it benefited them, having him around. Because of his advanced fighting experience and knowledge of Kirinmaru's war skills, he had been working with the girls individually and together to strengthen their skills in preparation for the inevitable battle. But it was his princess especially he had paid close attention to as he knew how important she was to everything, to everyone. Not even Towa herself knew as well as he did, how special she was and what she meant to the future of the world, not just to those who knew her.
Since he happened upon her in the forest that day many months ago, he offered her guidance when he could, without giving a direct answer. He always answered, once she knew what to ask. He could never lie to her, not directly. He had wanted to tell her everything for some time now. However, he had grown hesitant about an answer to a certain question he had been dreading would soon come. It was a question that hadn't been asked yet, but he felt it would be, and tonight especially. The end of things was drawing closer, when he would no longer see her smiling face anymore. But it was a smile he wanted to go on forever, and so he knew that he himself could not.
He wanted to share this moment of honesty with her when it was just the two of them, as it was something he only wanted her to know. No one else mattered but her.
"Riku?" her voice sounded from next to him as they walked alone together.
"Yes, princess?" he asked gently.
"Are we going to make camp soon? We've been walking for a while now," she said with a weary tone and a half smile, suggesting she was tired and ready to settle for the night.
"We are here," he answered as he stopped walking, "but first I want to show you something."
Towa watched as Riku brought his left hand to his earring, noticing how it glowed a bright purple hue. He then began to pull his hand away and with it, the small sword detached from the indigo pearl and grew to full size. Taking the blade in his hand, his whole body was radiating warmth around him. She was interested, but grateful in this short moment, because she was very cold in the night air. With a sudden swift movement, he cast the sword directly in front of him, sending it flying. As quickly as it went though, it stopped, almost as if it was stuck in the air.
"Oh…" she breathed, amazed as he began to follow where the sword had landed, and her behind him. When they came upon it, Riku placed his hand on the hilt and with a calm intimidating demeanor, he dragged the sword downward, creating a glowing slit in mid-air. Pulling the sword out, she saw it had created a sort of gap in the air that mirrored the night sky and field they were in. Only she did not see either of them reflected.
He looked back to her then, smiling with those bright violet eyes. The sword had now returned to his earring. "After you," he nodded to what appeared like a doorway. She wanted to ask, but she didn't. Instead, she returned his smile, trusting him as she then stepped forward. Mustering the slightest bit of courage, she walked through the opening and into the other space. Upon entering she immediately noticed what seemed to be the only change, "Oh, it's not cold anymore?"
"No, not too cold or hot. Just perfect," he replied as she turned back to him, noticing how he had joined her through the void. It's glow seemed to fade when he stepped inside, as if it was sealing off the space they were now in. She took her white jacket off, feeling like she didn't need it, then glanced around, only seeing that it looked exactly like where they had been, in a grassy field underneath a night sky glittered with stars. Only now, it had a different feeling to it aside from the temperature. There was also a strange familiarity to it all, which she couldn't quite understand. "Where are we? What is this…" she asked, trailing off her sentence in confusion as he walked after her.
"This is a place that only I know, and now you do too."
Even though his tone was soft and giving, it seemed like his previous way of doing things. She knew he was making her guess, never giving a direct answer unless she prompted him to. "Meaning?" she asked.
"It mirrors the existing world but few can reach it, unless given permission from spirit beings or entities, and then there are those of us who just naturally have access," he explained.
"So a spirit realm?" she asked again, curiously as he nodded in reply when she realized, "Oh, like within the tree, when I could see my mother?"
"Similarly, yes. This is what you might call, a little pocket of that, I created myself a long time ago. It can only be accessed by myself, in actual reality," he smiled before he paused, and then his tone changed to a softer yet serious one, "or within dreams."
"Dreams?" she asked in a soft voice, looking around them and then it hit her. "I…" she was taken aback, "I've been here before… this meadow." she felt overwhelmed suddenly and turned to him for understanding, "Riku?" She felt like she was losing touch with reality until she saw the familiar butterfly float past her, circling around him, the shades of purple reminiscent like that of his eye markings. They seemed to glitter when near each other, and then the butterfly floated to her and she caught her breath as he faintly touched her nose before flying away once more. As she watched it disappear into the night sky, she felt her heart being pulled, and then she heard him speak again.
"I had to find a way to reach you, Lady Towa... To show you what needed to be seen, to guide you where you needed to go."
As she listened to his words, images came to her mind suddenly, of a night just like this one, a new moon, many months ago. Then her eyes widened as she turned back to him, overcome by the realization. "The butterfly? That was you?"
"Yes."
"The whole time…" Towa was shaken.
"As a kirin, the butterflies and I are connected." Riku added as he approached her.
"Like Kirinmaru?" Towa asked softly, looking away as she began to realize other things this revelation meant.
"Yes." His reply had a cold sound to it which made her sad, causing her to frown and look away. There was something different about Riku this night, as if he was hiding a sadness from her. She wanted to understand, but as she was about to ask, she turned back to see him next to her. She felt a small blush grow on her cheeks from the close proximity as he met her gaze. His expression was one of tenderness, yet concern, and she realized that maybe he could pick up that she felt sad for him. She felt sad for what he was and even though it did not matter to her for she always saw him as his own person, she knew it mattered to him. She could tell, from the time she learned of it, and everything he said about it to her before, what it meant for him. He saw himself as trash, a puppet, an object. But she saw him differently.
"Riku?" she spoke his name as he drew closer, searching her face as if for an answer to a question that had not been asked. She remembered now, the night of the new moon and how he looked at her, this close to her. But it was not the same, for his expression was not the mischievous nature that it was then, only now more sincere with no hidden agenda. She could feel her heart racing again though, just like that night and glanced at his lips. Would he kiss her now? She had thought of it many times since then, and when she gulped, he smiled and moved to the back of her, breaking their gaze. "Oh?" she breathed.
Towa eyed him curiously as he reached for the backpack she carried, letting it fall off her shoulders as he took it from her. Although she was surprisingly disappointed he'd moved away from her face, she didn't pull back, but trusted him in whatever he was doing. Opening the canvas flaps and reaching inside, she noticed Riku pull out her lavender hand cream.
With one hand he squeezed the cream onto his palms and rubbed his hands together. She loved the scent of it as always, calming yet invigorating. He then placed the tube back into her bag and brought out her water canteen. Slowly opening and pouring it onto his hands, she watched as his face appeared to be content and blissful, like he was enjoying the craft he was making. As his hands became dripping with water resting in his palms and flowing down his tanned wrists, he then made a swift movement and cast his arms and hands out across the field they stood in.
"Oh wow," Towa exclaimed breathlessly as the water droplets sparkled so brightly as they spread out against the night air. And when they landed upon the grasses, the ground began to glow, sprouting small leaves, and then little purple buds. Slowly, the buds became taller and began to bloom, creating a meadow filled with lavender. The little flowers glittered underneath the stars as a breeze blew in and swept past her, becoming overpowered by their beautiful alluring scent. She laughed from amazement, dropping her bag and jacket as she ran into the field. She knelt down into the grasses, touching the lavender and smiling at how soft and delicate it was. It was real life magic.
Riku watched her every movement, admiring her fondly for her childlike wonder at everything she experienced. But there was a feeling of sadness within him, even though he enjoyed being here with her and wanted to smile. Yet even if this would soon be over, it was enough, just to have known her.
As he saw her knelt down, touching the lavender flowers he created, he also crouched down next to her. She glanced at him only briefly, that familiar smile on her face, the innocent bittersweet tenderness of it all. He found himself mirroring her expression, not only because he felt comforted to do so, but to hide himself in a way. He wanted to tell her, but he was holding back for fear of hurting her. Would it perhaps be better if she didn't know?
"How is it you can do all of this?" she laughed again, brushing her fingers among the purple buds. "I feel like I'm always learning something new about you. What else can you do?" she smiled at him once more and it tugged at his heart strings. "I guess I'll learn over time, huh?"
That last sentence pained him and he tried to cover up his emotions, not wanting her to see him. But it was too late, unavoidable when he realized she saw, just as her expression changed to one of concern. He looked away, guilt overcoming him from the small cracks of his mask she always saw through.
"Riku?" her voice was gentle with a sad tone, "What's wrong? Is it something I said?"
He was unable to lie to her. She had asked. That was a rule he gave himself. If she asked directly, he would tell her every answer she wanted to know, no matter what. Now, of all times and situations, he knew he couldn't choose to not say anything, He wanted her to know, because she needed to know. Even now, it was not about him.
"Time is fleeting." he spoke in a somber tone, still not facing her. He reached out to the lavender buds, grazing his fingers across it. "Like a flower that grows from almost nothing, blooms and one day withers away back into nothing, so too do most things in this world. They are only here to serve a purpose," he paused, looking up to the stars, "And then they are gone."
"Gone?" she asked with worry and confusion in her voice, and he knew he could not lead her to the answers, not this time. No, it would be full disclosure. He no longer feared losing her because of the truth, for really, he was already gone. The least he could give to her now, was the pure honesty of his heart.
"You know what I am, Lady Towa," his tone changed to a more serious one.
"Riku is Riku." her voice was soft and assuring, yet even this pained him.
"No. Not who you see me as, but what I am," he would still not face her, but wanted her to understand, "I was created essentially out of nothing. I was made in the image of Kirinmaru. I am a part of him and he is a part of me. When Kirinmaru ceases to exist, so will I." He looked to her now, unexpectant of any kind of response. Yet there it was, written on her face, widened eyes with sudden realization of what was to come. With the morbid sense of humor he possessed, he half smiled, "I will become nothing again."
"How…" she sounded in shock, "You… you will die?"
"Yes," he answered matter of factly.
"Then it can't happen!" She rejected his response, "We won't kill Kirinmaru... I won't do it!" she paused for a moment, biting her lip, "I can't!" As she spat out words it tugged at his heart, causing him to frown. He expected her to be upset, but it was especially when the tears began welling in her eyes, that he was taken aback. What was she feeling? Was it the same kind of pain he had? To never see her again?
"I won't," she choked out again, like she was trying to control her emotions but was unable to. This was the last thing he wanted, for her to be hurting like this.
"I have always known this would be my fate. I accepted it long ago even before I met you."
"How can you say that- that you accept you will die?" she paused, then shook her head, "No, there has to be another way."
"There isn't," he replied calmly.
"It's not fair. You didn't get to choose," she spoke like she was trying to reason with him, yet it was pointless.
"Sometimes there is no choice, not for someone like me," he glanced away, feeling somewhat distant from the emotions she displayed, because it confused him. He wondered, if because of her kind heart, that she felt sorry for him. He didn't deserve such kindness. "Do not waste your pity on me," he smiled softly.
"Pity?" she asked, as if she was surprised. "Is that what you think? That I pity you?" she bit her lip again as tears began to stream down her face. She wiped them away but they kept coming, "You don't even know, Riku," she managed to choke out and he realized that perhaps he was wrong. It wasn't pity, but something else. He felt guilty then, for assuming less of her and it struck his heart that she was being genuine. She cared for him. For him to think otherwise, had only been him feeling as though he didn't deserve it.
Riku could feel the tension lifting from him, his face softening towards her and took a chance and reached out, touching the side of her face. She gasped softly when he did so, caught off guard as he slowly turned her to face him and lean in. Her eyes were wide, dripping with tears as she met his gaze and he smiled awkwardly, feeling such warmth in his heart, like a calm acceptance of it all. "You would cry for me?" he asked gently, not even expecting an answer. He was only touched by the strong emotions radiating off of her. "Lady Towa," he said her name softly, "I have to do this. It is my fate."
"But," she frowned, "You can't…"
He caught the tears falling with his thumb, his palm against her face. He searched her then, the troubled expression she held and he knew this was the truth behind it, the pain of emotions she had often suppressed. A single tear rolled down her cheek and to her lips and he took his other hand to brush against them, wiping the wetness away. Her lips were pink and full, soft beneath the touch of his skin and his eyes darted back to her own brown eyes, glistening with mixed feelings, her brow furrowed in confusion and hurt. He mildly regretted touching her like this, as he didn't want to push her into an unfamiliar territory and make matters worse. At the same time, the crease in her lips reminded him of a simpler time when this was still new to him, and to her. There had been many unknowns and much to explore, but there was a lightheartedness to it all, nothing like now. He wanted that joy to return to her, to remain.
"Your smile," he spoke sincerely, "It reflects the pureness of your heart. It's sweet in a painful way, which makes it so genuine and real. I want it to last forever." he paused, watching her face change, "And so… I will do what I have to do, to protect you." He was firm on that last note, wanting her to understand.
"Riku…" her eyes were shaking and her lips quivering.
"Don't you see," he tried to make her understand, "I was nothing, an object... but I became real, because of you." he paused for only a moment, " Since I came to know you, everything I have ever done... was for you. You are you, Towa." he smiled as her eyes widened, "The gift of knowing you has been enough for me… I used to believe I was a mistake, but now I see, it was never true. I was meant to find you." He felt his little green fireflies start to appear around them, and he knew it was his emotions taking form and giving him away. He moved closer, his heart breaking but he had to tell her, "To give my life now, so that you will live, it's the sole purpose for why I am here… I understand now… it was the reason for my being alive…
I was born to love you."
"Riku…" Towa choked out his name, her expression softening and more tears coming to her eyes as he brushed his fingers to catch them. But then what happened next, he did not expect. In seconds, her hands were on his face and his eyes widened, just as she moved in to kiss him.
Her lips were against his own and he couldn't close his eyes as he was shocked from the gesture. Her fingers and palms were on his skin and from her closeness he could feel her tears seeping into him. The water from her eyes, absorbing the painful emotions, yet they had a pureness to them, a truth, and he knew something was changing in the air around them.
"Lady Towa," he breathed when she pulled away ever so slightly, sniffling as she searched his face. He didn't know how to respond, but held no expectations over her. She then pulled his head closer to hers, her body rising and lifting her lips to his forehead and kissing him there. "Riku… you are you…
I love you."
When she spoke those words it took his breath away and he closed his eyes, letting the unfamiliar feeling wash over him. As a single tear fell down his cheek, it felt like a great burden had been lifted from him, a heavy weight removed from his shoulders and a feeling of peace poured into his body. It was similar to when he accepted that he himself had fallen in love with her. Yet he never expected it to be returned to him.
He could feel her pull away from him then, and he slowly opened his eyes to see her sit back on her knees, her hands still on his face. As he opened his eyes, he gently placed his hands over hers and saw that smile once again, through her tears. There it was, the bittersweetness of her beauty.
Riku felt he could truly let go now without any regrets, grateful to this one person that loved him. He felt accepted by this young woman, he was not nothing, he was made real because of her.
There was a stillness between them as they faced each other, both expressions soft, teary and open as the wind gently swayed the grass and lavender buds. The little green lights floated about them, lighting up their faces as time seemed to have stopped, a fleeting moment, just as Riku had called it. Towa felt assured of what she felt pulled toward, even though she was overrun by her emotions. It was Riku, gazing at her with a faint smile, like he was already fading away. She could see herself reflected in those lavender eyes of his and knew, just as he had told her before, she was all that he saw. Even his words spoke of this, that she was everything to him. In this moment, she felt drawn to him like he had become her everything also.
If it would be only this night, then that was all that she wanted.
Riku… Riku
She felt her heart calling out his name and she let go of any reasoning as she went to kiss him again, slowly. She watched as he closed his eyes and she did also, focusing on the taste of his lips, like spices in the fall. The feeling of it was soft and delicate, something she had never partaken of before. Her first kiss, she thought, given to him only seconds ago, and now another. How many more would follow? How long did they have? She spread her fingers to his jawline and neck, pulling him into her. She was purposely taking her time as she moved her lips against his, savoring it.
When she felt his hands go to her own neckline, she shivered and he pulled back, "Lady Towa…" he breathed against her face and she was so close to his eyes now she thought she could see galaxies of stars in them. "Riku…" she spoke his name in return like a breathless sigh before she kissed him once more. Three times now, three kisses. She wanted more.
She worried though, if it was too much, to crave the closeness of him. There was an anxiousness to it all, to long for him in the way she found herself doing so. She would be lying if she told herself these thoughts were new. They weren't new at all. There'd been a few times that she imagined what it would be like for him to be this close to her, to touch her, kiss her… and more.
When she felt him pull away again, she was slightly hurt by it. He held her face to him, his forehead pressed against hers and she held onto him also, feeling the pulse underneath the skin of his neck. "Lady, Towa… I…" he spoke softly. It was like he knew what she was thinking and there had been other times like this he seemed to read her thoughts, she could have sworn he did.
She didn't know what to say, she just wanted to be close to him and if it was to be something new for her and the first and last chance to have this, then why not Riku?
Riku was the first person to understand her after all, when no one else did. He was the first to befriend her, the first to truly listen, the first to touch her in an intimate way, the first to make her feel safe, the first to make her feel wanted, and now the first kiss and her only love.
As he held her like this, she could feel his hot breath flowing in and out and she knew that he was holding back like he always did. But it was different now, learning what she had and taking that all in. It wasn't that she was only thinking with her heart, it was that everything she wanted right now was justified. "Please… Riku…" she breathed.
"Towa…" he whispered her name and slowly gave into a gentle kiss. She moaned at the feeling of it, furrowing her brows as she held onto him. She noticed now, that when he dropped the honorific in her name, it created a sense of seriousness, like he had made up his mind. She placed her hands on his wrists, blushing with the thought in mind of what she wanted. As the kiss began to deepen, she pulled his hands away from her face and he didn't move, allowing her to place them elsewhere. It was her shoulders they landed on, and it was like he knew what she was asking as she let go of them. His hands then glided down her arms and up again, then to her back, her neck and then repeating each motion. She enjoyed the feeling of it, delicate yet firm as he occasionally gripped her, feeling her also.
Hoping he would take the lead, because she had minimal knowledge aside from textbooks and regrettably curious internet searches, she was relieved when he seemed to sense this from her also. How do you know? She thought, and as she did, she felt his tongue poking at her lips and so she parted them. Her eyes widened and she blushed at the immediate sensation, realizing his tongue must not be normal, but a kirin's, for it was forked and split into two tips at the end. But it didn't matter as she closed her eyes again, her hands now pulling at the collarline of his blue osode and white juban.
She felt his tongue intertwining with her own, like a creative dance he had invented. It made her heart flutter in a curious way, as a small fire began to burn in her belly. His hands that had been exploring her body everywhere except for her most intimate areas, suddenly pulled her to him so that she was sitting on his lap. She moaned as it caused them to part from the wet kiss, drool escaping her mouth as she wistfully opened her eyes to see him. "Lady Towa," he said her name as he looked up at her, his arms around her and her hands on his shoulder, "You're so beautiful."
"So are you," she let out a small smile, feeling awkward as she blushed.
He released a small laugh, "You repeat it back to me?" He then went to kiss her neck and she shivered, "You're so sweet," he hummed, "A rare fruit…so delectable."
"Ahh, Riku…" she could feel her face turning red, embarrassed by his words and touch, yet an excitement crept through her insides. He was kissing her neck now, his hands running along her back, tugging at the fabric of her blouse as she felt his tongue on her skin also. She threw her head back unintentionally and moaned, which seemed to excite him. She could tell by the way his hands slid to the small of her back and then her buttocks, squeezing her cheeks as she tensed, before he traced to her thighs, then up her torso. He barely graced her breasts and she jumped in his lap, her legs wrapping around him as his hands now found her shirt collar.
"Riku," she whimpered his name and then felt him pull away from her neck. She wondered why he had stopped, and then his words seemed to vibrate off her skin, "Are you certain… you want this?" His voice was deep and sultry, yet there was a hidden sadness, a longing and even a fear.
"Yes," she whispered, dismissing any accusations that came to her mind. She felt him pull away from her and she moved her head back to see him. His expression was soft yet intense, a desire. For her? Those wild iris eyes of his, reflecting the stars above, so much mystery within, like they held all the answers of the universe. She felt she could get lost here forever with him, and she wanted to. She wanted to ignore her own hesitation due to inexperience of something she never truly wanted until she came to know him. She wanted to give into the moment, because she knew this was all they had. She felt herself growing sad again, but tried to cast it out, for it was unwanted. Right now, all she wanted was him.
"Riku…"
Towa went to kiss him, more forceful this time, moving her hands to the back of his neck and into the long strands of auburn hair. She felt him working at her shirt collar, undoing her ribbon and pulling it from her as it made a small sound when it hit the air. He was working at her shirt buttons now, one by one, slowly, like each second would fill up a single night. As she gripped onto his hair, she wondered if time would stand still for them, hoping that it would. She wanted this to last forever.
When his hands momentarily left her, she could tell he was undoing his overcoat but she did not let go of him and entered his mouth with her tongue. She felt him moan deeply into her and she pawed at his hair, finding the band that held his small pony tail and pulled at it. As his long hair was freed, she parted from his lips and pulled back to look at him. He smiled at her, with such a brightness in his eyes, shirking off the jinbaori into the tall grasses.
"Lady Towa," he breathed as his hands returned to her body, his fingers tracing the inside hem of her blouse and parting it. She gasped softly, feeling the back of his hand touch her breasts that were bound in strips of fabric. His hands then moved to her bare skin now exposed, underneath the fabric of her shirt and to her shoulders as he went to kiss her collarbone.
She could feel her heart pounding, even though it was so delicate, the smallest of kisses. But it was his hands that were slowly pulling her free of her blouse that caused her to blush, feeling the coolness of the night air on her bare arms. She allowed his motions of undressing her in a soft way, letting go of him to pull her arms out of the shirt, now dropping at their sides. She felt his hands move back to her arms now and they were rough against her own skin, proof of his experience with a sword and much more.
He had been placing kisses along her collarbone while he removed her lavender blouse, its color she thought like the little flowers he grew for her. When he kissed her chest covered in fabric, she felt herself tense up and he stopped, somewhat to her dismay. She looked down at him curiously, feeling his hands stop once more also.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently, looking up at her.
She smiled softly, feeling tears well in her eyes again at his sweet expression, "Yes. Keep going, please…" she breathed, and he listened.
As his hands moved to her back, his face between her clothed breasts, she ran her fingers through his hair and held him to her. She loved his long hair, thinking it complimented his face that she also loved, smooth yet sharp features, and the auburn hair now touching it, she realized was so soft like silk. She gasped suddenly when his hands touched her bare waist, his fingers just barely underneath her pantline. She moved her hips against him, almost instinctively as her heart jumped and her eyes widened as they opened, realizing how good that felt. It was unexpected. She rolled her hips again, as if to test it and it was confirmed that it felt very nice. And even though there was a certain anxiety to it all, she felt her body growing warmer, like piled wooden logs on a cold night, catching fire.
"Ooh, my princess..." the sound of his voice hinted that he himself was about to come undone. She didn't know what to expect, not exactly, certainly not with Riku as he was often unpredictable. But as she held onto him, his hips now bucking against her own and causing her to blush more, she thought this would be okay, if only for just tonight.
His face was buried in her chest and she could tell he was inhaling her as his hands ran along her back, the slightest hint of fingernails on her skin that sent what felt like electricity spreading through her limbs. His hands began to work at her fabric binding, undoing her as she moaned, rolling her hips against him once more as her hands traveled from his long hair to the back of his neck. Her fingers had now slowly slid inside his clothing lining, feeling his skin, so firm over his back muscles and bones. His spine seemed so strong and as she spread her hands down, it caused his blue and white clothing to loosen and begin to fall from his body.
Towa pulled back, wanting to see him, just as she felt him tug the binding of her chest, now undone. She met his eyes as the fabric strips became unwound, his hands pulling it all away like rope being pulled inside a ship. She remembered he once said to call him pirate Riku, and she still had yet to witness this role of his, but she could see it there, in his eyes. He held a mischievous expression even though there was still a softness to it, a certain kind of romantic atmosphere he seemed to have created for her. She realized that he had stolen something from her after all: her heart.
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