In Nine Days

Chapter 14 - Passion

Day Eight

Dreams had always plagued Tzuyu. They had never left her. It had always been that way, bordering on nightmares most of the time—nightmares that brought her nothing but cold sweat and anger and an empty, aching heart.

To have her family back.

They were nightmares, nothing more. Eventually, she had learned how to become unaffected, to put a wall between herself and fear and emotion, because those things had no place in her life. She was an agent—highly-skilled, with things to prove and goals to achieve. Emotions were useless, and just a hindrance.

At three o'clock that morning, with the sky still dark and moon shining almost serenely, she dreamed. But this time, not of fearsome things.

She dreamed of bewitching eyes. Light, tangled hair. Lips fused with her own, giving her something that she had never felt in a long, long time. There were feather-light fingers, touching her in the most sensitive of places, and a voice—a lovely, familiar voice that moaned out her name, and moaned it out in pleasure.

Soft, soft skin.

Tzuyu dreamed of her hands brushing that skin, gliding and shifting and claiming. Touching. She dreamed of her mouth trailing all over, kissing and tasting something delicious and dark and wonderfully, irresistibly forbidden. Hands would fist on her hair, cries for her going louder and throatier by the second. Tzuyu would taste her, all of her, and discover that it was something she'd been missing, for far too long. Something she'd been wanting.

Something she'd been needing.

She dreamed of the wonderful, wonderful taste.

She dreamed of the overwhelming scent.

Tzuyu dreamed that, as she took the woman, and filled her, and plunged into her with all the lust and desire and want and need Tzuyu could never quite hide anymore, then woman would fill her back, and make them both lose control to the point of madness.

Tzuyu dreamed and in that dream all she could see beyond all the blur was bewitching brown eyes.

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It was already eleven o'clock in the morning and for the first time in a rather long time Sana was surprised.

Since when did Tzuyu ever sleep in this late?

Usually, the girl was already up at dawn either training or meditating or whatever the heck she did with her time. It was always a fascination, because in truth Sana wasn't really an early person—she just woke early most of the time either for a mission, or for hospital duties. Or for training, if it was really really needed.

Tzuyu, in the meantime, treated the morning thing as if it was some kind of obsession.

Except today, that is.

And just when she promised that she would wake up early to do some things.

Like clean up her house, for one thing. Her real house.

The Chou compound, to be precise.

It had really been an impromptu thing, to be honest. There she was yesterday, preparing them dinner, and just whistling and chatting nonsense and slicing up vegetables in neat, precise movements. At dinner, she had smiled a lot mostly because she had been feeling very cheerful and refreshed, after such a long afternoon nap. She had tried talking to Tzuyu—and had not been deterred by her usual responses. Generally, she had just been minding her own business.

Until Tzuyu brought up that one meaningful conversation.

"Sana?"

"Yes, Tzuyu-yah?"