Halfway home, you realized you shouldn't have departed in such a flurry from Masamichi because of his answer.
By all accounts, you were angry, angry enough to cause tempestuous winds, almost. You didn't thankfully, if that'd happened you'd possibly drop out of the sky or end up taking the train. Your wings were already half their original size. The updraft you caused leaving the park outputted a hefty chunk of cursed energy than you wanted. You felt the ground shake, saw the pond's water separate and the clouds split ahead, from it.
Not to mention some trees were bent. You made a mental note to send an anonymous donation to the park.
You should have just accepted his resounding response, then perhaps it would allow him to reconsider. Keep in line, that's what you should have done; it helped you survive those three years.
But you didn't have the patience of that level as you once did. Not when it came to getting your son, you needed a win or inch closer some way. You hadn't shaken the silence of disappointment from 'Geto', even if he didn't say it.
He wanted you on the campus, you needed to be on campus, Gojo was there, that was your focus, and someone named Itadori. 'Geto' had his reasons, Gojo was a part of it and so was something else. You weren't quite sure what, that part didn't matter to you.
Only the first part. Your fist clenched with rage. Not rage that was frustration you'd have with him when you were younger, from his antics. You couldn't remember how many times when you flew into school, he'd pop out of nowhere causing you to have crash landings, use his ability to pull back a tree branch and whack you with it causing you to crash or become tangled, or calling Sparrow.
This directed rage was warranted, he caused all this….you'd get Gojo one way or another.
You just needed to get into Jujutsu Tech, eventually.
Blowing up at Masamichi, you revisit, wasn't the best decision. You release a long, guilty sigh, your mjomba would be disappointed, greatly.
You slow your speed to a measured one, allowing the air currents to direct. Allowing yourself a moment of reflection. Perhaps, you thought feeling your eyelids weighing with drowsiness, sending an apology text or even calling was in order.
Yes, that was a respectable action. You set a reminder in your mind to do so after taking a nap when you arrive back. Hopeful, Masamichi delivered Ijichi his birthday gift.
It wasn't cheap.
After twenty minutes you arrived back to your lodgings and landed softly, thankfully your eyelids stayed open the whole way and your wings lasted.
You disperse the second your foot touches the veranda and yawn. You did release a large output of curse energy.
"Roselyn. I'm back," you announce with a light stretch, stepping inside. A nice soak would be nice before you lay down. You believed there was some time. "Roselyn?"
You noticed her absence and presence, that wasn't normal. She always came the moment her name fell from your mouth or she was on the veranda waiting and welcoming you.
No response.
None at all.
You look around the room and in the direction of the kitchen. Then down the hall towards the rooms and stairs and floors.
Nothing.
You take a few tentative steps and call for her again, "Roselyn."
No answer. You inch a few more steps forward, and the aroma of herbs and spices hung delicately in the air. She was preparing for tonight, maybe she was too preoccupied to come. It was last-minute notice, so it was understandable.
Still…..
The sound of a closed cabinet echoed from the kitchen, you smiled relieved. She was in the kitchen, you could go for a nice cup of tea.
You walk over and peer in with a closed-eyed smile.
"Roselyn! Everything alright right in here? Do you mind if I make some tea? I need a nice soak and rest after today."
"Now, that sounds like a great idea," 'Geto' answered smoothly.
Your eyes snapped open and the iciest chill ran down your spine you couldn't move. But you saw him by the stove, his back to you, holding the kettle's handle, a hand slimmer hand, familiar hand set a cup before him. Your eyes follow the hand and travel up it finding Roselyn.
Her eyes closed and her head bowed slightly to 'Geto'. She didn't even look your way. You wanted to shout her name. But held that breath inside.
'Geto' turned to her with an affable smile, "Thank you, Roselyn." He poured the water and added the tea bag she held for him, he put it in and let it seep. "Hello, dear welcome home." He faces you with that quarter smile.
A smile you knew well enough and knew what followed. Against your resistance, you took the most minuscule step back without breaking your posture and hold. You prayed he didn't notice, if he did then….crap you forgot to respond.
The words were lost to you for a moment, you searched frantically for them that you hadn't noticed Roselyn trying to subtly alert you with a slight gesture as he closed the distance between you and him. By the time you found the words he was standing before you, with a penetrating gaze.
You shrunk under it, and drop your eyes, and headed to the floor demurely.
"Welcome, husband," you said in a voice that was gentle and loving. You wanted to ask about Daiki but you shut yourself from doing so. "I was not expecting you."
"You weren't? Can't a husband come and see his wife without notice? Especially if he wants to spend quality time."
He closed the bit of space you had for safety, your heart drummed panicky against your chest it filled your ears, casting a dark shadow covering you completely. His eyes, you felt their weight of inspection of any ripples or signs of uncomfortableness. You managed to remain perfectly still and somehow calm your heart.
Roselyn, you managed to spot, and continued her preparation for tonight, she kept her eyes adverted but the subtle hints of pain in her, you noticed in the tips of her trembling fingers. You remembered those trembling fingers well, as an ushabti such display of expression was highly forbidden, and should anyone from your family be around and discovered….she wouldn't have lasted this long.
She must always remain automated.
Be seen but never heard.
A lesson she taught you well to survive. And now it was the only lifeline you had.
'Geto' continued his inspection until he was satisfied, and slipped a finger under your chin. With the lightest touch and minimal strength, he lifted your chin up until your left face was completely visible and he allowed you to meet his eyes.
There was no kindness in those dark brown eyes that you knew, that you could find no matter how hard your eyes searched when 'Geto' did this. It was painful.
He was well aware of it and kept your hold. Those amber eyes of yours, and their striking hues…marvelous. The fact you were from that family, is quite a rarity. He could hardly believe they still existed…well not much anymore. Your husband saw to that and you by extension. The memories were there and he quite enjoyed them, even though it destroyed a great family.
But you were here and your son, Daiki. Quite a special child, his conception…in a domain, an interesting development. The first one would have been good, but Daiki, 'Geto' didn't think it was possible, he didn't think either you or your husband were aware of it….during that lengthy passion you two had, if not for your domain your husband possibly would have lasted the normal amount of a male, possibly longer during those moments.
Wait the memories he had, your husband did indeed.
Fifteen minutes was never enough. 'Geto' saw why from your husband's memories, you were good to him. In school and out, past and present. The stored memories of your smiles are in many forms.
Your husband chose well with you, 'Geto' adds his thumb to your chin and caresses softly under your lip.
You wanted to shut your eyes and let it pass. But you couldn't and remain still. 'Geto' leans in or he leaned you in, you weren't sure your body hadn't moved, but you weren't sure of that either. Everything began numbing, though not quickly enough, you felt the pressure of 'Geto's' lips on yours.
They weren't kind. Gentle or anything but sick.
But you took it and kissed back, blandly, counting in your mind the languishing seconds to minutes.
Roselyn kept her attention on her work, but ever so often her eyes flickered in the intimate direction of you and 'Geto'. Her mouth remained sewn and her thoughts buried. She had to check the duck and get started on the dessert and then check the fine china, then make sure there was enough seating for the guests tonight.
As she followed her mental checklist, 'Geto' took his lips back but didn't break the distance, gave them a tasteful lick, and said, "Let's talk about your day." He whispered against your lips, grabbing your hand.
Roselyn felt her breath snatched away and almost tripped over her own feet. She caught herself effortlessly, but that…she didn't. That dark lascivious filling 'Geto's' eyes and filling with every second, she knew what was to come next…you did too, and she hadn't given you one yet. She always did before any of this, she was aware of when it happened, and she expected it later after the guests left, but not before.
'Geto's' sudden arrival an hour before you arrived surprised her and hosting tonight instead of at the end of the week…luckily she was efficient and knew what to do. But you, she cursed herself for not being able to alert you….but 'Geto' wanted the surprise.
She prayed you'd forgive her. She thought, maybe, she could give you the other one after…when she helped you to change. At least you'd be safe.
But maybe she could try, she opened her mouth just as 'Geto' led you away, but shut her mouth from the warning glance you quickly cast back at her.
She understood and forced herself back to finishing the preparations.
With every step you ascended to the room, following 'Geto', your eyes shut for a second and fill your mind with any good memory or something…anything.
A metallic clack snapped your eyes open and ran a cold sweat across you. The bedroom door was locked, he locked it….like always. You stood rooted where he left you, ignoring the screams to run or do something.
Fight? Flight?
You could try but…it wouldn't help and you'd be dead before you knew it. You'd see Suguru, which would be good, but how could you if you didn't save Daiki, you couldn't face him.
Fight and flight were quickly discarded, any thought of it was gone. 'Geto' couldn't locate any of it in you.
The room fell into a dread silence, your heartbeat replaced the absence of sound. You concentrated on it to ensure its beats didn't grow any louder. Even though those nerves prickled across your skin, you tried not to focus on that and needed to get yourself mentally prepared.
He was coming any minute and the bed was just a few feet away and-
He coils his arms around your waist, your heart pounded in your ears, and he lowers his mouth against your ear, "Tell me about your day." His voice soft but firm.
You said nothing, the words left you. But you had to think of something. The sooner you did the sooner this would be over…likely.
But no words came, he used this and with his fingers slipped them silently under your blouse finding your stomach, and began lazily tracing circles upon your skin and around your navel. You felt goosebumps beginning to awaken on your flesh, almost drawing a body shiver from you.
You resisted.
His fingers paused for a moment, and a smile corked on the corner of his lips at your attempt, his fingers continued their exploration, one traveling up north stopping right between your breastbone, the other traveling down south, slipping through the hems of your pants and lining of your panties touching bare skin and stopping dangerously to your area and both touches continued tracing.
He watched you closely, you kept your resistance despite the embers of the natural reaction of shivering pleasures ready to spread.
These touches weren't Suguru's you reminded yourself, you constantly did. They were too rough.
"Was your day that hard?" His voice rumbled against your skin, "Hmmm?"
You manage to shake your head a little, "No."
"Really? Are you sure?"
His lower fingers slip further down, almost there. A shiver almost rises from you, you remain rigid, but a soft deep breath drags slips from you. He repeats the question.
"Are you sure?"
Shit!
He repeated it, you needed to answer. If he repeated it a third time…
You find the letters and shove them together, "Y-Yes." You force out, composedly.
His smile grew a little and chuckled deeply. His fingers down south pull out, and you release a small sigh of relief and try to focus on some random memory, his fingers find the zipper of your pants and with a swift motion, the distinct soft sound of the zipper gliding down echoed in the room.
With the same fingers he folds the hem of your pants over, seeing he needs two hands he takes his fingers from under your blouse to help, though not before using them to tear off the blouse and toss it to the floor.
You felt a slight sting of pain from your right shoulder, and a trickle of blood peeled out from the minor cut on the area.
You didn't touch it, it was one of many.
'Geto's' eyes noticed it and locked it. A disgusted shiver ran through you, which was instantly mistaken by him for desire, and with a powerful grip on your pants tears them off. You jerked a little from the force but remained unfazed.
You stood, allowing his fingers to roam freely across your nearly exposed skin, in your boots and only layer of clothing protection.
"Hmm, maroon this time," he murmurs against your neck with a growl of hunger and delight. Peering at your delicacies, he lifts an amusing brow, "No lace this time?"
You force a soft chuckle but otherwise, just revert back to any memory and stare at the nightstand by your bed. 'Geto's lip trailed along the crevices of your neck, a few times adding pressure and actually hitting the sweet spot Suguru knew to go. A pleasurable, unwarranted, moan slipped out.
He went harder, your pulse increased, his hands sped up trailing down your thighs, and coming up stopping dangerously close to it you tried resisting but it became harder. A few times your jaw clenched when he slipped his fingers beneath your delicacies and barely grazed those areas. He did it a few times and you knew what he trying to get.
You hadn't released it yet.
It was disgusting to do it and this wasn't Suguru.
You focus on other memories and the nightstand by your bed, but it becomes harder hearing his rising primal panting in and against your ear.
He hooked an arm around your waist and pressed your back against his chest, you could feel his hardening and quickening heartbeat. It was different from Suguru's. It wasn't soothing or rhythmic with yours. That wasn't the only thing you felt harden beneath his robes and hardening.
Your eyes trying to focus on the nightstand slipped behind you to 'Geto's' waist and managed to catch a bump lifting from the area. Your heart dropped knowing what was coming and you desperately turned your eyes back to the nightstand.
It was in vain.
Suddenly a force yanks you and the world, despite your natural bodily pant and falling victim to natural pleasures, spins around. You see the nightstand turn upward, then see the ceiling above and your back on something cushioned and soft.
The bed!
You were in the bed, your pulse screamed, slamming your heart against your chest. 'Geto's body pressed on yours, he moved his lips from your neck down to your breast bone and you felt the wetness of his draw circles, releasing stunted gasps from you. His hands still exploring, latch onto your wrist and hold them place by your side.
Restraining you.
You squirm trying to get out, wanting to scream, he shoots you a burning warning look. You filled with fear and stopped, his eyes stayed on you for a moment. You just lay there, desperate to squirm and remove his touch.
It clawed at you. You weren't used to it even after all this time. You try to focus on memories again, and Daiki appears smiling.
Tears rose, you couldn't cry.
You bite them back, your lips begin trembling. 'Geto' noticed your docile turn, mistaking it, left your breast bone, a hand he slid to your waist grew tight. A breath fled from you. You wished to take it back.
With his other hand, still gripping your wrist released it, then grabbed it again and forced it inside the slip of his robe.
He moved himself up, between your closed thighs he forced open trailing the hand on your waist to the area and pried them open. His breathing was shuddered, and that dark desire was on full exposure. It struck your cold.
He took joy seeing it, his eyes focused on the beads of sweat decorating your skin, giving an exotic shine.
His eyes widen hungrily, the grin stretches across his lips.
Yes, he understood why Suguru chose you. Why he enjoyed taking his time, was a stupid thing to do.
A dark chuckle growls from his throat, and your body froze. That's not what he wanted, he grabs the wrist of your hand inside his robes, leans forward and down to you, dissolving the distance, and tackles your lips possessively.
It was such force, it surprised you. He used this and you felt his tongue slip right in.
You went paralyzed and found yourself staring at yourself and 'Geto' above. His hips in a rocking thrusting motion, forcing you to do the same. His hand holding your hand inside his robe, you watch him force it down south and direct it in an up-and-down motion.
Strong grunts poured from him into your mouth. He hadn't released you. His forward rocking motion developed speed, and his clothes remained until you saw him release your mouth and whisper something in your ear.
You shutter knowing what it was.
Your free hand began tugging at his robes, to take them off. The sweat you clearly drenching the robes in patches made the task difficult. You needed both hands, you watched yourself slip your hand from the south of him, and assist with the robes.
You never had these issues with Suguru, and it was always fun.
You saw you finally got off the top and now for the lower half. You hurry, but you were too slow, and 'Geto' tears them off and throws them to the floor.
His bare muscular back faces you, your eyes look over every known identical fiber you knew. There was a particular spot on his back, right between his shoulder blades that you'd trace and the succulent moan rose him.
It wasn't there, this wasn't Suguru.
'Geto', you watch him use one and slide it up your back, your back arches in response, and you turn away. But return hearing fabric ripping twice.
Your delicacies, torn and thrown on the floor. Your boots too. You laid now completely bare under 'Geto'. His hand still behind your back, ran a finger up your spine. Your body reached and arched up. He caught your waist tightly with his free hand and your heart crawled into a corner.
Your skin on fire.
A good memory…any kind you screamed.
You needed a memory before-
Without consideration, he lurches your hips down and crashes in his thrust. You watch your body jerk in pain, if you hadn't gripped the sheets, digging your nails into the mattress, you would screamed or worse scooted back.
Pain mixed with unwanted pleasure on your face, twisting into something that knotted your stomach into something you couldn't describe only it sickening and your body went limp.
That didn't stop 'Geto' he kept going. Thrusting in you as you lay there vacantly, with automatic response and moans and shallow pants. Your hips follow his motion.
You looked dead. Collapsed on the pillows.
You were afraid to return back to the shell you were seeing.
'Geto' keep going, that darkened look eclipsing his face drove harder until he reached it and you heard an exploding guttural grunt, his hips pushing up and lifting you slightly.
He was done and removed himself from between you. A smirk of victory and joy swept over him.
Your stomach churned.
He took a moment to get his heavy panting under control as he laid down next to you. You watch yourself unresponsive for a moment when he slips an arm around you and drags you against him.
'Geto' tucked his head into the crevice of your neck.
You returned back to yourself and realized there was still daylight outside.
A few birds fly by.
Your eyes follow and all you think is….the guests were coming soon, before natural sleep took over from the output of energy.
As you drifted into a slumber, 'Geto' was already there, that happy memory you needed finally came.
And it was bitter.
You needed your headphones.