The Taisho fire

Last chance

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Taishō's room was as sober as the rest of his flat. Hard wood and uncluttered surfaces complimented a very large bed – a necessary contraption to accommodate his 6 feet 3 inches. There was only a pair of dark blue sheets on the mattress, squarely tucked in, military style. Gwen would have blushed as her own messiness in comparison, but Tōga was upon her as soon as her back touched the mattress.

Needless to say, that his imposing presence mobilised all her attention, leaving other considerations under the carpet. The soft cotton that touched her bare arms couldn't even compare with the vibrant hum of his skin. As soon as his lips claimed hers, Gwen was done for. An expert tongue begged for entrance; she allowed him to ravage her mouth with a moan, her hands reaching over his shoulders, tangling in the silvery tresses.

So silky, they fell upon his broad back, teasing her fingers that couldn't decide whether to caress his skin, or sink into the glory of his hair.

Tōga's larger body curled around her, surrounding her, overwhelming. A soft and steely embrace. He smelt of thunder and safety, of power and quietude. Tongue dancing, Gwen couldn't imagine how she'd gone so long without tasting him. Every time she took a breath, he stole it away, suckling, nipping, lapping at her like a man starved. Eventually sated, Tōga's lips teased the corner of her mouth. She whimpered in need, trying to chase him but his hand titled her head to bare her throat; his nose dove to nuzzle the exposed skin.

Suddenly, the swirling storm stilled as their bodies moulded around each other's. Gwen's hands settled across his back, laying flat upon the smooth expense of burning skin. Tōga's arms caged her, his tresses falling around them like a cocoon, and she felt him inhale a deep, long breath in the hollow of her throat. He took another whiff, then another, his whole body vibrating with need.

Her smell brought him such peace, as if he had slaved to climb a sinuous path, and finally found the cabin beside a clear pond. As a result, he craved to strip naked, and plunge in the depth of this beautiful, icy lake.

If he did that... there was no going back. Even then, he felt his body hum in tune with hers. She was calling to him, her legs around his hips, so pliant, so beautiful, so delicious. Tōga's chest rumbled in pleasure, the vibration reverberated to Gwen. The young woman's hands started to travel anew, hesitant, and she kissed his sweaty temple reverently. As if she, too, had found solace in his embrace.

That simple, innocent contact upon his skin sent a pang of desire straight to his loins. More carnal, less romantic, but no less imperious. Tōga growled; he slid a hand under Gwen's shoulder and tugged. She pivoted easily, a flicker of mirth passing in her eyes, and he was amazed at the sheer amount of trust she gave him. He wanted to prolong this moment before turning into a feral beast.

Only then, when she was sprawled on her belly, her cream t-shirt contrasting with the dark sheets, did he realise the enormity of what was about to happen.

One night stands usually happened at the lady's place; this bed had never known any other. This was a bachelor's house, the typical nudity of a man's dwellings after a divorce. But, right now, her lithe body was claiming that empty spot beside his. Tōga's eager gaze lingered upon the simple design of her stretch pants, the material flexible enough to show the curves that lay beneath.

He took pleasure in watching her as she lounged, undulating under his caresses. His large hands relished in the smoothness of her pale skin, cupping her neck, descending upon a shoulder as he pushed the t-shirt. He swept aside the waves of her tawny hair, teasing the skin of her neck with his nose. Gwen giggled; she was ticklish. Then he allowed his hands to descend along her waist, on her hips before sliding upwards under her t-shirt. Her bare skin greeted his fingers, and he almost moaned at the sensation.