Doll (MikaYuu)

♦39♦ - Sex

My shower was lingering. Never enough time to let all of my thoughts escape. Steam ghosted around me like the thoughts in my head, and like Mika's hands around my body to distract me from them. He always drew me from whatever I was riveted in. Just with a touch. He had a way of that. I wished he was in here with me, touching me and saying sweet things to me. I know it would take time, and a plethora of mishaps and accidents to come to right conditions on intimacy - he needed recovery, even if it meant screwing around for a little bit as tests. But I knew I had this side of me that was stubborn and yearning and ached for us to do things to each other already. I couldn't deny that, but I was never going to let it take control. This was that side of me that forever intertwined deeply within my mind, vexing me like feet kicking from the back of the seat. I consciously yearned to do dirty things, I did. It was apart of me and the nature was unbeatable. I just had to wait. I had to. If it was real, anything but sex would suffice.

I stood at the side of the bed, the Paris lights gleaming like twinkling stars in the night from the window straight ahead. My hair was still wet, I only had underwear on... The room was dim, the moonlight gleaming through the warm-colored, thin curtains, supplying us just enough. Us. Underneath me was the real beauty of the city.
He watched the night scenery too, freshly bathed and laced comfortably in his silky nightgown. He could pull off anything he wanted. A suit, a tie, a corset, a gown. Soft. His legs, his hair, his face. Sweet. He perpetually emanated such an amazing scent. They took me to different worlds when I closed my eyes.
"Lay with me," he chastely invited, his eyes still captured on the night.
The last thing I recalled from last night was climbing atop of him, the longest kiss I'd ever shared in my life. It seemed like it never ended, how I always wanted our kisses to be. Eternal and passionate.
I spent my first night in Paris like that.
Part of my ache was sedated. He knew what I craved for but always had to fight.
With an arm snug around my waist like a seatbelt, he whispered things to me that told me he was in love.
"You are my stem, Yuu. It might not make sense. I resemble the attractive part of the flower. The part people fall for over the system. The stem, the roots, the leaves... Yuu, you are all of that. Please don't leave me... Just always stay with me so I know I will be okay no matter what happens."
I told him I loved him again. He couldn't return it yet without the truth.

But he'd already said it in a way.

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Day Two in Paris.

I felt impassioned when I woke, the strongest I'd ever perceived the feeling. I must've fallen harder last night. If it were possible...

I rolled over and didn't sense Mika's body or his warmth. I slowly opened my eyes in the brightness of the sun, squinting as I sat up feebly. No Mika.

I cluelessly gazed around at the large room, the high ceiling seeming like miles away. I landed on a note on my side of the nightstand. Freshly awakened, reading was not my best skill.

Good morning, my prince. Does that sound alright? I have contemplated it...

If you wake and I am not beside you, it is because I am at the doctor. Don't worry, I have planned it. Nothing serious at all. I should be back in an hour. Order yourself something to eat. There are English-speaking operators, too, so no stressing. I have no idea how to work the television, I apologize. You know how I am with technology.

--M̶i̶k̶a̶e̶l̶a̶ Mika

P.S. I have a surprise for you later... Xx

Instantly my face flooded with heat at the words and curiosity ricocheted my brain like a nonstop bullet. So many questions already.

My stomach spoke out before any questions could.