Log; Complete

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When; February 25th, a continuation of this
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Takani Megumi [foxy_physician] and Akechi Mitsuhide [silk_in_ebony]
Summary; "You know all of me belongs to you, don't you?"
Log;

Megumi glanced down at her obijime, trembling fingers tracing the silken cord delicately. Her haori had already been discarded, and lay on the floor in a heap; next was her obi, to be unraveled, after which was the kimono in itself . . . She drew a shuddering breath, closing her eyes.

She was nervous, yes; terribly so.

Because . . . for all her foxiness, and her wiliness, and the way in which she teased and tormented . . . she was still very much untouched.

Of course, she had come very close to losing her maidenhead in what would have been very unpleasant circumstances—Takeda Kanryu had been good at blackmail, after all, and had robbed her of several other experiences. But Takani Megumi was an intelligent woman, and knew how to somehow evade and manipulate situations even when she was held captive.

Glancing at Mitsuhide-san, she sighed softly, thankful more than ever that she had managed to escape the fate of being Kanryu’s mistress—and now, she was with someone she loved, someone who took care of her, watched over her, understood her, and loved her in return . . .

She was nervous, yes—not because of him—never because of Mitsuhide-san—but simply because she was a maiden, and like all maidens, feared what was unknown to them.

Still . . .

She proffered him a tiny smile of promise, pressing close to kiss him softly. She was sure that everything was going to be alright, because she trusted Mitsuhide-san, and knew that he was going to take care of her, and was going to make everything wonderful.

Her fingers wound around the obijime and began to unravel it from her waist.

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Her breathing quickened as the heat began to wind into a tightening coil that she had never felt before. She clung to him, the sound of his moans making her shiver, and she was gasping hotly, sweetly, crying out his name, her pleasure, her love. She wanted something that her untouched flesh did not understand, but somehow knew that Mitsuhide-san could give, and she kissed him fervidly, running her fingers through his hair, down his back, before they went about his neck.

The kisses upon her throat burned her with delicious fire from outside, just as he melted her from within, and she was moving in earnest now, writhing, struggling to keep still but not being able to help the gentle roll of her hips, the whimpering, keening cries that spilt from her lips.

“Love you!” she gasped, tossing her head back, feeling a building crescendo that she strove to catch, to follow, to plummet into. “M-Mitsuhide-san!”

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He could feel himself sweating considerably now, long hair beginning to stick to his back as he moved, but he didn't care. The sheer pleasure he was feeling was all-consuming, and his utmost desire to give her that which she needed his only concern. With considerable passion he suckled the skin at her throat, breaking only to gasp when the need to became too much to resist.

"Ahhh... Megumi-SAN!" he cried out eventually, this time having to pull back from her throat.

It was building, building... the rub of his skin against hers, the feeling of being within her and moving inside of her... layer upon layer of pleasure, and he wasn't sure how long he would last. Trying to control his rapid breathing, he found her lips to kiss her again.

"Meg-!" he spluttured.

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Her spine was beginning to bow beneath the pleasure, and she felt like she was tumbling, rushing towards something glorious and beautiful and all-consuming. The rasping cries and gasps that fell from her lips rose in pitch now, and she was rocking against him, tossing her head back, biting her lip, offering herself, everything, everything . . .

She kissed him passionately, her hands tracing his face, his hair, moaning into his mouth before breaking off in a cry as she teetered on an edge . . . the edge before the building, sweeping crescendo of . . .

“M-Mitsuhide-san!” It was a warbled outcry, as her thighs drew close to his hips, muscles tensing, back arching, almost there—

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It was enough... her cry, her movement against him... combined with the layers of pleasure, it was inevitable that it should push him over the edge.

"Megumi-sannnnnn!"

That one, long, heated cry of her name accompanied the moment of his release, and the waves of pleasure running through his body hit cloud nine. That warm, beautiful, almost fuzzy feeling filled him completely, a form of total ecstacy filling his veins. It was a simply perfect moment. A moment anybody would wish could last eternally... but, of course, it could not.

Shaking his head as his mind came back to reality, he panted heavily, looking down at Megumi-san to check on her. The first thought that came to mind, as his thoughts cleared a little, was to check if she was okay.

"...Megumi-san? Are... you... are you... alright?" he whispered softly, take deep breaths.

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Crying out his name, Megumi whimpered as her body grew taut—everything she knew teetered on an edge, and then she was clenching around him tightly, shuddering, gasping, writhing, as all the sensations coalesced and exploded into liquid fire and heat and ecstasy. She was shuddering around him, and it felt so, so good—shivers of sensation streaking through her and beneath her closed lids in a myriad of color, before everything inundated her and swept her under. Vaguely she could hear herself—the keening moan of his name, and her shaking breaths, and she was clutching him tightly, holding on to the one solid truth that held her fast as all grew soft and dark and quiet.

When she came to, she was almost stunned in the wake of it all, and everything was hazy and golden with languid bliss.

Catching her breath, she gazed at Mitsuhide-san with fathomless, glimmering eyes. She had no idea why, but tears had formed upon her lashes, and she blinked them away.

“I’m . . . alright,” she whispered softly, feebly, week with happiness and overtaken by the glow of their loving. “That was . . . wonderful,” she sighed sweetly, her voice wavering. “Thank you . . . Mitsuhide-san . . . I love you so much . . .”

She embraced him as tightly as she could, trembling.

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Mitsuhide sighed, pleased, and embraced her just as tightly before laying her down and withdrawing. He kissed her lips before moving to the side, back against the bed once more. The warmth of the afterglow filled him head to toe, and he felt hazy and happy and full of sleepy joy.

"I love you too Megumi-san," he whispered, pulling her to him. "I'm glad..."

He certainly didn't feel bad at all anymore. The previous day's event seemed like a strange, distant dream. What reason would he have to do that, even cursed, when he knew love like this?

"Thank you... thanks..."

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She snuggled up to him, blissful, languorous warmth suffusing her. She brushed a light, lingering kiss upon his lips before settling back down into the circle of his arms, admiring him with half-lidded eyes that shone with love and joy and contentment.

She could feel her heartbeat, and his heartbeat upon her cooling skin as she cuddled up against him. It was an affirmation of the life that they had long begun to share with one another, a life that she intended to keep living, for him, and with him, with all of her—whatever it took.

“I’m . . . so happy . . .” Megumi murmured, raising a hand to stroke his cheek lightly before closing her eyes. “Love you . . . Always . . .”

A tiny, demure yawn, and she was sliding into slumber, safe and happy in his embrace.

Everything was just perfect.