The Waning (GojoHime) - Part 2

A Song for the Living

26th December 2017

"I want sex with you, Utahime."

Who else but Gojo Satoru would be so bold? He has no respect! I should have kicked him out right away, how dare he treat me like one of his flings!? But no, instead of giving him the boot, Utahime had to have an inexplicable soft spot for the strongest idiot ...

No, she corrected herself, it's more than a soft spot.

To her chagrin, she was too aware of his tall body moving behind her, could even feel his body heat from that far away. No doubt about it, Gojo Satoru's presence made her heart beat faster. And not only that... Utahime shivered, suddenly too aware of the relative shortness of her dress and the bareness of her shoulders.

Admittedly, part of her was afraid of him. When had that started? Well, he was no longer the silly, annoying oaf she knew from school. She knew exactly what kind of powers he wielded and where - or who - the source of them was. Though she didn't believe he would ever harm her directly, that didn't mean he could not harm her in other ways. People with god-like powers were unpredictable. Everybody knew that.

The other part of her wondered why casual sex was something she thought of as reprehensible instead of simply giving him what they both wanted. Why bother about clarifying where they stood with each other? Why say no only because she knew a proper relationship with a man like him was impossible? Even a relatively chaste and inexperienced woman like her knew good sex when it happened to her. And sex with Satoru Gojo was so good it shook you to your core.

No. Utahime shivered again, repressing the thoroughly inconvenient urges. Lines were drawn. I have my dignity to consider.

After switching off all the lights except for the soft golden globe lamp in the corner, Utahime sat down on her red sofa, noticing she was a little tipsy on top of being nervous - lots of wine this evening, traitorous Nanami be thanked - and blinked up at the towering Sorcerer who stood still in the shadows, facing her with a blank expression.

"Come," she whispered.

Without a word, Gojo moved onto the couch, put his head on her lap and curled up in a fetal position, his knees drawn to his chest, his hands clenched into fists.

He barely fit. No wonder, there were few things made to fit Gojo Satoru's oversized being.

An apology on her lips for things she didn't rationally need to apologize for, Utahime lifted her hand to put on his head... but stopped herself in time, reminded of the lines she did not want to cross. She imagined his eyes being shut tightly underneath his black blindfold. Would remnants of unshed tears still cling to his long silver lashes?

"Should I sing for you?" She asked quietly.

A tremor shook his curled up form but he did not answer. She noticed that Gojo did not have his Infinity up. Utahime wasn't sure what that meant... that he trusted her? That he wanted to be touched? Or that he was so exhausted he couldn't control it? Whatever it was, she was certain that putting him to sleep was the best thing to do. For him. And for her.

She chose the Takeda no Komoriuta, a famous lullaby, putting power behind the words, willing him to grow calm, calmer, fall asleep. After a while, she no longer stopped her hand from moving to his hair and began to gently stroke it instead, marveling at its familiar silky softness underneath her fingers when it looked so wiry when it stuck up into the air like a paintbrush.

She hardly ever sang for living beings. Him she had sung to before though. In her parents' house. After kissing him. It figured. The ties of destiny. Why do I keep struggling? I tried to stay away from him, but it's not possible.