Hey ! I watched the anime, and just felt like giving our dearest Suguru a sweetheart. This is meant to be a one shot, but perhaps I'll expand if I get a few nice reviews. Grace is a foreigner that was working for the governement, until well, their ethics rubbed her the wrong way and she fell in love with our guardian. Enjoy !
Kami, she was such a beauty ! Wrapped around him, satiny skin sliding against his, rounded breasts crushed against his chest, hearts beating in unison. How he deserved her, deserved the present she was bestowing upon him was beyond understanding.
He that had pushed back with all his might, wounded, betrayed by her association with the agency. Refused to bow to the temptress she was, kept his sanity aloft when his heart had, already, been conquered by the nimble strokes of her brush, the tingle of her laugh, the gentleness of her gaze.
Yet, she has refused to leave and fought tooth and nail by his side. Protected him against her former employer; she was as magnificent in war as she was in love, heedless of the blows she received in his stead, steadfast and unmovable when death loomed upon their heads.
If he'd first judged her fickle, his heart and soul had been humbled by the depth of her devotion, and the strength of her will. But the scar would remain, the deep laceration of his shame upon his heart; Suguru blamed himself for his hasty judgements.
She never held it against him, crashing, again and again, against his will until he allowed her in his life. His house. His body.
Her warmth engulfed him whole, a tight sheathe of flexible muscles massaging the most intimate part of him, green eyes deeper than the forest's most luxuriant leaves boring holes into his. Her elegant fingers brushed his cheek as she purred in his lap, hips rocking against his, each stroke a pure shot of ecstasy that rolled up his spine.
Those wonderful hands carded through his hair, demanding, powerful, yet tender as they pushed away the strands that usually kept his expression hidden.
"I want to see you," she moaned in his ear, the soft skin of her cheekbone sliding over his in a caress. So feline she could have purred. And he, the serpent guardian, was left floating in this overwhelming flurry of touches, sensations overtaking his reason as he lost himself inside her.
She was everywhere, her arms winding around his taller frame, nimble limbs caressing every inch of him, teasing the collar of his half-discarded kimono at his back, softer than silk, yet so powerfully present. She suddenly cupped his chin and pulled up, his straight nose touching her little, adorable button one as she plunged her emerald eyes into his.
"I love you, Suguru."
To hear his name like a prayer was his undoing, and he understood why he'd felt the betrayal so strongly when the truth of her employer was unveiled. Yet… yet, when he'd walked away from the guardians to side with Aria-sama, Grace had not lost faith in him. He that was guilty of shunning her after learning she worked for the government, wounding her like she had, unwillingly ,wounded him.
Her courage knew no bounds; she had turned against the government for the love of him And he, what had he done to deserve such devotion ? Such a loving confession ? To deserve all the affection she was now pouring from her body to his, dancing the most tender of love dance in his lap, bringing him to completion ?
She was but a year older than he, but her courage floored him. And, had she not marched into his house like a soldier, this very night, and kissed him senseless, he would have allowed her to walk away. To return to the Occident where the government would not impair her chances at a happy life.
Such a coward!
But a coward in love. Suguru's throat was too tight for him to form words, but his strong hands grabbed her back, wound around her hips and pulled her closer, and closer until he could breathe the same air, feel her heart pounding in her chest, and kiss every tiny bit of skin he could access from his position.
Grace whimpered, head falling back in ecstasy as her rocking increased in strength and sensuality. The satin of her skin glowed in the night, alabaster against the reddish waves of her magnificent hair. The most amazing contrast, worth a thousand haikus and calligraphies.
He'd fought Kamis, and wannabe-oni, yet she was the most beautiful, transcendental sight he'd ever witnessed.
His heart threatened to explode, from both love and incredulity, and he felt his body rise, an attempt to be part of her magnificence. Her moans rose in the room, soft music that caused his chest to swell with adoration.
Grace was a being to be worshipped, and the Kami help him, he would do so until she dismissed him from his post. From guardian of the Tamayori princess, he had become a faithful servant of a goddess.
When her tight channel tensed around his manhood, Suguru couldn't contain a groan of pure longing, pleasure shooting up his spine in a flurry of fireworks.
"That's it, love," she gasped, grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth back to hers for a deep, dominant kiss. "I want to hear you."
Suguru Omi had never been a vocal person, his calm and quiet mind reflected in both his art, and love of a good cup of tea. But none knew that beneath the surface lived a passionate man; Grace's plea unleashed him entirely, and he wound himself around her with the strength of his guardian blood, spearing her to the hilt until her moans turned into cries.
Her hands gathered his hair away from his face, exposing his sweaty temples, his bewildered expression to her scrutiny. Uncovered, naked, Suguru watched her, eyes wide, tumble over the edge in the most magnificent way. He followed but a breath after, utterly floored by the strength of her love, of her trust; to offer her body without reservations, to claim her love for him so blatantly.
A goddess of the most incredible sort.
And when she sagged in his arms, hiding her flushed face in the crook of his neck, Suguru swore he would no one would ever harm her again. He gently tilted them backwards upon the tatami mats, and watched her sweaty, panting silhouette curl beside him, face hidden in his dripping chest.
His hands gently caressed her hair, incredulous that such a headstrong, magnificent woman would allow him to see her in such a state of disarray. The vulnerability of her uneven breaths, of her hair fanning over his chest was present he would never forget. His nimble fingers caressed the curve of her waist, ascending slowly along her arched spine as he, too, caught his breath.
Once more, she'd floored him fair and square. His hands ventured in the cascade of her hair, marvelling at their silky texture; the wild sea of waves parted beneath the tips of his fingers, swallowing them just like her body had just swallowed him. Already, he could feel her breath even out as she slowly slid into slumber.
He couldn't let that happen, not before he cleared the air between them.
"I ought to take responsibility," he eventually murmured, kissing her delicious shoulder. "We should marry."
Suguru was a guardian, the most responsible of them all. An old-style kind of man; he could not fathom sleeping with a woman, without any protection, without the prospect of marriage. But would she want to ?
A green eye peeked from under tousled hair – adorable ! – and narrowed at him; at once, Suguru tensed. "If your offer stems from obligation," she sniffed, "I am not interested."
Appalled at his own shortcomings, Suguru sighed; cultural shock could be difficult to navigate, and he'd never learnt to express feelings either way. Grace was a vibrant, powerful being that did not allow the world to dictate her life; no wonder she baulked at the idea of marrying for such dated reasons. In retrospect, he wondered if, perhaps, she wanted to return to the other side of the world . Or, perhaps, in Tokyo, where life was a bustling as she was.
Mayhap trapping her in a little village where traditions still pushed him to dress like a 19th-century man would stifle her. Suguru was no fool; he knew he had nothing to offer to keep her. Hence his clumsy proposal. Grace was too lively, too joyful to be chained.
As she rolled on her belly, his eyes caught the numerous streaks caused by the tatami mats upon her lovely skin; he really ought to offer his futon for the night. But would she stay ?
"Hey, Suguru."
Her hand caressed his cheek anew, and he felt his heart thaw at the tenderness contained in this simple gesture. Was it selfish to yearn for her presence ? To want, so badly, to keep her ?
"Hai," he sighed, waiting for this marvellous, incredible moment to end.
She pulled at his obi, freeing him of the last constraining garment that kept his body trapped in silks.
"If I marry you, it is because you want to," she breathed, setting her head upon his biceps, eyes gleaming with hope. His breath caught at the implication like a kid allowed to have anything in a candy store; his lips parted eagerly, but no sound came out. Grace watched him, emerald irises shining like gems in the dim lights, asking a question he dared not answer. Until she lost patience, and poked him in the ribs.
"Do you want to, Suguru ?"
A surge of immense relief washed over him, and a smile broke upon his face, wild and radiant. At once, the guardian rolled his lady in his arms, pinning her under his greater frame. Long, straight hair fell around them like a curtain granting privacy, and he felt his chest inflate with unyielding devotion for this woman who had forced him out of his shell.
"Yes."
That was the only response needed.
"Yes" – he kissed her forehead. "Yes." Another kiss. "Yes."
Suguru sagged in her arms, head falling upon her chest as she laughed in delight, fingers carding through his hair.
"Then marry me, silly man."
He muffled another 'yes' in the midst of her generous breast. There would always be time, later, to feel utterly emasculated that she had been the one to truly ask. For the moment, he would just bask in happiness until dawn came.