Chapter 35 - I See Your Monsters: Katie Sky

CW/TW!: This chapter contains scenes of nudity, sexual content, and PTSD flashbacks. Reader discretion is advised.

Recovery Day 2: 19:24

Naru

They finished up their ramen and tea and found chocolate mousse cake in the fridge for dessert. It was delicious, but they had to take it slow as their stomachs were still not quite adjusted to normal foods yet. After they finished and cleaned up the dishes Mai looked over at him imploringly. Feelings of shyness and embarrassment came through.

"I um…I would like to take a shower, but…I'm not comfortable…doing it alone," she said, hiding her face and looking downcast.

He smiled at her as he lifted her chin and brought her into a gentle and soft kiss. Her spirit shone bright gold and their bond gently lit. She was so beautiful in every way; he was honored she said yes to being with him. "Whatever you need," he whispered.

He held her hand as they made their way over to the master bathroom next to their room. 'Our room; I can hardly believe it,' he thought. He looked at the bed and noticed her new pajamas were laid out neatly on the edge and half of his closet now had her clothes in it. Growing up he never really cared for the idea of a relationship, marriage, or a family of his own. There was his work and nothing else. Then she came into his life, and now all of that mattered.

He turned to her and brought her in for another kiss. He kissed her as he began unbuttoning the shirt on her. He started kissing and biting her neck as more of her skin was revealed. She moaned and gasped as he lightly caressed her skin and he unbuttoned more. Finally, the last button was undone and he rolled the shirt gently off her shoulders. He raised himself to kiss her lips again as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He caressed his hands down her sides and to her hips.

"Naru," she whispered breathily. She reached down and grabbed at his shirt and brought it over his head. Once it was off, Mai latched onto his throat and started kissing and biting everywhere.

"Nngh!" He moaned. "Oh fuck, this is new for you Mai!" He moaned, through the bond.

"I'm learning just to trust my instincts more," she said, "Is this ok?"

"Yes, yes, perfectly ok. Don't-nn! Don't hold back!" He gasped.

"I never have," she whispered in his ear.

'Fuck! Oh fuck! No! There's no way I'm going to-nngh! Not this early!' He thought desperately.

"Mmm, but what did you tell me earlier?" She asked through the bond. She pressed her chest up to his and kissed him hard. She sent her own small jolts of PK through him as she reached down beneath his pants and touched him. "Chase your own pleasure, Oliver, make it yours."

There was no way he could've stopped himself. Is that what Mai felt every time he did that to her?! He gripped her head tightly as pleasure coursed through him. He moaned so loud he almost didn't recognize his own voice. As things settled down he pulled back panting. "Mai," he panted, "Were you just trying to create an excuse for me to shower with you?" He asked, smirking.

"No," she giggled, "I really am still uncomfortable showering alone. You just happened to give me an opportunity to give you pleasure. I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip away."

He groaned as he brought his hands down her neck, to her chest, down her stomach, and wrapped around and landed on her lower back. "Well then, let's get cleaned up, shall we?"

"Yes pleeeease, I'm not going to try and make love to you while I still smell like, well, like I haven't had a good shower in a couple of weeks," she pleaded.

They walked into the bathroom and she stopped in front of the mirror to look at herself. She didn't have a good mirror to see her reflection in before this, so it was quite a shock to see how she actually looked after everything. Her golden and silver scars from PK shined through on her skin. She looked closely at her sunken eyes, ragged hair, bitten nails, and scars from the knife that dug into her neck and wrists.

He could feel that she looked shocked, horrified, and self-conscious. He put his chin on her right shoulder and brought his arms around her. She leaned into him and relaxed a little more.

"I…I really don't look well, do I? I…how…I…" she stammered.

He kissed her neck and her shoulder. She moaned softly. "You just look like you need a hot shower. That's all. I'm still here standing in the presence of an angel," he consoled, tracing his fingers up from her fingers and wrists up to her shoulders. "An angel, who lost her golden feathers when she fell into Hell, to rescue a soul who had lost sight of light." He moved his hands down her back and to her shoulder blades. "And though she could not fly out on her own," He caressed her arms and interlocked their hands on her stomach and guided her hands up together and to the center of her chest. "Her spirit and her love shined bright enough to light the trail for them to walk out together."

He looked in the mirror at their reflections. Her eyes were glowing gold as his were glowing silver. She was lightly crying as she stared at herself, transfixed on the words he was saying like they were doctrine. "This is the tale of the angel Mai Taniyama and her journey to rescue her soul-mate Oliver Davis: a soul who had fallen long ago, and had forgotten what the warmth of the light felt like." He turned her around and had her face him. He still held her hands and put them between the both of them; their faces mere inches away. "And though they did not escape unscathed or unharmed, Oliver made good on his vow to make sure his angel's beautiful golden light never went out."

"Oliver," she whispered.

"My angel," he breathed.

She kissed him tenderly as her aura flared out to her side as it enveloped him. He felt safe in her aura like angel wings protecting him. After the kiss, she smiled at him and began to get completely undressed. He did the same and he turned on the shower. They both got in and closed the curtain. She moaned in pleasure at the feeling of privacy, warm water, and safety. He grabbed the shampoo and started working it gently into her hair. A lot of dirt and sweat was stuck in her hair, so he grabbed some conditioner and his comb and began working it through her hair. She sighed in gratitude and leaned into the touch.

"There's a lot of debris in your hair that needs to be cleaned out. It might pull a bit on the scalp. I'll be careful," he explained.

"Whatever you have to do. I just want that gross feeling in my hair to go away!" she sighed.

He worked everything through her hair for about ten minutes when he felt everything looked much cleaner than before. "Does that feel better Mai?" he asked.

"Much!" she said, leaning back into his chest.

He blushed hard. He kissed the side of her neck from behind and she relaxed more into him. She reached behind for his arms, grabbed his hands, and brought them around her. They stayed there for a minute just relaxing under the gentle massage of the shower.

"I love you, thank you for helping me with this," she whispered.

"You're welcome. I love you too, Mai."

She turned around in his arms and gently kissed him. This was bliss. This right here was what he was fighting for all this time. This quiet moment of a soft kiss in the shower with Mai. This gentle feeling in the air and an embrace of comfort, were there to remind him that they made it out alive and they were home. He rested his forehead against hers and smiled.

"Now, do you want to try cleaning up your body yourself and try getting used to it again? Or do you want me to do it?" he asked, "Whatever makes you most comfortable."

She looked at him pensively. "I think I should at least try to do this. I don't want to always be in fear of this. I need to take a step in recovery somehow," she answered.

He smiled at her. "You know, that's one of the reasons why I fell in love with you," he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked as she got a washcloth ready with soap.

"I can feel that you're apprehensive. You're afraid of what you might remember as you do this, yet you still try to do it because you know that it will help you get control back in your life. You stand strong against adversity, even if you're crying or shaking," he explained. He gently kissed her lips. "You are quite strong in many ways."

"Naru," she teared up. "Thank you. That means a lot."

She took a couple of deep breaths, and with a trembling hand, she began washing herself. She started with her neck and throat before moving down to her shoulders and arms. She got to her chest before she gasped and her eyes shot open. He reached out through their bond to try and get a glimpse of what she was seeing in her head. He saw the man from the test groping her and molesting her, before moving to herself in the metal room and Akio scraping his nails down her chest and stomach.

'No, not again! Please don't touch me! Please!' her thoughts rang out.

He reached out and held his hand over her hand that was holding the washcloth. He channeled his PK into her hand and felt it connect with her aura. He was in her mind looking at her. She was trembling and had her eyes closed. "Mai," he called out through their bond. "You're with me. You're not there anymore. Move with me,"

He moved his hand which was still gripping hers across her chest and stomach. She stared at him imploringly but she moved with him. He kneeled in front of her and she kneeled with him. He moved her hand across her legs and feet and up between her legs. He pulled her close to him and took the washcloth to clean her back. He set the washcloth down and helped her rinse off.

"You did it, Mai," he whispered. "You're done."

She took a shuddering breath and opened her eyes wide. She began panting and trembling as she held onto him tightly. "That…was harder than I expected," she said.

"Yes, but you did it. You got through it."

"Thanks to you…" she whispered.

She leaned up and kissed him passionately. He moaned and returned it, wrapping his arms around her waist. Things started to heat up as she pressed her body into his, and she pushed him up to the shower wall. She started caressing his chest and moving her hands all over him. He could feel his heart rate increasing and feeling himself get excited. He pulled away panting hard.

"Mai," he moaned, trying to catch his breath. "If we want…to continue this…" he groaned as she leaned forward and started kissing his jaw and neck. "We need to-" he gasped, "Get out of-! Nngh!"

She broke away from him and turned off the water. He pulled the curtain open and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and handed it to her before grabbing one for himself. He quickly dried his hair and patted himself dry as she did the same. He turned to her, grabbed her by the hand, and led her back to his bedroom. He let go and went to his bedside table, opened the second drawer, and grabbed one of the packages he left out before. He put it on himself and turned around. She was kneeling in the bed right behind him and he pulled her into a deep kiss.

"Nggh, Naru, please!" She moaned.

He laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. "Still yes, Mai?" He asked.

"Forever yes! Oliver, my protector, my fiancé!" She screamed.

He felt their bond pulse as he aligned himself and slid inside her. She cried out in pleasure as she arched off the bed. She gripped his arms tight and curled her legs around him. She was panting hard with her face red and flushed. Her half-lidded eyes were shining bright gold. Their bond pulsed in time with their heartbeats and flashed a beautiful silver and gold across the room.

They weren't able to fully express their pleasure last time; too afraid the guards would hear and come barging in during their intimacy. Now, they were home, inside the safety of their own space again, and they could be as loud and carefree as they wanted to be.

"Keep…keep going! Please!" She begged.

He wanted to try and take things slow initially, but the amount of touching she did on him earlier, the way she pleased him just by kissing his neck, and her trust in him, made things hard to last more than a few minutes. Sliding in and out of her, hearing her scream, moan, and writhe under him, and by that regard he wasn't better off, they built up to their climax quickly.

"Oliver, I'm going to-!"

"Mai!"

They both cried out as they peaked at the same time. Their spirits temporarily meld together in a quick out-of-body experience. They were both panting and gasping for air as things simmered down. For a moment neither of them wanted to move or do anything but just hold each other. But he could feel his muscles start the tremble as he couldn't support himself much longer. He reluctantly pulled himself out of her and laid down on her right side. He brought her in closer and kissed her.

"We really are home now, aren't we?" She asked him. "We survived?"

He put his hand on her cheek and smiled at her. "Yeah. We're home. We survived."

She curled up into his chest and wrapped herself around him. "You know, you are amazing. In every way," she said.

He held her tightly and kissed her head. Normally he'd bask in compliments about himself, make an egotistical comment, or a sarcastic one. But right now he settled for a simple but sincere, "Thank you, Mai."

They cleaned up, got into their sleepwear for the night, and curled up for their night's rest.