That night, Yohime and Nurarihyon shared a room. Though not in the way of a husband and wife, as they simply talked. They spoke late into the night about their future. Nurarihyon had asked about the human traditions to marry, Yohime explained the exchanging of the rings and the vows before a group of family or friends. Females came with a dowry if from a family, but she spoke of friends of hers who just married since they were both orphans.

She asked him about his past, his parents and when he first became the Supreme Commander of the Nura Clan.

Nurarihyon said his father was an ocean spirit that capsized the boats of anyone who dared to speak with him, called Umibozo. His mother on the other hand, was a beautiful ayakashi named Tsukiko who had blonde hair and golden eyes. She was the great-granddaughter of Tsukuyomi no Mikoto, who some revered as the moon god.

"My childhood was nothing special," he said, glancing down at her barely illuminated face as she snuggled in the crook of his arm, "I only met my father once, and my mother returned to her home shortly after I turned 13."

"I'm sorry, that must have been lonely."

"No, not at all. I had many friends. Some time after that, I decided to start traveling and pretty soon I had gathered a Hyakki Yokou."

"How old you are?"

"Four hundred years, give or take a few centuries."

"Hmmm."

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the gleam that so often appeared in his eyes, shine brightly. But she did noticed that he had been stroking her hair for the past hour.

"What is it you like so much about my hair?"

Instantly, his hand stopped, but when he saw the look on her face, he laughed and resumed his petting,

"Why is it you like to smell me?"

Amusement lifted the corner of his lip as she turned red as a cherry. Burring her face into his haori she mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "You smell nice".

Bringing a rope of her hair to his nose, he breathed in.

"You smell nice, too, Yohime."
Her head snapped up, but before she said anything, Nurarihyon reached down and kissed her, sliding his hand to the lower back of her head. She stiffened in surprise, but quickly relaxed and returned to kiss. It ended all too soon as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. Brushing his lips over her soft skin, he slid down and pulled her to his side.

"G'night, my Yohime."

"G- g'night, Nura."

"Supreme Commander! There's- Ack!"

Golden eyes cracked open and leveled a look promising death to the tengu that had disturbed him. He instantly turned tail and vanished. Thinking it over, he knew it had to be something of importance for him to invade his room this early in the morning. Deciding to inquire what it was, he made as if to get up… only to realize the weight pressed into his left side.

Yohime was sleeping peacefully, dressed only in a simple white yukata. Her hand was resting on top of his bare chest, and her legs entangled with his. Their hair was mingled together on their pillow.

Well, this is certainly a sight I wouldn't mind waking up to every day… I wonder if she'll blush when I wake her up.

Reaching his right hand over, he cupped her face and rubbed his thumb over her cheekbones. A tiny furrow appeared between her eyebrows. Leaning closer, he blew on her nose.

Her hand raised up to her face and she burrowed into him more firmly.

She was so adorable.

He laughed softly.

Her eyes opened.

Blink.

Blink.

"You're not wearing a shirt."

His laugh deepened as he shook his head.

Blink

"Eep!"

She quickly sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed, keeping her knees together, arms in front of her chest.

"I- I- w-what?"

Propping himself up on his elbow, his head supported by his hand, he let his eyes wander of his woman.

While sleeping, her yukata slipped down past her shoulders. The sleeves were too long so they hid her hands entirely, and the bottom of her helm showed her knees clearly. Looking back up, he offered her a lazy smile.

She wrinkled her nose at him. Swinging her legs up and over the side she presented him with her back, intending to stand. However, Nurarihyon had other ideas.

Tangling his hand in her hair, he pulled gently, sliding his body to met hers and covered her lips. He pressed slightly harder before pulling back. He was delighted to see that pretty blush spread across her cheeks and the dazed look in her eyes.

Dragging his hand through her hair, he enjoyed the softness before placing his feet on the ground, clad only in his hakamas. He picked up his haori and setting it on his shoulders before leaving the room.

Yohime slowly placed her hands over her tingling lips. He could have easily taken her last night, but instead he had told her about his parents and then kissed her gently on her mouth and forehead.

Well, that settled it. She was going to put her absolute trust in Nura, and no matter what she saw or heard, she would believe in him.

A/N OMG so... so... so... FLUFFY! *hides face*

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