Toshinori was proving himself to be more of a godsend than usual. And not in his usual kind or sweet way, though Shay very much doubted he knew how to be any other way.

No- the night before they had gone to visit her parents, he had pulled strings and actually blackmailed so many people in the hero business that it wasn't even funny- all just to give her one last wonderful memory of her mother before she passed.

And it had worked too.

The day that they had arrived to visit her parents, he had had her surprise all set up for her. A nice outdoor picnic underneath a cherry blossom tree, with a well tuned and carefully cared for piano. Everything had been just as she recalled it from when she was a child.

And she had been so shocked/pleasantly surprised by her fiancé's actions that she had practically thrown herself into his arms and kissed him until his legs had given out. After that, they had sat on the ground for a few moments, both panting and breathless and her parents had meandered outside accompanied by a nurse whom had just grinned at them.

Toshi had blushed under the scrutiny of her father and mother and had awkwardly attempted to introduce himself to them both, though her dad seemed to be the only one to recall his actual name while they had been there. Her mom had just instead called him son, both embarrassing and pleasing him at the same time as they had their picnic and Shay had visited with both of her parents and played the piano.

Everything had gone amazingly well, even when the lucid moments had worn off and both parents had reverted to an almost child-like state.

Shay had been amazing with them, much to Toshinori's surprise.

She had been so patient, and motherly, putting up with everything from their messes to their tantrums and soothing their nerves when they freaked out that Toshinori once again thought of her having his child. Sure he wouldn't bring it up now- the timing was bad- but sometime soon perhaps he would mention it.

When they had finally left, Shay had been unusually emotional. Both laughing and crying almost uncontrollably as he drove them back to his place, that by the time they reached his home, she had fallen asleep and he didn't have the heart to wake her.

She had slept the rest of the day away and all night as well. And though he worried, he decided to leave her be for now. The next morning she greeted him when he awoke to go to work, with a nice breakfast, fresh coffee and two freshly made bento lunches and asked him if he would mind if she came to work with him again.

It had been on the tip of his tongue to deny her, but then he realized that today was the day that her mother must be going to pass on- so he quickly shut his mouth and simply nodded his head, earning a grateful smile from her as she left him to go get dressed while he ate.

The day after that just seemed to blur together up until lunch when he and Shay sat down together to eat their bento's. As usual the food was delicious, however before he could even comment on what little bit he had eaten- her cell phone rang and she was told by someone working where her parents had been living that her mother had just passed away.

After that things became strained and she slowly hung up her cell and set it on the coffee table where their lunches sat, with a shaky hand...that he stilled with his own...

A few days later-

Toshinori followed Shayera through their home and to his bedroom where she took hold of his hand and simply gave him another one of her lost looks. Her expression was one of someone silently begging for help. It seemed to be a repeating pattern since her mother's death.

Today had been especially hard on her since it was the day that the funeral had been held.

And while he had tried to focus on the lovely service that had been planned by his fiancée, he had simply been a tad bit too busy taking care of his girl. Whom had, oddly enough, dragged him into the nearest broom closet and had her wicked, wicked way with his body.

Honestly he couldn't recall a time that he had ever come so hard that he'd almost passed out.

This of course had also been a pattern with Shayera for the past few days. He suspected that it was because she was having trouble dealing with her emotions towards her mother's death normally.

And while he didn't particularly think it wise to go along with this course, he couldn't seem to deny her what she felt that she needed by way of comfort.

So like every other time before- when she gave him that lost look of hers, he moved towards her and began to slowly undress her between playing with her hair, kissing and nipping at the soft skin of her neck and shoulders and felt her melt into his touch and lean back into him.

However this time would be different from the others. He could feel it though he couldn't quite place the reason why.

Scooping Shay up in his arms once she was bared before him, he swiftly carried her to their bed and proceeded to slowly strip himself inbetween placing soft, drugging kisses on her lips and skimming his hands along the curves of her body as he dropped the last bit of his clothing on the floor and then carefully pinned her to the bed underneath him.

His aching length pressed against her flat stomach as he stroked her hair back from her face and leaned down to kiss her when he heard her ask, "Will you act like you're a villain again?"

He pulled back a little bit, wanting to look at her face. His eyes questioning as he mentally went over the past few days and how they had interacted when they were intimate. He was becoming very concerned that something was really, really wrong now. But despite their previous intimate encounters during the past few days, their lovemaking had been kinky, perhaps a little bit frenzied at times. But it hadn't been rough like that time they had role played.

"Are you sure that that's what you want?" He asked. She nodded and his eyes darkened as he asked her for her safety word.

She told him Violet and he nodded his head slowly and moved himself down a bit so that he could get into position to enter her and after getting himself settled, placed her legs over his shoulders and slammed himself into her. She cried out and arched her back up off of the bed under him as he held perfectly still for a moment to allow her to adjust to the sudden intrusion before he started to pound himself into her dripping core.

All while stealing breathless kisses, teasing her already sensitive breast tips with his teeth and tongue before suckling roughly at the skin between telling her what a gorgeous little tease she was and calling her his kitten, his minx, his sweet little cock slut.

To be perfectly honest he only threw in that last name to see if it was pushing too far. But since she didn't use her safety word, he kept going until he finally came inside of her trembling body with a soft growl and then slowly, languidly moved to see the 'damage' he'd done to her this time.

Aside from a few dark hickies, some faint bruising around her breasts from his teeth and hands- she was surprisingly well off. Though at some point between her last orgasm and his, she had apparently fallen asleep on him. Not that he minded any, especially since she haven't been resting normally for the past day or so.

Sure she took little catnaps here and there. But they never lasted longer than an hour or so. And afterwards she was up for the rest of the day and night.

So the fact that she had finally passed out on him was good.

Carefully slipping her legs from his shoulders, he arranged her body so that she would be more comfortable and moved off of the bed to redress and leave her to sleep before deciding that it would be better if he cleaned her off first. Besides after sex like that, they were both messy, sweaty and he had some of his cum as well as her fluids running down the inside of his thighs, and no offense or anything but it felt kind of gross to him.

So he could only imagine how it would feel to her.

Turning back to the bed, he reached out and gently scooped her up into his arms and then headed to the bathroom.