A/N: Due to my laptop breaking down, I haven't been able to write anything on this site until now (and I'm writing this using a tablet, which is taking FOOORRRRREEEVVVVVEEERRRRRRRRR but I really wanted to post this for you peasants.) Btw, Happy 2015 everyone! January flew right on by, didn't it? We're already into the second month of a new year! Gah. Well annaywho~
I'm back by popular demand with a new chapter for you all! And it's not the only one, either. Well actually, the next few chapters are sort of supposed to be like... extras. And after a few extra chapters, I'll end it all with a brief and simple epilogue. Anyway, I don't know how many 'extras' there will be but we'll just see about that won't we?
P.S~ you can skip the smut if you're not into reading that sort of thing. I will signify the beginning and end of any smutty parts by putting three bold capitol m's (like this: MMM) right before the mature parts start, and right after they end. So if you'd like to skip the sexy scenes, then ignore everything written between the bold M's whenever they pop up. However, if you're a pervert... you know where to start reading, heehee ^-^
Oh, btw though guys, I don't write anything... really super... graphic. *many viewers start chucking tomatoes* Oi, I'm sorry but I'm young and even though I am perverted, I a) have no idea how to write such scenes, because I lack the personal life experience in such areas and it's kind of super embarrassing to write about and b) I enjoy romance more than anything else, so if there's gonna be smut, there's gonna be fluff to go with it. That's just how I work. Real life is not a porn set, (well, unless you're a porn star) real life has plot behind it, has a story to it, with not just action but feelings which back up the actions. And I'm sure you know by now that I like to write in a style that is very personal and reflective of reality. And realistically, I don't think two people in love would always be having wild, mindless sex (not that there's anything wrong with wild, mindless sex). You gotta have some lovey dovey moments in there, you know? Romance.
This is not a PWP fanfic, people. Never has been.
Now, with all that said, I do know that a lot of people want more lemons. And apparently oral sex has been requested more than once, so, regarding that, I just have two more things to say to you all.
1. You are some very perverted peasants.
And 2. I'll read up on scenes like that and see what I can come up with ;) I write to please.
CK:*
-Extras-
The New Mr. and Mrs. Igarashi
a little ways down the road (five years after the confession in chapter thirty-nine)
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Tora was in the middle of a conference call when Akari burst into the room.
"You stupid, stupid man!"
Golden eyes flickered over to an obviously angry Akari, then back at the large screen the call was being displayed on. Some of his most valuable business associates were frowning back at him, unhappy with the interruption but not speaking a single word about it.
"Akari," Tora tried to address her in his most persuasive of tones. "Whatever names you'd like to call me or accusations you'd like to thrust upon me, could you possibly do it at a later time?"
The stubborn woman folded her arms. "No." She then nodded her head towards the screen. "Gentlemen," she addressed the men who were watching her and Tora from the other side of the tv screen, in a firm tone of voice. "while I do realize you are discussing some important matters at the moment, I have something important to discuss with Mr. Igarashi as well, therefore I must cut this meeting short. I hope you can understand."
The men looked from her, and then to Tora, obviously wondering how he was going to handle this.
Normally, he would send Akari away and apologize to his associates for the interruption. After all, this was the world of business, and he couldn't risk looking weak by giving into a woman(who is almost half his size)'s demands.
But in the current situation, he had to factor in the fact that said-woman seemed to be upset.
Very upset.
He glanced over at her, and immediately recognized that look in her eyes. It was her famous and unsettling 'don't-you-dare-mess-with-me-right-now' glare.
Sighing, he looked up to the screen in front of him again. He didn't have much of a choice, now did he?
"I trust that my wife would never interrupt me like this unless there was something urgent to attend to. If it is alright with all of you, I would like to reschedule this meeting for tomorrow, let's say, at noon?"
His words were graceful, and well-chosen. He knew he sounded reasonable and calm, and still appeared powerful in the eyes of the other men, because of the way he held himself and of course the fluent perfection of his speech. He did not appear unhinged by Akari's unwelcome interruption and demands, in fact his mask was set in place, never once faltering.
He wasn't considered the best in the business for nothing. Taking the place of his father, he was the new Mr. Igarashi.
It wasn't much of a wait before the other men agreed to setting up another conference call for tomorrow, and Tora made sure to thank them and smoothly apologize before the call ended and the screen went dark.
Slowly the tiger turned his chair to properly face his fuming wife, their gazes colliding dangerously - hers a heated silver, his an annoyed gold.
"I fail to see why I'm so very 'stupid', dear." He said, neatly clasping his hands in front of himself. "Explain yourself."
Akari flinched uncomfortably at the use of the word 'dear'. Neither of them liked pet names much, and so they were never used unless it was meant to mock.
But they never used the term 'sweetheart', not even to mock, since that used to be Mr. Ikehara's pet name for her. *shudders*
"Maki just informed me that you booked a flight to France for this Friday." She seethed, her eyes promising danger like a glint of silver shrapnel, and her voice echoing in the space of the conference room.
Tora did his best to remain aloof. "Yes, for business. Do you not remember Mr. Lévêque, the man who owns the winery? We had dinner with him and his family on our last visit to France."
She grit her teeth but it did not help to cover up her sudden blush. "Yes, I remember."
She remembered not so much the man Tora was speaking of, as the actual trip to France itself. Tora was going there on business, and decided to take her with him, and she definitely recalled the trip not really being all that business oriented - actually, Tora had treated it more like a second honeymoon than anything else.
The tiger grinned when he noticed her blush. "Of course you do. It was a very memorable trip... I wonder if anyone has found your underwear that we 'lost track of' in that wine cellar."
Akari coughed out her next words. "Get on with it, baka!" She cleared her throat before asking, "What of Mr. Lévêque?"
"He's been pestering me to come out to see him in person again. Wants to collaborate with the Igarashi Group on a big project with a man he knows in the Italian wine industry. And so, I decided to fly out there this weekend."
"Tell Deniel Lévêque he can wait until next weekend for you to visit. You're already busy this Friday." Her eyes narrowed. "Or have you somehow 'forgotten' about that?"
"Whatever it is you're referring to seems to have slipped my mind." Tora bravely decided to act ignorant.
"Oh really?"
There came no response.
"Well honey, I find it strangely convenient that you've just so happened to book a flight out of the country for the same weekend my best friend is getting married. Don't you?"
"Not at all, darling." Tora cracked a small, sarcastic smile. "Who would that be convenient for?"
"You!" Akari bellowed, so loudly it actually startled Tora, and his grin fell. "You hate Aika, and the very moment we received the wedding invitation you started complaining about going!"
"Well would you really think I'd be jumping for joy at the thought of attending an event meant to glorify and celebrate the woman who has, every time we've had dinner with her, threatened to cut off some part of me using a piece of silverware?" Tora scoffed. "If I was actually keen on going, something would surely be wrong with me."
Akari huffed in exasperation. "I know you two don't get along, but she's my friend so of course I'm going to be there for her on her big day, and you're my husband, the man who's supposed to be there when I ask or need it of him." Tora rolled his eyes at her, and she made a tutting sound of disapproval. "I expect you to be there, baka tiger. Like it or not-"
"Not." He spat.
"-you're going with me and we are showing our support."
He carefully met her gaze, and glared right back at her when he saw her glaring at him. They gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity, engaged in a silent battle.
"I don't see why we have to-" He began.
"She came to our wedding, and you and I both know that she didn't want to. But she did it for me, so why can't you do the same?"
There was a long pause that followed her words.
Oh, so now the fowl-mouthed, ill-mannered commoner woman was better than him? And she was, apparently, more willing to make sacrifices for Akari than he was?
That was simply unacceptable. "If it truly means that much to you that I'm there..." He muttered, passing a hand over his face and shaking his head reluctantly, almost in frustration. "Then I suppose I'll cancel the flight for this weekend."
Unexpectedly, Akari tilted forward, extending both arms and resting her hands firmly against the armrests of his chair. Tora blinked and the atmosphere suddenly seemed stifling as he watched her lean over him, as far as she could without toppling them and the chair over.
"Do it right now." She demanded of him, and he had to smirk when he heard the way she was copying the tone he usually used when he was intimidating others. "I want to watch you do it, in order to make sure."
Obediently, he reached over to the glass table beside them, his long fingers curling around the nearby phone. He kept his gaze steady, eyes locked on the tempting woman in front of him as he dialed a number and pulled the phone up to his ear.
"Hello Kanade." He managed to speak professionally, even with his wife practically on top of him. "Cancel my trip to France. Get a message to Mr. Lévêque informing him that I won't be flying out until next weekend."
Without waiting to hear Maki's answer, Tora dropped the phone back into place and lunged forward like some sort of hungry animal, his arms quickly encircling his prize's waist and forcing her onto his lap.
Akari fumbled for purchase, hands gripping the back of the chair, and legs somehow drawing up automatically to straddle Tora's thighs.
MMM "Oi!" She squeaked. "What are you up to so suddenly?!"
Groaning, Tora pulled his mouth from where it had been about to latch onto her neck. "You mean you weren't trying to seduce me?"
She bonked him on the head with a fist. "No!"
Smirking, he bit her neck aggressively in retaliation, and marveled in her yelp. "Hmmm..." He hummed against her skin. "Well then, I must have some sort of problem."
"Finally, you can grasp that about yourself." Akari sighed. "You definitely have a problem with always turning simple situations into something sexual."
"You should be glad that you can turn me on so easily, some couples have a real struggle with intimacy." Tora dragged one of his sharp canines down the rim of her ear, stopping to whisper darkly, "I like it when you think you can boss me around. It's amusing, and exhilarating." She shivered and he began to laugh, his hands roaming over the folds of her skirt, trying to get underneath it.
As she felt mischievous fingers tracing patterns on her bare thigh, Akari pulled back enough to stare at his smirking face, and she spoke to him harshly. "Oh no you don't! Tora, release me right now! You know I prefer doing it in the privacy of our bedroom - what if a servant walked in on us here? Or even worse, Maki!"
Tora paused his advances and inwardly cringed at the thought of anyone else other than himself - especially his friend- seeing his wife naked and in the throes of passion.
"Maki knows to call before paying a visit." He reminded her.
"He could still come looking for you and walk right in on us. It's a possibility."
Momentarily, Tora debated whether or not he wanted to take the time to drag her all the way upstairs with him to their bedroom. He was half-hard already, and had to bite back animalistic sounds of want every time Akari adjusted herself on his lap. In the end, it all came down to how patient his penis could be.
Akari, as she was waiting for the verdict, moved her leg in an attempt to keep her foot from falling asleep. The movement caused her to press closer to Tora's body, brushing against him accidentally...
He stopped thinking and was instantly acting on impulse. In a flash, he had stood up and dumped her over onto the long glass table beside them. (It would seem patience was just something the male anatomy lacked.)
"T-tor-" Akari gasped, her skirt flying up past her knees while a lustful tiger climbed on top of her. One of his hands was already up the back of her shirt, easily unclasping her bra.
Tora growled deeply as he worked to take her bra off underneath her shirt. He was pleased to find that it was the one with un-hookable shoulder straps, and soon he had it off of her, swiftly tugging it away and throwing it who knows where.
"You're not taking off my shirt? Jeez, what's the plan here, exactly?" Akari was staring at him oddly, pressing a hand against his shoulder in order to keep him from doing anything more.
He chuckled and looked down at his wife. Her startling eyes appeared stormy, darker than usual with his shadow looming over her. Her cinnamon locks of hair, which he roughly pulled out of its ponytail, smelled like that citrusy shampoo she had recently started using. Her skin, usually so pale, was slowly flushing a pretty pink the longer he stared at her.
"The plan has to do with you putting on a little show for me, and," He gave her that famous raised eyebrow look of his. "we do have to practice our dancing before the wedding party, don't we?" A sly smile lit up his whole face, the gold of his eyes gleaming sinfully.
She gulped, his face, his words, and the feeling of something long and hard pressing against her bare leg making it extremely hard to form a response.
Two strong hands traveled up underneath the length of her skirt, lithe fingers hooked around the elastic of her panties, and gently, oh so slowly guided them down. A hot, talented tongue laved over the length of her neck, teeth bit lightly into the skin, and a groan of sorts escaped her lips when Tora created his first mark on her, and then another, and then another...
Eventually she lifted her hips, arching up against him, breath coming in short puffs of air due to his attentions. His teeth grazed and nipped their way up and over to her ear, and, grinning, he blew a hot breath of air against it.
Akari hadn't really realized she had closed her eyes, so when she opened them and saw past his shoulder, the room they were in suddenly registered in her brain again. This was not their bedroom.
"Come on, " she reached up and ran a hand through his hair, and firmly tugged on the golden strands. Her voice came out hoarsely. "not in the conference room."
"Yes in the conference room." He moved his mouth over hers, pressing against her lips in a light kiss. She moved her head to the side and he followed, this time melding their lips together in a far more powerful kiss, pushing roughly and enticing her to let him sneak his tongue in for a quick taste.
Tora felt a sharp pain on the back of his head caused by her nails scratching through his hair, thoroughly messing it up as she tensed beneath him every time he did something particularly pleasing with his mouth. He pulled away slowly, her lower lip caught between his teeth. Releasing it, he carefully eyed her lips, making a deep, guttural sound of approval when he saw the way they had become slightly swollen from his kisses.
"Let's have some fun now." He practically purred. And abruptly, he had removed himself from his position over her on the table and moved a few steps back. "Stand up."
She complied, embarrassed since there was nothing left on beneath her skirt or shirt. Her eyes landed on the closed door located at the far end of the room - too far to reach with Tora standing so close by. She jumped when his hand was suddenly grasping hers, and sighed knowingly when he took her other hand and placed it on his shoulder.
"There's no music." Akari pointed out, eyes flickering up to meet his own.
"Who says you need music in order to dance?" He sent her a dazzling smile, one that was somewhat genuine and reserved only for her.
And, without much more argument, they began to move across the conference room as if they were on a dance floor.
"This is a weird form of foreplay." She teased him, rolling her eyes while she half-willingly followed his lead.
"Au contraire, mon chéri." He murmured smoothly, suddenly yanking her body to his, so that the curve of her breasts brushed intimately against his chest. "Dancing is one of the many languages of love," He took a wide step back, one hand gripping her upper leg and bringing it with him, her knee pressed firmly just above his hip. "and lust."
She glanced from his face to their current position. "You want to tango?" She realized, and he slowly brought her leg back to the ground and stepped close to her again.
His smile was wily and handsome. "It is my favorite form of dance. Very sexy, almost... predatory." As he spoke, he began to move her around, turning her and watching as she twisted her hips to match his movements. "You stalk instead of step, and the two partners conform to each other's presence-" He stopped abruptly and pressed a hand, palm flat, against the side of her neck; trailing it down her body in a soft caress. "- in a sensual way."
Silver-blue eyes caught his attention, half-lidded, filled with heat and arousal. "It's a dance of passion." She said, and this time of her own accord, she extended her leg and he caught her ankle in his grasp. "You let your passion move you."
Tora was licking his lips now, dark gold eyes greedily set on the way her skirt swayed over her skin. It was longer than he'd like it to be, long enough to cover up her womanhood when normally, in a position like this, he should be able to see it. However the fact that he could almost see it but not quite, was teasing and tempting and altogether a turn on for him. Lowly, he growled out the word, "Délicieux."
Akari laughed at him and slowly withdrew her leg. "Bite your tongue, you pervert."
Gracefully, unexpectedly, he spun her around and pulled her to him tight, pressing her back into his chest and breathing in her ear. "I'd rather bite yours." And he grabbed hold of her chin, turning her head and kissing her hungrily before doing just that.
She smacked his arm and made a noise of displeasure, but he simply smirked, pulled back, and continued on with their dance - dragging her towards him and then allowing her to briefly twirl away, before chasing after her again and twisting, turning, spinning and dipping her in all sorts of complicated ways. Soon she was dizzy and gasping for breath, because even though she knew how to tango, it still had many complicated moves to keep up with and Tora was a beyond talented partner.
They hadn't danced together since their wedding, since their lives became rather busy after that, so she had forgotten how easily he could sweep a girl off her feet with his skillful moves and that charming air that surrounded him whenever he danced. One could tell he truly appreciated such an art, and the choreography always came to him so naturally.
Finally, he lifted her up and she instinctively curled her legs around his hips. She rested her arms around his shoulders and took several deep breaths while he allowed her to rest her forehead against his own. They gazed intimately into each other's eyes, both short of breath and holding the other close. A spark seemed to ignite between them, like static electricity passing through the air, and their lips brushed tenderly; it started out slow and gentle, but steadily began to build up until they had both completely switched tactics and were absorbed in a hot, steamy, relentless kiss filled with passion - it was as if they were each fighting to devour the other.
Several minutes later, after they relaxed and managed to catch their breath, Tora set her down and wiped his sleeve across his sweaty brow. His wife stood there before him, also sweating, very red, and desperately trying to tame her normally very tame waves of hair, now gone wild.
"Vous regardez très belle." He complimented, and then smirked."Je ne peux pas attendre pour faire l'amour passionné de vous."
Akari squinted at him. "Did you just say you can't wait to make love to me?"
"I said I can not wait to make passionate love to you." He corrected, and then grabbed her and dipped her dramatically low to the ground, their hands clasped and arms extended, and their free hands wrapped around each other's waists. "I also complimented your beauty. But very good, your French is getting better. Are you sure about going to the wedding this weekend? You could accompany me to France again instead." He ended the suggestion with one languid, erotic swipe of his tongue over the sensitive spot behind her ear.
She sucked in a quick breath, and scowled as he pulled her back up. "Yes, I'm sure."
Tora had soon resumed stalking them in circles around the table, twisting and bending his body with hers and sighing deeply. "A pity that's your final decision. I wanted to visit Paris and do inappropriate things to you at the top of the Eiffel Tower."
"You know Monsieur, your French has me charmed, as do your dance moves, but your vulgarity does not."
He grinned mischievously, dodging the last of her commentary by saying, "Remind me again why you never fully learned French?"
"It just never came to me. I was young and all my teachers were ancient and boring." She shrugged.
They stopped dancing as he halted their movements. He raised an eyebrow at her skeptically. "What about me?"
Akari couldn't withhold her dry laughter, meant to mock. "The only lessons in French I've received from you, are all about French kissing. Whenever you attempt to teach me the actual language, I can barely get five words out before your tongue is in my mouth! Because apparently, I 'sound irresistible with an accent'."
"Mmm... C'est la vérité." Tora murmured, mostly to himself.
"Japanese, please." She told him, unable to interpret his fluent French.
When he didn't respond, she took notice of him undressing her with his eyes, and smirked at him, cooing, "Why don't you just take off my clothes already, if you're so obviously eager?"
He could see the shape of her nipples through the thin cloth of her white blouse, and his hands just itched to follow her words and soon have her standing naked before him. But he held himself back - and meeting her eyes, he returned her smirk. "Because I want to watch you do it."
Suddenly, Akari was standing rigid, and her eyes had gone wide. "You- wait, like... like a strip tease?"
His eyes flashed with want. "Oui." He purred lustfully.
"Absolument pas!"
He groaned at the sound of her speaking French. Even if her accent was a bit broken, it was still sexy. "And why not?"
"Because I think that sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms and frowned, mumbling something under her breath about never getting to have normal sex. "Absolument ridicule." She added, firmly.
And then her husband said something that definitely grabbed her attention. "And what if I... showed you that it's actually not as ridiculous as you think it is?"
Akari glanced at him, and watched his fingers hover over the collar of his shirt. He grasped his tie, unfolding it and pulling it smoothly from underneath his collar - his movements so slow, so deliberate, it made her spine tingle with warmth.
She licked her lips, saying nothing, waiting for more.
Tora tilted his head towards his chair, which she happened to be standing next to. "Take a seat, Akari."
Even though his words and tone of voice were nothing but casual, his eyes held a promise in their golden depths and he smiled suavely at her as she sat down, one of his canines flashing from between his spread lips.
"I say we make a deal." He sauntered over to her and leaned down, looking her straight in the eyes. "If you enjoy my strip tease, then you have to give me one of your own. How does that sound? Fair enough?"
She knew she'd enjoy it. And therefore she'd have to return the favor. But at the moment, Akari just really wanted to see her husband take his shirt off... because she knew that golden skin and a perfectly sculpted body awaited her. "Yeah." She nodded, breathless underneath his gaze. "Seems fair to me."
He stepped back, brushing his hair to the side. Already, one of his hands was trailing down the front of his shirt, as if choosing which button to undo first. He smirked when he saw the way she was looking at him.
"Looks like you're just as eager as I am." He cocked an eyebrow and took his sweet time unbuttoning the top button on his shirt, and then the second just as slowly. Akari just rolled her eyes, but couldn't seem to look away once smooth, lightly tanned skin began to show.
Tora undid the third button even slower than the first two, and she bit her lip when he swung his hips to one side and sighed.
"You know, I was thinking." He mentioned casually, fingers on the fourth button of his shirt now. It came off with a flick of his fingers. "Why don't we go to the beach this Saturday, the day after the wedding? I could use a break from work, and the beach is a nice place to unwind... I think I'd like to lay out a towel and darken my tan, what do you think?"
So fast it was almost a blur, Tora undid the remaining buttons on his shirt and allowed the fabric to part on its own, revealing a small portion of his chiseled abdomen.
"Akari? Your thoughts?" He sounded like he was genuinely asking her opinion on the matter.
Her response was delayed, since she wasn't really listening, but instead focusing intently on where the shirt had barely parted open. "Uh... I can't really tell." She mumbled, the apples of her cheeks suddenly feeling quite warm.
"Oh? Here, is this better?" He pushed his shirt clean off his shoulders, giving her the full frontal view of his chest.
Bare skin stretched over hard muscle was taking up Akari's full view. Tora was a true man now, no longer in his late teens, and only she, having been with him for so long, would be able to really notice the way his body had changed over the years.
For one thing, he had gotten taller (if that was even possible). His 5'11" frame had grown and settled at, she would guess, a couple of inches over six feet... so 6'2"; which made her feel incredibly small, at her current height of 5'5" (yes, she had only grown a total of 2 inches over the years).
And for another thing, his muscles had gotten bigger (if that was even possible), which fit his taller form perfectly. His biceps seemed to jump out at her whenever she looked at his arms, especially when he crossed them. His abs, (which had always been a personal favorite of hers, though she'd never tell) were impressive, acting as the center of his athletic build, a solid six pack that was defined just the right amount - not too much, so that they made him look bulky whenever he had a shirt on, and not too little, so that you had trouble finding them. No, they were just right...
"Akari?"
He brought her back down to Earth with the sound of her name on his lips, spoken louder this time. Her eyes raked over him, traveling from bottom to top; starting at the shine of his Armani shoes, going up the length of his long pant legs, past his navel, his abs, his pecs, and his broad shoulders, and finally came to rest on his face.
Oh, and then also there was that, too. His face was undeniably handsome, she knew, other people knew. She wasn't ignorant enough to not notice the stares both men and women gave him, despite his marital status, whenever they went out in public together. But she'd gotten used to that by now.
The one change she was still trying to get used to, was his random ability to grow a five o' clock shadow. Sometimes, she'd wake up in the morning and feel the stubble on his chin tickling her. But the worst was when he was so busy with work that he had no time to shave, and then out of nowhere he had the start of a prickly golden beard-and-mustache combo growing on his normally clean-shaven face.
But even with a little hair on his chin or upper lip, he was still a striking visage.
Honestly, if he wasn't already a business man, he could definitely make a huge, massively successful career in male modeling.
"Akari."
Tora was now directly in front of her, one arm leaning against the chair's back as he pushed himself right into her personal bubble, though she didn't seem to mind. Her eyes were too glazed over to really notice, anyway.
"I believe I was speaking to you." His brow was raised as he lifted a finger, sliding it down her cheek and underneath her chin, tilting it up with just the slightest touch of pressure. "Are you daring to ignore me?"
When Akari finally blinked and refocused, her eyes met his instantaneously. And due to how close he was to her, she was able to lace her fingers behind his neck and kiss him... with so much enthusiasm, he came close to losing his balance.
"Wh -" He stammered right before she took his lips, obviously not expecting her to do that. The rest of his word was lost between their mouths as she kissed him deeply.
"I love you." She whispered against his cheek, placing a kiss there as well. And before he could respond properly she threw off her shirt and quickly unbuckled his belt, tossing both items to the floor.
Then she stood up, pushed him into the chair in her place, and gave a hard tug on his belt loops. "And I think I'm ready now for that passionate sex you spoke of earlier."
Tora blamed himself for spoiling his wife so much that she had come to be way more eager and wild when it came to sex, than she used to be in the past. He looked up at her with a huge smirk, his voice now full of sarcasm. "Please, mon amour, be a bit more classy, a little more romantic." He leaned forward and placed a kiss between her breasts, over the space her heart should be. "I said I would make passionate love to you, not have passionate sex."
Akari smiled and ran a lazy hand through his bangs, which had swept in front of his right eye like they always liked to do. "Isn't that the same thing?"
"Well, from what I've learned in my 22 years of life, sex is fun, but there's not always love involved with it. However... love-making always has love involved. It's in the name." He stood up as well, backing her into the table. "So, no. They are not the same." He placed her down and smoothed his hands up her stomach, gazing at her bare chest with half-lidded eyes. "You're supposed to be giving me a strip tease right about now."
"Yeah. Right. Or we could make passionné love to each other, and I can slowly take my clothes off for you some other time."
Tora shook his head back and forth, his harsh, yet brilliant laughter filling up all the space around them. "My strip tease worked a little too well I suppose."
Akari moaned out her answer as his hands came up to cup her breasts. "You have no idea..."
"Oh due to your positive reactions, I have some idea of just what it is that I do to you..." He slid her skirt down and off her legs, revealing everything she had to offer to his hungry eyes. Groaning, he placed a knee on the table and both of his hands on either side of her head. "Hn," He grinned, taking in the full view he had of her with burning desire written all over his face. "It would seem you have some sort of powerful effect on me as well, tentatrice lavish."
"What does that mean?" She asked, busy now with unzipping and assisting him in getting his pants off.
"Lavish temptress." He licked his lips, before smirking and grinding down against her as soon as his pants fell uselessly to the floor.
Both of them moaned together, pleasureful waves spreading over where ever their skin touched, and teasing friction causing their spines to tingle.
"Tora," Akari panted as he bowed his head and licked one of her nipples. She cried out a second time, much louder, when he took it into his mouth and sucked lightly.
His mouth pulled away in order for him to speak, and the rough pad of his thumb circled the pink bud in place of his tongue. "I thought you didn't want to be found? If that's the case, you'll have to be quieter."
Though she was not a fan of his teasing tone, the dark, lustful glimmer in his eyes made her head spin. "I can't -" She panted when he ducked down and gave the same treatment with his mouth to her other nipple. "- be quiet!" She practically screeched the last part, and her hand flew up and covered her mouth the moment after it came out.
Again, Tora pulled away, this time with a smirk. "You're awfully sensitive this time around... is doing it where we could easily be found a turn on for you? That's what turns you on the most, isn't it?"
She attempted a scoff, but ended up moaning when he crushed their lower halves together again, grinding against her with a feral growl bubbling out of the back of his throat. "That's... that's not anywhere close to the truth." She gasped, sounding very unconvincing due to the climbing pitch of her voice.
He hummed, pausing the undulations of his hips for a moment. "But it is true. Every time we have sex in any place that lacks full privacy, you're louder, hornier, and I have to say," He peered down at her and hummed adoringly at the face she was currently making. "sexier, too." He leaned down, licking and nibbling at the side of her neck, drawing more loud, needy sounds from her. "Tell me, do you enjoy the thrill there is behind possibly being caught and seen by others while in the middle of doing something so very intimate?"
"Baka!" She muttered angrily. "Stop..."
"Stop what?" He asked in a light, teasing tone.
"Stop talking!"
"Well if you don't want me to talk, what would you rather I do?" He smiled, momentarily flashing his canines at her. And to her, the look in his eyes could be nothing but pure evil at this point. "Tell me what you want from me, and perhaps I'll give it to you." He leaned down and licked the shell of her ear. "If you ask nicely."
She bit her lip hard, straining against the noises that he was trying to draw from her by doing several different things now - massaging her breasts, kissing her neck, circling and pressing their hips, moaning and murmuring heated words along her skin.
Slowly driving her crazy. That's what he was doing. Slowly driving her crazy.
Finally, when his simple kisses had turned into love bites and both of his large hands and smooth fingers were exploring every inch of her bare skin, she sighed in frustration and shoved him backwards, pushing with what little arm strength she had, as hard as she could manage. "Stop it! Stop winding me up like this, it's gotten stuffy and hot and I can't - I can't breathe!"
He shoved her right back - pushing her further along the table and climbing all the way onto the glass surface. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, and when his body aligned with hers she suddenly realized... he had taken his boxers off, and, he was fully erect. She bit her lip to the point of it being painful, suppressing an especially loud groan while her eyes flickered over to the closed door at the end of the room. If anyone were to walk in right now and see them...
"I knew it." He had been watching her carefully, and when she looked at the door he chuckled knowingly. "You're enjoying the fact that we could be caught. You're excited about it."
"That..." She met his gaze, and her stubborn resolve broke. "Well, it's just... Ever since that time in France... in the wine cellar..."
He actually looked a little bit shocked, eyes widening. "Since then?"
She nodded sheepishly, feeling perverted and embarrassed.
"Why didn't you ever tell me," Tora muttered darkly, on the verge of sounding threatening. "you sneaky little minx?"
She furrowed her brow in confusion. "It's embarr-"
"Keeping your desires a secret from your own husband..." He kept her arms pinned down, spread her legs apart with his knees, and positioned himself at her entrance. "I think I need to teach you a lesson." His tongue swept across his lower lip as his gaze became murky. "But before that - since you've told me a secret of yours, I think I'll admit that I have a secret as well."
Akari's eyes narrowed suspiciously. What was that supposed to mean? "You've kept something from me?"
He kissed and nipped his way up the pale white canvas of her throat, painting it in kisses and whispering in low, husky tones. "Yes. Something very important."
"Ah..." She squeezed her eyes shut, trying her best to focus on the conversation. "W... what?"
Pressing his body closer to her, he allowed their skin to rub together teasingly and moved his lips right over her ear, his hot breath causing her to squirm and gasp softly.
"I want to..."
And then he whispered something so temptingly vulgar to her - something so smooth, although ill-mannered, and dirty, sexy, steamy - something so wildly inappropriate which he somehow made sound charming, something so darkly - Igarashi of him to say - that Akari turned several different shades of red and felt so violated, yet turned on, that she almost came on the spot, simply due to his words.
"T-TORA!" She tried (and failed) to free her hands in order to smack him, but then he smirked, moved down to lick her nipple again, and pushed into her, all at the same time. "I - Aaahhh!" She stopped moving and sunk against the table, several shivers overlapping and racing just underneath the surface of her skin. "Damn..."
The tiger's smirk widened, and he pulled out of her swiftly, half-way, right before pushing back in. "Do you think you'd ever want to try -"
His hopeful tone was cut off by her protest. "No, never!" Akari stuttered out, hissing when he slid back inside of her and then his lips clamped down on her shoulder, leaving a mark there. "You're impossible! Baka tig..."
Her jaw dropped, eyes fluttering shut and a long, drawn-out moan escaping her when, on only the third thrust in, he hit all the way, so much deeper, brushing up against that spot inside of her, right on the mark.
"Ahh -" Her body shuddered in excitement. "Ooohh... h-how do you always manage to find it so quickly?" She murmured, eyes dreamy, another throaty moan releasing itself when he drew out and pushed back in again, hitting the same spot. This man and his skills... oh my -
She bit her lip, muffling another desperate moan.
"Hmm, I suppose I've had a lot of practice." One of his hands moved away from her wrists and his fingers trailed down from the fresh hickey on her shoulder, over to her neck, all the way across her throat, down between the valley of her breasts, and then he pinched one of her nipples, timing it perfectly with another one of his thrusts. Akari's eyes rolled back as she let out a harsh, breathy sigh. He smirked. "I know your body," He released her other wrist and followed the trail his last hand had made - except this time, his fingers went lower, from her chest to her navel, all the way down to -
"Ohh my - g-god - oh, Tora!" Akari jolted upwards, reaching up with her freed hands and clinging to his shoulders, her body trembling with need.
"and your body knows me." He finished his sentence with a sly sneer. And then, as he pressed his fingers down against her clit, circling the nub gently but firmly, and slowly pulled his dick back out of her again, he wondered aloud to himself. "How many times do you think I can make you come, before I do?"
Akari let out a breathless attempt at a laugh. "Are you truly wondering?"
He moved the hand he currently had cupping her breast, up to her chin, yanking it down so that he could catch her eye. A challenge was written in his golden irises. "I am. Should we make this interesting?"
"I hear you like interesting things." She quipped smartly, purposefully clamping down on him after he entered her so it made it even harder for him to withdraw again. She smirked when she saw him wince and shudder. "So, you think you can manage to make me come even once before you do? Well I bet I can make you come before me. It wouldn't be hard to do, considering that, in actuality, it takes men a much shorter amount of time to find their release, than for women to."
"Look who's acting all snarky." Tora leered at her before quickly ducking down to nip at one of her hardened nipples with his teeth. He then reveled in the sharp gasp he drew from her when he rolled it around on his tongue as he was lost in thought.
"Alright." He proclaimed smugly as he tilted his head back up, watching her squirming before him, easy prey in his hands. His penis throbbed as she sucked him in tightly again, which almost managed to wipe the smug look off his face, almost. "We each get to... play with each other's bodies." He chuckled when his choice of words made her turn red again. "And whoever cums first... well, why don't you set the stakes?"
Akari looked amazed. "You're letting me set the stakes? Wow, that's... surprisingly generous of you."
He stopped moving and gave her a sweet smile that she didn't trust even a little bit. "I can be generous."
"No."
"No?"
"No, just no." She shook her head. "No. Generosity is something you've lacked since the day I started living with you."
"In this estate, or my family estate?" He asked, even though what she meant was obvious.
"The old estate, your family estate, you baka." She muttered. "Anyway, given our current position, I'm going to hurry this along. This glass table isn't exactly comfortable."
Tora had his 'generous' smile plastered on his face again. "Be my guest." He told her.
She decided that he couldn't be tricking her, and while he never really was generous, he might just be letting her have this one, just for the heck of it. So, she'd just decide to accept it. "If I'm setting the stakes, then let's see..." She hummed while drumming her fingers on his chest. Tora smirked at her casual attempt to get a reaction out of him - surely she knew she'd have to try harder than that?
"Any time now." He breathed, also growing uncomfortable since they weren't moving, therefore the pleasure had stopped, which left them just leaning on an uncomfortable table together.
"If I make you come first, you have to..." She smiled, a perfectly cunning, absolutely sadistic smile. "Wear any hat I pick out for you to wear to Aika's wedding."
Tora knew he should feel suspicious, and while part of him was, most of him just wanted to laugh. "That's pathetic. Try again." He urged her.
"Nope."
"Why a hat?"
"Not telling."
Alright, he truly was growing more and more suspicious now, but he did say he'd let her pick the stakes. Also, he was going to win, so it's not like it mattered what the stakes were. "So then, what if I make you come first?" He questioned, curious as to what she would think of.
"If you manage that... then I'll..." She sighed, and he knew she was going to say something that would be like music to his ears. "Then I'll do that thing for you... that you're always requesting... I don't enjoy it really, but I know that you do, so..." She sighed again, knowing he'd like the sound of that.
He did. Very much. Tora knew exactly what she was talking about, and his mouth curled in pleasure at the thought of it. "Oh I will absolutely agree to those stakes."
And thus, their little 'game' of sorts, began.
"We each get, let's say, one minute of free touching?" Tora smiled when she nodded her head in agreement. "Then I'll let you start."
Akari rolled her eyes at him. "Wow, you're being so incredibly generous today." She muttered, before trailing her fingers down his chest, then caressing his abs appreciatively. "Who's counting?"
"Whoever's the victim." He said, eyelids lowering the slightest bit when she touched an especially sensitive spot on his side. Thank god he wasn't ticklish anywhere - otherwise he'd be giggling and ruining the mood.
"Victim?" She smirked up at him, silver-blue eyes alight with a confident, intriguing fire. "Okay then, victim." She pulled him down to her, and licked and nibbled along his neck, up to his ear, whispering, "Start counting."
Tora smirked, inclined his head towards her, and allowed her tongue to continue its teasing. "One... two... three..."
Out of no where came her hands, both of them, raking her nails - not painfully - but slowly and with enough pressure to sting, down his chest. "Do it in your head, mon amour."
Instantly, Tora groaned. It was not so much due to the feel of her nails, but the sound of her voice. "Shit." He cursed, right as he was about to murmur 'seven'.
That groan, along with the swear, took Akari's confidence up a notch. She wrapped both arms around his back and pulled him to her, forcing him from being half-way inside of her, to being all the way inside. They both made sounds of pleasure in the back of their throats once he was fully sheathed inside of her again.
With her hands back to running along his sides and smoothing over his muscles, she allowed her mouth to travel - first, over his throat, her teeth nipping at his adam's apple before she suckled on his pulse point, which drew an unbidden groan from him. After that response, she traveled up to his lips. "You always seem to be smirking," She commented, her lips barely brushing against his own. He tried to move forward and kiss her, but she stopped him with a hand running through his hair, keeping him back. "And I like it. Will you show me your smirk?" She asked softly, gently massaging the back of his head, which caused him to let out a sudden sigh.
And then he smirked, eyes closed, but lips quirked into the signature, maddening little sly, smooth-lipped smirk of his. And Akari slid her tongue slowly and erotically over his bottom lip, watching his mouth twitch, but getting no other reaction besides that.
So she kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and causing him to grunt in surprise, and seconds later down below she clamped down on him inside of her, which made Tora moan in obvious desire, and she could feel his legs tremble the slightest bit and his dick twitch the tighter she held him there.
Still kissing him, but unsure of how much time she had left, she stepped it up a notch and pressed up into him - allowing him to feel her breasts against his chest, and one of her legs hooking around the back of his own. She moaned into his mouth and twirled her tongue with is, and since he wasn't allowed to take charge until the time was up, she was in control for once and brought his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it while she held both the sides of his face in her hands, wanting to hold him in place for once.
Tora pushed her away, breaking their kiss and pulling out of her quickly before shoving back in - hard, and so close to her pleasure spot she almost cried out. "I reached sixty." He breathed out slowly. "So it's my turn."
And suddenly, they were flipped over and she was straddling him, rather than he being placed on top of her. He smiled lasciviously at her when she felt him lift her, drop her back down, and hit the weakness inside of her in one swift go. Her moan rang out in the room, which is what made him double his efforts.
He lifted her and dropped her, lifted her up and brought her back down, over, and over, impaling her on him again and again and hitting his mark inside of her like a bulls eye. Akari had lost track of her counting and was trying to think of a way to turn this around on him. But she wasn't allowed to touch him until the time was up...
So she clamped down on him again, right as he was in the middle of pulling back out. And when he felt that unexpected, overwhelming moment of her milking him, he groaned without restraint - she was wet, so wet and slick and wonderfully smooth inside, not to mention incredibly tight. He actually did feel like cumming, right then and there, but he didn't. He refused to, they had only just started their little game.
"Akari," He moaned her name and leaned up, burying his face in her chest, licking around each of her nipples in turn, sucking tenderly on her soft skin, and then biting down and leaving a love bite there, right beside of the pink buds.
That's it. Akari was abandoning the rules. After all, she was an Igarashi now, and Igarashi's made their own rules, didn't they?
"Faster." She told him, raising her hips on her own while squeezing him tight, causing his toes to curl and his mouth to go slack, right as he was in the middle of trailing kisses up and down her stomach. "Try going faster, Tora." She challenged him, lifting her hips and seating herself again, causing the both of them to hiss and groan and curse, even though they enjoyed it.
"I can't go faster with you squeezing me like that, I can barely move." He panted lightly, almost feeling outmatched. She had broken the rules! She wasn't allowed to move, she was supposed to lay there and count, dammit... "You know that." He muttered, lips quirking as if they wanted to smile. She had broken the rules... something normally he would do. Or at least, he can bend rules to be in his favor. And she did something along the lines of that... hah, surely, she was his woman.
Akari leaned over him. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him once, breaking away, kissing him a second time, and then pulling back again. She smiled at him, dazzlingly, lovingly. "This is taking too long. Later tonight, back in our bedroom, I don't want any foreplay. I just want you, your body, your lips..." She kissed him a third time, hearing him moan loudly as she refused his tongue and instead bit down on his lip. "And I want to be taken fast, and hard..." She left wet, soft kisses in her wake as she made her way down to his ear, in order to whisper slowly. "You can even tie me up, if you want to."
Tora bucked up against her so suddenly, she flew backwards. He reached out and slithered an arm around her small waist, keeping her in place and grinning wickedly as he bucked up against her once more, again taking her off guard. "So you'll allow me that, and you'll do that other thing you promised me when I win?"
"If you win." Frustrated with his pride, she tried to lift herself all the way off of him, but he only pushed her back down - and the head of his penis roughly hit her g-spot, once again. She mumbled incoherent nonsense and fell forward onto his chest, feeling so ready to cum but fighting it off as best she could.
Wet walls were clenching around him, so tight it was agonizing. Tora let out a long, annoyed breath of air when he realized, she still hadn't released yet, but she was sure squeezing the hell out of his cock.
However, she was close, he could tell.
But then again, he was too.
She hugged him to her desperately and he rolled on top of her again, laying her down and really moving his hips this time - in, out, in, out, just a little bit more.. in the right spot... and she'll...
"Tora," Akari scraped her nails along his back, she threw her head back, she bucked against him in wild abandon, meeting his thrusts and squeezing him so tightly, he felt he was about to...
"Nnn... gh... hah." He grunted and his head snapped back as he let out a long, deep, satisfied growl. "Shiiit... dammit, Akar- Akari..." He hissed and bucked harder, until they were both meeting each other's hips so hard, there would probably be bruises forming. "I... Argh.. Akari..."
How had the whole concept of sex gotten better with her? She made him feel impossible things, feelings that no other girl had ever elicited from him before. He supposed it was because he was in love with Akari, and love changes everything about sex. It makes it a million times more fulfilling, more passionate and pleasureful. Love turns sex into love-making... which - and the younger, teenage version of himself would laugh at him for saying this - was just plain damn better than sex.
"Go faster... please," Akari gasped, feeling it coming, rising up like a massive heat wave rolling across the desert. "Ahh - aahhn.. nmm... I c- I can't - just go faster... h-hurry!"
Tora half-purred, half-growled; almost in a predatory, possessive, yet protective way. He was with the woman he loved, and he was fulfilling all of her pleasureful needs... he felt content and powerful, and also so filled to the brim with lust he was ready to explode.
Akari whimpered as he dug his cock into her rapidly and wildly, and goosebumps covered the whole expanse of her skin because he was pounding into the same place over and over again and again, hitting directly where her pleasure spot is, sending her mind reeling, preparing her for the decent into a world of bliss. Knowing she would lose, if only by a few seconds, if she didn't do something now, she moved one of her hands from behind his back and slid her fingers through his small bit of barely visible chest hair, over the smooth hardness of his pecks, and across first one of his nipples, and then, even slower, making sure she pressed firmly, the other.
Tora grumbled a string of curses, thrust into her especially hard, bit his lip and hissed loudly - the sound echoing throughout the long room. He followed that up with a moan that was really more like a roar than anything else, like his true animal side was releasing itself, as his instincts forced him to let go finally and he simply couldn't help himself; with her wet, tight heat, her long, drawn-out moans, and the way her hair smelled of citrus as he buried his nose in it and inhaled deeply, driving her to the edge and over it... sending him into a growling fit as her hips continued to buck against his, and she spasmed at the same time he threw himself down against her, collapsing with a final, tired grunt of pleasure.
Akari was gasping more than moaning until she reached her peak - which happened at around the exact moment Tora reached his - and then she groaned out the sound of his name, loudly enough for anyone standing in the hallway to hear clearly, but she just didn't give a damn right now. How could she care about anything but the amazing feeling coursing through her system? The adrenaline rush, the pleasure attacking her body in wave after wave, aha god... and the feeling of Tora bursting inside of her, filling her with a white-hot heat that made her body ache and head feel like it was full of cotton.
She felt her body give one last weak spasm, and then her vision left her. For how long it happened, she didn't know - but when she was drawn out of a world of dark, shivering pleasureful aftermath, she was opening her eyes to the sound of Tora's voice - and oh, how she just loved how it became a wonderful, deep rumble after they had intercourse.
"I love you Akari." He was in the middle of lazily rubbing a hand up and down her back, and she suddenly realized that he had already pulled out of her and they had switched positions and were now lying on their sides next to each other. Tora was holding her close to him, one of his arms acting as a pillow for her head and the other thrown over her shoulders. MMM
She smiled, her eyes closing half-way. The arguing, the dancing, the love-making... it had all taken a lot out of her. She was exhausted. "Je t'aime, Tora." That was the one phrase in French that she could say smoothly, without it sounding broken or unnatural.
He growled and leaned over her, biting her ear softly. "You have a sexy accent." He mumbled, almost inaudibly since he was slurring (probably due to exhaustion, he had to be just as exhausted as she was).
"What happens..." She closed her eyes and settled her head against his chest, enjoying the musky scent on his skin. "When we both win?"
He sighed. "Then I should imagine that I'll be wearing a god-awful hat to your friend's wedding..." And then he smiled, chuckling lowly, the sound reverberating throughout his chest in a warm, delightful sort of way. "And you, my dear wife, are going to -"
She leaned up and kissed him, making sure he said no more. When she pulled away, he was smirking, but she didn't really care. "I get it. I'll follow through, it's really not that bad, just... uncomfortable for me. But there's certainly no need for you to announce it out loud." She ducked her head down again and rubbed her nose against his neck, curling into him like a cat ready for a nap. "Keep it in your head, savor it in your mind, but please, don't say that sort of thing out loud so casually."
He chuckled, probably thinking she was strange. And then suddenly, he was pulling away from her. She frowned and protested, but felt too lazy-tired to get up after him. Therefore she remained as she was, naked, messy, and curled up on the glass table of the conference room.
In front of her, the fine view she had of her husband's ass was covered up as he pulled on his boxers briefs and his tight slacks. His shoes followed suit, and he was slipping his belt back on when Akari decided to speak up, mentioning the 'stakes' again.
"So you think the hat is going to be god-awful, huh?" She mused, stretching out on the table and ruffling her hair as she let out a small yawn.
He looked back at her with a knowing glint in his eyes. "I know what you're capable of. I unfortunately had to learn the hard way, however." He had mumbled that last part to himself, walking over to where his shirt was sitting a little ways away on the floor.
"Oh, so do you still remember that blue suit I made you put on, from years ago?"
He froze, not moving a single muscle.
"You remember?" She pressed him for an answer, just loving the way his fingers twitched as he slowly bent down to pick up his shirt, and his spine stiffened once he was standing straight again.
"...Yes."
"Yeah," Akari finally found the willpower to get up off the table and collect her clothes together as well. She laughed under her breath. "this time, it's gonna be soooo much worse than that." She pulled her skirt back on and turned around, seeing Tora pocketing her panties. "HEY!"
He merely glanced over in her direction. "Problem?" He asked innocently, although a sly smile was faintly evident on his face.
She pointed to the hand resting in his pants pocket now, the one holding onto her panties. "Give me my underwear, you imbecile!"
"Why should I?" He raised both eyebrows at her, his tone an uncaring one.
"Uh, because they're mine. Why would you even need them?"
"I don't need them, I simply want to take them."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"Because you've succeeded in upsetting me, therefore I am taking my revenge," He withdrew the undergarment from his pocket for a moment, a small, infuriating smile on his face. "in the form of your panties."
Grumbling, Akari gave up, knowing it was a lost cause, and found her bra underneath the table, snatching that before it was taken as well. As she was putting it on, she saw Tora out of the corner of her eye, striding towards the door.
"I'm going to go take a long, hot, steamy shower." He said aloud, before she could ask where it was he was going. He tossed her a heated gaze over his shoulder as he stepped out into the hall. Then, his voice dropped down an octave. "I'll leave the bathroom door unlocked."
And seconds later, he was gone. He didn't even linger... but his words sure did.
"What a stupid, stupid man..." Akari sighed, finally getting her bra on the right way and then finding her shirt discarded somewhere. "Such a pervert... who does all of what we just did, and then implies shower sex right afterward?" She shook her head at his antics.
But although she sounded like she was totally against the idea, she pulled her shirt on quickly and hurried towards the door, exiting the conference room and following after her stupid, stupid man.