Forgotten Sonata

By: Ryokoluv17

"Have a seat. While I get some tea started." Ryoko walks into the space hooking her sweater on the rack. Tenchi removed his shoes and sauntered in. He stole the opportunity to look around the space, eventually, his sights landed on a black and white wedding photo perched alone on near a stack of books. Picking up the thick wooden frame, he ran his fingers over the black and white photo of Ryoko standing in the heart of a large assortment of flowers wearing a romantic crepe gown that flowed into a graceful silhouette with lace sleeves and draped skirt. The bateau neckline showcased her long neck giving her a demure look. Tenchi narrowed his eyes at the lace appliqués that covered her arms and waist.

Sensing his quietness, Ryoko looks over her shoulder with a neutral expression as she watches him looking at the photo. "I have a day old, Castella cake. Would you like a piece?" She turns back to the stove awaiting his reply.

Placing the picture frame back in its spot. "Yeah, sure. Did you make it?"

"I sure did." Ryoko gleefully admitted.

….

A crestfallen guise carves itself upon the tan boys face as he glares at the mug ahead of him. He taps his overworked fingers along the body edgily, failing at leveling his breathing. With a tightened jaw, he turns to the pleasing view of Ryoko tending to the last touches of her teatime nosh. Giving him a worthy view of her backside. Wrapped in his desires he jolts as Ryoko spoke up again.

"This is my favorite, it is the perfect match with tea. One of my many guilty pleasures." She added quietly and laughs approaching the table with two serving dishes, she places one beside his mug. Tenchi murmured in gratitude bringing the plate closer to him. "Eat up." She encouraged disregarding his aloofness. His fingers curled under his warm palm as looks down at the dessert. His heart pounded once more in its cage as his anxiety levels rose. Oh God not now. Tenchi cleared his throat as a suffocating sensation drapes itself around his neck. From her near peripheral she detected his uneasiness.

"Ten- Can I use your bathroom?" Her brows knitted together a pallid index finger pointed in the direction, he quickly headed across the room slamming the door. Inside, he gripped the rim of the sink counter. He hastily screws off the cap of the brown medication bottle, eyeing its contents. Never in his life would he had imagined that medication would be something to help fix his problems. One whiff of the strong scent emanating from the bottle was enough for the boy to screw the cap back on. Tenchi decided that it was best to go a route he was familiar with, he harks back to his mindfulness training with his Grandfather Katsuhito back in Okayama. He quickly got down in the lotus position, thankful the room was dimly lit and quiet, he closes his eyes placing his palms upright.

Outside, an impatient Ryoko eyed the door. He's so strange. Is he nervous around me? Men are strange creatures. She frowns turning back to her favorite dessert and began to poke around at the cake. At that moment, she heard the door opened. She made no attempt to turn to the boy to cause any more discomfort. Ryoko darted a glanced at him, finding him wearing a mask…a mask of dishonesty.

"Sorry about that." His voice was more confident.

"No problem. Nature calls I guess." She quieted herself sipping the last bit of the lukewarm tea. "I can reheat your tea for you. It must be cold now" She cautiously offered.

"It's fine. This cake is amazing by the way!" He gushed over the slice.

"Thank you" Ryoko cracked a smile. Tenchi smiles back taking another piece. Ryoko watches him impassively, only spoke when spoken to. Tenchi knew there was something worth mentioning from the woman, after all that was the sole reason she invited him over, he contests the fact that this bold woman was becoming lily-livered around him.

"Tenchi…" She started softly, her mouth parted but no words surfaced.

Be calm.

"Yes, what is it?" Tenchi encourages clasping his hands together onto the table.

Don't fidget.

"I wanted to be alone with you." She added, beginning to fidget with her fingers. "I'm so confused, my head is about to burst. I can't take it!" Her fingers went to her temple in utter frustration. "What we're doing…" She trails off once more. Tenchi clenched his jaw and reached out to her hand.

"I was being a fool. I wasn't thinking. I wasn't myself."

Who am I kidding? I am the fool. I knew exactly what I was doing.

He admits it, but I too have been a boob, and I am not sorry about that…

"Neither was I. I've had thoughts."

What does she mean by that? Do I really want to know?

"W-What type of thoughts?"

"Wanting to be with you more than my husband. That night at the ball, I simply got scared when you started to show that you had similar emotions." She bashfully looks at him, "I freaked out." Tenchi nodded, resting back in his seat. "Were you really having trouble breathing?" She questioned with concern.

He chuckles and nods, "Whenever you were near…sometimes when I think of you. It just happens."

"I am flattered." She purses her lips briefly, before a slight smile forming, "I too found it hard to breathe. The first time I touched your hand, it was not only warm but inviting. I felt safe." She confessed holding her own hand. Tenchi had not peel his eyes away from her. Her expression faltered, she felt as though she had left herself wide open and that the mystery that possibly drew him to her, would perhaps exhaust the excitement he had for her now. She walked over to the only photo of her wedding day picking it up.

"Y'know shortly before this photo, he was called in for duty. Duty always comes first, it sucks, Tenchi. The one day that I was supposed to be happy…" A lone tear rolls down her cheek. Tenchi stalked towards her, taking the frame out of her hand. Ryoko blushed expressing her embarrassment by covering her face. Tenchi chuckled bringing her into an embrace. His hand rubbed the nape of her neck soothing her. Becoming almost arouse, she peeks at him over the tips of her fingers, with a smirk he drowns himself into her liquid gold eyes. His fingers ran alongside her flushed cheek, to the corner of her lip. Dropping her hands from her face, she looks at him intently wanting more of his touch. "Come with me." Ryoko took his hand and walked into the room.

"Ryoko, I shouldn't be in this room. I-" Tenchi scratched the back of his head stopping short at the foot of the bed. Retorting with a shake of her head, Ryoko held out her hand from where she sat. He reached out taking it and seated himself beside her.

Intertwining her fingers with his, she chuckles softly, "I had dreams of being like this with you countless times." With the full moon casting a blue hue on the both of them, Tenchi arm snaked around her shoulders pulling her close. With their faces merely meters apart, Ryoko caresses his face with the tips of her fingers. "Show me this is real, Tenchi." She ached softly gazing into his chocolate pools, her thumb tickling his bottom lip.

"Don't breathe another word," Tenchi brought her into a light kiss cradling her head. Ryoko moans as his lips went to her neck tickling that sensitive spot of her neck, eliciting her to lay on her back. "It's just us right now." He relished in the warmth and sweet taste of her lips once more. Ryoko stirred so he could sit astride of her, he begins to unbutton her top, only to pause to look her in the eyes hoping that she wanted the same thing. Ryoko nods slightly turning her head away and closing her eyes, she needed to relish this moment. Pulling down the dress from her shoulders, Tenchi reveled at the sight of her tone upper body, "You have the most beautiful shoulders I've ever seen." He whispered running his hands over her smooth blades.

"Oh, Tenchi." Ryoko reddened watching him as he stripped the rest of her uniform off. Feeling a draft washed over her, she could not help to tremble. She blushes looking at the amusing look Tenchi gave her. She nuzzled against him as he laid beside her chuckling.

"You are just too cute." Tenchi kissed the top of her head, he ran a finger through her bangs.

"Aren't you going to join me Tenchi? Wasn't expecting to be the main course." Ryoko propped herself on her elbow, yanking at his white tailored shirt with a finger. Tenchi stood up and unbuckled his belt dropping the black slacks with a soft thud. He removed his tailored shirt placing it on the back of a chair, Ryoko gawked at his muscular upper body with her hand still propping up her head. Her heart beat rapidly, as he returned to his spot beside her. Tenchi nudged her until she was resting fully on her back and kissed her tenderly. She soon felt his hands move from the side of her face, passing down the mounds of her body before coming to rest on her inner thigh. Ryoko shudders as his hand sought her leg parting it from the other. He deepened the kiss as he brushed over her most sensitive region. "Tenchi…" She whimpers biting his shoulder, he places his leg over hers as he enters her warm and moist sex. Tenchi crushed his mouth against hers in an effort to keep her from screaming out loud, Ryoko felt his member stiffened against her leg and attempted to reach out to touch it only for him to part from her lips and nestled at the crook of her neck, fingering her hastily. Moments later a trembling Ryoko laid before him clutching his wrist, as he knelt between her legs, moving his digit in and out of her rapidly. Tenchi caught himself becoming emotional as he watches her convulse and clutch at him on the brink of orgasm. He withdrew a moist digit giving the beauty a moment to catch her breath.

As her breathing slowed, her eyes open finding him looking back at her. "Don't do this all for me, Tenchi." She coaxed cupping her breasts. Tenchi rose and hovered over her, peering down at her emotionless. Ryoko ran her hands up and down his arms, gazing at him. "What is wrong, Tenchi?"

He beamed at her as he positioned himself at her entrance. Ryoko felt the return of her rapid heartbeat as he delivered her a lustful look and entered her.

…

"Ayeka, aren't you coming to bed?" A gentle voice called out to the inert woman standing at the full- length window.

"Not now, Sasami." Ayeka folded her arms, continuing to look out to the ocean.

"Suit yourself. Goodnight!" Sasami turns away, finding her mother, Misaki, standing at the door. "Good luck, she has been moping all day."

"I'll take it from here." Misaki kisses the little girl on the crown of her head waiting for the door to close. She quietly made her way over to her eldest. "Seems like you have a lot on your mind, Ayeka" Misaki rested on the wall across from her.

"Yes, mother." Ayeka sighed going on about how beautiful the moonshine over the water. Misaki looks out the window, blessed with great patience she remained quiet until Ayeka spoke again. The silence brought enough discomfort on Ayeka that she filled the air with her gloomy thoughts. "My marriage is in shambles. I thought I was being the good wife, doing what I needed to do for my husband and preparing for our future. But I've been nothing but a nuisance."

Misaki nods,"As your mother, it is only so often I can be on your side, Ayeka." A woeful look crept across Ayeka's face as she glances at her mother. "But you do have a history of being infuriating." Misaki brings forth her long gray mane over her shoulder to toy with the ends. "With his child, you are carrying, a child you've worked him day in and day out to create. Don't let it be a surprise if he does not stay." Misaki added sternly, watching Ayeka's eyes burn with pain.

"How dare you mother?!" Ayeka voice loads the room. "It was a mutual agreement!"

"Was it? Are you not the same woman that spoke of wanting a divorce because he was nothing more than a farm boy with the middle of the road aspirations?! If he was so much of a farm boy, why have his child? You have constantly rubbed it in his face of how privilege you were than him!" Misaki bellowed.

"Oh, isn't this ironic?" Ayeka frowns tears streaming down her face. "You allowed Father to have another wife, all because you too could not let go of him. You know he was no longer happy with you but who am I talk?"

"I beg your pardon?" Misaki dropped her arms stunned.

"Give me a break, you did not make your way up those stairs to spend time with your children. We both know the reason. A cold night it'll be, Mother?" Ayeka targets her mother offensively.

…

Locked together in an intense session, Ryoko gripped the bars of the headboard tightly as Tenchi thrust above her. His bangs were damp with sweat holding on to Ryoko's shoulder, he cried out on the verge of climax securing his hold across her full-sized mounds cranking her neck to claim her lips feverishly. The rhythmic pounding and whimpering filled the room. For the couple, nothing else mattered to them but satisfying the void in their lives.

Ryoko mouth parted in a silent cry as Tenchi rammed into her intensely. Placing her hands back holding his wrists that was firmly planted on her buttocks she rose from her position allowing Tenchi to hug her from behind, she held his hands in hers as he squeezed her breasts. He nestles his face into her neck finding that he was groaning loudly, his mind was wrapped up in his own matters and began to give her quicken thrusts. A smile crept across Ryoko's lips as he takes hold of her neck eventually slowing. They reluctantly parted catching their breath.

"What?" Tenchi breathlessly asks curiously to find why the woman was grinning at him.

Ryoko pinned her hair up she pulls him down and rested her head on his chest. They both sighed almost simultaneously as fatigue overcome them.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Tenchi and Ryoko have consummate their 'situationship' and Ayeka…well you saw for yourself. Stay tuned, don't forget to review!