Feels Like the First Time

Chapter Fifteen - A Dream

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Arms clutched me around my waist, making it hard to breathe. I could hear crying and screaming. I tasted iron. My breath became shallower.

A bright, white light flashed in my eyes. I turned away. I didn't want to wake up.

My throat hurt. I could feel the tears starting to fall.

I felt a warm hand on my face. I opened my eyes slowly.

The light blinded me for a moment. I blinked and a face began to form above me.

My eyes blinked open to see the soft dawn light slipping around the edges of my curtains. I stared at the light for a moment, allowing myself to come back to reality after such a powerful dream. On a deep, shaky breath I turned my head to see Takashi lay behind me and a soft jolt of recognition shot through me. I shifted as gently as possible, I didn't want to wake him, so that I was lay on my side facing him.

His face was gentle in sleep but held a natural strength that demanded attention. His jaw was straight and defined but his lips were almost pouting in his relaxed state. His nose was sharp, with a slight curve that added to the softness but contrasted his high brow that naturally curved into a haughty look. A few strands of coal black hair had fallen into his face and I couldn't stop my hand that reached out to move them. I lingered, allowing my fingers to lightly explore the silky strands. I felt, rather than heard, him grumble in his sleep, making me smile slightly. My fingers continued their exploration as I let my mind wonder.

Last night's dream had really hit me. I could still feel the pressure of those arms around me even though it had been nearly twenty years ago. I could remember the face that those arms belonged to. I remembered how much he'd made me cry and the taste of blood in my mouth that stopped me from crying anymore. I remember how my mum clung to me, her small body shaking with sobs after she'd won custody of me. I remembered how my older brothers had welcomed me into their home after years of not really knowing me. I remembered how I finally felt safe, at the age of nine, when I knew that I would never have to see my father again.

My eyes flickered closed for a moment as I thanked whatever the hell was out there that I'd had people who cared enough to save me. When I opened my eyes I found myself staring into dark grey ones.

His mouth quirked up in one corner, making me smile in reply. "Good morning," I whispered.

"Good morning," he replied. His eyes continued to stare into mine as his face softened into a sleepy smile.

"What?" I asked. His smile flashed slightly before he pulled me towards him, his lips covering mine as gasped in surprise. My gasp quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure as his weight shifted over me, my legs instinctively spreading to either side of him. His lips left mine to trail down my throat with light nibbles against the sensitive skin. Warmth quickly spread through me as he pulled the straps of my nightie down to explore my breast. My breath was already shallow as his hand found its way to the pool of heat at the centre of my body, making me gasp when one long finger dove inside to find my wetness. His finger and mouth left, and I felt him lean to the side to open a draw. Before I could even blink he was waiting at my entrance and his mouth was back on mine.

I rocked my hips up to slide him into me, pulling back slightly then forward again to pull him in deeper, receiving a satisfying groan from him. His mouth locked onto mine as he took over, one hand holding my hips in place while the other held him up. As the tension began to build, I grinned against his demanding lips before rolling us over so that he was under me. I took a second to be impressed at my skills and the fact that he was still inside me. He grinned up at me with that increasingly familiar mischievous twinkle in his eyes and i suddenly fell forward as his hips bucked up underneath me. I managed to stop myself from smashing my face into his with my hands on either side of his grinning face.

"We need to work on your stance," he whispered as his hands reached down to grab my ass. I glared at him even though I couldn't help the growing smile on my face, however any coherent thoughts left me as began to thrust his hips from underneath me, his hands olding me in place. The tension quickly began to rise and I took my frustration out on his neck and shoulders with my teeth and mouth. My body tensed around him as I the tension was finally released and he quickly joined me in bliss.

We breathed heavily, my arm and leg thrown over him from where I'd fallen to the side. One of Takashi's hands gently traced the length of my arm while the other arm was wrapped around me, the hand still placed on my bum.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, not really wanting this piece to end. Takashi frowned after a short pause then left my arm to reach for his phone.

"Seven, nearly," he replied then put his phone back down, returning to trace my arm again. I could feel my eyes growing heavy and I remembered that I hadn't slept yesterday. Takashi's chest was warm under my cheek, his heartbeat so soft and rhythmic that I quickly began to fall asleep.


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An insistent ringing had my arm reaching for my phone but it wasn't in its usual place.

"It's mine," came Takashi's deep voice and I could feel it vibrating under my cheek as he shifted to grab his phone. "Go back to sleep," he whispered as moved himself from under me, gently placing my cheek on a pillow. "Hello?" I heard him say before he shut the bedroom door behind him. I turned my head away from the bright light peeking through my curtains and got comfy.

Time! A thought shouted in my mind, making my eyes shoot open as I launched for my phone, now knowing where it was. I checked the time to find that I'd gone back to sleep for more than four hours as it was now 11.40. I quickly got out of bed, rearranging my nightie which I only just realised was fully around my waist and only covering my belly button.

Leaving the bedroom, I found Takashi on my sofa with his phone to his ear and a bored look on his face. I caught his attention and did a drinking motion at him, at which he nodded and mouthed "tea" in response. I breathed a deep sigh as I set about making tea and remembered how 24 hours ago I was wishing that Takashi would be in the kitchen waiting for me to get out of the shower. Now I was wishing I knew what the hell had happened yesterday. And today, I reminded myself with a slight grin. I supressed a shiver of pleasure as my mind went over the events with Takashi.

My mind paused on one image though making me miss the kettle boiling. I could see his eyes in front of me still, feel his hair in between my fingers, the warmth from his body next to mine. I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my mouth but it quickly shook me out of my daydream, like a bucket of cold water. I poured the water into the mugs and busied myself with making the tea and finding something for breakfast. I took the tea through to Takashi, placing my mug on the coffee table next to him, just as he finished on his call. My stomach clenched as he smiled at me and I mentally flagged the feeling for further inspection at a later date.

"Everything alright?" I asked to which he nodded. "Sorry I fell asleep." I apologised, still stood awkwardly on the other side of the coffee table from him.

"So did I." He replied with a shrug and smile. "It was nice."

I could feel my heart sigh at his comment and the look he was giving me that told me he had enjoyed it just as much. I smiled at him softly before I realised again what the time was.

"Do you need to leave quickly? I can make you some toast."

"No, I don't have anything important today." He replied, his stormy eyes still holding mine.

"Okay, well, in that case, what would you like for breakfast ... or lunch, I guess?" My sarcastic comment was rewarded with a flash of a smile from him, making me chuckle in response.

"Will you spend the day with me?" He asked me after a moment.

I felt my mouth fall open as if to respond but all I could hear was my inner teenager screaming in excitement at the thought of what this meant. When I saw the smile on his face I knew I'd said yes, without even meaning to, but I hardly wanted to turn him down.