Samurai Heart

Chapter 14: C a t e a r s

During the night of the party, Gintoki couldn't easily fall asleep. 

He could still clearly see (Y/Nn) in her beautiful blue dress, which highlighted the girl's beautiful and slender figure, her (H/c) hair tied back, her long legs that sometimes peeked out of her skirt seductively, reliving everything that had happened that night.

First, how she had clung to him, and how she blushed every time she introduced him as her "boyfriend." Then the desserts, which became more delicious seeing her smile like a little girl when she tried them. But the part he liked most to revive was the one where he carried her home, feeling her delicate body next to him, her long legs dangling, her back resting on his left arm and her head hidden in his chest, before moving on to the best part: the kiss they had almost given each other. When he relived that moment, he could feel the fabric gently gliding across the skin of (Y/Nn) 's waist, the slight trembling of her, her sweet yet citrus smell, like fruit, her warm breath, still smelling with chocolate and alcohol. They had been within a couple of millimeters of connecting their lips ...

But the bloody stalker who was following him everywhere had to appear. He must have guessed. The fucking girl would show up sooner or later if she saw him with another woman, and this time, she showed up at the most inopportune moment.

After (Y/Nn) kicked them out of the house, he rolled the ninja down the stairs as he walked over to his home, annoyed. On the way to the Yorozuya he had had time to think about all the possibilities of the night, and the one that scared him the most was the anger of the (H/c) haired girl towards him. She was rarely angry, but he knew that if he aroused her fury it would be difficult to calm her, and surely this would be the most likely case, since she must think that he had tried to take advantage of her while having a girlfriend.

Even so, his mind couldn't focus on possible problems, still being very excited about what had happened at night, reliving each scene with her, until he fell asleep.

That night he dreamed that there were no interruptions, and managed to join his lips to (Y/Nn)'s sweet lips, warm and soft, being able to taste the chocolate and alcohol in them. She reciprocated the kiss, unleashing a rampant battle for dominance, which he managed to win (even though he melted for her), and as he ran his hands through her, she guided him into the bedroom.

There he continued to enjoy her, lowering the zipper of the dress with one hand, while with the other he caressed the waist of the girl, who wasted no time, first removing the suit jacket and then opening the buttons of his shirt, to run his torso with small, delicate hands.

The dress slid down the body of (Y/Nn) as if it were butter, exposing her beautiful body, wearing a set of black lace that provoked him more and more, which was noted in the still covered part of his body.

He threw her to the bed, delicately, and while he devoured the girl with his eyes, he began to get rid of his clothing, leaving just his underwear, just like her. Already at this moment he felt that the heat ran all over his body, and that just looking at the (H/c) haired woman would explode him. Positioned on top of her, still devouring (Y/Nn) with his gaze, he joined his lips to her again, while he felt her hands now bring him closer to her.

They were kissing uncontrollably, and after a while, he felt her hands go slowly down his torso, with playful fingers, inserting a finger under the elastic of his boxers ...

A door slamming woke him, startling himself on the futon at the loud sound, still holding what his brain believed to be the girl with (E/c) eyes, which was his pillow. 

Meanwhile, Kagura stared at him in the sliding door frame with a face of mixed irritation and boredom, at which the samurai released the pillow immediately, glancing at the blue-eyed girl, breaking the awkward silence.