Author's Note: This is a continuation and my take on the game side story, "A Moment in His Shoes."

When I woke up, it took me a moment to realize that I was naked in Hanzo's futon. Hanzo had rolled to his back in his sleep, and my head rested on his outstretched arm. I gazed at his handsome sleeping face. He told me that he loved me…and asked me to be his wife. I felt like pinching myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. My eyes wandered to his body next to mine. My insides clenched with remembered pleasure as my mind wandered to last night. He had held me with those strong arms, that broad chest. His lips were open slightly, and I blushed as I remembered how he'd kissed me all over. I pushed myself up slowly as to not disturb him. When he didn't stir, I knew he must have been exhausted. He was still recovering, I remembered. I slipped out of the futon and pulled on my kimono. It was still early, so I caressed his cheek lightly before sneaking out into the hallway. Thankfully, no one was awake yet, and I escaped to my room.

As I changed into a yukata, I couldn't help but wonder at the reactions Hanzo had elicited from me with his touch. My body almost felt foreign. I suppressed the urge to squeal like a little girl, and I hugged myself tightly.

I need a bath, I decided. It would calm me down.

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Later that evening, at Sasuke's insistence, we held a small party to celebrate our victory. I sat between Goemon and Saizo, a little shy to sit beside Hanzo. He caught my eye from where he sat at the head of the table and gave me a smile before I looked away, blushing. When I looked back, he had turned to Lord Ieyasu, who began talking enthusiastically to him about falconry.

Goemon threw an arm around my shoulders.

"Come on, Reika, we're celebrating our won battle. You have to have at least one drink!" Saizo poured sake into a small cup and pushed it toward me. Sasuke nodded enthusiastically, and I stifled a laugh at Kosuke's disapproving glare.

"Oh, all right," I said finally. Goemon gave a small cheer and raised his own cup to me. I grinned and then tossed the sake into my mouth. I set the cup down as I swallowed. "There, happy?" Sasuke clapped.

"There's our princess!" he grinned, and I found myself smiling back at him. As Goemon and Saizo began to argue about what type of sake was best, I felt the alcohol begin to buzz pleasantly through my veins. I glanced over at Hanzo, but Lord Ieyasu had taken him to the side to show him drawings of his own birds. I stifled a little hysterical giggle at the sight of the future leader of Japan, so fired up about hawking.

Goemon nudged me with his shoulder. He moved over to block my view. Saizo had turned away, apparently moving on to argue with Sasuke next.

"So, how are things?" he asked suggestively in a low voice. He shot a glance over his shoulder at where Hanzo sat, and then grinned back at me. I blinked languorously at him.

"I'm… so in love," I muttered. "I love Hanzo-sama so much." I heard myself slurring a bit, but I felt too pleasant to be concerned.

"And now you've got to let him know and make your move," Goemon chided to me softly. I grabbed Goemon's arm and held it close to me.

"I can't believe he said he loves me too!" I said in a loud whisper. Saizo whipped his head around to stare at me.

"He what?" I shushed him, grinning. Sasuke popped his head over Saizo's shoulder to stare at me too.

"No way!" I pressed a finger to my lips with a giggle, and I caught sight of Kotaro's small smile. He met my eyes and gave me an exaggerated shrug of exasperation. That set me off with a peal of laughter. I felt a little lightheaded.

"That's quite enough." I looked up to see Hanzo standing above us, and I launched myself into his surprised arms.

"Hanzo-sama!" Goemon gave a loud whistle, and I turned around to stick out my tongue at him. Hanzo cleared his throat.

"I can't believe you let her drink, Goemon…" He hitched me up into his arms. "I'm taking her to rest. Excuse me," he said to Lord Ieyasu, who looked on, smiling. Not wasting any time, Hanzo whisked me out of the room. As he walked down the hallway, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to press my lips to his ear.

"You're so handsome and strong, I can't believe that you're mine," I murmured. My filter was gone, but somehow I didn't care. I felt him chuckle.

"You said you get drunk easily, but…" he said under his breath, amused.

"Don't laugh," I protested. I bit his earlobe lightly in revenge, and I felt him gasp. He stopped in his tracks, and pulled away to look me in the face.

"You need to sleep off the alcohol," he said firmly. He turned abruptly, and I recognized the walls of his room. He knelt and set me down on the waiting futon. I clung onto him, not letting him pull away.

"Stay with me," I said softly, winding my fingers into his hair. He let me hold him close for a moment, and I breathed in the scent of his warm skin. Then, all too soon, he gently pried himself away. He silenced my small sound of protest with a quick kiss on the nose.

"I have to go back so that I don't rudely abandon Lord Ieyasu," he told me. "I'll be back soon. Sleep a little." He tucked me into the futon, and I watched him leave, shutting the sliding door quietly behind him. I turned and curled up, holding the covers up to my face. His bed smells like him, I thought, and I smiled, my eyes closing.

It was dark outside when I woke up shortly after, and someone had placed a beaker of water next to the futon. I drank gratefully, swishing the water around my mouth to clear out the taste of sake. My head felt a little clearer. The door slid open, and I looked up to see Hanzo reenter the room.

"Feeling better?" he asked, and I just opened my arms for him to join me. He smiled and pulled off his haori before he knelt on the futon beside me to gather me up to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him.

"I didn't feel that bad in the first place," I said. I heard him sigh.

"I'm never letting Goemon give you a drink again." I laughed against his chest.

"It was pretty fun, though. It's been a while since I've been tipsy." I remembered what I'd spilled to them, and balked. I felt my face flush. "Oh, no, I told them..!" Hanzo laughed quietly.

"There's nothing wrong with that," he reassured me. "I was planning to tell them anyway."

"But…wait, you brought me back to your room! What are they going to think…?" He interrupted me with a light kiss.

"None of them know that I brought you here," he said. "And I told them not to disturb you." He shifted to pull the covers over us, and pulled me down to lie with him. "Now let's sleep," he said. I thought about it for a minute, and then shrugged.

"That's fine, then," I decided. I pulled myself closer to him. He smells so good, I thought. I nuzzled my face against his chest, rubbing against him like a cat, and he gave a strained sigh, his arms going to my shoulders to stop me.

"What happened to sleeping?" he asked. I pushed him lightly, making him roll onto his back. I pulled myself up so that I hovered over him, my hair spilling around his face.

"I want to kiss you," I whispered. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled me down to him so that I could. I moved my lips over his, tentatively. His mouth opened, and I felt his tongue come out to tangle with mine. Hot desire bloomed in my stomach, and I lightly bit his lower lip. His hands tightened around my waist and he pulled me up so that I was straddling him. I gasped and blushed as that movement opened up the bottom of my yukata. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with want.

"Forget sleeping," he muttered, and he pulled me down for another kiss. I pushed at the collar of his yukata, and he helped me get it off to bare his chest. One of his hands deftly worked at the string of my yukata, pulling it free as I caressed the planes of his chest. I arched as he found my breasts, massaging them and rubbing his thumbs over their hardened peaks. The movement made me push against his hard shaft below, and I blushed. Perhaps the alcohol was still in my system, because I suddenly felt bold. I reached behind me to touch it softly. He stiffened and grunted as I ran my fingers up from the base to the tip over his yukata. I liked having this power over him, and I kissed his chest as I wrapped my hand around him, slowly stroking him up and down. Hanzo gave a throaty groan, and I felt a thrill that shot straight down to my center.

"I can't take it," he whispered, and pulled me down for a rough kiss. I pushed his yukata away, and he shifted my hips down so that he could grind directly into my wet heat. I moaned around his lips, and then pulled away to cover my mouth. My eyes flew to the door.

"Is everyone still out there down the hall?" I whispered at him. He pulled me back down.

"They might be able to hear you," he whispered back. He slowly rolled his hips, and raw pleasure shot through me at the erotic motion.

"Mnnn…!" I covered my mouth again, and looked down to find his eyes dancing with amusement. I squirmed against him.

"No fair…" I pouted, and then my breath hitched as I felt him poised at my entrance. His knees bent behind me, and he used the leverage to push slowly into me with ease. I gasped as he met my need. He withdrew, and then he reached up to trace my lips with his thumb. His index finger slid into my wet mouth, and I moaned around it quietly.

"You move," he breathed, and I pushed back, feeling his length stretch me again. I spread my legs wider around his hips, whimpering as the movement let him reach deeper in me. I shifted forward awkwardly and sank back again. But I wanted more. I looked down at him pleadingly. When he didn't move, I closed my teeth around his roving finger. He shuddered, and he thrust up into me from below. I stifled a cry. He shifted up to bring his face close to mine, and gave me an uncharacteristically wicked grin.

"I sent everyone away," he whispered. I blushed hotly and slapped his shoulder in indignation.

"You tricked me!" I cried. He silenced me with a kiss, and then his hands moved down to grasp my hips before he plunged up into me again, starting a rough rhythm. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back before the feeling of him hitting inside me made me gasp and cry out. He reached between us and stimulated the little bundle of nerves, still rocking me up and down, and I threw my head back as it ratcheted up my passion. His other hand slid up my back to support my neck, and he pressed forward until I fell back onto the futon. He spread his knees, forcing my thighs even wider, and resumed his hard thrusts, his thumb still pressing on my clit. Cries poured from my mouth unrestrained, and I couldn't even prepare myself as I climaxed, hard. My legs gripped him tightly to me, and Hanzo groaned as he let go. My body trembled with the aftershocks, and I felt my insides contracting around his pulsing member.

"Never again," I panted as he lowered himself to me. I felt him smile against my shoulder.

"But you liked it," he whispered.

"And here I thought Goemon was the biggest tease," I said, grinning despite myself. He nipped my shoulder, and I gasped in surprise.

"Don't say another man's name when you're with me," he growled. I pulled his face up so I could look into his eyes.

"Why, Master Hanzo, are you jealous?" I asked coyly. He kissed my smiling lips thoroughly and rolled us so that I was cradled against his chest.

"Perhaps. I'm never letting you go," he said.

The End

Author's Note: Aaaand this is the end! Thank you so much for reading my first fanfiction! Since this is my first, I would really really appreciate any feedback or thoughts you have!
Depending on the response, I may be open to tackling the other side stories, although I will be relying on the available YouTube walkthroughs to see what happens.