You find him in the rose garden. It seems as if he has been spending more and more time there. Absently staring at a beautiful flower, he sits on the soft grass. His shoulders shudder slightly. Taking a deep breath, he attempts to still himself as you approach.
"Is something bothering you?" You know the question is foolish and, of course, you know the answer. Kanae doesn't move his eyes from the rose he holds in his hand. As you sit beside him, he delicately wipes the tears from his face.
"I don't know what else I can do to save him." He speaks quietly to hide the sadness in his voice. "Master Shuu is dying and I can't do anything about it."
"Kanae-" You sigh. "-he isn't your responsibility." Brows furrowing, fresh tears fill his eyes. Gently, you take one of his hands in both of yours. Eyes meeting yours, a single tear trickles down his cheek.
"After all this family has done for me, what kind of man would I be if I couldn't repay them?" Carefully, you cup his face. Using your thumbs, you wipe the tears away.
Leaning in, your rest your forehead against his.
"Please stop blaming yourself." You whisper. "You couldn't have possibly guessed how badly he would take what happened." Kanae's eyes close as he relaxes against you. Lightly, you embrace him.
"I'm so tired." His voice wavers.
"Then let me help you." Your arms tighten around him.
"How?" Moving back, his eyes meet yours.
"In any way you need me to." Reassuringly, you smile.
Suddenly, his lips crash into yours. The kiss is rough with his eagerness. Hands on his chest, you push him away gently.
"What are you doing?" Brows furrowed, you meet his eyes. He looks hurt by your rejection.
"Distract me." Desperation perforates his voice. As he moves closer, you allow him to kiss you. Your eyes close blissfully as a hand moves into your hair. He hums happily against you.
"I need to feel like I'm worth something." A hand rests against your chest. "That's how you can help me."
Gently, he pushes you to the ground. Instinctively, you allow him to position himself between your legs. His hips grind slowly against yours. Your lips find his neck. Fingers tangling in his hair, you kiss softly. One hand ghosts down his back, resting lightly on his behind. You move your hips beneath his. His hard member pushes against his trousers. A clammy hand glides up your thigh and below your skirt. Hungry fingers tug at your underwear. Moving your hips, you allow him to remove them. Both of your hands work on freeing him of his trousers. Wrapping your fingers around his hard length, you begin to pump your hand slowly. Moaning quietly, he thrusts into your touch.
"I want to make love to you." Lips skimming your neck, he groans as your hand moves quicker. Silently granting him permission, you guide him to your entrance. You lock your legs around his hips. With a shuddering moan, he sheaths himself inside you.
"You feel so good." With a slow, deep thrust he buries himself to the hilt. Every inch of him inside you, it's hard to keep yourself quiet. Your fingernails drag over his back as his hips move slowly.
It isn't long before he finds your sensitive area. Realising you moan louder each time he touches it, he makes sure each movement pounds him right there. Back arching, you push your body against his. Heat consumes you both as your moans intertwine. With each passing second, the pleasure you feel builds to near unbearable levels. His hands fist in the grass, pulling up stray blades. On the precipice, your nails dig into the soft skin of his back. Sensing the closeness of your climax, he increases the pace of his thrusts. Hips pistoning against yours, his breathing becomes quick. Spasming around him, you let out a moan that is close to a scream. He buries his head against your neck and bites down lightly. As your wetness spills onto him, he lets out a low moan. After a few more rough thrusts, he releases into you with a whisper of your name.
As he moves away, he attempts to smooth his hair. A sweet, shy smile touches his lips. You sit slowly.
"Are you alright?" Concern covers his features. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"I'm fine. Just feeling a little-" You chuckle to yourself. "Weak."
"Oh-" He laughs. It's a beautiful sound, and one you haven't heard in a while "That's a good thing, I suppose." Embarrassed slightly, he passes you your underwear. On your knees, you lean in front of him. Sat on the grass, he looks up at you.
"I want you to keep them." Delicately, you fold them into his pocket. "To remind you."
"Remind me?" Curiosity rings in his voice.
"That I am utterly dedicated to you." Smiling, you nod. "No matter what you need, I will do it." His arms snake around your waist.
"Thank you." Affectionately, he kisses your cheek.
