Burn to ash

Dream of me

( um... inappropriate stuff, like wedding night kind stuff, so go ahead and skip if you don't want to read) 

He didn't come back until after I'd already laid down for the night. I heard him creep in silently and without even turning on the light, he carefully made his way into the bathroom to freshen up before climbing into bed beside me. 

" Houzuki dear, I know you're awake." He mutters as he pulls me against himself. 

" And I know that you know that I'm awake." I whisper back and the dark seems to swallow our words. 

" Will you ask where I've been?" his arms grow tense and I would be lying is i said I wasn't curious. 

" not today. I trust you enough that you mean good no matter where or what you've done." I turn in his arms to face him before hugging him with my own arms around him.

he hums and he buries his nose into my hair and run a hand through the strands. 

" I see, then I'll save it for another day, maybe tomorrow, over some breakfast..." I hear him chuckle and I feel the rumble of his chest. 

" how fortunate that my lovely wife trusts me soo. " 

" how fortunate that I have such a trustworthy husband." 

we laugh quietly in the dark on the futons, covered in a thick duvet. They'd laid out two but we've ended up sharing one, neither of us minding the lack of personal space. 

" Dream of me until you wake." He starts rhythmically patting my back as if I'm a child. 

" I don't wish to sleep just yet. If I sleep, them tomorrow will come. I want to stay in this moment, in this dark with you just for a while longer. " I can't help but to mutter my secret. 

I want to memorize the shapes of his face, his scent, his warmth. I want to memorize everything about him because soon, in the coming days, the dangers will come again and we will walk separate paths in hopes of a safer future. 

I can feel his hands caressing my arms and up my neck and finally, gingerly tracing the lines of my face. I feel his fingers brush against my lips before framing my cheeks. I feel his breath fan against my own and the warmth of his mouth on mine. I realize that I am not the only one who wants to memorialize our limited time, living and loving in peace. 

His rough lips move against mine and our hands go find the scars on our bodies that have formed over the years. My fingers trace the thin lines on his chest as I would feel for the engravings on my blade. I feel the years of work and sacrifice he has lived while I was away, all the scar that his uniform hides away. 

My mind wonders, thinking of what all could have happened but a sudden gasp of air leave my lungs, fishing out of my thought and back into the moment.  His calloused hands find themselves under the thin fabric of my sleep wear, cupping the mounds of flesh that perhaps he had never seen on me before as aa child. His hands are cold compared the raging fire the burns under my skin, and his lips leave a trail of heat in all places that he kisses. 

"Sometimes, I forget that you're a woman because we grew up together but when I see you like this, you make me want to ravish you." In could say the same about him. Perhaps, his role in all of this, the lust, makes his voice sound deeper, as if to arouse me even more than he already has. His usually bright exterior is replaced with something darker, more mature, a side of him I never hoped to have seen.  He touches me in places that I never would have thought he would want to, and my eyes wander to body parts that I never thought would interest me before. 

He smirks when he catches me, eyes gleaming in mischief. 

"Houzuki." He whispers my name with so much air in his voice that I almost don't catch it. I find myself slowly untying and removing the loose clothes that confines him as he holds himself above me, watching my every move. A memory came to mind of when Tengen's three beautiful wives had taught me about men's eels and woman's caves, of what happens between two people in love. 

" If you see me as a woman, treat me as such. I am your wife after all." I finish my task and bring my hands back beside my head, peering at him through my lashes under the curtain of his hair. I'd assume, that was the last straw of any tolerance he was maintaining. 

He harshly tugged at the thick obi that modestly kept me hidden from his views and with that, everything began to fall apart. Heat rose to my cheek as now i could see that he caressed my breast in a beastly manner and I had to force myself not to stare at the eel that hung between his thighs. 

He held my gaze as he slowly crawled down my body, kissing me here and there wrapping his around under and around my thighs. 

" Definitely a woman and my wife. A shame I haven't treated your body as such yet. I'll never fail to do so again." His eyes leave mine for a moment and a wave of pleasure washes over me as I'm touch by my husband for the first time in this way. 

His hair tickles the skin of my inner thighs and his fingers dig into my outer as I can't help my wither under his touch. His eyes are sharp as they watch my reactions and he drinks them all in, possibly fascinated by how much control he suddenly find he has over my body. 

With my hands straining for something, something to hold, to grasp, I pull at the sheets and blankets above me and he forces my body to arch and stretch in way I can't help but to move.

A breath of air finally reaches my lungs as he pauses his explorations, I feel him shifting to crawl back up towards me. I can see even in this dim light that his lips glisten because of me, and as he kisses me, I can taste myself on his tongue. 

"Forgive me for neglecting you?" He finally grins a sort of childish grin and a breathless laugh leaves me. He finally begins manipulating my legs to where he can lays comfortably between them. 

He leans forward for one more kiss before gazing at me with a certain softness to his eyes. 

" Houzuki, my beautiful wife, my soul burns in a brilliant flame for you. Houzuki," He kisses me again, 
 " I love you"  I feel the tears on my face before my brain registers the fact that I'm crying. 

" I love you Kyojuro. More than I could ever love myself." And i hugs him, as close to me as our naked bodies would allow and he reaches between us to adjust himself, ready to officially unify us, in body and soul. 

It felt true, as if the world was right, as if it could not get better or worse. Like something missing was finally replaced. Everything outside of us, was a blur. I could feel the heat radiating off of our bodies, I could smell the sweat that clung to us. I could feel his hands gripping mine, our fingers entwined, locked so that nothing could tear us apart. 

Every time he spoke my name, i echoed whispering his and every so often, there would be an I love you mixed in. There were sounds that he made that I never thought he would make, and the same could be said about me. erotic mewls, moans, groans, he coaxed them from me as his body moved against mine and with every sound I made, he burned brighter, stronger, fueled by my pleasure, he moved swifter, harder, faster, until all I could do was hug him to myself, gasping for air pleading for something I know nothing about. Tears leaked from my eyes, not of pain or fear or sadness, pure uncontainable passion. 

I could feel my body stiffening and as if he could sense the end coming nearer, he kissed me with the most passion that he could muster and in a burst of energy, a burst of lust, it all came to an end. We stilled, the both of us basking in the dwindling fire that once consumed us. 

All that could be heard in the room were the two of us desperately trying to calm our raging heart beats and relax our heavy breathing. 

I shutter as he peels himself off and away from me but a steady hand pulls me against him. He sighs deeply, smiling weakly at me as I lean in for one final kiss. I watch as his eyes flutter close as he hums one last 'i love you' and I whisper the same. 

" dream of me until tomorrow comes." he mutters before falling and I can't help but smile as I also drift to sleep. 

"Always"