Chapter 4: Operation - Gin-chan and Tsukki Big Date Night Part Two

Rated M

"Huh..." Tsukuyo pulled away from their kiss when the sound of Shinpachi's embarrassed exclamation from outside startled her. "D...did ya hear...s...somethin'?" she panted, looking over at the now, closed door, craning her neck over.

"Nope," Gintoki answered her, just as breathlessly as she was. He didn't pause in kissing and nipping at her neck and her chest and her attention was easily drawn away from their fleeing audience back to him.

She arched her body, pulling him closer even though he'd never been as physically close to as he was then, it suddenly felt as though it wasn't enough. Tsukuyo brought her other leg around him and they both moaned into their kiss when, even through his clothes and her layered kimono, they could feel a desperate pressure building.

"Just try'na kiss me, huh?" he mumbled, his voice shaky as he kissed her between syllables and ran his through her hair.

"Mmm-hmmm," she mumbled back. "Just a kiss," she said, breathily when she was able to think again. "So...now ya can leave...if ya want," she added.

"Isn't that...meant to be my line?" he said, touching one of her smooth legs. "Even though you've got me trapped pretty good here," he added.

"Like I could...mmmm...stop ya if ya wanted t'go," Tsukuyo scoffed, moaning when he brought them closer again and she ground herself up against him instinctively.

"Where else would I wanna go?" he muttered, nipping at her ear, playfully.

"...B...beats me...mmmmm..." she moaned again.

With one hand, he started tugging at the front ties of her obi, trying to see just how far she was willing to go or if she wanted him to stop. She surprised him again when instead of stopping him, she pulled the shoulder of his yukata down and started to tug his shirt off. He tossed it aside and returned to fiddling with the delicately tied obi while her hands roamed his back.

After a moment, he decided that it was impossible to do anything more than untie the obijime cord around the sash especially with only one hand and whilst he was lying on top of her. Tsukuyo seemed to have the easier job as she'd managed to undo his belt and sash even with her shaking fingers and she'd tossed them away. He wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to stay sane when she seemed so intent on taking his clothes off.

"'S'wrong?" she mumbled against his lips.

"Y'damn dress," he muttered back and gave another frustrated tug at her belt.

"W...oh..." she said, pulling back from their kiss for a moment. Her lips were red and her face was flushed and he supposed he must've looked much the same.

"What?" Gintoki asked, concerned that he'd pushed too much.

She pondered for moment that it might be difficult to untie her kimono when she was laying underneath him like this. So, she tightened her legs around him and rolled them over, shocking him and he let out a stunned breath when she settled herself above him. Most of her blonde hair had come loose from her usual style since he'd been running his hands through it and it hung around her face but he could still see her striking eyes as she stared at him. "Better?" she asked, still breathing heavily.

"Huh?" he blinked, even more confused and about a hundred times more aroused by the fact that she just flipped him over.

"C...can y'get it like this?" she asked, turning her head around a little and then back to him. "I can..." she began and stretched out one arm, going to reach behind her but she stopped when he put a hand on her wrist.

"So...you're okay with..." he said, breathlessly.

Tsukuyo shrugged her wrist from his hand and guided it around to the back of her kimono. Together they untied the fabric and tugged it away and then she wasted not time before leaning over him to kiss him again. She took his hand again and guided it to the front of her kimono which was now hanging a little lose without her sash but they layers were still mostly folded around her.

"Yeah," she replied. "I...I want to...I want y'to. D...don't y'want..."

Gintoki pushed aside the layers of her kimono with one hand and placed his palm around her bare waist. When his hand met her skin she closed her eyes and gave a shaky sigh, shivering when he began to move his fingers along the dip in her waist and over her hip.

Now that her kimono was hanging open around her, he could see her pale, toned skin and her more modern underwear that she was wearing beneath the dress. Although, if she wore lace bras and panties every day like the ones she was wearing then, he worried that he might never be able to form a coherent sentence again.

"Stupid question," he grumbled.

Using his other hand, he reached behind her, touching her bare back and she arched up with a moan when he ran his fingers along her spine. He'd thought about her often enough like this but it wasn't as though he'd thought he'd ever have stood a chance with her. She was a remarkable, beautiful woman who never backed down or compromised and she'd risked her own life for years, saving the discarded women of Yoshiwara by hiding them and training them within the Hyakka. He admired her, found her intensely attractive and her dry sense of twisted humour was more than enough to match his own when she let it out.

"W'at's that supposed t..." she said, sounding confused.

Gently tugging her closer to him, her hips met his again and they both moaned at the feeling. Without realising it, Tsukuyo rocked against him. Without the bulky layers of her kimono in the way, the only layers between her and his erection was his boxers, his trousers and her thin pink underwear which by now were noticeably damp with her own arousal.

Tsukuyo fell against him, reaching out a hand and catching it on his chest to stop herself from collapsing. She felt him still running his fingers along her skin, up and down her back, along her shoulders then over her bra strap, down her arms, over her breasts and her stomach and the tops of her thighs. She whimpered when he reached her unsteady thighs only to start back up along her stomach again. It felt like a bizarre form of torture. She'd wanted him to touch her and now that he was it seemed to be in the wrong places even though his every touch set her on fire.

"T...this is one hell of a date," he mumbled, squeezing her backside, greedily.

"Hmmm," she agreed.

Without realising it she'd begun to rock against him slowly and so he did the same, meeting her every move with his hips until they were both just as shaky and breathless as each other. Unable to hold herself up any longer, Tsukuyo lay over him, her breasts pressed against his chest and her kimono covering them both like a blanket as she continued to rock against him. She slid her arms out of it hastily, her lust addled mind frustrated that the sleeves were in the way and restricting her movement. Now she could run ran her hands along his arms and his shoulders, dragging her nails along his skin without being hindered by her kimono.

His arms wound around her tightly, holding her close as he kissed her again, passionately and deeply. If he'd had any worries left about her being unsure she was doing a damn effective job at disproving them. She was laying atop him in only her underwear, rocking against him and moaning into his mouth. It was like something out of his fantasies and he swore he'd probably wake up at any moment and realise that it wasn't real. While what was left of his brain was too busy worrying, his body wasn't overly concerned and it almost seemed like it was acting of its own accord. His trousers seemed awfully confining all of a sudden and his hand had dipped below her stomach, along her inner thighs and skimmed the soft, damp fabric of her pink panties. Her moans grew louder and wilder and she tensed over him, murmuring his name against his lips as he moved his fingers over her, lightly. At the same time, he used his other hand to undo the clasp on her bra.

He rolled them back over and they both shoved her kimono away from them as well as his yukata which he'd quickly shrugged off. With her bra loose, he snuck a hand underneath it, cupping one of her large, soft breasts but when he did, she groaned and then turned her head away from their kiss, staring over at the corner of the room.

"Tsukuyo?" he said, breathing heavily. With a hand still on her breast, he stopped moving.

"Hmmmm?" she moaned.

"Y'ok?" he asked.

"Mmmm," she nodded, flushed red from both embarrassment and lust.

"Can stop...if y'want," he said even though his every thought was screaming in protest at the mere suggestion of stopping. He was far too gone to want to stop but he would if that's what she wanted, even though he'd probably need a very, very cold shower and free reign over the bathroom for a while. She'd probably never look at him again and he'd have lost whatever was left of his dignity but he'd force himself to stop if he had to.

"No!" she exclaimed, turning back to him with frantic eyes.

"No?" Gintoki repeated, his voice hoarse. She wasn't helping by starting to move against him again and she laid her palm over the hand at her breast.

"I...don't want to stop," Tsukuyo said, quietly. She was breathing heavily still, her body rising and falling with each breath and he could feel her hardening nipple beneath his palm.

He breathed a sigh of relief and gave a gentle squeeze to her breast. "I don't either," he muttered back.

She arched up and brought their lips together again, a little clumsily but it made her point and then she lay back down, bringing him with her. Staring at her, he tugged at her bra strap and she nodded, moving her arms to let him pull down the straps and he tossed it aside with their other clothes.

"Dynamite boobs, I'm telling ya," he muttered, staring at her, awe stuck.

"Ehhh?" Tsukuyo exclaimed.

"It's a compliment," he told her, dryly and planted his palm over one of her breasts again.

"W...w'the hell...k...kinda compliment is..." she began to say, flushing red. Before she could say much of anything else her mind went suddenly blank when he kissed his way hastily down her chest and his mouth latched onto her one of her hardening nipples. She threw her head back at the feeling of his lips and his tongue gently biting and squeezing and she found herself unable to say much of anything other than mumble his name as she dug her fingernails into his back. She hardly noticed that his other hand was trailing down her stomach until he was gently touching her between her legs through her wet underwear.

He swore that if there were other people in the building around them, they'd have surely heard her loud, surprised moan and if he told her that'd she'd made such a beautiful, wanton sound, she'd never believe it or she'd likely just kill him. And neither of those sounded preferable, so he chose the far more enjoyable option of trying to make her moan again. He slid her panties down her legs and she kicked them away once he reached her ankles, leaving her naked. She pulled him back over her and whimpered into his mouth when she kissed him, clawing at his back and tensing with the relentless pressure building from his hand and grinding closer towards it.

"G...Gin...toki...c..can't..." she panted a minute or so later.

"Can't...w...what?" he asked, just as breathlessly.

"C...can't...b...breathe..." Tsukuyo answered, her whole body tense beneath him and her eyes clenched shut.

"Me...neither...s'fine...w...who needs...t...that anyway?" he stammered back, kissing and licking a soft trail up and down her neck.

He didn't stop when she came a few seconds later, he couldn't stop. Watching her throw her head back and feeling her arch up into him was the most erotic thing he'd seen in very, very long time. She was holding onto him like a lifeline while she moaned and he moved his hand from between her legs and interlaced their fingers together as he moved atop her to grind his aching erection into her thigh, groaning at the pressure.

When Tsukuyo opened her eyes again he was hastily pulling off his trousers, he'd feared he'd stop the blood flow much longer if he kept them on and it was becoming unbearably uncomfortable. She watched him toss them aside and then when he looked back at her she leapt over him and flipped them again, straddling him and bringing their hips together, rocking gently.

"Fuck," he breathed, stunned. "S...stop doing that," he said, grasping her hips and staring at her breasts.

"Why?" she asked, grinning, feeling remarkably powerful.

"Uhhhh...Shinigami..t...tayuu's...g..gonna kill me," Gintoki just about managed to say, gritting his teeth.

She planted quick, teasing kisses to his lips and he groaned in frustration when she repeatedly pulled back only to tease him again. At the same time, Tsukuyo was sliding a hand down his chest and then beneath the waistband of his boxers and finally made her way tentatively to touch him and his grip on her hips tightened almost painfully.

As she'd found with kissing, she figured that seeing people do it, as was unavoidable in her line of work, was far different than actually experiencing things for yourself. So while she wasn't at all ignorant, it was no less embarrassing and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool out of herself in front of him. But he didn't look at all embarrassed, and as she began to move her hand along his hard length, the moans he made became wilder which increasingly encouraged her. With her other hand she tried to push his underwear down and he hastily helped her, both of them fumbling a little but they managed to kick them aside, removing the last layer of clothing that stood between them as though it was an annoyance that they didn't need. Still kissing, his hand came to cover hers and squeezed a little, moving with her and applying more pressure.

"Gintoki..." Tsukuyo breathed into his ear, her hand moving with desperation.

"Shiiiit," he ground out, staring up at the ceiling with hazy eyes. "N...need t...stop..." he begged, his voice ragged. Despite what he'd he'd just said, his hand stayed around hers, urging her on desperately.

"Why?" she asked again, not stopping.

Lost in waves of pleasure and lust, Tsukuyo wasn't sure how much time passed before he found herself on her back again with her arms held above her head, preventing her from touching him. His grip around her wrists was strong and she knew she probably wouldn't be able to match him in terms of strength, but it didn't feel at all threatening.

He lay over her with his face resting in the crook of her shoulder, taking deep, ragged breaths.

"S'wrong?" she asked, turning her head a little to rest her mouth by his ear.

"Gotta think...a...about...not sexy things..." he muttered.

"W...why?"

"Zura in a...d...dress...old granny..."

"Ehhhhh?"

"Not...working," he sighed, deeply, "Shit."

"W...why are ya..."

"Too soon...want more," he said. His grip around her wrists loosened and she wriggled one hand free to bury her fingers in his hair. He started kissing a trail down her neck after a moment and when she tried to move he held her down, seemingly intent on kissing his way down her shoulder, chest and her stomach, slowly. He didn't stop there either. After he released her other hand, he moved to kiss her her hips and moved down to her right thigh and all the way down to her ankle, his hands touching and squeezing every inch of her as he moved methodically down her body.

"I...mmmm...c...can't...Gin...toki..." she struggled to speak as his mouth started at her left ankle and moved up her leg. She clutched at the sheets of the futon as she trembled, her head thrown back and her eyes clenched shut against the onslaught of pleasure.

When he reached the top of her left thigh what she wasn't expecting was for him to nuzzle his nose between her legs and move them further apart with his hands. She could just about raise her head a little and blink open her eyes to stare down at him for a second before she felt his tongue probing at her wet folds and she couldn't hold back the desperate moan that was forced from her mouth. Her head lolled back again and no matter how much her body moved, arching up to get closer to him, he kept holding her back down, the muscles in his arms easily keeping her still.

"Gi...mmm...oh god," Tsukuyo exclaimed.

"Can...call me that if y'like..." he scoffed.

"I...idi...ot..." she panted. She was clawing at one of his shoulders with her fingernails while he continued his relentless onslaught with his tongue, moving deeper and faster with every passing second and always returning to the same spot that seemed to drive her to the edge only to retreat, mercilessly.

Unfortunately, while it was working in driving Tsukuyo to the edge, it was also pulling him closer too. It was becoming unbearable to hold back and he felt beads of sweat trickle down his spine as he held himself over her. In desperation, he reached down and frantically touched himself, barely holding back his own orgasm while Tsukuyo screamed and rode out her second.

He moved up her body to kiss her as she strained beneath him, waiting until she sagged bonelessly in his arms, panting against his lips. Her limp arms wound around him and he moved to nuzzle his nose along her neck as he rocked against her, unable to stop himself. He was too far gone to stop and he knew he was close to begging at this point.

"W...where'd they keep the things in here?" he muttered into her ear.

"Wha'...huh?" she breathed, confused.

"The rubbers," he mumbled.

"Huh?" Tsukuyo blinked, still confused and her mind still mostly reeling in pleasure.

"The johnnies?"

"Eh?"

"The condoms," he snorted at her expression.

"Wh...oh..." she panted, looking up at him. "S'fine," she whispered, shyly.

"W'you mean?"

"I err...pill..." she mumbled, "F'years...so...s'fine."

"Fuck," he mumbled, still moving against her hip. "Need..." he let out a ragged breath. "B...better doubly safe...than not...s'where..."

"K...kimono..." Tsukuyo said, suddenly remembering that Hinowa had given her a small box when she'd helped her to dress earlier.

"Eh?"

Tsukuyo looked around for her kimono and stretched out her arm, pulling her dress over to her and fumbled around with the yards of fabric with shaking hands. It took her a moment as well as a few frustrated grunts for her to find what she was looking for and then she held it out out a box of condoms.

"I...it...I...H...Hinowa..." she stammered and he scoffed.

Together they practically tore open the box, tossed it aside and then fumbled with one of the packets. "Give it 'ere," she snatched it from him and tore open the packet.

"You even know w...what you're doing?" Gintoki asked her.

"M'not an idiot," Tsukuyo answered. "An' y'were gonna break it," she said. He'd been shaking with desperation, so she did it for him. Being a virgin didn't mean that she was entirely ignorant, in fact, Hinowa had given her lessons many years ago much to her everlasting embarrassment, on how to properly use condoms. Unfortunately her friend had a vivid imagination and the 'lesson' had lasted for hours and had been extremely descriptive. At the time she'd had no idea why Hinowa had told her anything as she'd sworn never to sleep with a man because they were the sworn enemy of all Yoshiwara women. She'd tried to forget that conversation and pretend as though it had ever happened, but now she was silently thanking her friend for her foresight as she rolled the condom onto him, watching him shudder uncontrollably.

"Fuuuck...that's hot," he said, staring at her as she worked. "So...fucking..." he mumbled, kissing her when her clever hands finished their task.

Gintoki moved over her, guiding up her legs around him again and she moved against him, eagerly. She couldn't help the grunt of acute discomfort when he entered her slowly and she tensed around him. It was unlike any pain she'd ever felt before and though he'd barely entered her, she had no way of preparing for the uncomfortable stretching she felt as he moved a little deeper.

When his every instinct was screaming at him to move, it was arguably the most difficult thing he'd ever done to ignore them. "Y'ok?" he asked her, breathlessly and gave her red, swollen lips a brief, gentle kiss.

She nodded and managed to mumble a quiet, "Mmmm," before she tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him in a little bit closer. He pulled back and then moved forwards again, and did the same thing again, each time penetrating her deeper and deeper and their moans merged together. It seemed to take forever and every time he felt her tense or heard her grunt or hiss in pain he stoped and waited for her to move before he did.

Though the pain didn't leave her completely, by the time he was buried deep inside her, it had faded enough that she could still feel some pleasure from feeling him straining inside of her and his arms shaking on either side of her. Tsukuyo stared up at him, watching his usually mischievous or lazy face morph into one of almost pained discomfort and she pulled him closer to kiss him.

"Tsukuyo..." he mumbled, winding the fingers of one hand into her hair, cushioning her head.

Slowly, as the worst of the pain began to fade and her mind was once more overrun with lust, her blood burned and her heart raced as she rocked herself against him. When she pulled back a little only to thrust up into him again, he couldn't hold back anymore. His movements became increasingly frantic, pulling back and thrusting back into her and the lewd sound of their bodies moving against each other would've embarrassed her if she'd had the ability to care, but she didn't. She was clutching her legs around him so tight they were beginning to ache, but holding him close was all she could think about as she tried to match his every move and failed.

She couldn't keep up anymore. She was already exhausted and there was nothing slow or even gentle about how he was moving now. He was moving out of uncontrollable desperation, his hands skimmed over her body, his mouth took over hers and his hips jarred into hers over and over again.

"Tsu...c...can't...close...fuck..." he mumbled as his mouth moved to her shoulder, gritting his teeth.

"Hmmm..." she whimpered, stroking down his strong back.

With shaking fingers, he reached down to touch her and, already sensitive, Tsukuyo exploded for the third time, screaming in ecstasy and mumbling his name. He came just after she did, holding onto her almost painfully and gasping for air as reality was shattered and all he could see was her.

On shaking arms, his head fell into the crook of her neck and he collapsed beside her with a heavy sigh. He was still half draped over her and still inside her but at least he wasn't crushing her with all of his weight on top of her.

"'M not dead, right?" he mumbled, his face partially buried in her hair.

"Wh...?"

"Fuck," Gintoki breathed, kissing along her shoulder, "That was...you killed me..."

"Y...w...wha'?" she asked, confused, "Dead?"

"Death by sex," he mumbled back.

"Idiot," Tsukuyo nudged at him with her shoulder.

For a moment, they both lay limply, panting for breath and ghosting gentle touches over each other until he moved a little to pull out of her with a noise that made her already rosy cheeks blush and he threw condom away. "Sorry," Gintoki said, sounding much more serious as he settled against her again.

"For dyin'?"

"If I hurt you," he said, genuinely.

"Ya didn't," she answered, quickly.

"You're lying, right?"

"...A bit," she admitted. "B...but that's what all the women 'ere say is gonna happen the first time," she shrugged, "It's not like ya bruised me or anythin'."

"I'll make it up you, tayuu," he said. "Maybe just gimme a few hours," he mumbled. He pulled her over onto his chest and draped his arm on the delicate curve of her waist.

"T...they say it gets easier..." she whispered, shyly as she nuzzled her face closer into his chest.

"Didn't think you were the type to be sharing gossip with the ladies," he chuckled.

"I...it's just what people say!" she exclaimed, "I wasn't g...gossiping!"

"Suuuure," Gintoki drawled.

"But I..."

"Whatever, I believe you," he grumbled and tightened his grip on her just a little. "I was just joking. I heard that too and I'll prove it to you...later," he said, his voice becoming quieter with each word. "So...'pill,' huh?" he managed to mutter.

"Errr...yeah."

"Why?"

"'Cause...Hinowa always said I...I had to lead by example so...all the women here take it...if y...ya don't they punish ya...or well, they used to, but some women didn't want to so she said if I started taking it then..." she explained hastily.

"Gotcha," he mumbled.

"Was easier to just keep takin' it and..."

"'Kay...s'fine...just wondered," he said.

"Mmmm."

"How long you been planing this ambush?" he asked after a minute, "You had condoms with you this whole time. Even when you said you just wanted to kiss me? Just a kiss, huh?! What a lie."

"T...that...that was Hinowa...she..." she tensed and sat up a little to look at him.

"Better safe than not, like I said, but you brought the whole box with you. What else have you got planned, tayuu?"

"I...I..." she stammered, seemingly unable to process a response and he chuckled at her.

"Okay, relax, I'll stop now," Gintoki said, smiling at her and closing his eyes, "Only teasing."

"B...but I..."

He gently pulled her down to lie on his chest again and ran a tender hand along her arm. "Guess we owe her one for that, huh?" he breathed, "Damn matchmaker."

"Mmmm," Tsukuyo mumbled back.

"Worth every damn kunai to the head," Gintoki mumbled, holding her close.

It was only after a moment that she began to notice how uncomfortably sticky and warm she felt and though she was loathe to move, her eyes flickered to an internal shoji door behind them that she knew would probably lead to a bathroom. His arm was heavy around her waist and she shuffled a little but he responded by snuggling his way even closer to her and letting out an annoyed sounding moan.

"Let me up," she whispered.

"Why?" he asked, he sounded half asleep already.

"B...bathroom," Tsukuyo answered, sheepishly.

He sighed but he begrudgingly moved his arm from around her without opening his eyes. She glanced around the room, not sure if she was really brazen enough to walk across the room naked even if his eyes were closed. Her eyes landed on the closet piece of clothing which happened to be his white yukata so she snatched it up and shoved her arms through the too long sleeves and wrapped it around her before she stood on shaking legs. Hoping he wasn't watching her, she found herself stumbling her way across the room in the dim light and then opened the door. She peered her head through the gap and was relieved to see a small corridor that led to a bathroom on one side and and a storage closet on the other.

The bathroom was fairly large and just as elaborate and expensive as the main room was. Tsukuyo drapped the familiar yukata over the large, rectangular cedar bathtub and quickly washed off both the sweat and the mess from between her legs as quickly as she could. She was too tired to wait for the bathtub to fill up so she did her best and then ran her fingers through her hair. She washed her face and then decided that that was as good as she could manage. Tsukuyo put on the yukata again and returned to the main room.

"Gintoki?" she whispered, but she got no response. She walked back across to the futon and found that he was asleep. His arm was stretched out across the futon, he was breathing gently and the covers were draped over his waist. She quickly went around the room, turning out the lights and then knelt down on the edge of the futon. She wormed her way under the covers and lifted his arm so that she could lie closer to him. Tsukuyo put his arm back over her waist and pulled up the covers.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep too.

It was probably only a few hours later that Tsukuyo startled awake, thinking that she'd heard a noise. She opened her bleary eyes and blinked around the room, but she couldn't make out much of anything in the dark.

She was nestled comfortably in the futon with Gintoki spooned behind her and she was still draped in his yukata. She assumed that he was still asleep and she whispered his name to try to wake him up but he didn't respond. She nudged at him gently and craned her neck around to try and look at his face.

"Gintoki," Tsukuyo said, "Wake up...Gintoki."

"Whaaaaa'?" he mumbled, groggily.

"Did ya hear somethin'?" she asked.

"Noooo," he hummed.

"I thought I did..." Tsukuyo said, "I'm sure I did."

"'S your imagination."

"But..."

"G'back t'sleep. 'S still dark," he slurred.

Tsukuyo yawned and sat up as best she could, she clutched the yukata around her naked body and looked around the room again. Her eyes had adjusted a little better to the darkness now and she noticed that there was a large, familiar black bento box with a handle by the main door across the room from them as well as a small package wrapped in paper and tied neatly with string.

"Was that always there?" Tsukuyo pondered aloud.

"Who cares...lemme sleeeeeep...'m not as young as I used t'be y'know..."

Little did she know that Gintoki had in fact seen Hinowa place the huge bento box and the package inside the room. It was no doubt filled with her usual, elaborate dishes for their breakfast. He'd stared at her through one sleepy eye and she'd smiled at him as she'd placed them on the floor. He'd simply closed his eye again and snuggled under the covers, held the sleeping Tsukuyo closer to him and then Hinowa had left. He'd been hoping that Tsukuyo hadn't heard anything, but clearly she had.

"It wasn't there before," she stated.

"So, someone left us food...great...not hungry...sleepy..."

"Who'd be leavin' us food in the middle o' the night?"

"You must've paid up good for this room...now pleaseeee let me sleep," he moaned.

"Eh...wait...when did they leave it there?!" she exclaimed, blushing.

"Why's it matter?"

"B...b...because I was...we were..."

"Why're you getting all embarrassed? This is Yoshiwara. It happens every day here."

"Y...yeah but..."

"Ah..." he sighed and finally opened his eyes, giving up on getting back to sleep. "Calm down. It was just Hinowa, I saw her. She left it there like a minute before you woke up. I heard her wheelchair from down the hall and it woke me up," he admitted.

"EEEHHHHH?" Tsukuyo yelled. "B...but I was a...asleep...a...and I'm...n...naked..." she clutched the yukata even more tightly around herself. "Sorta...t...that means...s...she saw us...asleep...in the same futon!"

"See, that's why I'd didn't say anything. I knew you'd be embarrassed. Hinowa wasn't. She was smiling so much I thought her face was gonna break in half. Talk about the sun of Yoshiwara's smile," Gintoki said, dragging his hand through his hair. "Y'know she's been try'na get us together for ages and nothing embarrasses that woman."

"B...b...but she saw..."

"I'm sure she's seen worse," he yawned, "Besides, all we were doing was sleeping. It's not like she walked in on us when we were..."

"AH! Okay...I get it! Shut up!" she stopped him by putting her hand over his mouth.

"Well, I guess having a parent walk in on you, even just asleep with someone else, would be pretty embarrassing," Gintoki said, his voice muffled by her hand.

"She's not my mother, y'know!" she replied, moving her hand back.

"No, she's worse. She's a matchmaker," he said, shuddering, "She came to check if her master plan finally worked. She'll probably throw a party for you when we go back."

"...M...maybe we shouldn't go back then," Tsukuyo mumbled, apprehensively.

"Oh! You mean we should stay in this room forever?" he smirked, "Well, I'm fine with that, as long as you let me have breaks now and then..."

"What's with that stupid grin?!" she yelled at him.

"What? A man needs a break once and a while, tayuu, even viagra won't fix that."

"Shut up!" she snatched up the pillow and smacked him over the head with it.

"Oi, cut it out," he said, cowering. "Knew I shouldn't have said anything. Anyway, I thought you said no more violence, huh?" he grumbled. He took the pillow from her and put it back down, forcefully.

"It's just a pillow," Tsukuyo scoffed.

"First a pillow, then before we know it, it'll be a kunai again," he grumbled and flopped back down onto the futon, dropping his head onto the pillow. "Never had a woman's mom leave us food before. Guess we should be grateful but it kinda makes me feel like a teenager caught kissing a girl on the couch," he said, thoughtfully.

"S...she's not my mom," she repeated.

"Mom, friend, sister, partner in crime, whatever you wanna call her, she's your family. She's just try'na be nice...in her own weird way."

"Yeah," Tsukuyo smiled, staring over at the bento again.

"But it is kinda weird," he reiterated.

"She cooks better than I do," Tsukuyo stated.

"Everyone cooks better than you do," Gintoki snorted and she did too.

"True."

"Can we go back to sleep now?" he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Well...I'm awake now," she said, sounding a little shy again.

"Yeah, me too, that's the problem."

"I mean...we don't 'ave to just sleep...do we?"

"What d'ya mean?" he asked, coyly and peered at her through one open, dead fish eye.

"Well...it's been a few hours...probably, right?"

"I guess," he said, "Why?"

"Ya said...give ya a few hours, didn't ya?"

"Guess I did."

"Unless ya don't wanna..." she began, stopping when he rolled on top of her and kissed her, lazily at first.

"Course I wanna," he breathed into her lips. "I never wanna stop," he added, with a hand moving over her breast, teasing her.

Her lips battled his with increasing confidence and her tongue matched every move that his made and quickly, lazy kisses became intense and passionate again. They were both as demanding as the other despite their lingering tiredness and their hands clawing at each other, their limbs tangling to hold the other closer in a dizzying climb.

He hastily rolled her over on all fours in his strong arms and she was too surprised to try and stop him. He clamped an arm around her waist, holding her hips up and she propped herself up on her elbows just in time to stop her face from falling into the pillow.

"W...wha're ya..." she stammered, craning her neck around to try and look back at him.

"It'll be fun," he whispered in her ear, "Promise."

"Wh...but..."

"What?" he asked, trailing his lips along her ear and the side of her neck.

Truth be told she felt ridiculous kneeling on all fours with him hovering behind her and it was utterly embarrassing. Not to mention that it felt like a degrading thing for her, a person who'd sworn to never cede control to anyone, to be doing. It didn't help her internal conflict that it still felt so good having his arms around her, his lips at her ear and his eager erection pressing into the curve of her backside.

"Hmmm..." Tsukuyo moaned when he teased her nipple between his fingers.

"What?" he repeated.

"S'embarassin'..." she managed to utter, thankful that he couldn't see her face.

"No one else here," he said. He lowered his hand from her chest to her stomach and then slipped two fingers between her legs easily. Without realising she was doing it, she began desperately rocking against his hand which was moving at a tortuously slow pace.

"G...Gin...toki...p...please..." she breathed after a moment. It had barely been more than a minute or so since he'd started touching her again but the dizzying climb from half awake to actually begging for more wasn't something she'd thought she'd ever experience or would even have been possible.

He was letting out ragged breaths at her ear and his iron grip around her waist didn't falter which was probably a good thing, she pondered, as it was likely the only thing holding her up. Her arms began shaking, clutching at the bedsheets when his fingers inside of her moved deeper and faster at a relentless pace. She was sure she was dizzily close to the quickest achieved orgasm of her life, which considering her lack of experience wasn't saying much, when his fingers slid out of her leaving her feeling frantically empty.

"...D...don't...stop..." Tsukuyo panted, her voice sounding almost pained.

"M'not," he muttered. He moving her legs apart a little more and ran a hand along the curve of her ass, dragging his nails and squeezing at her skin, enraptured by every little moan and sigh she made at his touch. He drove a single finger between her perfectly formed, round cheeks and held her ever tighter with his arm still around her waist.

"Urgh..." Tsukuyo cried out. Her arms buckled at the strange sensation of intrusion and pleasure and she landed face first into the pillow with a groan of surprise. Her hips were still held up by him and he didn't stop his intrusion, instead he added another finger and moved relentlessly inside her.

When she tried to push herself up onto her elbows again she fell once more when he slammed her forwards, chuckling at her. Once again, his fingers retreated from her only to fumble around on the floor trying to find he box of condoms, luckily he found it easily and he quickly tearing open another of the small packets. In a matter of seconds she felt him pressing his hardened length into her backside, prizing her apart slowly and she screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. He moved into her gently, pushing forwards slowly and by the time he was fully sheathed inside her, she was quivering beneath him and he was shaking too. He was propped up on knees, he was leaning most of his weight on her so he grabbed her wrists and held them down as he began to rock into her.

Allowing someone else to have such control over like this felt slightly humiliating. The waves of pleasure coursing through her were definitely worth it and feeling him against her, hearing him pant and moan was a glorious thing. She trusted him with her life and certainly with her body and if she'd had the ability to say so at that moment, she probably would've done so. But his arm around her waist loosed a little to allow his fingers to circle her clitoris almost lazily and all she could do was utter his name and moan but that seemed to be enough because he began to plunge into her from behind erratically, moaning with her.

He suddenly bit down on her shoulder, not enough to bruise but enough that it tore through her like a raging fire and she arched her back letting out a wanton cry. A second later he pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back and she opened her eyes, staring up at him with hazy eyes. Her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath she took and before he could move again, she surprised both herself as well as him.

She quickly clutched at him and rolled him over onto his back like he'd done to her, landing on top of him with her legs on either side of his hips. Her hands fell onto his chest as she impaled herself and leaned over him as she felt herself stretching around him far more ease than the first time. There was still a dull ache and she stayed motionless for a moment to adjust, clenching her eyes shut and clawing at his chest with her fingers.

"Y...you want a t...turn, huh?" Gintoki muttered, his head tossed back in shock at her actions and he bit his lip, trying to hold back the onslaught that he could feel threatening to overtake him. When he opened his eyes, the sight of her sitting above him, her back straight, her large breasts unashamedly bare and her striking eyes staring down at him, almost made him come them and there.

She was sitting as still as a statue above him, breathing hard and simply staring at him and it felt like torture. "Tsukiiiiii," he whined. She blinked rapidly and her already flushed face, blushed even more as though shocked by her own actions. He reached out and clutched either side of her waist, moving her up slightly and then back down and they both practically sobbed when they were literally joined at the hip once more.

She moved again and again, pulling further away and plunging back down, tossing her head back as she rode him with a reckless abandon she'd never thought she was capable of. When he tried to touch her breasts, she moved her hands from his chest and grabbed his wrists. Just as he'd done, she pinned his wrists above his head, one in either of her small hands and he didn't try to break free from her grasp.

"Oi...n...no fair..." he hissed as she slammed back down onto him again.

"S'fair..." Tsukuyo mumbled, leaning over him with her breasts grazing his chest. Her hips moved erratically and he made sharp, uncoordinated thrusts beneath her.

He couldn't say how long it had been exactly since he'd actually let someone take control in the bedroom like this, and while a very loud voice and a desperate need in his head told him to roll them over and take his control back, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The sight of Tsukuyo above him, moving like a woman possessed was too beautiful to stop. It was enough to drive him wild and let out a guttural cry at her focused expression as she drove herself desperately towards release.

When she let out a brazen cry of pleasure as she finally tightened around him, he prized his hands free from hers easily and looped them around her with an almost bruising strength, holding her and driving himself up into her with short, sharp thrusts and then his own tortured cries echoed with hers.

Tsukuyo had collapsed onto him, feeling as though her very bones had been liquified and she was gasping for air for several minutes before she was able to actually move even the slightest amount. Even turning her head a little on his chest felt like a Herculean task.

"Damn...that was..." he breathed. "Think I just lost half my brain cells," he said when he was able to form words.

She let out a weak scoff and curled even closer around him. "Won't make any difference," she said in a quiet voice.

"Oi," Gintoki grumbled, trailing his fingers down her sweaty back. "We are sooo doing that again," he drawled. His usual rule of never sleeping with the same woman twice was technically broken now so what did a third time in the future matter? Besides, she really was a knockout woman, in every sense of the term.

"Eh? Now?" Tsukuyo asked, stunned. She raised her head weakly and looked up at him in disbelief. Her limbs still felt heavy and numb and she felt as weak as a day old kitten, she could barely keep her eyes open.

"You kidding?" he chuckled. "Tayuu, you're hotter than chilli flavoured wasabi in the middle of the desert but I doubt I could lift a finger right now, even for you, let alone anything else...Tomorrow. I meant tomorrow. Or as soon as we can move, whichever comes first," he said, gently easing her to lie down against his chest again.

She did so without protest and nodded against him with a quiet, "Hmmm." After a moment she pursed her lip, thinking about his ludicrous analogy, "Wasabi chilli sounds gross," she said.

"Yeah...it is," he snorted.

"Urgh," she mumbled.

"Didn't know if you'd like it," he admitted.

"What? Wasabi?" she asked, confused.

"No," Gintoki scoffed. "Some people don't, but damn I really, really, reeeeaaally hoped you would," he mumbled. At the same time, he lifted one of her hands and placed a gentle kiss on her delicate wrist where he'd held her down before.

Tsukuyo wasn't someone he'd ever have associated with the words delicate or small, but he could fit his entire hand around both of her wrists easily, and he could hold her waist more or less with both hands too, as he'd recently discovered. No matter how toned and lethal she was she was still quite small compared to him now that he thought about it.

"O...ohh...y'meant...t...that..." she stammered, blushing at the memory.

"Not gonna lie; I like being in control..."

"I...liked it," she mumbled, interrupting him.

"Yeah, I could tell," he snorted. "I would've stopped if you hadn't, y'know that, right?" he asked her seriously.

"I know. I trust ya," Tsukuyo mumbled, sheepishly. "And...I liked doin' that too...the...I mean...being in control, I mean," she added.

"Hottest fucking thing ever," he declared and then closed his eyes.

Crouched on a building outside in the dark, Sa-chan's glasses had fogged over and she was tense and still as she stared down at the traditional building.

"I knew it!" she hissed. "I knew it! That big boobed blondie stole my Gin-san! I can grow big boobs too if that's what it takes! I can grow boobs ten times as big as hers! I'll be the biggest boob ninja ever!" she yelled out, shaking her fists at the air. "I'll show her!" she growled, lifting up a bazooka from out of thin air.

"Enemy sighted!" one of the Hyakka suddenly yelled out.

"Attack!" another screamed.

"Eh?" the bespectacled ninja blinked.

At least ten of the Hyakka leapt up at her from nowhere, all of them holding deadly sharp kunai. Having been sat keeping guard over the building all night, they were ready to attack and they grinned happily.

A.N. I've never written anything quite so explicit before and it took me a while to write...what that says about me that I kept coming back to finish this, I've no idea, lol, but I hope it was worth it ;)