Fuiasu sat still as the maid ran a brush through her hair, the long locks brushing the floor. It was a nightly ritual, one that she never forwent because others envied her beautiful hair and it was a vanity she appreciated, nurtured. Behind her, the bedroom screen slid open and Toga entered. "That is enough, Maichiko." The maid smiled, set the brush down and bowed her way out of the room.
Turning to watch her mate, she smiled appreciatively as he disrobed. She had always liked his body; the hard muscles, the pale skin, the seductive markings. Standing, she moved to his side and still his hands on the obi. "Let me," she murmured.
Toga watched her through hooded eyes as she started on the intricate knot. "You provoke the dragon this night," he said quietly.
She smirked up at him and let the obi fall, even as she pressed against him. "I did," she agreed. "What did he want?"
Her yukata slid down off one shoulder, exposing pale, smooth skin and elegant violet markings. It was instant arousal, calling to the beast inside him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, held her snuggly against him. "An alliance." He leaned down, pressed his lips to that soft skin, enjoying the taste of her. "Between North and West."
Fuiasu smiled as she pushed his gi off, heat building inside her at the feel of his lips, as the silk of his robes fluttered to the floor. "And did you agree?" she murmured, dragging her nails down his back as she licked at his neck and mating mark.
"Hn. Yes." He picked her up, nipping at her own mark as he moved towards the bed.
Even as he dragged her down to the futon, as her thoughts drifted off in favor of heated passions, her last thought was to wonder what happened between now, and the battle that ended them both.
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