Disclaimer: I don't own Toshokan Sensou (Library War) or it's characters. Wish I did but. :)
They had previously decided that any money they could have used to go on a honeymoon was spent on their new home. But it was their intention to go away to Osaka one day soon.
After brunch, Atsushi and Iku walked over to the library, they had been given a few days off but wanted to bring over the last of their items from the dorms. Shibasaki was also moving out of the dorm. As a lead member of the special investigation division she had always had access to her own room but had enjoyed Iku's company too much.
With Iku gone Shibasaki did not feel like she could be bothered training a new roommate and was going to get her own room.
Once Iku and Atsushi reached the dorms they separated. Iku collected her things, Shibasaki had been kind enough to pack most of her non-personals and so it was only a matter of dragging her clothing case downstairs along with the small box of toiletries and other items. She then returned her key to the dorm manager thanked him for all his help over the years then waited for Atsushi to come out.
After waiting nearly half hour she grew annoyed at the delay, leaving her belongings with the dorm manager, she walked into the male dorm drawing stares from the men. Several made comments that Mrs Dojo should not be interested in other men.
Iku blushed but when one grew bold enough to pat her bottom she snapped. Grabbed the librarian by the wrist and slammed him into the corridor wall.
It was an incredible reaction and only afterwards did she note the collar insignia of a 3rd level administration supervisor.
Atsushi appeared from a door to the left.
"And that gentlemen is what happens when you tease my wife!" Atsushi announced "And while she is an idiot for entering the male dorm she is a member of the task force." He glared at those who had gathered "Therefore, while she is my wife, she is perfectly capable of defending herself, HERSELF."
The crowd dispersed and two other librarians carted the supervisor Iku had apparently knocked unconscious to the infirmary.
Atsushi waved her into his room. She had been into it a few times when guarding Touma Kurato. It was spartan, a standard issue bed, a small desk opposite a heater in the middle with a small bar fridge in the corner for beer.
"What made you come barging into the men's dorm?" He berated, hands on hips.
"What's taking you so long?" She snipped back; hands similarly placed, drawing herself up to her full height causing him to have to look up.
He held her gaze then smiled. "We are too much alike."
"No. I'm not a midget." She spat back, a mock snarl forming momentarily before turning once again soft.
"Well wife who must bend to get through doors, my fridge was too heavy to move. I'm giving it to Komaki as he always used mine to store his cheese."
Iku looked down at it and scoffed, picking it up easily.
"It's not heavy at all."
Atsushi looked incredulously at her. "That's because I just emptied it, having taken the items over to Komaki's room, only to return just as my gargantuan wife slammed the 17th highest ranked senior officer at this base into the corridor wall."
Iku blushed, it was reasonably heavy as it was but laden with beer it would be almost thrice so and would have taken Atsushi at least two trips to empty given no trolley was available."
"Where's Komaki's room?" She asked resting the fridge under one arm.
"Near Genda's, I'm giving him my heater too, it's too small for our house and his is old.
While it may not have looked it, a heater filled to the brim with oil was small but amazingly heavy; it took all of Iku's strength to move the one she and Shibasaki shared.
Iku was amazed that Atsushi could pick it up and expect to carry it out the room while full.
Atsushi lead the way and it must have looked comical to see him struggling to carry a small space heater while Iku walked behind him easily holding the larger fridge under one arm while carrying a ruffle for the heater under the other.
Komaki greeted her at his room door and she noted that while both rooms were identical in shape and style, but where Atsushi had had the small bar fridge, Komaki had a small book-stand with various books and magazines.
"I heard what you did to Mathura, he's a letch and a perv but he's not stupid enough to press charges against you even if you are in the male dorm."
Iku nodded and set the fridge down in the middle of the room.
"Where you want this?" Atsushi groaned, indicating the heater.
"Near the bed, I gave the old one to Tezuka, as that Sunagawa-bastard owned the one they had shared and he took it back last month when he finalised his move out of the dorm."
"Poor kids must have frozen their butts off in that room." Atsushi commented.
"Yeah but Tezuka asked Genda if he could borrow his and Genda was more than happy too as he was in rehab still."
Iku listened to the banter, smiled and left once Atsushi had recovered his breath. They returned to his room and quickly boxed up what remained.
"I'm going to miss this room, been here for over 9 years. Lots of memories." Atsushi stated surveying the room.
Iku sat of the bed. It was made neatly, the sheets library standard issue. She rolled until she lay in the middle, spreading her legs, she let her medium length skirt raise up past her knees to her thighs.
"Want to have one last memory of this room?" she said coyly, inching the skirt higher till he could just see her damp panties.
Atsushi shook his head and smiled; placing the box in his arms on the ground he crossed over to the door and locked it.
Turning around he noted Iku had undone her blouse but had not made to take it off.
Bending over he pulled the steel framed bed away from the wall. Iku squeaked at the sudden movement but kept her squeal under control.
"Best not to have it thumping against the wall."
He undid his shorts and pulled off his underwear. Not knowing how much time they would have to get redressed meant leaving most of their clothes on was a good idea and logical. Any ruffling could be explained away as being caused from the exertion of moving their things out of the dorm.
"No squirting" he admonished her, lowering himself upon her. "Wet your clothes or mine and I will dump a bucket of water on you from the cleaners cupboard across the hall."
Iku nodded and leaned back.
Atsushi smiled and undid the drawstring on either side of Iku's lace up blue panties. He then folded her skirt up behind her back before leaning down to kiss her lower lips for the first time.
Iku had waited patiently for Atsushi to prepare her. But had not expected him to touch her as he did.
"No, don't do that it's dirty."
Atsushi licked her, tasting her bitter sweet saltiness.
"You are my wife and I will do as I want." he said, drawing his lips against her pert nub; he sucked hard.
Iku bucked and bit down on her finger stifling a scream. She had orgasmed with that simple touch and now was ablaze wanting more.
"You liked that didn't you?" he whispered and watched her nod her head "Then steel yourself."
He kissed and sucked, letting her explode into his mouth. She tasted tangy sweet, a flavour he could come to enjoy. Spicy, with a hint of strawberry undoubtedly from the body wash she (and reluctantly) he had used earlier to shower.
She was unshaven, something she had said would be unavoidable as the defense force uniform made her itch like mad when she shaved no matter what sort of undergarments she wore.
He himself had suffered a similar thing, forgoing a sense of cleanliness for comfort.
That said her hair was coarse and rough against his lips and nose but carried and held her scent well.
She whimpered and bucked into his mouth as his tongue flicked her love canal. Her legs, sports shoes and all, were in the air. He felt her lower them over his shoulders and squeeze his head between her thighs.
A hand ruffled his hair forcing his head harder against her mound.
"There, there... oh right there" she moan quietly.
Atsushi complied and drove his tongue as deeply as he could.
"Fuck this!" He heard her growl and felt her legs loosen their grip only to be replaced by her hands instead.
Driving him against her mound, in this position he could only continue to lick and suck.
He felt her tremble and clench around his tongue, he retreated and clamped his whole mouth against her barely in time for her to literally explode in his mouth.
She released him and relaxed, barely a half mouthful, he swallowed savouring her taste.
Looking up he grinned at his wife. Panting, one hand cupped her breast while the other had descended to tweak her clit.
"That tongue of yours should be considered a weapon of mass devastation. And by devastation I mean earth rendering orgasms."
Atsushi grinned harder.
"What did I say about wetting me or yourself."
"Fucked if I know, but whatever the consequence, it was worth it."
Atsushi moved up and leaned over her exhausted body.
Bending he kissed her, licking the inside of her mouth.
"Eww yuck" Iku recoiled "that's disgusting even though it's me."
"Want some of mine to wash it away."
Iku looked up and grinned "Not right now, when we get home, right now I want you to fuck me."
Iku looked between them as his heavy looking erection hovered above her stomach.
Atsushi pulled back and lined up with her fiery core. Iku lifted her bottom to angle his tip against her entrance.
It was his turn to use her as he saw fit. If he wanted to pound her hard she would spread her legs wide and open herself to his thrusts. If he wanted to fuck her softly she would do her best to squeeze him hard. If he wanted to drag her out into the hallway and bang her on all fours from behind she would have let him.
The last thought had shocked her but she knew that if he wanted to do as such, to let every man watch, she would have done so. For him.
In that instant she realised that if he had demanded that she take Komaki from behind while he plowed her like a fertile field she would have done so.
In this room, as he slowly speared her, these thoughts and realisations came to her unbidden.
Atsushi bottomed out inside her.
"I can sense what you're thinking" he whispered "you are an open book to those around you, especially me." He began to thrust earnestly "you are mine and I am yours. I would never ask you to do something I know you would not like. Same as I know you would never do something or ask of me something I would not like."
Iku began to tear up. "I love you Atsushi."
Atsushi grabbed her shoulders and began to hump his hardness into her as she arched her back off the bed his orgasm approaching fast.
"I will always love you, I will never give you up or let another have you. You will bear my children and carry my family name with pride."
He lifted her from the bed, gathering her trembling nigh-convulsive form into his powerful arms and drove her down against his erection.
"Iku, I love you, only you. Do not have any flights of fancy that I do otherwise."
He bucked into her once, twice and then came. Powerfully, unreservedly and only for her.
Iku dragged herself off the bed and stood shakily. Feeling guilty that she had thought Atsushi would only use her for sexual gratification. She knew he loved her and would not cause her harm.
They surveyed the bed as they dressed, the sheets were ruined, stained and crumpled they pulled them off and replaced them.
Sheets luckily were done by an outside linen service so they only had to dump them in the laundry shoot on the way out.
Iku attempted to retie her panties but discovered that Atsushi in his rush to claim her had torn them apart. Resolved to not wear any they left.
Iku collected her things from the dorm manager as Atsushi returned his key and gave his thanks. With only the two luggage cases and 4 small boxes they did not bother using a car and walked towards home.
As they crossed the courtyard to leave; Shibasaki intercepted them.
"Oh I'm going to miss you." Shibasaki said excitedly
"Me too." Iku replied.
Turning to Atsushi, Shibasaki glared then smiled broadly "Take good care of her, she may be strong but she is weak in all the important girly places."
Before he could protest Shibasaki leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek only to frown.
Looking from Iku to Atsushi and back again Shibasaki glared.
"I hope my room wasn't the one torn apart?"
Iku shook her head.
"Good, lunch Friday then?" Shibasaki asked returning to normal.
Iku nodded.
"Doubly good, see you then." Shibasaki stated walking away.
Atsushi noted Shibasaki lick her lips as she turned the corner.
"She scares me sometimes" Iku commented.
Atsushi nodded and looked down a very small silvery pool that had formed where Iku was standing.
He coughed and nodded downwards.
Iku blushed putting her legs hard together which in turn allowed Atsushi to see the mess of fluids that had already reached her calves.
It was both embarrassing and an extreme turn on for him.
They continued on more hurriedly, Iku using her shoe to squash the wet patch into the ground.