-Sunday-
Rin, having packed her belongings all day Saturday, that is, after her hangover's headache went away, was helping the two movers carry down the few boxes she had packed. She didn't really have that much stuff, and even then, half of it was still packed away in boxes, having never been unpacked in the first place. Having no car, Rin sat between the two movers, both old black men who seemed to be constantly arguing about the Yankees, as they drove into Manhattan. Pulling in front of a very ritzy apartment complex, Rin almost forgot to close her mouth as she climbed down from the front seat of the moving truck. Balconies, painted walls with no chipping, glass sliding doors with no condensation from inadequate insulation, and a front lobby that heralded a doorman and security guards.
"Wow..." Rin gasped, glad to be living in such a nice place. The bellhop came over, asking if she was moving in that day. As if it weren't obvious, she thought. He escorted her to the lobby's security desk, where she got her keys and a little cart to put boxes on. The movers, still arguing about the Yankees, quickly and efficiently moved the first load into the elevator, and all three of them squeezing in with the cart.
At floor twenty-two, Rin glanced up and down the hallway, looking at a couple doors to decipher which way her room was. Turning right, she walked to the end of the hall, room 2299. Turning the key, Rin pushed open the door, which noiselessly swung open a lot more easily than the front door of her previous apartment. The inside was absolutely wonderful. It had a huge kitchen with tons of counter space, including a year-old refrigerator and a brand new stove/oven. The bedroom still had a dresser in it, but Rin didn't expect it to be in such a good shape as it was. The bathroom only had a standing shower stall, but it was still larger than her old bathroom by fifteen square feet. There were ceiling fans, a thick, dark blue carpet, and of course, the balcony. Rin slid the door of the balcony open, listening to the movers' arguments as they set her boxes in the middle of the living room.
Since it was a nice day, Rin left the door open, and turned to follow the movers out once they were ready to go back down for another trip.
"No, it's okay, ma'am, we can bring up the rest. Go ahead and look around," one of the movers said.
"Oh, okay...thanks. I'll leave the door open then." Rin watched them leave, then turned to open the box she had labeled 'kitchen.' Picking up the box, she waddled into the kitchen, heaving the box onto the counter. Seeing an overhead rack over a counter island in the middle of the kitchen, Rin nearly squealed. It was stupid, but she had always loved the overhead racks. Her mom would always make a racket in the morning trying to find pans in drawer and cabinets, so when Rin was about fifteen, her father had bought an overhead rack for her mother to use. It was a useless memory, but Rin always thought to herself that someday, she'd have an overhead rack, too. Finding her flat pan, Rin reached up and hooked it on one side. After hanging the sixth item, Rin heard someone step inside and thought it was the movers back already, but Maru stood there, looking delicious in his light blue button-down shirt and black slacks.
"Good afternoon, Rin." Maru stepped into the kitchen, and placed his hands on the countertop behind Rin, trapping her between his arms. Rin couldn't help but smile when she first saw him, and reached up to pull his head down to her. Whispering against his lips, Rin closed her eyes,
"Kiss me, Maru." The kiss was slow and soft, which made Rin's toes curl inside her sneakers. Opening her jaw wider, Rin slid her tongue into his mouth, coaxing him to deepen the kiss. It worked all too well, and Rin felt like he was close to bruising her lips due to the force he was using. Hearing something about the "damn Yankees" from down the hall through the open apartment door, Rin turned her face to the side, taking in deep breaths. "The...the movers are coming back."
Maru dropped another quick kiss to her cheek before turning around and greeting the moving men, who asked him if the Yankees were any good. He picked up one of the boxes on the cart and answered that he didn't exactly follow baseball. The movers then continued to argue with each other, moving the boxes to the living room. Taking a break from the fight again, the same mover stepped into the kitchen, where Rin was placing her silverware into a drawer, and told her that three more trips for the bigger furniture would be all. Rin nodded, and stood there, waiting for their voices to die away as they headed back downstairs. Then jogging into the living room, where Maru stood looking at the scribbles on the boxes, Rin threw herself into his arms, drawing his mouth down for another kiss.
He hitched her up further in his arms, pulling her off the floor with her feet dangling as he pillaged her mouth. Rin then braced her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing her thighs with every slant of his mouth. Walking them into the kitchen again, Maru found some clear counter space and set Rin on top. For perhaps only four minutes, he stood there, searching every surface in Rin's mouth and rocking his pelvis into hers. Rin most definitely needed to finish what they had started, but the voices of the movers, whose argument had somehow turned to Muhammad Ali, were returning from down the hall. They sounded a bit out of breath, and Rin shimmied from the counter, running her fingers across her mouth before looking down the hallway. They were holding either end of Rin's new couch that she had bought before coming to New York. Rin held the door open, and they managed to squeeze it through the doorway. Rin told them against which wall to set it, and then they headed back out, saying something about which of them could beat the crap out of Tyson.
Going back into the kitchen, Rin decided to see if the refrigerator needed cleaning rather than kissing Maru again, which she was sure would get her into trouble since she still had movers to worry about. Opening the door of the fridge, Rin was surprised to see it had just been cleaned, and a pitcher of what looked like lemonade was inside. Rin grabbed the note taped to the front of the pitcher, and opened it, reading aloud,
"To the next resident: Enjoy your new home, and the best of luck to you. Have some lemonade. Sincerely, the Nobunagas." Rin smiled at the note, and turned to see Maru leaning against the counter, looking strained. She realized he was probably trying to calm himself down, and tried to strike up a conversation to distract him.
"I must have sounded like an old hag yesterday when you called. That gin and tonic didn't do nice things to my throat, but water helped, like you said," Rin began, setting the note on the countertop. It had been perhaps one in the afternoon yesterday when Rin finally rolled out of bed and took a shower, slowly coming awake. She had blushed at the memory of what she and Maru had almost done on her bed, but then the headache had come. Around three, Maru had called and Rin croaked into the phone, which got Maru chuckling on the other end of the line. They talked for only ten minutes, and Rin had apologized for being forward the night before, but Maru had told her it was no problem, and that he hoped she was always that forward, which got another blush out of Rin, though Maru couldn't have seen it.
"I'm glad it helped," he finally said, breathing easier. Rin walked over to him, taking his hand and squeezing it. He didn't smile at her, but his eyes softened, so Rin smiled up at him, happy to make him happy.
"Since I don't have any groceries, how about I treat you to some dinner tonight? We'll go to that steakhouse where we ate last Tuesday." Maru seemed to contemplate it for a bit, but Rin knew he was probably going to tell her that he was going to pay. "I'm paying no matter what you say...but promise me you'll wear that black shirt, okay?" Rin saw Maru look at her in surprise, knowing what the black shirt meant, and Rin flashed him a quick smile before running back into the hallway. The two movers, whom Rin dubbed Bert and Ernie, were bringing in the little cart, which had the frame, mattresses, and headboard of her bed all lined up perfectly on top. They even offered to put the frame together for her, motioning to the tool belts they wore. Inside her bedroom, Rin and Maru held the pieces together while Bert and Ernie worked, discussing the play by play of an imaginary fight between Muhammad Ali and Mike Tyson.
After laying the box-spring mattress and top mattress into the frame, the movers had one more trip downstairs, and left Maru and Rin alone again. Rin went back to the box in the kitchen, and pulled out wooden spoons, spatulas, and skewers, laying them all in the sink. She suddenly felt Maru's body behind her, and his arms slid underneath hers. His hands found the hem of her shirt and slipped underneath, smoothing up her torso.
"Is the clasp in front or in back?" he whispered in her ear, which got a chill screaming down her spine. Rin managed to say the word front, and felt his fingers push the bra's front in the right way, unhooking its clasps. He spread the bra to the side and cupped his hands around her breasts, thumbing the nipples and massaging the flesh underneath his palms. Rin let out a shaky breath, leaned back against him, and bent her neck to the side as he leaned down to kiss the dip in her neck. His hands moved like magic underneath her shirt, rubbing and molding her breasts in his rough palms. Sighing his name, Rin reached back and found the loops in his slacks. By putting her arms back, her chest was thrust out, and Maru found her nipples once again, gently squeezing them between his index finger and thumbs. Rin pulled on the loops in Maru's pants, bringing his pelvis against her backside.
The movers from down the hallway outside the apartment were adamantly arguing both sides of the greatness of James Brown. Rin groaned, and Maru deftly refastened her bra, pressing a kiss to her cheek before backing off.
"I'll be here to pick you up at seven-thirty." With that, Maru turned and walked out of the apartment, earning a dissatisfied pout from Rin. She whispered to herself that he was cheating... The movers came in with the cart again, which held her TV, stereo, and another big box labeled 'electronics.' They piled the contents onto the heap of boxes into the living room. Rin tipped them, thanked them, and finally sent them on their way. Closing the door behind them, Rin found her box of clothes, and ran to the bathroom to shower and change since it was already six o'clock.
At seven-thirty, Rin was in a dark red, knee-length dress, and had wrapped a black shawl around her shoulders. With her hair back, but loose, Rin was just coming out of her bedroom when she heard her doorbell. Jogging to the door, Rin swung it open, and found Maru in his black shirt, looking like he had just washed it. His dark gray jacket and slacks matched perfectly, and Rin turned around in a circle for him, showing off her only other good dress.
"You look good in that dress," Maru conceded, although he wanted to tell her something along the lines of how short a time she would be wearing it. Back at Dylan Prime, Rin had decided to try their lobster (ordering the smallest portion on the menu), and Maru had ordered a steak. Not surprisingly, Rin only had water rather than wine.
"Are you still of the mindset that you're paying for the dinner?" Maru asked, having finished his steak, and starting to work on his salad. Rin forked a sliver of lobster into her mouth, squinting her eyes at Maru, who couldn't help but smirk.
"But of course," Rin said, swallowing. "It's my turn to pay." Rin, thinking of what they'd probably be doing within an hour or two, was feeling playful. She was grateful that the tables were draped with a white cloth that reached to about a foot above the floor, and nonchalantly slid one foot out its shoe. Finding his ankle with her toes, Rin looked at Maru's face as she slid the side of her foot up his instep. He suddenly stopped chewing, and his eyebrows moved towards each other just a little bit. "And if you want me to stop by your apartment tonight instead of just going to mine...you'll let me."
Clearing his throat and swallowing his salad, Maru watched as Rin finished her lobster, then called the waiter over to bring the bill. Rin giggled behind her napkin and took her foot away, sliding it back into the shoe. After Rin got her receipt back and left a tip, Maru escorted her to the exit. The closer they came to the apartment building, the more aroused Rin became. Stealing glances at Maru, she noticed that he was getting excited, too. As Maru pulled into the garage beneath his apartment building, Rin gathered up her shawl and purse, and unbuckled her seatbelt. Walking to the elevators, one that had been sitting on the ground floor immediately opened upon being called, and Maru pulled Rin into it, hitting the button for floor twenty-two. As the doors shut, he pinned Rin against the wall, and Rin dropped her purse to the floor.
Grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her, Maru wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed his chest into hers to brace her back against the elevator wall. Rin eagerly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held his waist tightly with her thighs. Their mouths met, and Rin lost control of all thought. The sensations of Maru rocking his pelvis against her, and his mouth pillaging hers, increased her heartbeat so fast that the blood flowing through her veins threatened to make her swoon. The elevator stopped, but they weren't at floor twenty-two. As the doors opened, Rin and Maru looked to see an old white man with a cane standing there, and his mouth dropped open. He recovered quickly, though, and smiled as he said,
"I'll get the next one." Maru nodded, and hit the button to close the doors. Once the elevator was on its way again, he turned his head back to Rin. He pushed aside the collar of her blouse with his mouth and began to leave little bruises along her collarbone, pushing himself against her in a slow cadence the whole time. She groaned, her body fully reacting to him. The elevator finally arrived at the twenty-second floor, and Maru gently set Rin on her feet. Picking up her purse, Rin followed Maru down the hall only about a dozen meters or so. He unlocked the door, and Rin could hear his heavy breathing. Holding the door open for Rin, Maru watched her hips as she walked into the apartment then shut the door behind them. Flipping on the hall light, Rin only got a cursory glance of the hallway where she stood before Maru took hold of her elbow and began to pull her through a couple dark areas of the apartment.
"You can put your things down on the couch." Rin couldn't see a thing, but trusted that the couch was there and set her purse and shawl down. Thankfully, something was there to keep them from hitting the floor. Rin stepped out of her high heels, and was immediately engulfed in a hug. She felt herself being picked up and taken into what could only be his bedroom. Her feet met the carpet, and she heard Maru pulling his jacket off. Desperate to be with him, Rin reached forward and found his chest, then the buttons of his black shirt.
"I've never wanted something so badly in my life," Rin panted out. Reaching the bottom buttons, Rin jerked the shirt out of his pants and finally released the last button, pushing the shirt off of his shoulders. While she had been working on the shirt, Maru had pulled his belt off and unzipped his slacks.
Rin reached behind her and found the top of the zipper in the back of her dress. She tugged it down, and then reached underneath her skirt to pull her hose off. Kicking the hose to the side, Rin pulled her arms out of the straps of her dress, and pushed the rest to slink down to her ankles. Her vision got used to the dimness of the room as she stripped and she could see a dresser behind Maru, who was down to his socks and boxers.
He reached down to pull his socks off as Rin reached unhook the front of her bra. Letting it fall to the floor, she finally slipped her underwear off, and brought her torso back up just as Maru let his boxers fall to the floor. Gasping in surprise to see how different his member was compared to the last and only time she had seen one, Rin looked up to see Maru's eyes reflecting the shallow light of the room. He turned away from her and opened a drawer in the dresser behind him, pulling out a small box. Blushing when she realized what the box was, Rin looked behind her to see a bed, the covers neatly arranged from when he made it that morning.
She sat down on the side as Maru rolled a condom onto himself, and scooted to the center of the bed, lying back. He stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her as she put the bottoms of her feet onto the bedspread. She spread her legs apart, holding her hands up to draw him to her, and Maru groaned as his knee met the bed. Bringing himself between her thighs, Maru braced his weight on his forearms and let his chest lightly touch hers. Rin sighed at the skin contact, whispering,
"Kiss me...please." Maru readily complied, slanting his mouth against hers as one hand roamed down to fondle her breasts. Sighing into his mouth, Rin brought her legs up and hooked her ankles around Maru's waist. Finding the back of his head with her hands, Rin pulled the elastic band from his hair, and it spilled over the two of them. She laced her fingers through the strands, and put one of her hands over the one that was thumbing across her nipple. Pulling it down between their bodies, she guided his hand to the ache between her legs. Breaking the kiss, Maru found her eyes in the semi-darkness, and watched her reaction as his hand spread her open.
Working the tip inside, Maru pulled his hand away and balanced his weight again over her. Pushing in, he was surprised that she was still...she's still tight. Almost too tight. Rin let out a shuddering groan, fisting her hand in his hair.
"Push harder, Maru...I want you inside me," Rin sighed, moving her hands to grip his biceps. Maru almost climaxed right then, but bit down on his lower lip and shoved his hips into hers, earning a loud moan from Rin, who squeezed his arms and closed her eyes. She sighed his name, and Maru buried his face in the crook of her neck as he pulled back and pushed in. The friction was too much, and he tried to think of anything other than what he was doing right now. The carnal sounds coming from Rin were reaching his ears, and Maru was down to the last bit of control he had.
Rin whispered for him to go faster, and Maru choked on the pleasurable vibrations rolling up his spine. Quickening his tempo, Maru was vaguely aware of the bed making sounds of protest. Bruising the flesh underneath his mouth, Maru finally ran out of control, and gripped the blanket under his hands in tight fists as his knees found better purchase on the mattress. He rocked into her body with enough force to wring soft cries from the woman beneath him, who was softly encouraging him.
"Maru...oh God, harder," Rin desperately whispered. Maru groaned into her neck, trying desperately to bring her with him. The bed was unavoidably protesting now as Maru pumped into her hard and fast. Maru, at the end of his rope, reached down between their bodies and rubbed the sensitive spot above Rin's entrance as gently as he could, which made Rin cry out.
He at long last felt her climaxing around his arousal and buried himself inside her as he orgasmed, his body stiff and strained. He then groaned against Rin's neck, his limbs tired and unable to support his weight anymore. Wrapped in the arms, and legs, of his lover, Maru nuzzled the spot beneath Rin's ear and felt her hand rubbing small circles in his back while her other hand twirled his hair around her fingertips. Did that just happen? It did...I made love to the most beautiful, wonderful woman I've ever met in my life. Maru almost wished he could get closer to her, and tightened his arms around her shoulders.
Rin was still feeling little tiny throbs, the liquid from her climax having lubricated her inner walls around Maru. I hadn't expected something so...something so long, hot, and thick. It felt good...and he's actually glad to be pressed to my body. Finally able to move again, Maru lifted his head and dropped a single gentle kiss onto Rin's mouth before withdrawing and standing up. Rin's hand trailed down his arm as he left her and she closed her legs, rolling onto her side as Maru walked to the bathroom. Disposing of the condom, he washed his hands and returned to the bed where he found Rin with her eyes closed, curled up with one of his pillows underneath the sheets. She turned her head and looked up at him, making room on the bed for him. He lied down next to her, draping the sheets over his hips before pulling her into his arms.
"That was really good, Maru," Rin whispered to his chest. Maru smiled in the dark and rubbed his hand up and down Rin's spine. She snuggled closer to him, and Maru felt his body, still humming from the incredible sex, finally relax next to her. He laid his cheek against the top of her head, the scent of her hair drifting up to his nose, and closed his eyes.
Rin felt unbelievably good. Her memories of making love had been pain, blood, and someone whom she thought she loved grunting over her, not touching any part of her body except where it mattered, and not looking at her. Maru had been as close to her as possible, and had looked straight into her eyes when putting himself into her body. Rin could feel how he was trying to keep control over himself the entire time. When the dam broke...dear God, the way he makes love is akin to the way Beethoven writes a symphony...he played me like a violin. That he was letting her stay in his bed for the night and holding her...most guys didn't do that if they didn't have to...though it was probably only ten o'clock, Rin had become exhausted and fell asleep against him.