There Is No Misery In Paradise

Chapter 7

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Kotoha would wake when Douma rolled on his back, bringing her with him and falling into a deeper sleep. She would blink, confused by the darkness as the candle had gone out late at that evening. She was sore and it took her a few moments to remember what had happened.

Her hand curls from where it rests on Douma's pec, rising in time with his breathing. Kotoha couldn't help but close her eyes and seek comfort in the presence of another. The wind was blowing harshly outside and under the futon, she stays warm. Though Douma's exposed skin felt colder than it should.

She thinks it was stupid of her. She shouldn't have taken Yoshito's word. She shouldn't have driven in the snow.

A hot tear comes down and lands on bare skin.

She shouldn't have become an Idol. Too many people to worry about her.

Kotoha shifts to have her face buried in Douma's hair, it smelled nice. It didn't smell like shampoo or anything she knew of, perhaps hair oil.

It calmed her down a bit.

Distracting only for a few minutes, almost falling back asleep.

Her eyes would open again, snapping up to the still-sleeping Douma. She reached up, tilting his head to her, so she could trace his face.

She shouldn't have slept with him. He was a fan and she wanted company.

How genuine can things be come spring? Would what they have fade away like snow?

Would she be able to leave so freely?

Douma shifts again, throwing his arm back over her, and in the tangle of limbs, a blush comes to her face.

Seems as though something was active and she can feel what was leaking from her.

Oh god...they hadn't been careful. What if-?

Colorful eyes open with the jump of her heart, the rush of blood making him aware that something was wrong. He yawns, his fangs showing before he looks down at his songbird who was curled up against him. A sniff came from her and the scent of tears came through.

"Kotoha-chan? What's wrong?" He couldn't have his songbird worrying after a wonderful night shared together.

Her gorgeous gem-like eyes look up at him, a natural rival compare to his otherworldly eyes.

They were watery and he brings a thumb to her eye, wiping her tears once more.

He kisses her once, brief and experimental.

Her hands find his hair and soon they share another kiss and Douma rolls on top of her. He's slow in his movements, sleep not affecting him much but still he does it for her. Soft gasps and tasting her as he moves with thrusts that seek to learn her body.

A slow rumble is filling his chest and after about thirty minutes of dragging out this love session, she comes undone for the second time when he finishes. Her heart is pounding in her chest, deep thuds that make Douma know she is alive.

Alive and in love with him.

He pulls back from their kiss, holding Kotoha for a moment, sliding to the side so he wasn't crushing her.

"Douma?" He is watching her, playing with her hair waiting for her to speak.

"Can we...." Douma is studying her closely and finds her biting her lip like she wanted to say more.

"Hm?"

She finds his eyes.

"Can we go get cleaned up?"