The Waning (GojoHime) - Part 2

The Naked Truth

"You're extremely red in the face," Gojo observed with an expert's professional tone.

Utahime thought she might cry. Or perhaps she might hit him. Hard. This wasn't amusing at all but, of course, he'd think it was.

"How can you... she... She heard us. Or..." Utahime hid her face behind her hands and groaned miserably, recalling the ice-cold air on her exposed skin, "... saw us?!"

"Only if she climbed a tree and used binoculars," Gojo chuckled. "But who knows with older women, they do sometimes develop strange tastes, I hear?"

"Gojo! She is your aunt!"

"So what?"

"I can't ever look her in the eyes again!"

"Why not?"

Utahime lowered her hands to glare at him. That was a mistake. Gojo, who was kneeling not far from her, was shamelessly naked and still aroused. His physique was that of a Greek god's marble statue in the soft morning light: perfect. Add to that his tousled white hair, shining angelic face and wondrous blue eyes trained on her with an unadulterated, adoring expression, and Utahime felt herself go weak in the head.

"Stop it," she began looking for her clothes to distract herself, which... "Oh no," she groaned, the ruins of her underwear, stockings, and her pretty blue dress presenting her with the next big problem. "How am I supposed to... what..."

"Oh, don't worry," Gojo crawled closer on his hands and knees. "We have plenty of clothes here. Not sure the old-lady style underwear will be to your liking though."

"Stay away from me," Utahime scrambled upright, clutching the blanket to her body like that made a difference, he had already seen and explored all parts of her several times. The odor in this room was heady, unmistakably tied to sexual escapades. A wave of heat swept through her treacherous body. It remembered pleasure and thirsted for more of it.

He sighed longingly, tilting his beautiful face a little to the side like a puppy with its eyes on a treat. "But you are so beautiful."

"Stop it," she repeated, more desperately. "I need to think."

"About what?"

"Gojo!" Utahime shouted. "Your aunt caught us doing all kinds of naughty things and I don't know how she will take this!"

"Naughty things," a pleased grin spread over his face. "So you care about what my aunts think of you?"

"Yes, of course I do!"

"Why?"

"Because...," had he no notion of shame!? "Have your aunts and grandma kicked women out of the house before? If not, I'll be the first."

"Utahime," Gojo crawled closer again. "My aunt invited you to breakfast. She likes you. What are you even fretting about? Besides, I am the Head of the Gojo Clan. This is my house."

"That doesn't change that they will see me as... as... morally loose," she said bitterly, sitting back down. "Or worse, a money grabber."

And then there was that old feud between the Iori's and the Gojo's, which certainly didn't help with trust. Oh, where was that hole she could sink into?!

"Really now?" His perfect eyebrows moved up. "It's your own issues that make you feel uncomfortable. Don't blame me or my relatives for not letting yourself enjoy things."

Ouf.

"Maybe don't think so much about how other people might see you, Utahime. The hell with it. Do what you want."