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Post by misui on Oct 6, 2008 19:04:20 GMT -5
Misui blushed feeling that this was going somewhere she wasn't sure of, it was an exciting and nervous feeling but she would wade through it. What ifs and maybes floated through her mind but his hand holding hers gave her a new founded sense of stability. Whatever comes next she knew he'd be there, and if he wasn't, he'd come back for her, to embrace her and kiss away all her fears and doubts.He'd leave her warm and cherished, loved and fulfilled no matter what problem she finds in her paths.
She had the bravery to do anything with him. Being alone in her home with him, she could handle that. Her feet moved her swiftly through the streets, not even a block before they came to her home, void of annoying children siblings and family members. The younger members of the family were in school and training sessions,the older ones at the restaurant. Tonight there would be a party but there were hours until that.
" This is it." She smiled sheepishly as he tugged him into the den, it wasn't their final destination mostly because of all the furs and toys laying about the floor but also because she didn't want their private moment to be interrupted. The embers of the fire pit in the center of the room flickered, nearly untended, holding the warmth of the area until the residents came home to stroke it up again. It was perfect.
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Post by ryota on Oct 7, 2008 0:56:52 GMT -5
Ryota's heart never stopped beating from that brief journey, nor did he really say much in reply to his new fiancee. It was all happening so fast, but he could at least admit it went well. Everything was running so smoothly that it made him smile. When the two Water Tribe folk arrived at the home, Ryota let out a deep, longing breath before they descended past that flap of animal hide hung in the doorway, into the warm and inviting abode that Misui claimed as her own. Clearly there were children who lived there, evidenced by toys scattered here and there, but perhaps that added to the comfortable and homey air of the place. Letting go of Misui entirely, he struggled off his parka and lay it on the floor in short order, certain she would do the same, then looked her in the eye. "It's time I show you..."
Pulling down the shoulder region of his hanfu, Ryota revealed in plain sight the black inscriptions on his skin. Promise. Just like what it said on Misui's necklace that he gave her. It was as much of a monument to their union as anything else, yet he still hoped and prayed that she took it well. Judging by everything else she did that day? He could rightly assume she'd like it.
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Post by misui on Oct 7, 2008 7:59:59 GMT -5
When he removed his parka she picked it up. Folding it and holding it against her chest, she wouldn't want to add to the clutter or alert her relatives should they come back where she was. Her parka was next to be removed and to her embarrassment she was still wearing the apron from the restaurant. The silly thing was quickly removed and folded with the other articles of clothing. Her mind was already down the narrow hallway to her room. It was in it's usual order and was for all purposes clean and tidy, perfect for some kissing and snuggling. Maybe a little heart to heart on the subject of their engagement. Perhaps she could plead him to stay, they could have the wedding now and just live together.
It distracted her a bit from Ryota as he began to undress himself. When her attention finally returned to him she gasped and hugged the cloth to mouth. Her eyes traveled from his eyes to his chest and sheepishly she moved forward so that her hands could trace the skin around it. She knew enough about tattoos to know they hurt for a while but she was still touched at the gesture. Misui's blue eyes all but melted and she leaned forward giving Ryota a gentle yet impassioned kiss. Her hand moved to one of his arms, allowing it into the curve of her hip as she kissed him more deeply and then all at once it was broken. " Come on." She smiled and lead him down the hallway privacy key in her mind.
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Post by ryota on Oct 9, 2008 1:45:45 GMT -5
Ah, yes. The point where he could easily tell what Misui would do next, barring a wild mood swing, had come at last. So he assumed...it was admittedly hard to tell if every single reaction she made was calculable, but by now it didn't matter. Things were going swimmingly, smooth sailing all the way to the horizon. The proverbial horizon in this case, however, was quite close now. In fact, their jaunt down the hallway was coming to a close soon enough. Soon enough. Soon enough. Soon enough.
Ah! They finally got there, though it wasn't a moment too late. Finding himself, or more accurately, losing himself in a dramatic upsweep of emotion and passion, he'd practically undressed Misui by the time they reached the intended room where they would be. While he had a certain subject on his mind, interspersed by plenty of kissing and stuff, he could be certain to a reasonable extent that Misui would feel the same.
That first caress down the curvaceous contour of her full hips was like heaven knocking on his door. After that was a no-brainer, especially because he was backed up by a strengthened and fortified sense of morality. It didn't feel so wrong to touch her like that now that they were to be married. They would jump the flag, so to speak, but it wasn't important.
Misui and Ryota would be husband and wife before they knew it. Whose business was it what they did behind closed doors. If gossip was to form about the two, it wouldn't be anything new. They'd been gallavanting across the city hand-in-hand for no less than a week, catching all those judgmental eyes in their frolicking wake. It was true love, they both believed; enough to make a lovesick housewife caught up in a romantic story keep turning the pages.
When they fell to the fur-draped bed, Ryota didn't feel the need to rush. He wasn't one hundred percent sure how to, well...go about things, but his father had told him enough when he came of age. Granted, that was back when the subject made his eyes widen like the moon itself, but now he was much more comfortable with all this talk of intimacy. Clearly. Whatever would go on next, he'd just wing it from there. It felt better than anything else he'd ever experienced that night. He would wake up a changed man.
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Post by misui on Oct 9, 2008 8:56:13 GMT -5
She was having such a hard time keeping the clothes out of the hall way with Ryota on her but as soon as they managed to get past the fur hanging marking their room it was all left to drop on the floor, no doubt to be retrieved later. Honestly she didn't care, she didn't want to leave the room for quite a while, never if that meant Ryota wouldn't have to go. Even longer than that if there were any spirits out there who pitied two fools in love. Her hands found themselves to be everywhere, up in his hair tossing the headband he always wore to the ground, then at his back, his big strong arms.
Her hair was down, prying set it loose from it's up kept style letting it loose in her eyes not that she had use for such a thing aside from nervous glances. Was she really doing this? There were no regrets, for once even that nagging voice in the back of her mind pleaded her to be selfish and take this for herself. Some memories to look back on during the long separation would be just what she'd need.
Misui's lips hungrily took Ryota's as he worked to undress her, thankfully she had many more layers than he did but when they were finally on the bed it all fell together. Her modesty made it a little difficult to lay still without fidgeting but Ryota was nothing if not encouraging. They took it slow, enjoying one another, every sound from the other was encouragement to continue and they did continue for some time.
Once finished Misui found herself, warm, very sore but content in it. All of the gossip she'd hear had helped, before drifting off she'd sleepily waterbended most of the mess up. She was tucked up to Ryota's side instead of being underneath him now but not too far into sleep did she find herself laying half on top of the man with her legs intertwined with his. The talk most parents give their children did't sound anything like the real thing.
She didn't know what time it was, she feared what she looked like, her hair felt matted and messy but luckily the mirror was tucked away in the opening to her room where she couldn't see it. Her cheeks felt like they were perminatly a blushed rose, now they were pressed to Ryota's chest, a hand lazily next to her across his skin and the blankets over her. She debated falling back to sleep, that or steal a glance at her beloved, moving seemed like too much effort, she didn't want to wake him up should he be asleep.
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Post by ryota on Oct 10, 2008 0:59:13 GMT -5
Snorting a bit, tightening his already-closed eyelids, Ryota moved his head from side to side slowly. He was slowly waking from his brief nap, which was perhaps caused by an unexpected bout of exhaustion. If his mind was alerting him of the party that was to be thrown by the Sahkyo family that evening, it would explain why he didn't sleep longer. Alas, he was happy. Nothing else needed to be explained, other than the contented smile upon his face when first he opened his eyes. There he saw Misui, who was perhaps another reason why he woke so soon after drifting off. He rolled to his side, settling his eyes on her as she lay remarkably close to him. His soft bluish eyes still seemed drowsy, heavy with thoughts of sleep.
"Hey," he moaned groggily, repositioning his head on his pillow for added comfort. The bed felt so warm against the cold air of the north, even if they were still indoors. Under that blanket of warmth, he could feel his legs touching her own. He moved his arm, already under Misui's body, around her waist. His lips sweetly touched her nose in a kiss. "What'chu up to?" he said as he drew her nearer.
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Post by misui on Oct 10, 2008 12:46:14 GMT -5
Her muscled tightened experimentally they were sore but she'd live, her abdomen suffered a numb fluttery feeling but it was nothing compared to what it was in the beginning. The agony the first movements caused had dissipated after a few thrusts. Her cheeks which seemed stained red already managed to find a bit more color remembering the specific details but she smothered her head against Ryota's chest hoping would be their little secret. By then it seemed Ryota was awake and as he turned on his side she shimmied to move parallel to him. "Hey." She replied her eyes bright with a touch of haze that was seemingly secured to them. She didn't let her mild embarrassment bother her. Her lips pulled into a smile and she flushed herself against his chest snuggling for warmth comfort and the wonderful friction that was made when their bodies were so close to one another.
His question seemed so odd to her, she was here, cuddling with him where else would she be? Making stew? The kiss was appreciated though. Her lips stole one from his, very quick and sweet, allowing her to pull back shortly after. her head rested on one of the feather stuffed pillows on her bed. " Thinking about you." She smiled a little brighter like a child who had a secret they wouldn't share without some prodding or a treat. Time it's self seemed to stop in reverence of their union but she wondered when and how it would start again.
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Post by ryota on Oct 19, 2008 12:59:01 GMT -5
Ever slightly, Ryota smiled and chuckled when Misui drew her lips to his own, returning that affectionate kiss he bestowed to her so soon before. He was still fighting the urge to fall asleep again, but multiple reasons kept his eyes glued open. To feel her body against his was so blissful and tingly...
"You never left my mind," he replied, his hand locating somewhere behind himself and Misui, fingers running through a loose strand of her gently waved hair. It was true, though; even when he had fallen asleep, or perhaps passed out from exhaustion, Misui was the only thing in his dreams. No matter how vague, sensual, and mysterious each cloudy image that crossed his mind, he always felt solace knowing Misui was close by in his thoughts. It was wonderful.
Repositioning himself and hoisting upward, seated on the bed while blankets draped into his lap, Ryota looked around the room lazily. It was the same as how they'd left it, sure, but the exact details of the room wasn't the foremost thought on his mind. Maybe he ought to oblige his betrothed once again in carnal pleasures, though it did return to his mind how her family mentioned something that was to happen that evening. A party, was it? It should be mentioned, at the very least. Running his hand over his head, he turned his head back to face Misui. "Do you think they're waiting for us?"
She'd know what he meant...
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Post by misui on Oct 19, 2008 13:36:44 GMT -5
The girl was very pleased with her fiancee at the moment. She cuddled to his side willingly and closed her eyes for a moment allowing her to feel all the places that they connected it was warm and comforting to know that she was so near someone her heart and body responded so feverishly to. Whenever he was around she only thought of him, when he wasn't he was still there dancing in the corner of her mind. His hand was on her face stroking her hair and she looked at him dreamily a tired smile on her lips.
She didn't feel anything needed to be said, she'd stay in this bed with him for eternity, even if they could only hold one another close and embrace it would be a lifetime in heaven. But he began to move and she whimpered softly, why did he feel the need to get up? Misui seemed unwilling to leave the warmth of the covers even for a moment, weakly she tried to pull him back down with her but her hand just slipped over his chest as he moved. There was little option for her so she sat up and leaned against him. Misui nodded a bit to him while looking down at the blankets.
" I suppose they might be...." She crawled out of the bed and grabbed her yukata tugging it around her body loosely, from there she went to the window, moving aside the heavy fur flap to look outside, it wasn't black yet but getting there. If they didn't get themselves dressed they would be missed, and if that happened someone might come looking for them. The wind gave her a small shiver and she let the hide fall back into place, it was time for her begin collecting her clothes and get ready to go celebrate with her parents.
" I'd rather stay here" She bitterly admitted
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Post by ryota on Oct 20, 2008 13:53:03 GMT -5
Ryota wasn't sure he should have said anything, but only after Misui exited the bed, got semi-dressed, and wandered over to the window. If he'd kept quiet, she'd probably still be beside him in bed, savoring the moment like none other, holding each other till the sun faded from the sky. But now, as he noticed, he seemed to have brought worry and concern to Misui's features.
He wasn't about to leave the entirety of warmth and comfort the fuzzy sheets provided, considering the absence of coverage his clothing (or lack thereof) provided. Slumping forward a bit, lips pouted a bit, Ryota's eyes drifted toward the bed. What could they do in this situation? If they stayed in bed, people would come looking for them and expose their little tryst. What would the family think after that? Ryota decided that this whole maelstrom of caring and not caring what people think in such rapid succession was thoroughly exhausting in every way. He fell back on his pillow slowly.
"So would I...but you know they'd try to find us if we stayed longer. That party probably isn't going to wait for long without its honored guests."
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Post by misui on Oct 20, 2008 15:49:30 GMT -5
Ruefully Misui collected her clothing as well of Ryota's setting it on the bed. She removed her robe and began wrapping her chest back up, she tried not to feel too self conscious about herself but she was. Her back was mostly to Ryota anyway. After what they just did she felt silly trying to be modest. Slowly she dressed herself thinking about what happened and what it might mean.
Could you get pregnant on your first try? Would it be a bad thing? No, she didn't like the thought of that, if she were to have his child she'd want him to be there for the experience so she silently prayed there be no recourses for their actions. She pursed her lips thinking about her family coming to find her like this, they had jumped the gun but she didn't regret that, the lip they'd give her in the coming months, that was what she'd regret. Glancing over her shoulder at Ryota she noticed his face then his chest, the tatoo plain as day. It brought a small smile to her face to see it. She'd marked him, he'd marked her, it was something perminant, concrete, unspoken.
" When you come back...." She ran her fingers through her hair. " ...we can do a lot more of that, start that family you talked about before..." She tried to sound indifferent but it failed, it was like a fond memory only that it was to come. the unwritten pages of their lives.
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Post by ryota on Oct 20, 2008 22:52:12 GMT -5
When he came back. Out of everything she said, every move she took, it was the only thing that stood out in his mind. Such talk about the future didn't settle well in his stomach, for the most part. It was a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel, but it was still such an obstacle in his mind. He would have to leave for a variety of reasons, chiefly his devotion to the war itself. When he came back...
But at talk of a family, as though the matter was already resolved by a definite, concrete plan of the future, Ryota chuckled. Putting his hands behind his head and smiling, satisfied with the idea, he gazed up at the ceiling. His thick arms were just now succumbing to cold, but he wouldn't retreat them below the blanket just yet. Out of reach from his eyes, however, lay his clothes, serving as a reminder that he could get dressed any time he pleased. He wasn't quite ready yet.
"How many? Two? Three? Four? ...Just one? Or will we make the decision together?"
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Post by misui on Oct 20, 2008 23:04:53 GMT -5
She finally tied the last sash about her waist settling her clothing back on her form, without checking the mirror she looked down at herself finding her clothes to be in proper order, her hair was another matter, It was still about her shoulders and it needed to be set up in it's usual style, her father may over look that detail but her sister would not. It was common knowledge that she was one of the biggest gossips in the city, though the archivists wife was a close second, though she was the most long winded woman Misui ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Once she was dressed she moved up against Ryota who'd have yet to begin work on his own clothing, she didn't mind all too much as was apparent when she rested her head on his shoulder being careful to leave the tender skin around his tattoo be. Her hand found his and she laced her fingers with the mans and she closed her eyes. Honestly one child or ten, she'd be happy. Even no children seemed fine at this point.
" How ever many, it doesn't matter to me, it's something that the spirits will handle in their own time."
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Post by ryota on Oct 22, 2008 13:47:27 GMT -5
Whilst unintentionally stalling further, Ryota rolled slightly over to his side in the bed, sliding under the blankets more and cupping his hands below his underarms, right over his chest. Affected flesh of his soft pectoral still stung, but it only now occured to him how he had basically ignored it in favor of everything better that happened. Even what it earned him, yes...that brought a smile to his lips. In fact, most wounds in recent times earned him something worthwhile, particularly the nasty bump on his head (which was still present) that brought him to the very healer hut where Misui and he met. Half-jokingly, he wondered if he'd have to break his leg in order for his first child to be born, considering the trend. It was fortunate Misui remembered to honor what pain he may have felt when she sauntered over again. When Misui eventually neared him, lay down, and take hold of one of his hands, he closed his eyes gently. "I guess so. It's up to destiny..."
Still grasping her hand and, in the meantime, feeling sleep descend upon him again, he jolted his eyes open and shook his head. He knew this was no time for sweet, sweet slumber - there were things to be done. As sentimental and comfortable as that lovely bed was, he had to leave eventually. So, sitting up again, Ryota pulled the blankets down past his knees with his free hand, loosed his grip from Misui's palm, and tried to sustain the cold temperatures around more, well, tender regions. Even indoors, there was that unpleasant chill. Beginning to slide on his clothes quickly, it wasn't long before he slowed to a relaxed pace. Again he alluded to Misui's family going on a search for them, if their absence were prolonged. "I don't really care if they find out about this...it's our business."
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Post by misui on Oct 22, 2008 20:28:45 GMT -5
The more she thought about it the more she thought that a large family would be nice, she grew up with two siblings and there were always so many children around her. Why wouldn't se be a good mother? She'd been raising little ones since she was one herself. It was natural for her to be motherly. Just on the same line she would protect them feircely, she was a Sahkyo woman after all. Outspoken proud and strong, no one would dare chance her wrath unless they were stupid. It brought a bit of a smile to her face thinking of her as the matriarch of a family, of course it would be put on hold until after the wedding. That would hopefully be done upon his return. It was a curious thing though, would his family want to be there? They would still be down south wouldn't they?
Misui got herself up and grabbed a brush and some bindings from her dresser moving to the mirror. There she raked the brush through her hair taming the wild locks and pushing them back into place, her hair easily kept up into a neat bun, loopies clipped back into it and the grown out bangs on either side of her face pleated in neat clumps. Finally settled with her hair she looked over at Ryota curiously. Would it be alright to ask him about his own parents or would it be a moot point with a party to head to shortly. She wouldn't want the guest of honor to be upset.
Once married would they live in the North or the South? Everything she knew was in the north but it would be unfair to rob him of his family and his life. Having a roaming family would provide all sorts of problems so she'd start out simple. " Do you think your parents would like me?"
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