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The sigh that emitted from pouting lips was tinged with frustration, and the fan that had been forcefully closed was flung to the tatami with a dull thud. The ink-laden brush that was set aside for the temporary coolness the fan would provide was picked up, and narrowed hazel eyes contemplated the sketch before her. Misaki wasn't happy with what she was producing so far and had to admit to herself that the persistent heat and humidity was making it difficult for her to concentrate on the fine details of the garment she was designing. With another sigh, she set the brush aside once more, deciding the drawing wasn't worth the effort.
Perspiration had gathered at her hairline and in the areas where her kimono clung to her skin. She shifted her whole body, attempting to unstick the fabric from her body in as ladylike a manner as possible, but her efforts were futile. She cast a furtive glance across the room to the desk where Masamune sat with his back to her working on something—she wasn't sure what. Certain that he was deeply absorbed in his work, she began to pull her kimono away from her skin as much as possible. She wasn't sure why she cared whether or not Masamune saw her doing this.
He handles discomfort so well...no matter the situation. Misaki realized then that she wanted to exude the same sort of cool confidence that Masamune did in the face of the most difficult circumstances, but at the same time, she was tired of dealing with something that appeared to not have an end. It was taxing. She wished she could have air conditioning. Since coming to the Sengoku period, Misaki hadn't really pined after many modern comforts. Things that would've been inconveniences then were easily worked around now, or she was resigned to do without. Now that she was experiencing the full force of summer with minimal reprieve, she—for the first time—began to consider going back to the present and wondering if Masamune would be able to travel with her.
Lacking the motivation to continue her designing, Misaki decided it was better to get ready for bed and rid herself of the unnecessary layers. Misaki left her cluttered desk and made her way behind the screen set up in the corner of the room. She quickly disrobed, replacing silk and gauzy layers for a thin yukata. She hated the thought of wrapping an obi around her waist, but having anything exposed was still uncomfortable for Misaki, even though Masamune had already seen her in various states of undress.
Misaki peered out from behind the screen after she finished tying her obi to see Masamune stretching his arms above his head. She smiled, imagining the lengthening of his toned back muscles beneath his royal blue hakamashita. A jolt of desire slithered down to her pelvis and her cheeks colored pink. She admired his body just as much as his personality, and she couldn't believe that he was the one she shared a bed with every night.
Ugh...bed sharing, she thought as she made her way to the futon. Imagining their bodies touching would normally stir passion within her, but tonight it had the opposite effect, and not because she didn't find him attractive and gorgeous beyond all measure. She stared at the quilt, debating whether or not it would be proper to sleep on top of it or if she would have to lay on the sheet and push the quilt all the way to the foot of the futon. She eventually opted for sleeping on the sheet and yanked back the quilt as Masamune rose from his desk. He turned to face her, a crooked smile on his lips.
"Giving in, kitten?"
"Mm," Misaki responded with a grunt as she flopped onto the futon. She arranged her red hair so that it was off her neck and splayed out on the pillow roll.
Masamune sauntered over to her and knelt beside the edge of the futon. He leaned over to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. When he pulled away, his lips lingered over hers so closely that the slightest movement would make them brush. She knew he was teasing and telling her without words that he needed her. "I still have a report to finish up...though seeing you like this makes it difficult for me to go back."
Misaki smirked, noting how his words could still make her heart flutter and her breath catch in her throat. "I'll be here." She fought the urge to brush her lips against his, for as much as she relished the knowledge that he wanted her, she knew she shouldn't distract Masamune from an important task. "Go on. I can wait."
Masamune grinned, a slight feral light to his eyes. "Good."
He quickly rose, and Misaki could tell that it was difficult for him to pull away. With his departure came a slight breeze, and she welcomed the extremely brief coolness the air movement brought. She turned her head toward where she'd left her fan and wished she had thought about grabbing it before she lay down. She considered getting back up to retrieve it, but now she was too comfortable—albeit hot—and decided to just do without.
Rolling onto her side, Misaki closed her eyes, focusing on relaxing as much as she could. It wasn't long before she felt warmth radiating from the layers of the futon and sweat began to prickle where her body was making contact with the soft surface. She scrunched her eyes, trying to ignore her mounting discomfort. She flopped over onto her other side, and settled herself into a position that she could stay in for a lengthy amount of time. The less she moved, the less heat she would generate. Misaki's thoughts began to drift as her breathing became regular.
Then, a bead of sweat rolled down her mid back where her obi held her yukata in place, and it produced an itch that she couldn't ignore. With a huffy growl, Misaki rubbed at the spot. She resumed her previous position as quickly as possible, again thinking of the fan left lying on the tatami. Was it really so far away? Yes...yes it is, she thought petulantly. Misaki let it go, wanting to get some sleep.
Tomorrow was to be a day at the lake, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. With Masamune, she knew there was going to be more to their day at the lake than just sitting at the water's edge. He loved to be on the move and constantly engaged whether physically or mentally. The man barely knew how to rest, and it wasn't unusual for Misaki to return to his manor at night with just enough energy to bathe and change before passing out from exhaustion. She didn't begrudge it at all—Masamune's vivacious attitude toward life was infectious, and Misaki welcomed the way he challenged her to view the world in a similar way.
But knowing that she needed rest wasn't the same as doing it, and the more she thought about falling asleep, the more difficult it became to relax. It's sooo hot! How am I supposed to sleep like this?! Sighing loudly, Misaki turned onto her back, allowing her arm to extend out and smack the empty cushion beside her.
"Misaki? Are you still awake?" Masamune's tone was laced with surprise and a tinge of worry.
"Yep," she replied with a groan as she rolled on her side to face Masamune.
He was now turned away from his desk. "You should get some sleep, lass. We have a busy day tomorrow."
Like I don't already know that. "It's too hot."
The sympathetic gleam in Masamune's eye disappeared, and it was replaced by a mischievous spark. Misaki immediately recognized that look, and her stomach swooped as her lips parted to release a quiet gasp. Traitor, she scolded her body. Masamune rose gracefully and swiftly crossed the space between his desk and the futon. He was soon kneeling on the futon beside her, his cheeks flushed and his eye bright. He reached out with his hand, sliding slender fingers softly down her cheek. Misaki registered the roughness of callouses from his sword wielding, but she didn't mind it as her senses ignited. His fingers then trailed down her neck, his entire hand coming to rest at the indent where her collarbone met her sternum—pressing with a little more weight.
"How about I make you exhausted enough to forget about the heat completely?"
Misaki wanted to reply in a clever way, but her breath had been stolen by his brazen suggestion. She watched the rise and fall of her chest beneath his hand and knew he was aware of how rapidly her heart was beating. She could try to pretend that she wasn't turned on by his words, but she was aware he would know it was a lie. She placed a hand on top of his, curling her fingers around it and squeezing.
"Do you promise?" She unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation.
He hummed a laugh as he brought his cheek to hers, his breath ghosting the shell of her ear. "You should know by now I mean what I say."
Misaki squirmed—his hand felt like it was scorching the skin beneath it—and she moved hers to tangle her fingers within his mahogany locks. "Then...make me forget."
Masamune's growl was a pleased one, and he removed his hand from her chest to have it come to rest at her waist as his mouth met hers in a crushing kiss. Misaki's other hand went to Masamune's shoulder, gripping the thick layers of fabric there. She fleetingly wondered how he could bear to wear all of that material, but it was chased away by the insistent nibble on her lower lip. She moaned into his mouth as he bit hard enough to elicit a quick jolt of sharp pain only to gently suck it away. His mouth then moved from her lips to her neck, and she gasped as his hot, hot tongue ran with surety over the pulse of her neck. Her toes curled at the overload of sensation he caused as he switched between licking and nipping at her neck.
The attention he was lavishing her with set every nerve aflame. It was becoming too much, and her hand went to his chest, pushing with enough force for him to realize what she was doing. He pulled away, a question within his eye.
"It's too hot...Masamune..." In a far off part of her mind, Misaki realized that she was whining, and she hated herself for it.
He lovingly brushed her bangs out of her face, though there was an air of disappointment. "Do you want me to stop?"
Misaki shook her head furiously. "No!" She immediately sat up, and Masamune's eye widened, surprised at the ferocity of her reaction.
She began tugging at the ties of his hakama, and his lips turned up into a smirk. He positioned himself in such a way to make it easier for her to access his attire. While she busied herself with removing his clothing—her tongue poking out of her mouth—Masamune's fingers lazily traced over the fabric covering her nipples. Her hands trembled at his touch, and she fumbled with the ties. Misaki huffed in annoyance as one particularly stubborn knot refused to come free.
"C'mon..."
Masamune chuckled. "My kitten is especially impatient tonight." And with that, he leaned forward, mouthing one nipple through the thin yukata.
Misaki threw her head back, humming with pleasure. "Masamune..." He then pulled away, and the high-pitched mewl that slipped from her mouth would've embarrassed her in any other situation. Instead, the loss was replaced with annoyance when she saw him get up from the futon. "Where...?"
Her question died on her lips when Masamune bent over and retrieved her long forgotten fan. Delight surged through her when he returned and with a flick of his wrist, unfolded it. He set the prop aside and hungrily kissed her as he undid the knot of her obi. He quickly unwound it from her waist, and Misaki sighed as the fabric began to slide away from her skin. A practiced wrist movement had her yukata falling from her shoulders.
"Mmm...your shoulders are incredible..." With that, he leaned forward and bit down just enough to leave a red welt.
Misaki wriggled until both her arms were free of the sleeves. She placed her hands on either side of his face and drew him away from her shoulder. His eye was blazing, and she could tell the animal within was barely restrained. She continued her work of releasing him from his clothing. The layers fell away from his body to reveal toned muscles and numerous scars from the battles he'd fought and emerged victorious from. He sat back on the futon and she climbed into his lap, kissing him fiercely until they were both breathless.
Masamune finally pulled away, a lopsided grin on his lips. Masamune started to gently push her back, but Misaki resisted. His brow furrowed at her response, and without a word, Misaki pressed back. He hesitated just a beat before allowing Misaki to push him back on the futon. She nibbled on his lower lip as she slowly sunk down on him. His head flew back, a surprised gasp escaping his lips. Misaki was still for only a moment before she began rolling her hips, her own moans filling the room.
Her nails dug into his chest as she moved slowly, Her body trembling from the sensations taking over. Masamune's hands came to her hips, squeezing tightly. She looked down, and gasped at the sight of Masamune gazing at her with desire. It was always a turn on to her to see the normally controlled man come apart in her hands in a way that no other woman had been able to. He moved with her, increasing the speed. Their skin became slick with sweat, but that was really the furthest thing from Misaki's mind as she chased the pleasure that only Masamune could give. She could feel her orgasm building like a knot that was growing tighter and tighter with each stroke. Masamune suddenly sat up, wrapping her up in his arms.
Misaki let out a frustrated groan, but before she could verbally protest any further, Masamune had flipped her around so that she was the one lying on the futon. In a flash, he was back inside her, and it wasn't long before Misaki's knees were crushing into his sides and her teeth sunk into his chest as she road the intense waves of her release. Masamune's breath quickened and it wasn't long before he followed her. His body stilled and as they lay there, they traded tender kisses. Masamune pulled out and lay beside her, his fingers running gently over her heated skin. Misaki groaned.
"It's too hot to cuddle."
"Mm...I think you forgot something, lass."
Misaki's questioning gaze met his triumphant one as he reached behind him. He lifted her fan above them and began to use it. A sigh bubbled out of her mouth as her body relaxed under the moving air. She felt spoiled.
"You're gonna let me have a turn to cool you off, right?"
"Maybe," he whispered as he began to suckle on her neck, producing goosebumps all over. "It's clear to me that you haven't quite forgotten, and my task isn't complete."
Misaki laughed as the fan was set aside, and she opened her arms to draw her lover to her once more.