To end a painful evening (D5 LE Closed - Amaya's)

[Ide Amaya]

She slips her arms from the voluminous sleeves, leaving the kimono and nagajuban in a puddle around her. She is, as tradition, wearing nothing underneath. She places a hand on the back of his neck, prepared to pull him back down should he surface from this kiss. The other caresses down his neck, then his chest, his stomach. Slowly, it begins the journey back up until she reaches his shoulder and gently pushes the right side of his robes back over the muscular joint.

[Seppun Hideo]

While her hand explored the length of his body, his hands had remained on her shoulders, gently squeezing them while the kiss went on, only pausing to catch his breath briefly before they locks lips again. He moved his arms as she begins to disrobe him, letting the robes fall away until only one last item remained to be removed.

[Ide Amaya]

Flowing like water, as the silken robe had fallen away from is right shoulder, she slid that hand to the nape of his neck, freeing the other to push back the left side. She had kept both hands on the back of his neck as he had disengaged from the sleeves, twirling and tugging at his hair while he did so.

His skin was soft, her hand drifting down his side until her fingers brushed the edge of his fundoshi. She worked her way across his hip, loosening the tightly twisted fabric, one fingerwidth at a time, until she found the tucked end and slowly started to unwind it.

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo had managed to keep himself restrained; he had promised Amaya to be gentle, and he intended to let her explore and gain her own confidence. His hands on her shoulders ran down her gently, down the full length of her back and back up, stroking her gently while he leans into her a little, not breaking the kiss and making it easier for her to remove his fundoshi.

[Ide Amaya]

Almost eight feet of tightly twisted fabric does not yield quickly, but she is in no hurry. She moans sweetly beneath his touch, heat rising, and the undergarment eventually falls away. Her hands mimic his, stroking their way up his strong back. His skin is smooth, interspersed with the roughness of healing scratches, and her fingertips skate and dance to his neck and plunge into his hair.

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo leans into Amaya more, breaking the kiss and moving to her ear. He places gentle kisses on her ear as his body presses against hers, and he whispers "lay back darling."

[Ide Amaya]

Her eyes are wide and vulnerable as she gracefully shifts from the traditional seated position, feet neatly tucked under her body, to recline amongst the silks of her clothing. She rests on one elbow, watching him, shy and nervous but trusting. Despite her small size, her bird-like bone structure, her form is sculpted in a way that only spending an entire lifetime on horseback can achieve; every muscle is long, lean, and toned.

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo doesn't follow the girl down immediately. He remains for a moment above her, looking over Amaya's frame with a smile, taking in every inch of skin with his eyes and not covering up any part of himself. He then moves down, claiming Amaya's lips in a deep kiss as his hands stroke along her sides. He breaks the kiss eventually, and whispers "are you ready my love?"

[Ide Amaya]

As he had examined her she felt a blush rising in her cheeks, but her anxiety could not temper her curiosity or the longing heat that was unfurling somewhere lower than her belly. Her eyes fell across his body, a body she already remembered well from the previous night. His unsheathed steel stands proud and she gasps a little.

His body covers hers, and she is more frightened than ever, but she puts an arm around his neck, to hold on to if needed. "I am yours," she answers, "completely."

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo smiles, and kisses her once more before. His hands, originally stroking her sides, moved more inwards. He began to kiss downwards....

/ftb

[Ide Amaya]

(( Some time later... ))

Her fingertips and the very tip of her nose tingle. She sighs and stretches languidly; though she is tiny, her limbs are long, slender, well-proportioned.

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo smiles as he looks on at Amaya. He hadn't moved from her side since they had finished being intimate, enjoying the warmth that remained. He places a gentle kiss on her cheek as she moved, and stroked her stomach idly as he quietly says "That was amazing Amaya."

[Ide Amaya]

She murmurs contentedly, shivering a little as his fingers brush over a particularly sensitive spot low on her stomach. She turns her face towards him and smiles. She's blushing, the redness extends up her ears and down her throat and chest. "Are you pleased, love?"

[Seppun Hideo]

"I've never been more pleased and happy." Hideo bring his other hand up to stroke her cheek. "I hope you feel as happy and pleased as I do my beautiful Amaya." He leans in slowly, planting a kiss gently on her lips, one filled with blissful happiness at the moment they were in. He wouldn't forget any moment of this evening for as long as he lived.

[Ide Amaya]

She sighs, deep and contented, letting the kiss linger on and on. Tenderly, she caresses her lover's side. She is blissfully happy, warm from head to foot, and there is a feeling of cat-like satisfaction that still remains. Distantly she is aware of the sense that something has changed, like the sealing of a pact, but she is emotionally exhausted and a little drunk from the sake and their love-making. "I am happy, so long as you are near."