This is How it Feels
Started from: I Don't Wanna Wait
Continued from: In Another Life
Kunzite pushed open the door to his room and allowed it to fall closed with a heavy thud. He didn't feel the need to be concerned with silence as his mind was currently full of chaos. She had deceived him, allowed him to believe her intentions were innocent. Could it be true that those of the Moon really were spying on them as he had heard?
His thoughts jumped sporadically to the sensation of her transformation that still lingered on his skin and left his mind reeling. A dull pain pulsed at the base of his skull from the moment that they reappeared but it wasn't until she was gone that his noticed it, as well as the increasing sensation of pain. Was it simply a lingering effect of his first encounter with true magic? Or was there maybe something wrong with him caused by his own impulsive decision to follow after her? It amazed him the strength of the spell she cast over him. How his thoughts moved from one extreme to the next. A month ago he had not even the slightest interest in meeting the Venusian, and when he finally had, he faced her without even blinking an eye against her legendary beauty. Now though, with each increasing visit, and the time lapses between the subsequent ones, he found that his disinterest was growing into something more carnal.
She was only a woman, he couldn't allow himself to forget that.
As long as he kept himself focused he would be able to use her attraction to him to find out what it was she was really after. Perhaps it was cold of him to think so callously, but he knew that when he spoke to her she would tell him whatever he wanted to hear.
He pulled at the wet material of his jacket and untucked it from his pants, cringing as the cold water dripped down his legs. Long fingers worked to unclasp the hooks holding his jacket closed, and when the last one was released, he shrugged his arms free and allowed the jacket to fall to the ground in a sopping heap. The shirt that had been under the jacket was as equally saturated and the feeling of the cool room air sent goose bumps running up his arms and down his chest. He started to pull the shirt over his head when he heard a slight shuffling sound coming from further in his darkened room. Sharp eyes looked towards the open balcony door to see the troublesome princess standing before him, a cape still draped over her shoulders.
"Princess," he said, his voice cool as he peeled off the cold cotton shirt to reveal the smooth planes of his chest.
"Kunzite," she responded, her tone matching his.
He didn't miss the way that her eyes looked him over but he made no indication that he noticed. His hand slid over the buckle of his belt and paused, deciding if he should be disarming himself in her presence. Her princess-like appearance had caused him to drop his guard once already tonight, twice and he would be deserving of whatever folly he was walking into. His eyes ran down the length of her figure despite much of her being covered by the heavy traveller's cape.
"Strip," he said to her, his voice gruff as he removed his belt and sheathed sword, placing both objects onto a nearby table that was placed against the wall.
Her eyes went wide at his words. "No," she rebutted, her voice sharp.
"You came to the Earth under the false pretense of your runaway princess - who I assume is safely tucked away in her own bed rather than my prince's - and now you are here in my bedroom at this late hour of your own accord. I can only assume that you have one purpose in mind and I see no reason to delay it any further."
"I am a delegate of the moon. It would not be so unreasonable that I was here to deliver a message."
"But you're not," he responded, his voice confident. "You are a delegate of the moon, here - on earth - without the knowledge of your queen or my prince." He turned his back on her and started walking across the room towards his private bathroom. She watched him, her body as statuesque as he remembered. When he returned from the bathroom there was a towel draped over his shoulders and another in his hand that he extended to her.
Her eyes looked down on him, filled with distrust. When she refused his offer, he took a step closer and pressed the towel against her stomach, grabbing her hand and placing it over the cotton material to keep it from dropping. With his other hand he reached towards her, his fingertips brushing against the base of her neck. Her mouth appeared to open to voice some protest, but then stopped midway when she realized he was only removing the cape from her shoulders.
"Do you speak to all dignitaries like this?" Venus asked as she clenched the towel in her hands.
Kunzite chuckled and walked to his dresser where he removed a folded shirt. "Not all, just the ones that appear in my bedroom at all hours of the night." He noticed the change in her expression that he could only take as jealousy at his comment. "I could offer you something dry to wear if you'd like." She shook her head at his offer. "Are you going to stand there all night in that wet dress?"
"I should leave," she said, although she made no motion to do so.
"You say that a lot."
A pause. "Because I shouldn't be here."
"Then go." Kunzite slid his arms into a dark blue shirt, leaving the front unbuttoned. His still wet hair dampened the shoulders of the shirt. "Should I expect to see you again tonight? Or will you be silent enough to not wake me when you do decide to return?"
"You haven't asked why I'm here. You never do."
"I know why you're here, Princess." He moved closer to her. "While I do believe that your insatiable curiosity of my planet has led you on your renegade journeys, I think we both know that is an insignificant part of what you really want." He took the bunched up towel from her and opened it before wrapping it around her shoulders. Small goose bumps dotted her skin and her gown of silk was still just as wet and as fitted as when he had seen her last.
"Then satiate my curiosity," she said, leaving him amused by her bold comment when in all previous conversations she had always seemed so quick to flee at the thought of his touch.
"No."
"Why?"
"I've already warned you about seeking out my attention."
"It seems that I already have it." the blonde moved a step towards him, closing the distance between them. Her palm rested against the warm skin of his chest before falling with tantalizing slowness over his abdomen, stopping at the waistline of his pants where her finger hooked over the material.
Kunzite, to his credit, kept his features fixed and unflinching, not wanting to let her know what thoughts entered his mind as her fingers had begun making their trail down his torso. "I am no boy, Princess. Don't ask for such things that you are not ready for."
He could tell that his words both scared and excited her. His eyes watched her as she looked back at him, her eyes flickering as she glanced down at him. "You asked me to strip."
"And I expected a slap in the face for it."
"And if I did as you asked?"
"Then I would send you back to the moon and your curious princess without the clothing that you chose to leave behind. Although I can't say that I have any practical use for your dress."
"I will leave then."
"It's best that you do," Kunzite said, even though he could feel his blood rushing at the thought of the perfect body that was partially hidden beneath the draping fabric of her clothing. He knew that it would be best if she left, leaving him alone to deal with his frustration and lingering fantasies. It would have to be his own hand that brought him relief from the building tension of her visit, but in the back of his mind he knew that he would never find the same satisfaction that would come from having her soft hands stroking him. For this reason he wanted her to stay because he knew that he could have her and he craved the feel of her magical touch against his skin. When she said nothing further, nor made any motion to move, he finally spoke. "I won't be kind." Without any further words he placed his hand at the base of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her chin upwards to him, closing the distance as their lips came down crushing together.
He felt no hesitation in her response.
The lone finger that had been hooked into the waistband of his pants was joined by three more and then a fourth as they slid down the front of his breeches, wrapping around his already hardened bulge. With a haste he hadn't been expecting, he yanked one of the sleeves of her dress off her shoulder, the wet material tearing as it was pulled from her body.
Droplets of cold water dripped from long golden tendrils onto her bare breasts, sliding down porcelain skin where it rolled off one of her hardened nipples. He looked at her, hunger in his eyes for a second before his lips descended down on the rounded flesh, his tongue flicking at the hardening nubs. She arched into him, his hands sliding down to her back where he held her firmly against him as if she might escape - which for the first time it seemed she had no intention of doing. His warm lips and hot breath against her chilled skin made her feel feverish as a strangled gasp escaped from her, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin.
She shrugged her other shoulder out of the remaining sleeve, moaning as his roaming hand fell over her other breast. His fingers kneaded against the skin, her nipple caught between his thumb and palm, his lips descending on hers and silencing any further sounds. Her dress slid the down the length of her body to pool on the floor at her feet.
His large hands lifted her from the ground, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her hand sliding free of his erection to grasp the back of his neck. Their lips met in another fierce kiss as she felt her back being pressed against a surface that was unbelievably harder than the body she was being clutched to. A cold chill ran through her and she shivered into his touch - in part from the wet glass cooled by the spring night air, and in part from her arousal of what she knew was still to come.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him even closer still, desire running hot through her veins. Her hand slid down the length of his throat, tracing the contour of his shoulder bone with slender fingers. His hand reached for hers and she brushed it away, refusing to let him deter her in anyway. Her fingers grasped the waistline of his pants and deftly undid the button and zipper before he could take another breath. When, for a moment, he appeared that he would pull away from her she wrapped her hand tightly around his erection and guided him into her, impaling herself on the length.
He had said that he would not be kind and he was true to his word. There were no gentle caresses nor sweet words to be shared. Just two bodies moving together, sweat starting to bead on the surface of their skin as the glass behind them fogged from their heat.
"Why were you here?" he growled into her ear as he thrust himself into her.
"I-" she started to respond, but stopped as she felt the beginning of her orgasm starting to overwhelm her senses. He pulled himself back so that only half of his shaft remained in her, his thrusts now shallow, not allowing her to come. "Please," she begged him, trying to pull him back into her, her nails digging into his shoulders deep enough that had he not still been wearing his dark blue shirt, small half moon shaped marks would have dotted his tanned skin.
"Why, Minako?" he asked again, his forehead pressed against hers and he struggled to keep himself in control.
Her eyes opened and she stared into dark green depths laced with gray. "You."
Kunzite's hands squeezed tight around her, his eyes widening as her single answer repeated itself in his head. He pulled her against him, plunging himself deep inside of her, his mind so distracted that he did not even realize what his motion had done to her until he could feel the sudden tightening of her inner muscles encompassing him as she threw her head back and rode out her orgasm. For the first time he lost control as his mind went completely blank. He came as she finished.
For a minute they remained locked together in silence, her body held up by his, pinned against the glass of the balcony doors. Her bare chest pressed against his as she breathed deeply, her heartbeat beginning to slow from its rushed pace as she came down from her climax. She brushed golden strands from her face and Kunzite looked at her, his jaw once again locked, his expression unreadable. Whether he was angry or satisfied she couldn't be sure and so began to shift her weight so that the toes of one foot could find balance on the ground. He released his hold on her, allowing both of her feet to touch the floor so that she would be able to stand on her own. When her hands unwound from his shoulders he adjusted his pants to begin redressing himself. She made no motion to move, her body looking so ethereal in the moonlight that had he not just been touching her he wouldn't have believed her to be real.
Kunzite turned his eyes away from her long enough to see that the moon was slowly making its descent across the sky. It would be morning in a few hours. "Will you stay or go?"
Continued in: Take Me on the Floor