Post by hiryuu Mihai on Apr 12, 2012 13:28:47 GMT -6
Takeshi was only vaguely aware of Nanao releasing herself as his heart pounded in his ears like thunder. Fire ripped across not only his face, but also his neck and chest. The world seemed so far away. As if he wasn’t there at all. He felt alone with the sounds of his own pulse. The effects of the intoxication had waned from their original strength, if only because of the incredible speed of his metabolism and the effects of his night thus far. His body shook less and less, which seemed like nothing to the man at that point. He had found himself stuck in a quiet place. Something that might be a defense mechanism.
He was driven stunningly back to reality by cool hands and fingers driving electricity over his skin. They were frighteningly delicate and smooth, but he could still feel where her skin thickened from decades of paperwork and the life of the seireitei. Takeshi’s senses tore back into his mind, giving him all sorts of signals, telling his body what and where and when to do things. Hundreds of thousands of nerves all reacting to the gentle touches of someone so close to him.
Nanao’s hands stopped on his chest, and he was not as slow to react as before, his hands met hers again. His fingers moving from her knuckles to the tips of her own. To the third seat, he felt as if he was holding a storm with his hands. He was feeling so much stronger just being there. Breathing in the air, the smells of the rain against the earth, the smell of her skin so close to him. Her hair.
Takeshi felt her move against him. Her lips, his heart. All of his senses focused on her, the kisses she laid on his form. The fire grew in his chest. Breaking against the confines of his sensibilities. He couldn’t promise that he’d still have sensibilities by the morn. Though he didn’t think he’d care by then either. His body knew him better than he did. It knew him as well as he knew it and not any less. Without his consent, but full appreciation he felt his arms slowly pull the woman behind him around. She drove him like a drug. And he would show her his reaction.
He leaned towards her, raised in his arms, with all the intent and attention of a lion about to pounce. He met her with is mouth against hers. Not as soft and tender as previously, but with passion. Such was the intensity of his affection that the sun would shy away in fear of being burned.
When he moved away he was forcing himself. Only doing so in the knowledge that it was not the end. “Stay when the rain dries.”
He was driven stunningly back to reality by cool hands and fingers driving electricity over his skin. They were frighteningly delicate and smooth, but he could still feel where her skin thickened from decades of paperwork and the life of the seireitei. Takeshi’s senses tore back into his mind, giving him all sorts of signals, telling his body what and where and when to do things. Hundreds of thousands of nerves all reacting to the gentle touches of someone so close to him.
Nanao’s hands stopped on his chest, and he was not as slow to react as before, his hands met hers again. His fingers moving from her knuckles to the tips of her own. To the third seat, he felt as if he was holding a storm with his hands. He was feeling so much stronger just being there. Breathing in the air, the smells of the rain against the earth, the smell of her skin so close to him. Her hair.
Takeshi felt her move against him. Her lips, his heart. All of his senses focused on her, the kisses she laid on his form. The fire grew in his chest. Breaking against the confines of his sensibilities. He couldn’t promise that he’d still have sensibilities by the morn. Though he didn’t think he’d care by then either. His body knew him better than he did. It knew him as well as he knew it and not any less. Without his consent, but full appreciation he felt his arms slowly pull the woman behind him around. She drove him like a drug. And he would show her his reaction.
He leaned towards her, raised in his arms, with all the intent and attention of a lion about to pounce. He met her with is mouth against hers. Not as soft and tender as previously, but with passion. Such was the intensity of his affection that the sun would shy away in fear of being burned.
When he moved away he was forcing himself. Only doing so in the knowledge that it was not the end. “Stay when the rain dries.”