Dancing With a Witch

In Your Arms (Chapter 9)

Lyra waited with Torako and Ryuji when Tatsuma was wheeled in from the ambulance.

"I'm home guys!" Tatsuma waves from the stretcher.

Torako goes to his side, at first upset and crying, and then grabs his ear and yells, "You didn't tell me you were going to get yourself killed out there, you fat jackass!"

Ryuji taps Lyra on the shoulder, "We should probably give them some space."

"I like them," Lyra says once they're in the bedroom. "I can tell how much your parents love each other."

"I guess," Ryuji sits on the side of the bed.

She sits next to him, "Now I know where you get your temper from."

"Don't tell her you said that," he chuckles. He lies back on the bed, gazing up at her, "After mom showed me pictures of her and your mom together, I can see where your features come from. You look like her."

"Except she was a redhead," she muses. "I got my hair genetics from my grandmother on her side." She thinks, "I have Shiro's skin tone."

"I wouldn't know," he says. "I don't know what he looked like. Your eyes are your mom's."

"Hmm," she traces his necktie. "I inherited more of her internal genetics. When I was sick with fibroids, my mom told me that she had troubles with her reproductive organs as well; it shocked her when she found out about her pregnancy. I wasn't a year old when they found a tumour in her uterus and they had to do a full hysterectomy, because it had grown so big."

"Same with your fibroids," Ryuji recalls. He places a hand on her thigh, playing with the frayed piece of her skirt.

Lyra nods, "Yeah."

"So you're part demon," he says. "And part witch. How'd you swing that?"

"I couldn't tell you," she notes. "I can just imagine what my old principal would say. He thought I was a product of the devil just because I read The Da Vinci Code for a book report."

"Who cares what someone like him thinks?" he asks. "Those who mind don't matter."

"And those who matter don't mind," she smiles. "You don't mind?"

"Nah," he assures her. "I accept you."

Lyra doesn't notice him slip his arm around her waist, "Ah!" she laughs as he pulls her down to him. "Ryuji!" she giggles as he leans over and kisses the corner of her neck, tickling her with his beard.

"I love you," he says. "I love everything about you." He kisses her lips and touches his forehead to hers, smiling.

She bites her lower lip, moving her hands around his sides and down his back. "Show me?" she asks as she brings her leg up.

He moves down, removing her skirt and boxers as he goes; he kisses her pelvis and drags his tongue over her vulva.

Lyra moans softly as she focuses on the pleasure.

He lifts slightly, so his mouth is hovering over her nether region, letting out warm breaths on her skin. Then he sits up and to the side.

"Why'd you stop?" she asks. "Is everything okay?"

She sits up to see him with his hands covering his face and his shoulders shaking.

"Ryuji," she kisses his shoulder.

"Sorry," his voice is shaky. "I just keep thinking back to the battle, watching you fight and defend. It was truly awe inspiring." He lets out a cough, "I meant it when I said I was glad you were there. It scared the shit out of me, thinking we might all be killed."