From the Ground Up: Kacchako

Chapter 39: A Hero

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Shoto looked torn between running out of the room and staying. Momo stepped closer.
"What. Did. You. Do?"
Shoto's hand rubbed the back of his neck.
"If you knew why-"
"What did you do?! I'm not asking again!"

Momo knew she didn't really have a reason to yell at him, but she didn't know what he'd done to Yuuto. He could be hurt, or worse, considering the things Shoto was capable of.
His hand dropped back down and stuffed itself into the pocket of his pants. He winced at the action, his teeth flashing in the dark.
Momos eyes shot to his hand despite her rising impatience. Without thinking she closed the space between them and tugged his hand out of the pocket, bringing it closer to her face in the darkness. Shoto stayed quiet.
Silently, she led him into the bathroom, and sat him down on the edge of the tub, still full of steaming water.

Momo bent to pull a small box out of the cupboard beneath the sink, and Shoto couldn't help but watch the bottom of the very short towel she still had wrapped around herself.
Only ever a gentleman in public, it seems.
Going to kneel in front of him, she again pulled his injured hand towards her. Shoto groaned and shifted where he sat on the ledge of the tub, needing to look away from her.
Her eyes flicked up once while she cleaned the cuts in his hand.
"Does it hurt? I've seen you sustain far worse injuries without complaint"
Shoto cleared his throat.
"It's not...my hand, that's bothering me."
It took a few seconds for the gears in her head to click into place, but she then looked down to her chest, tightly wrapped in the towel, and on display for him given the angle she was sitting.
She only clicked her tongue.
"You've seen me in more scandalous positions before."
"Well, I've been away from you for over a week. Is it so wrong for me to feel starved?"
Momo snorted and finished cleaning the cuts, then opened a new needle from a pack and began threading small stitches through his hand. The cuts closed neatly, and she worked quickly.
Men,
She thought, and finished her work with a shining white bandage, wrapped securely around his palm and wrist. She went to stand, but he caught her wrist with his good hand half way.
"Did you not miss me?"

Momo paused for a while. Debated his question. She'd admit that a week without him had been...physically taxing. But they'd never been emotionally intimate, they hadn't done anything like that for a long while. So it was hard to say if she'd really missed him.
She perched herself on his knee, admiring the candlelight weaving through his hair. He toyed with the ends of her hair while he waited for her response.
"Did I miss this?"
She said, and slid her hand beneath his shirt, letting it glide down his stomach, fingers dancing over the lining of his pants. His eyes glazed over at the touch.
"Yes. I did. But did I miss this?"
Her hand made a quick route up, and rested over his heart. It thundered against her palm, a strong thrum.
"I'm not sure. I haven't felt this,"
Her fingers pressed into his skin, outlining the area of his heart for emphasis.
"In a long while. It hasn't touched me for a long time"

His brows twitched, and his hand covered hers, holding it to his chest.
She sighed and began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Once he'd shrugged it off, she chucked it to the side and pulled down the zip on his pants. Shoto couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips.
"What are you doing?"
She smiled back, looking deep into his eyes. Deeper than she'd let herself look for a long time. In that moment, she felt more naked than she ever had. Even in those moments after midnight, when she felt the full heat of him against her, learned every part of his skin and had seen absolutely all of him.
Heat pooled in her core at the memories. The feeling of his naked body against hers, his fingers intertwined in hers holding her down to the mattress. To earth itself.
He seemed to recognise what she was remembering, and smiled darkly. But she only tugged on the now loose band of his pants.
"If you think I'm letting you stay tonight soaking wet from the rain, you've got another thing coming."
She nodded to the steaming bath.
"Get in. And make sure you're dry when you get in bed, I don't want to be cold all night."