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Week 4: The Other Side of Love
Theme 4-G: Lust
The Morning After
Words: 515
Rated: R
What a difference four years can make.
Mamoru gazed down at the sleeping woman beside him, her head pillowed on his broad shoulder. Raising his hand, he caressed the silken cheek of her face, gilded by the early morning sunlight, then gently bent over her to graze soft kisses upon her cool skin. Unawakened by Mamoru's attentions, Usagi turned over in her sleep, wrapping one slender arm around his waist and burrowing her face a little further into his chest. Smiling in satisfaction, Mamoru placed the palm of his hand on the top of her golden head, and lightly stroked the unbound length of her hair as it flowed over her shoulders and down her back before spilling in golden profusion over his bed. It felt so good to hold her in his arms, to cradle her close, to feel her slight weight on his chest as she pressed her body into his. And how well they fit together! In the four years they had been apart, Usagi's body had matured and ripened; her curves had filled out, her arms and legs had lengthened, as had her luxurious hair, and her waist had slimmed. She had achieved a willowy grace; gone was the awkwardness of early adolescence, now Usagi seemed to float, to dance, her every move was an act of beauty.
It had been a hard four years. Leaving her a few weeks after Galaxia had been defeated was made all the more difficult because he'd been leaving her for the second time. To make matter worse, the scholarship Harvard had awarded him covered tuition and living expenses. Plane fare back to Japan was definitely out of his means. So, other than one brief trip home the summer between his sophomore and junior years, it had been four years since he'd seen her, touched her, kissed her last.
He trailed a hand down her body, watching as her nipples puckered against the touch of his hand. For all the changes to her body, however, Usagi was still very much the same girl he'd left--instead of waking, she murmured something in her sleep and curled up closer against him. Very well, that just made it easier for him to lean down and gently nip the outer edge of her ear. His hands continues their slow exploration of her body, easing her legs apart and slipping between to caress her soft golden curls.
Even Usagi couldn't sleep through that. Her wide blue eyes opened, and she gave him a beautiful smile. "What are you doing?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
"Saying good morning," he replied playfully. "Good morning."
Usagi was about to respond, but a sudden stroke from his hand robbed her of the ability to do so. She gasped, and her eyes fluttered close again. Mamoru was pleased. Seducing one's new wife took every ounce of attention--at least if one wanted to do it right. And a proper seduction had no room for conversation.
No one could accuse them of being silent, though no words were spoken for the rest of the morning.
Week 4: The Other Side of Love
Theme 4-G: Lust
The Morning After
Words: 515
Rated: R
What a difference four years can make.
Mamoru gazed down at the sleeping woman beside him, her head pillowed on his broad shoulder. Raising his hand, he caressed the silken cheek of her face, gilded by the early morning sunlight, then gently bent over her to graze soft kisses upon her cool skin. Unawakened by Mamoru's attentions, Usagi turned over in her sleep, wrapping one slender arm around his waist and burrowing her face a little further into his chest. Smiling in satisfaction, Mamoru placed the palm of his hand on the top of her golden head, and lightly stroked the unbound length of her hair as it flowed over her shoulders and down her back before spilling in golden profusion over his bed. It felt so good to hold her in his arms, to cradle her close, to feel her slight weight on his chest as she pressed her body into his. And how well they fit together! In the four years they had been apart, Usagi's body had matured and ripened; her curves had filled out, her arms and legs had lengthened, as had her luxurious hair, and her waist had slimmed. She had achieved a willowy grace; gone was the awkwardness of early adolescence, now Usagi seemed to float, to dance, her every move was an act of beauty.
It had been a hard four years. Leaving her a few weeks after Galaxia had been defeated was made all the more difficult because he'd been leaving her for the second time. To make matter worse, the scholarship Harvard had awarded him covered tuition and living expenses. Plane fare back to Japan was definitely out of his means. So, other than one brief trip home the summer between his sophomore and junior years, it had been four years since he'd seen her, touched her, kissed her last.
He trailed a hand down her body, watching as her nipples puckered against the touch of his hand. For all the changes to her body, however, Usagi was still very much the same girl he'd left--instead of waking, she murmured something in her sleep and curled up closer against him. Very well, that just made it easier for him to lean down and gently nip the outer edge of her ear. His hands continues their slow exploration of her body, easing her legs apart and slipping between to caress her soft golden curls.
Even Usagi couldn't sleep through that. Her wide blue eyes opened, and she gave him a beautiful smile. "What are you doing?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
"Saying good morning," he replied playfully. "Good morning."
Usagi was about to respond, but a sudden stroke from his hand robbed her of the ability to do so. She gasped, and her eyes fluttered close again. Mamoru was pleased. Seducing one's new wife took every ounce of attention--at least if one wanted to do it right. And a proper seduction had no room for conversation.
No one could accuse them of being silent, though no words were spoken for the rest of the morning.