It seemed to be forever as she went about, almost mechanically. Unpacking, fixing, placing things in the right places, and repeating. I have something for you later… The words continued to ring through her ears, making any and all sound mute. Tsukimi's heart pounded and she stumbled everywhere, flustered. Avoiding him seemed difficult. Kuranosuke popped up everywhere! A whimper sounded the last time she did and she could hear him chuckle as he brushed by her. No, Tsukimi thought, don't let him tease you! Tsukimi continued doing the unpacking of her belongings to the best of her ability. It crawled closer and closer to dark as time ticked on and she became aware that she would be in the same bed as him soon. Kuranosuke came into the room, the makeup from his face gone and dressed in a t-shirt and boxers. "Almost done, Tsukimi? I called in dinner." He asked as he hovered over her, looking at the things she was going through in the boxes.
Tsukimi jumped, and he swore she came off the ground. Her head turned up to look up at him, the meek face he adored secretly. A smile formed. "We've done enough work for today. Come eat."
Kuranosuke disappeared and Tsukimi was left in a mess of emotions. She stood shakily, going out of the bedroom and into the living area. The scent of take-out suddenly made her realize just how hungry she really was. She went to go sit at the table and started taking portions of this and that onto her plate. She didn't bother looking to Kuranosuke, who was staring at her with those majestic purple eyes. While they ate, they were quiet. They didn't talk. After Tsukimi finished, she slowly stood. "I'll take a bath first, if that's okay," she said, finally her brown eyes going to his. She was instantly frozen.
Kuranosuke nodded. "After you," he said. He was still eating, but that was only because he had been watching her instead.
Tsukimi left. She drew water in the bath and did the usual. She rinsed her body after pulling off her clothing, revealing the girlish body she hid under the baggy clothing she always wore. Her breasts weren't as large. Maybe a B-cup at most. There wasn't really an extra inch of skin anywhere on her. After washing and rinsing herself off, she settled into the water to soak, sinking into the warm water with a sigh. I should stay in here, she thought, content with the warmth from the bath. Not long did she pull herself from it, wrapping herself in a towel. She cursed to herself for forgetting a change of clothing. Just as she was stepping out of the bath, her eyes went up to Kuranosuke. Her face went red as she inched passed him to the bedroom. Kuranosuke watched her every step before taking his place in the bathroom. He took a short bath and retired to the bedroom, a towel on his head and rubbing at his hair, only dressed in his boxers. The moment he set foot in the bedroom, his purple eyes locked on to Tsukimi, who seemed to not have been dressed yet. She was just now slipping from the towel and he could see her form clearly. The dark curls between her legs and how her body had the feminine curves he hadn't expected her to have. She looked elegant, staring back at him, her hair tumbling over her shoulders in curls. Finally he felt the towel hit his face and then the sound of her complaints. When he pulled the towel that had been thrown at him from his face, he looked to see Tsukimi had fled to the bed. There was a lump under the comforter and he couldn't help but to smile. So calm he seemed, when on the inside, his heart was pounding so hard that it hurt. His groin was stirring in his boxers restlessly at the sight. Pushing himself forward, he came to stand by the bed, reaching out to take the fabric of the comforter into his hands. He started to pull, but Tsukimi was indifferent. She held tight onto it the second she felt he was going pull it from her. Her heart was racing, and she thought she had wet herself the second she heard him walk in. He saw me, he saw me, he saw me! Her will to keep the blanket over her was wild. She clutched onto the blanket like it was her life on the line and she nearly stopped breathing when the tugging suddenly ceased. Tsukimi didn't hear anything, but she definitely felt the bed dip, which only made her heart return to its fast beating pulse. She tensed, keeping her hold on the blanket. "Tsukimi," Kuranosuke muttered, a hand managing to pull the blanket away from her head, staring intently down at her.
Tsukimi had noted it was dark. The lights were off and she could only see him because her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. His hand cupped her cheek and she squeezed her eyes shut. For the briefest of moments, it was quiet, but then her lips tingled. His lips pressed against hers gently, testing for any form of refusal. There wasn't any. In fact, she began to return the kiss. Off guard, he tugged the blanket off of her to reveal the creamy white of her skin. A gasp surfaced from her and she yanked away, her hands searching for the blanket, which he had thrown behind him. Kuranosuke lay there with his arm propped up, his head resting in his hand, looking smug. Tsukimi stared at him in dismay and the next thing in mind was to leave the room. As she slowly started to move to do so, he wrestled her into keeping still. Eventually she ended up on her back with him straddling her, her wrists trapped in one of his hands above her head. The moment was so tense, she couldn't bring the words she wanted to say to her lips. Kuranosuke gave a smile, lowered his head, and proceeded to kiss her again.
Why is my body on fire? She thought, whimpering against his lips.
Tsukimi enjoyed the kissing, but being held captive bothered her the most. As one hand held her so, the other seemed to trail down her chest. She remained tense the entire expedition down until it covered one breast. The sensation was strange. He groped experimentally, sending strange sensations through her body. What are you doing, she hissed in her mind, still unable to find the words. Kuranosuke seemed interested, his face so calm as he did these things to her. All the while, she felt her stomach churning nervously. Even though he seemed so, Kuranosuke was kicking himself so hard on the inside. His will to stop himself was small. She felt so nice.
"Kuranosuke, what are you…" Tsukimi finally whimpered out.
Kuranosuke had just slithered his hand down to her dark curls when she said this, looking up to her. The flush to her cheeks, the lustful look in her eye… Kuranosuke's jaw tightened. His hand lowered more to search between her womanly folds, finding the sensitive nub. Tsukimi jerked in response, her hips bucking upward into his touch with the slightest of cries. This pushed Kuranosuke further, rubbing in circles. The throbbing flesh in-between his legs ached with need. "Tsukimi, I—" he started, finally forcing himself to yank his hand away and release her just as he felt his hand lower to try and slip into her warmth.
Tsukimi remained still, staring at him as he retreated. She didn't seem as embarrassed as she'd been just a couple of minutes ago, hiding from him. Now she looked beautiful and needy, something he had never seen on her face before. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her, pulling himself from the bed and covering her with the blanket. Kuranosuke turned on his heels and left. He would sleep on the couch tonight.
Tsukimi lay there in fascination. Her body was hot. As she turned onto her side and curled up under the blankets, she quietly thought about the events for hours until, finally, she found a deep slumber.
^ Thank you for reading and I apologize for the extremely long delay!
^ All characters belong to Akiko Higashimura.
