AN: Okay, let's continue! Thank you for the continued support! Sorry about the long wait, but I hope this chapter will pay off for it!
Note: M rated material ahead, keep that in mind when reading.
~Between Fire and Spark~
She hadn't felt such an extreme amount of anger, in such a long time.
It surprises her, almost to the point that she almost doesn't recognize the feeling, once she indeed feels it, rising within her, like suffocating tendrils.
She witnesses the acts, the same acts that had been forced upon her, once so many hundreds of years ago.
She's seen them before, many times, forced on so many others.
It'd bothered her before, but now, with this particular girl, she feels something more. The heat of crimson fury breaking her sculpted, hard clay, emotionless face, into something which bleed with feeling. In the darkness of the shed, in which she could only observe, not being able to interfere. Her face broke into a million pieces, an ugly expression emerging, from the dust and ash, of long dried clay.
She was not sad, no, she was enraged; at the man, this person who, without any remorse, forced himself on this girl, her client, only a child of 5 years old. And she was disgusted, with the male and most of all with herself; that she could do nothing, but witness.
She was so tempted, needing to do something, to save this child.
But she -
Before she could finish the thought, the movements happening above the girl's broken form, suddenly subsided. The man then quickly stood and kicked the girl, hard in the stomach several times. The child remained still and motionless, not reacting to the seemingly painful attacks.
The straw doll lay near her, just out of her grasp…
Dead, the child was dead.
The man finally left, drunkenly, not even realizing, Ai assumes, that he had committed a sexual assault and murder.
The girl's own uncle, none the less…
Ai herself is motionless for what feels like hours, then with a sudden jolt. She finds herself moving forward, crouching in front of the child's head, and gently closing her wide, panicked, and unseeing eyes. Her fingers trembling as she does so.
Then she continues to simply sit there, expression once again blank.
She feels dizzy and sick to her stomach, memories of her own violation, coming back to her in quick flashes. Then suddenly, tears are falling, fast down her face.
Then she feels his presence, come to sit beside her. His doll form abandoned. Ren doesn't say anything, worried, Ai presumes, of frightening her. Hands clenching into fists, her voice finally breaks the quiet,
"She didn't deserve to die…" Ai whimpers, voice a pained cry.
Ren doesn't respond for a moment, seeming to choose his words carefully, before speaking. "I know." Ren replies softly, deceptively calm, as he isn't sure how to comfort her. This situation was something that neither of them could control nor change.
It was a horrible thing to witness, but it wasn't an uncommon case; really it was far too regular.
Hands going up to cover her face; Ai feels as if she can't stay still anymore, she needs to move, to do something. Standing quickly, the room swaying around her, stumbling, stopping short at the exit; hand reaching up to push aside the door, Ai feels the anger suddenly, take over her once more.
It was all consuming, a kind of haze that blocked everything else out.
The pain is instant, as her fist, connects with the hard wood of the door. Only intensifying as she does it again and again. She soon ends up on the floor, taking her anger out on the hard dirt packed ground. Then she's sobbing, curled up in a ball, heaving into her bleeding hands. Ren is by her side then, arms wrapping around her, pulling her body up into his.
"Ai, it's alright…" he whispers, burying his face into her dirt coated hair. He keeps saying the words, knowing by now, that his voice will eventually bring her back to him. He knows how to handle her moods by now, isn't frightened by her emotional outbursts, as he once had been.
This time feels different though, because Ren's never seen her breakdown so hard, so intensely, over a client. Not at least, in this way. He hasn't seen her so angry, so jarred, in quite some time, and it makes him feel uneasy. It concerns him deeply, because if her emotions were so present, so able to influence and intrude, even jobs, then Ren is worried, no terrified, that she may, someday, act on her feelings, before thinking of the consequences.
That she will let her heart completely take over, allow rationality to leave her fully.
Would that be such a bad thing though? The unwelcomed thought enters his mind, causing a shock to spread throughout his body. He feels disgusted with himself, but then another thought intruded on the first, Isn't that what they'd both already been doing? In loving each other... Guilt and self-loathing; were overwhelming, in that moment, as he felt her arms clutch him closer.
It's my fault… If she were to be dammed, it would be my fault.
Before his mind could spiral further down that line of thinking, though, Ren was suddenly distracted, by her tears once more falling, soaking into his coat hem. Instead of considering his guilt ridden musings, he finds himself forgetting them almost immediately, so busy was he, with taking her needs into account.
It was a little while later, when Ai was finally calm enough, to sit up in his embrace. Her face was swollen, tear streaked, and scratched up, but she seemed, more like herself, as her gaze focused on his once more.
He is momentarily held captive, by the pain that was reflected in those orbs.
Glancing away, because as much as he wanted her to remain as she was, now quiet and seeming, for the moment, in control, Ren knows, however, that they can't remain here anymore. The others would be worried by now, about where they had gone. Hone would be frantic, if she found Ai in this state.
Ren wouldn't usually care about such things; it was her wellbeing over everything else that mattered most to him, but now, as he remembers that they are In fact, in a store room with a corpse. He thinks that leaving might be the best decision for her. This wasn't the place for recovering, from such an intense emotional meltdown.
Moving her gently, Ren gingerly stands, and before she can register what's happening, he's already scooped her up easily, into his arms.
"Let's go." He murmurs, though really, he's left her with no alternatives, with her new found positioning.
She looks ready to protest, but just as quickly she stops; and allows her body to go limp in his arms. With only enough strength suddenly, to place her head against his chest, his heart - Ai can't help, but feel safe in his embrace.
"Shouldn't," she pauses for a moment, to steady her voice, "Shouldn't she be buried?" Her gaze is fixated on the girl's body once more, seeming reluctant to leave her in such a state.
"You know we shouldn't do that." Ren replies, tone quiet, "The authorities will find her body, most likely within the next few hours." He continues, as his hand that's supporting her back, gently strokes back her heavy hair, trying to comfort.
"If we were to do that, then there's a chance that her body would never be discovered, and," he said, voice slipping into something gentle, "If that happens, then how do you think her family would feel? Her mother seemed loving and her sister as well. Is that fair to them, to never know what happened?
"They'll be heartbroken…" Ai says tone mournful.
"Your right of course, but isn't that better in some ways? He asks, "Isn't having closure, even if it is horrible and terrible, better then never knowing, if not who the culprit was, then at least being able to know what happened, better then never knowing at all? At least this way, her family can see her again, they may even be able, with DNA samples, to bring that man to justice…" He finishes lamely, knowing full well that justice, was easier said than done, the man had, after all, been the girl's own relative.
Complicated, it would soon, all be so difficult… and painful.
"Your job though," he adds, "is over now."
The rest would be up to fate.
Sighing, letting her head once more, rest against his heart; Ai moves her limp arm up, to clutch at his shoulder, allowing herself to be held that much closer.
"Let's go home." She whispers, feeling as if she were both, in that fragile moment, a small child clinging to a parent for dear life and a young bride on her wedding night, being embraced by her groom.
"Okay." Ren whispers back, his tone soothing.
They emerged from the shed moments later, both dirty and in Ai's case, hands and body bloody and bruised. The sun was hidden behind thick grey clouds, appropriate weather for what they'd just experienced.
Held protectively, Ai feels sad, empty and full, all at once.
Those feelings, and his steady heartbeat, lulled her into a kind of drowsiness, which seemed to resemble sleep; so exhausted was she, as his strong arms carried her back to the eternal realm. They were met with silence; as the others were not there, thankfully. They must have been out, maybe searching for the pair.
Placing her on her feet carefully, Ren instead opts for holding her hand, feeling worried that there would already be another message waiting for them.
He can see, just by glancing at her face, that she's not composed enough for that.
Her fingers are badly bruised, but none, after further inspection, seemed to be broken, which he's thankful for. That was the last thing she needed right now. Hands intertwined, they went in together, both needing the other, very much, in that moment.
There must have been some deity that looked down upon them with pity, since luckily the computer was blank, with no new requests. He feels her visibly relax beside him, an audible sigh of relief escaping her lips.
"It's okay…" He says, almost more for himself, then for her.
Sighing again, the sound seeming wearier than anything else, Ai allows herself to gingerly sit against one of the far walls of the house, knees tucked into her chest, head resting atop her hands. Moving to rest beside her, Ren feels the ache of guilt; fill his chest once more, as he observes just how miserable she looks.
After several quiet minutes, Ren leaning into her ear, whispers, "Would you want to come outside with me?"
Beyond those times where he felt it absolutely necessary, like in the shed, he almost always tries to give her a choice, to reassure her that she is, in fact, still the one in charge here. She gave him direct orders; she had no choice, at least when referring to clients.
But, he's never felt comfortable with doing that himself. One reason being, that there had always been that power dynamic between them, and the more pressing reason, for him at least, was because of the utterly in human way, she had been treated in the past. Her past and present, were completely controlled by rules and the powers that be, which set those rules.
Ren wants her to know that she has those choices, even if it was just in their small bubble of a relationship. He wouldn't usually ask that of her, but looking at her now, he thinks sitting still isn't a great decision, at least in terms of her getting to a state of calm.
Nodding, she slowly rises.
Making their way outside, Ai tugs at his hand gently, bringing them towards the dock. Sitting down, she cups her hands into the water, wincing slightly at the sting of pain; she carefully splashes some of the liquid on her face, on her wrists and across her neck.
It felt good… really good.
Sighing contentedly, Ai shifts her gaze up to meet Ren's, they watch each other for a moment more, neither speaking. Then quietly, she murmurs, "Thank you." Her tone is that of someone who has suffered through too many tragedies, a soul in need of tenderness.
Responding in kind, Ren replies, "You don't need to thank me," he grins then, "it's all part of my job description." He smirked; face that of a child who knows he's being wicked.
Rolling her eyes, as she raised a delicate brow, Ai replies, tone accusing, "What job description?"
"The one I assigned myself." He replies, his grin growing ever wider.
Smiling slightly, she leans into his side, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as thanks.
"Fine," she concedes, "I suppose then I won't deny you your "job."
Rising quickly, with renewed energy, she commands softly, "Come."
And so they go.
They've settled themselves in an obscured portion of field; with dried grass and red spider lilies surrounding them on all sides. It feels oddly private, even if in reality, the eternal realm was anything, but that. Even so, they both are feeling more relaxed now, with quiet minds which lull them into a sense of security.
"I'm sorry." Ren speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.
"About?" Ai asks, tone concerned, as she turns her body to face him.
Running a hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze, he replies, "About today, about everything."
Moving closer, she asks softly, "What does that mean?"
"I just… if it wasn't for me, then you wouldn't be feeling how you do now."
Confusion settling over her face, she replies, "Why do you think that?"
"Because, Ren continues, frustration evident in his voice, "It's my fault that you're feeling as you do. If we weren't involved as we are, then you wouldn't be upset, and you wouldn't be in pain."
Voice surprisingly sharp, she responds, "Yes, you're right, I wouldn't be in pain, I wouldn't be feeling anything at all. I'd still be the half dead, lifeless shell that I once was." She can't repress the sudden anger she feels, like a sharp whip lashing out, because how dumb was he, to say such things?
"Wouldn't it be better though?" He asks voice just as impassioned, "Isn't it safer that way? Aren't you afraid of what your emotions could mean for you?"
"What do you mean?" she asks, exasperated, very much beside herself with incredulity, at his idiocy.
"I mean," he continues, pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, "If something were to happen to you, if you were to be… if we are found out, then it would be my fault and I'd never be able to forgive myself."
Shifting, so that she is now sitting up, leaning on her knees, so as to meet his gaze full on, she says, tone once more gentle, "It's not your fault." she emphasizes.
"You've never been anything, but respectful and loving towards me, you didn't force me to love you…" she pauses, wanting him to really hear her, "It was my choice, to not keep you at a distance." Her tone was that of the finest velvet, soft and vulnerable. "I never wanted to shut you out."
Reaching for her, bringing her close, Ren is surprised and relieved by her bold words. The thought occurs to him, that in all the time they'd been together, they had never discussed this aspect of their relationship.
They'd been involved now, for many, many years, though to them, years were inconsequential, since neither of them aged, it really didn't matter. But in all that time and considering how much they now, knew about one another, Ren feels that it's about time they touched on this topic.
"I know… " he says, tone tender, "But if you… if you were to be sent to Hell, because of our relationship, well then, what am I supposed to think? How would you have me feel? Who do I blame in all of this? Certainly not you… No, he pauses, it would be on me."
"It wouldn't and isn't though," she tries again, "I won't lie to you and say that this, that we, are a good idea, that what we are doing isn't idiotic and beyond dangerous." She motions an elegant finger between the two of them, "You know that already, maybe more then I myself do. But you are wrong about that part; this isn't your fault or even mine. It's not even... well it's fault, not really, if you look at this from its point of view. It makes sense, I have broken a rule, the most important one at that. I feel… again. That rule, as my servant, does not apply to you, not really anyways.
Holding up her hand, she promptly stops the interruption, before Ren could even form it. "That isn't a bad thing. It is how things should be. It is our fate, mine and yours." She smiles lightly, "It is always fate, don't you see that?' she asks, "Everything is threads, spun together to create the universe, to right the world's ever tipping balance."
"But what happens," Ren can't help, but point out, "when someone disrupts that order? Isn't that dismissing random tragedy? Does that explain and compensate for all the horrible acts committed every day? Seemingly for no reason at all, other than just general human misfortune." He knows that she must understand what he means.
Ren has seen her do that very thing, a number of times, first with the Shibata's, then with Takuma, again with Mikage Yuzuki and now, most recently, with him.
She went against the predestined, preplanned path, which was laid out before her. Acting on her feelings, going against what she was told or even, what would be most beneficial for her. Was she saying then, that her reactions, her feelings, were nothing more than fate, interceding, to right that karmic web, which weaved their world.
Could fate really be the explanation, the answer for all of that?
"Do you really believe that?" he asks, voice quiet, the question filling the air around them, going unanswered for what felt like hours.
Then she says voice barely above a whisper, "What else is there?" Her voice is nothing, but a small whimper as she goes on, "What other explanation would fit? For all the senseless acts committed by people, for every cruel and wretched act, that I have seen and done myself, isn't the only fitting answer, be that of destiny?
"Maybe," Ren replies, treading carefully, "But beyond the rationality of it all, is that something that truly makes sense to you?"
A beat
"Of course not," she says, "How could it?"
Shaking her head slightly, she continues, "Good people get bullied, harassed, bought, sold, raped, abused and killed, every day, for sometimes no reason, other then, for the sake of it or from just mere coincidence." Her voice has risen up and octave and her eyes are intense.
"I understand consequences and punishments," she continues, voice more controlled, "Heaven and Hell, light and darkness, even to some extent, good and evil, though that is extremely subjective." She pauses, "I comprehend all that… it makes sense, when looked at simply." She finishes, weary all over again.
"But then," Ren asks, "How does the Hell Correspondence fit into all of that? If it were merely Heaven and Hell and some demon or being that passed fair judgment, whatever that is, over souls, well I could more easily understand that.
But Jigoku Tsushin is a judgment system, which is determined by the client themselves… Not by any all-knowing deities, it's simply human choice… But it also seems to hold, within its absolute, mere existence, a kind of fate. How is that possible?"
Instead of some long complicated reply, after a few minutes of agonized silence, Ai admits, voice a resolved whisper, "I do not know."
The first time, for both of them; in which she couldn't find the answer, which she so badly seeks.
A long silence stretched out then, between them, for minutes on end. Then in a quiet, oddly unsure voice, Ren asks, "So what of us then?"
She seemed to take in his words, one sound at a time, letting the space around them, settle with the question, allowing the air to absorb the flavor of their meaning.
"I think," she finally replied, "that it really doesn't matter." Her gaze is fixated on his, her look is soft and full of intent.
"If I get sent to Hell tomorrow, does it really matter?"
"Of course it matters!" Ren responds, voice sharp with fright.
"No." she continues, "It doesn't."
"Why would you say that?" Ren asks, the hurt in his voice now showing clear on his face, "If you die and it's my fault, if I'm left alone, without you… then…" he suddenly can't finish his sentence, his words are lost, stolen away, by the sudden ache in his throat and the unfamiliar sting at the back of his eyes.
"You'll live." Ai finishes, her tone soft, empathetic, a loving caress.
Leaning forward, gently trailing the back of her hand against his tear streaked face, brushing away the wetness, she continues, "If something happens to either of us, we both must promise to do that, if nothing else."
Unable to speak, Ren simply nods, understanding clear on his face, as he leaned into her touch. Head inclining down to hers, they find themselves kissing, another kind of communication, passing between them. There was a deep comprehension in these intimate acts, a knowledge that was more than both of them.
After several heated minutes, Ren pulls away from her mouth, just far enough to whisper, into the small space between them.
"I promise."
Then their kissing again, lust momentarily taking over once more, then Ai is the one to pull away, her hands of their own accord, going up to hold his face.
Like something that she feared would break, like he was precious to her.
"I promise too."
Not wanting to ruin the moment, but knowing that she needed to do this now, well they were alone and well she felt brave enough, she adds, "Let's live for the now… forget fate and destiny, let them all burn."
On that note…
She thinks to herself, almost laughing out loud at the thought, Ai gently, shifts her body, so that she's turned away from him.
Giving herself a moment to gather her courage.
Confusion evident on his face, he says, voice steady once more, "What –?' But before he could utter another word, he was already finding out the answer.
The zipper was relatively easy to zip down, Seifuku shirts were designed to be that way, for quick changes. And after decades upon decades of wearing almost exclusively, those kinds of uniforms, it was like second nature, for her to slip the material up and over her head, her hair a dark sheet, which slipped easily through the fabric.
With all that said, her fingers were still a bit clumsy, trembling slightly, with this particular uniform shirt and zipper. Really though, who could blame her? This being the first time, anyone had been present, to see her perform such a mundane, now unusual, ritual.
Moving her hair aside; tucking it over her shoulder and across her front, hiding her chest, even now, Ai then turns her body back, to face him once more. She's shaking now; her head cast down, eyes fixated on her hands, which are clenched in her lap, playing with the pleats in her skirt.
She's so afraid to meet his gaze -
"Hey." She hears him say, tone gentle and soft.
"Hm?" She mumbles, as way of reply.
"Look at me…"
Shaking her head, Ai knows that, at this point, she's acting childish. But she can't help it; and now that she's made the decision, now that she's gone ahead and done it, her resolve has vanished, leaving her feeling embarrassed and unsure.
"Silly…" Ren whispers, voice filled with humor and a deep affection, as he cups her chin in his palm, bringing her face up to his, forcing her to meet his gaze.
He's grinning.
And it's making her blush,
"Would you… can you... kiss me?" Ai asks, voice shaky, though; her eyes are steady on him once more.
"No need to ask…" he mutters, as he leans down, his mouth meeting hers once more, in a fierce, passionate kiss. Moments go by, a new anticipation, like an electric charge, filling the air around them.
More heated moments…
Then they find themselves, a tangle of limbs, in a heap on the dried grass, covered ground.
The sun is a beacon above them; her skin is warm to the touch.
Then a question fills his mind, potent enough, to make him pause. Pulling away from her mouth, just enough to meet her gaze, he asks, perplexed, "Why though?" At her raised brow, he adds, as way of explanation, "This…" he trails off, as he allows one of his fingers, to caress teasingly, from her shoulder, to her arm and all the way down to her fingertips.
He won't allow himself to touch her anywhere else, not daring to move the thick curtain of her hair aside, to investigate that unknown region of flesh. Not yet anyway.
She is understandably, momentarily distracted, by the touch, her body of its own accord, responding to the light caress - gooseflesh rising, a shiver running up her spine.
He waits a smirk on his lips.
"Do you mean… why now?" she asks, after a pause, to gather her thoughts.
He nods; quiet for once, in way of reply.
"Why not?" she replies, the confusion more pronounced now, as she watches his face.
"Cause," he continues, "I'm worried that well, with everything today, that maybe you haven't thought over this enough." He paused for a moment, "I don't want you to regret anything… at least in terms of our relationship."
Smiling slightly, she reaches out, placing a gentle hand against his cheek.
"When did you become the cautious one?" Ai says her smirk playful.
Smiling back, Ren responds, "Oh – well you know, living in a constant state of fear that I'm going to lose you and that I can't do a thing about it, can cause one to become much more 'aware' of his own, somewhat unfavorable qualities."
Looking up sharply, the hurt clear on her face, Ai replies, voice quiet, "Do you really feel that way, all the time?"
"Oh no, Ai, I was joking… well mostly." Ren tries to reassure her; suddenly aware of the rocky territory he's brought them to.
"Why mostly?" She questions, the hurt now moving to her eyes, in the form of tears.
"Ai…" Ren whispers; alarmed by the sudden shift of mood and tone, in their conversation. Reaching for her, bringing her close so as to embrace her, Ren tries to ignore in all of this, just how soft her skin feels, against his hands.
"I just…" he goes on, as he strokes a few stray strains of hair back from her face, "It's not like I'm unhappy with you or feel constantly miserable." He smiles a bit, trying to calm her.
"It's obviously a worry of mine… no question about that, but that doesn't mean that I'm living life, whatever that is, around that fear, it doesn't mean I regret being with you or anything like that."
Brushing at the few tears, he adds, "If having these worries and fears, means that I can be with you, well then, of course I'll happily accept them. I love you… and I could never resent you for that."
"Never say never…" she mutters, always the realist.
"Always the optimist, ey Ai?" he smirks, laughing despite himself. "Do you understand though? What I'm trying to say?" Ren persists, serious once more.
"I understand." She confirms, seeming more relaxed, as her fingers began a dance along his jawline.
Leaning into her touch, he asks, "Trust me on that?'
"You know I do." She whispers back, and then sitting up, she asks, "Do you trust me?'
"Obviously." He replies, smirking slightly.
"So," she goes on, "You need to trust, that I know what I'm doing… about this," she motions to her discarded shirt nearby, "I'm okay… I really am. Today was hard, I won't say it wasn't, but that was then, and now…" she trails off, looking away for a second, "Now I just want… would like if you… for you to" she stammered, afraid of her own words, "Touch me."
Bold words, but the effect was immediate.
In a matter of seconds, Ren's reached up, and pulled her down to meet him. And just like that, they were right back where they started. Now once more on the ground, they were a heap of legs and arms; the intention now utterly clear to both of them.
"Okay?" Ren asks, as his hand pauses, about to lift her lustrous locks off her front, now wanting more than anything, to explore what lay beneath.
"Yes…" she sighs, the vulnerability clear in her tone. It wasn't an easy thing, giving up this kind of control. 'I've wanted this…" she adds, "for a while now." She finishes, blushing.
Kissing her hard, lips running up her jaw, then to her ear, he whispers, voice low, "I could say the same for me." He grinned, pausing a moment to nibble on her ear.
It was a kind of art, intimacy, physicality, love and sex. If one were to hasty, then the other partner would be left adrift, needing more then what they'd been given. Though it could go the other way as well; too slow and they were left with similar feelings of dissatisfaction.
It was all so individualized, all depending on what the other person found pleasurable and not, it was all about learning and listening. Ren hadn't been the type to take all that into account, never having been in love with the humans he had been with previously, weather due to not caring enough to put in the effort or in not really being present in the moment. The main reason being, that since so many of the sexual encounters he's initiated, were in essence, something he was assigned to do, as a means of investigating or punishing a client.
Yeah, that kind of experience wouldn't be of use to him here.
Though he'd learned tricks, knew ways to make people feel good, had learned that many women preferred slow, leisurely touches. Sensations which were meaningful, in a sense, that respected the fact that indeed, sex was more than just a quick act.
Ren had known all that sure, but, it wasn't until now, when he was actually deeply in love with the person who he was in essence, engaging in a sexual act with. That he is able to truly see the beauty in those types of slow, calculated touches.
It's not an easy thing for her, Ren can see that In the way that she sometimes will seem to drift out of the moment, returning he guesses, to a dark shed, with smiling demons, and a mortal body, which couldn't bare the pain.
During these moments, when her eyes are unfocused and she is clearly not with him anymore, Ren stops his actions; instead he shifts, to lying beside her, taking hold of her hand and whispering words of reassurance, into her ear. Soon enough, she would come back to him, gaze once more focused and her own hand, gripping his right back.
It was after multiple times of this, that Ren finally sets a goal, a mission of sorts, for today's 'explorations'. Grinning down at her, his lips finding her ear, he tells her just what he's thinking. His words causing a sudden well of need, to open within her, a moan from her, his only response.
Ren's sure he can manage it, even if his hands are not beneath her skirt.
It's not that long after, when he's able to accomplish that goal.
They're both sitting up, both sick of the hard ground, which they'd been lying on for quite some time, a new, almost animalistic need taking over. Ai's in his lap, facing away, though her head rests back, against his shoulder. Her face is deeply flushed; her hands are clenched into fists, one resting on one of Ren's legs and the other in her own lap, balling up the fabric of her skirt, needing to grip something.
Any propriety by that point was long gone…
His hands are busy at the moment, one occupying itself with her back, running a fingertip up and down her spine, in a continues motion, that she seems to be enjoying. The other is to the front of her body, more specifically caressing one of her breasts, the feeling for her, overpowering in the pleasure the action produced.
She's abandoned the shyness that he's seen so much from her, lost her girlish hesitance, even allowing her enjoyment, when he got something really right, or when he found a spot on her body, that surprised her, with the amount of pleasure it produced, to manifest through bold whimpers and sighs.
It was beyond erotic, for both of them.
It's during all this; that Ren finally gets her to where he promised he would. He feels it the moment it happens, since she is so close, he can feel her body tense up, all at once. Pressing her face against his neck, Ai for her part, is completely down for the count, all her senses overworked and overstimulated.
He hears her sudden cry, sees her face, expression open and needy, desire a thick fog taking over her mind completely.
"Don't worry, love," Ren assures her, kissing her quick, "I'll get you through it."
And he does.
AN: So what'd you sinners think? (winks not creepily)
I wasn't planning for this chapter to be this long or this… um well comprehensive… but it just kind of happened that way. I'm happy with it though. Sorry for the wait.
So I want to address, before anything else, that there will be more scenes like the one above, in the following chapters. I was originally just gonna do one big, lemon-y scene, but after writing and re-writing, I just don't think that makes sense, for their relationship and because of the abuse, that Ai suffers (in this fic at least) I just can't see that working.
I know it seems like we're in a period of fluffiness and sexy times, well, that's cause we are, and that's where we'll be for a bit. It doesn't really pertain to the main plot, but as I mentioned back a few chapters, my main objective here, is to focus on the relationship, a huge conflict/villain isn't my #1 goal here, at least not yet.
Also, how's everyone finding Ai's character? I know she may seem more meek or emotional or whatever, but I actually think that's appropriate. She's such a strong character that I find it interesting to see her as a needier, more emotional, more dependent, kind of character.
Also yes I know I just used the C word like five times, sorry….
Music:
Peter Gabriel - My Body is a cage
Shigeru Umebayashi - Lovers (Flower Garden)
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See you all soon!
Mia ^~^
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