It's amazing how things can hit you when you are not looking for them. She had not been looking for another lover this soon, much less losing her heart again. Yet, she was falling hard and she didn't want to stop it this time.
No reservations"
Sure she had reservations about Mish"Cael. She almost had been waiting for the other shoe to fall there. Too fast, and she had been an innocent there. He had showed her the delights, to be sure but there was that little niggling bit of mistrust.
Her fault she imagined"
Then there was Caine. She let herself think she was in love with the smooth talking man for sometime, but this was not her. He was an underground arms dealer and kept a thermonuclear warhead close to them. She was unnerved and in many ways scared of him and what he could do. She broken away clean and left him behind in Sabbatt. She could imagine that the Black sisters were happy that there was no one to distract the boss now.
Her fault there too"
She nestled in close to the sleeping form at her side. He was different. There was a great deal in common between them and enough different to keep things interesting. He was more traditional and she was the bratty kid from Yonkers. This school was his dream and she had been drifting without purpose. Perhaps there was purpose to be found here - Purpose for the girl of mixed blood.
With him"
She couldn't sit by and do nothing with her time. It was why she didn't give up volunteering at the shelter at Perp Miz. Why she didn't give up the nighttime activities outside of Dueling. She needed to feel useful, needed"
He made her feel oh so wanted. He knew what she did, what she was and accepted without question. She accepted him without question knowing how he hinted at a darker past. He was not only a Samurai. She could read that in his moves, in his fighting. He had melded the ways of the Samurai with the darkness" The Shinobi-no-mono. He had come out better for the experience. She saw his honor and his remorse for the past.
A delicate seeming hand drifted along the plane of his stomach. The sheet had been brought up to cover her and yet managed to stop at his hips. Even in sleep, cloth just refused to cover his upper torso. That brought a smile to her lips.
She spoke a few languages fluently. One she rarely spoke if at all. To her, it meant a level of intimacy that she never felt before now. She was more comfortable in the language and some of the traditions of her father. Though they had been disregarding a lot in their openness.
The words were for him only and she never had spoken them to another, not like this.
"(vq) Aishiteru, Ryutaro.?
No reservations"
Sure she had reservations about Mish"Cael. She almost had been waiting for the other shoe to fall there. Too fast, and she had been an innocent there. He had showed her the delights, to be sure but there was that little niggling bit of mistrust.
Her fault she imagined"
Then there was Caine. She let herself think she was in love with the smooth talking man for sometime, but this was not her. He was an underground arms dealer and kept a thermonuclear warhead close to them. She was unnerved and in many ways scared of him and what he could do. She broken away clean and left him behind in Sabbatt. She could imagine that the Black sisters were happy that there was no one to distract the boss now.
Her fault there too"
She nestled in close to the sleeping form at her side. He was different. There was a great deal in common between them and enough different to keep things interesting. He was more traditional and she was the bratty kid from Yonkers. This school was his dream and she had been drifting without purpose. Perhaps there was purpose to be found here - Purpose for the girl of mixed blood.
With him"
She couldn't sit by and do nothing with her time. It was why she didn't give up volunteering at the shelter at Perp Miz. Why she didn't give up the nighttime activities outside of Dueling. She needed to feel useful, needed"
He made her feel oh so wanted. He knew what she did, what she was and accepted without question. She accepted him without question knowing how he hinted at a darker past. He was not only a Samurai. She could read that in his moves, in his fighting. He had melded the ways of the Samurai with the darkness" The Shinobi-no-mono. He had come out better for the experience. She saw his honor and his remorse for the past.
A delicate seeming hand drifted along the plane of his stomach. The sheet had been brought up to cover her and yet managed to stop at his hips. Even in sleep, cloth just refused to cover his upper torso. That brought a smile to her lips.
She spoke a few languages fluently. One she rarely spoke if at all. To her, it meant a level of intimacy that she never felt before now. She was more comfortable in the language and some of the traditions of her father. Though they had been disregarding a lot in their openness.
The words were for him only and she never had spoken them to another, not like this.
"(vq) Aishiteru, Ryutaro.?