30 Romances
Title: Once broken, it's never quite the same again.
Pairings: Ken'ichi and TaKae
Rating: Probably mature. There's mention of naked naughtiness
Prompt: #3: Clandestine
He had just enough time to pull the door open before a lithe body was pressed against his and warm lips captured his own. His arms went around her instinctively and kept her against him while he literally kicked the door shut and pushed her against it. Lips parted and whispered demands were exchanged.
"Clothes off."
"Need you."
The next sounds that were heard were the sounds of zippers being pulled and the heavy thud of clothes hitting the floor. He lifted her easily and carried her to the couch, earning him a soft laugh.
"Don’t feel like taking me against the door?"
"Too much glass, if you remember. I don’t want anyone to see what we’re up to."
She chuckled again and slid her arms around his neck. "You’ve gotten stronger."
"I have a lot of free time these days." He kissed her again as he sat on the couch, helping her straddle his lap.
She didn’t miss the subtle jab but decided to ignore it in favor of kissing him again. Of all the things she did miss about him, she missed his mouth and the way he kissed her. His kiss said so many things he couldn’t normally say and tonight, his kisses said that he missed her and needed her so very much. Their kiss broke once more as his fingers slid through her hair--something that he had always cherished and she loved the way his strong hand moved through her soft hair. It reminded her of other, more carnal things about him.
"I thought you were away with Business tonight."
"Business can wait. I wanted you more."
Her words struck a cord within him---during their marriage, Business always had a higher priority than he did. He didn’t mind so long as she gave their children all her attention once they were home from school and until they went to bed for the night. Yet now, with the ink dry on their divorce papers and their children grown with families of their own, she wanted him like she had when they were young newlyweds. Despite this knowledge, he couldn’t help but long for her and since he was not destined to remain with her, he could settle for sharing her bed--or his couch, as the situation had become--if he could not share her life.
He responded to her words with another kiss, their bodies falling into the rhythm that had been established over the last few months. Slow and steady build up, their hands and mouths reconnecting as their bodies searched to join together; once joined, they moved quickly, with moans and gasps filling the air around them. It was then that she would take his hands in hers, their fingers weaving tightly together and he knew that she was close and needed just a little more. He leaned forward and nipped the spot where her neck met with her shoulder, kissing it to alleviate the red mark from her pale skin and then he would feel it. Her body would tighten and arch around him, and she freed his hands so that she could wind her arms around his shoulders and draw him close.
He slid his arms around her, face pressed against her breasts, and together they reached their climax. They remained in their tight embrace, breathing heavily and against his will, his mind began the countdown. In two minutes she would pull away from him, smile as she leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth and slide off his lap. Another minute would pass while she traveled to the first floor bathroom to clean up and while she dressed, another three minutes had come and gone.
Sure enough, two minutes after they had caught their breaths, she leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth and left his lap to clean up and redress. Six minutes later, she was at the door, putting her shoes on and then she was gone.
He remained on the couch, his head tipped far back so that he could gaze at the white ceiling and the tears could flow to the cushion beneath him. He hated that he had done this but realized that until the day he died, he would take whatever attention and affection she would give him. If it meant that their meetings would continue to be clandestine, then so it would be, no matter how much it hurt him.
Still, a part of him wished that she longed for him as much as he longed for her.
--Finis
Pairings: Ken'ichi and TaKae
Rating: Probably mature. There's mention of naked naughtiness
Prompt: #3: Clandestine
He had just enough time to pull the door open before a lithe body was pressed against his and warm lips captured his own. His arms went around her instinctively and kept her against him while he literally kicked the door shut and pushed her against it. Lips parted and whispered demands were exchanged.
"Clothes off."
"Need you."
The next sounds that were heard were the sounds of zippers being pulled and the heavy thud of clothes hitting the floor. He lifted her easily and carried her to the couch, earning him a soft laugh.
"Don’t feel like taking me against the door?"
"Too much glass, if you remember. I don’t want anyone to see what we’re up to."
She chuckled again and slid her arms around his neck. "You’ve gotten stronger."
"I have a lot of free time these days." He kissed her again as he sat on the couch, helping her straddle his lap.
She didn’t miss the subtle jab but decided to ignore it in favor of kissing him again. Of all the things she did miss about him, she missed his mouth and the way he kissed her. His kiss said so many things he couldn’t normally say and tonight, his kisses said that he missed her and needed her so very much. Their kiss broke once more as his fingers slid through her hair--something that he had always cherished and she loved the way his strong hand moved through her soft hair. It reminded her of other, more carnal things about him.
"I thought you were away with Business tonight."
"Business can wait. I wanted you more."
Her words struck a cord within him---during their marriage, Business always had a higher priority than he did. He didn’t mind so long as she gave their children all her attention once they were home from school and until they went to bed for the night. Yet now, with the ink dry on their divorce papers and their children grown with families of their own, she wanted him like she had when they were young newlyweds. Despite this knowledge, he couldn’t help but long for her and since he was not destined to remain with her, he could settle for sharing her bed--or his couch, as the situation had become--if he could not share her life.
He responded to her words with another kiss, their bodies falling into the rhythm that had been established over the last few months. Slow and steady build up, their hands and mouths reconnecting as their bodies searched to join together; once joined, they moved quickly, with moans and gasps filling the air around them. It was then that she would take his hands in hers, their fingers weaving tightly together and he knew that she was close and needed just a little more. He leaned forward and nipped the spot where her neck met with her shoulder, kissing it to alleviate the red mark from her pale skin and then he would feel it. Her body would tighten and arch around him, and she freed his hands so that she could wind her arms around his shoulders and draw him close.
He slid his arms around her, face pressed against her breasts, and together they reached their climax. They remained in their tight embrace, breathing heavily and against his will, his mind began the countdown. In two minutes she would pull away from him, smile as she leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth and slide off his lap. Another minute would pass while she traveled to the first floor bathroom to clean up and while she dressed, another three minutes had come and gone.
Sure enough, two minutes after they had caught their breaths, she leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth and left his lap to clean up and redress. Six minutes later, she was at the door, putting her shoes on and then she was gone.
He remained on the couch, his head tipped far back so that he could gaze at the white ceiling and the tears could flow to the cushion beneath him. He hated that he had done this but realized that until the day he died, he would take whatever attention and affection she would give him. If it meant that their meetings would continue to be clandestine, then so it would be, no matter how much it hurt him.
Still, a part of him wished that she longed for him as much as he longed for her.
--Finis