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[Chapter .10]
Himitsu
Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'
Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com
Date Posted: 11-9-05
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: kink, fetish, very lemony, het, yaoi, steamy, language. Enjoy ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own amusement. So don't sue!
| ...words... | denotes thought.
Notes: This fic is inspired by some artwork I'd done recenly, "Sunset Kink" There
is actually a lot of story behind that pic that you may, or may not have picked up on.
So here it is.
[ Chapter .10 ]
and strain under them, wanting nothing more than to wake up and end my frustration, and yet still wanting them to never
stop sucking me. Their mouths are on me for what feel like a frustrating eternity. A rough shake from my son delivers
me from my delicious torment.
my erection nicely.
dreams? I don’t think about them as much. I'm not avoiding them. But at the same time, now I only see them in my dreams.
This in a way is a blessing and a curse.
them, beg them to show me what I'd been missing, even in my dreams. Grant me the gift of pleasure
only they could give. But I won't. No more running to them. Like all bad habits, every time I resist,
the stronger it made me. My erection throbs to tell me otherwise. But I ignore it.
[ ..... ]
bathroom to splash water on my face. Washing away the sweat and dried tears. Noticing my flushed cheeks,
perspiration, and a partial erection, you'd think I actually got laid after all. Ha-ha. Am I really so desperate
for physical gratification? Sigh. This is going to be harder than I thought. But my "bad dreams" only mean
I have to re-double my efforts. These urges of mine are just selfishness. After all I must have put her
through, after how much our relationship has already suffered, I should at least try my hardest.
[ ..... ]
"I thought you'd never get up..." Goten says instead of good morning as Chichi piles a mound
of pancakes in front of me. The stack ending just under my nose. And of course, it smells like heaven.
Temporary redemption and happiness all wrapped up in one doughy treat.
from the perpetually hungry Gokuu to know he'll be ok. I really need to start saying exactly what I mean.
Well... one problem at a time...
[ ..... ]
to improve my mood. There's no better way to seize the day than on a full stomach. At least... that's
what I think.
sleep and beat some monster into the ground. Or train so I can beat the next monster even faster.
I've got to admit... you're half right. I do train and I do eat and sleep. But there's more to my
waking hours than that. Especially since I've become more family oriented and given up my peeping
tom ways.
that one day I can look at our relationship and think it's stronger than any foe I've ever had
to face.
a foundation of patience, trust, selflessness and understanding. Not to mention time. So now, Chichi
and I actually spend time together. I don't mean when I help her around the house, or run some errand
for her, or when we "argue." Though two of those things are important, and as I see from the occasional
sweet peck on the cheek, are much appreciated. What I mean is, we've actually begun to take an active
interest in one another’s' hobbies!
she wasn't cleaning, cooking, or spending time with Goten and I, she was reading. She would keep
me up at night just telling me the bits and pieces of what she'd read in the past few days. Reading
sounded so much more fascinating when she talked about it. Muten Roshi sama made me read bizarre
things. Things that a 14 year old boy should not be reading, let alone out loud. So I guess I never
developed the love of it that Chichi so obviously had. But it does explain some of my ... odder
interests.
would stay home, waiting for me to return, sometimes for years, knowing all the insane adventures
and life altering, or ending battles I must be in. While she always complained, I think in some ways
she was just a little bit jealous. So she reads these books. They are her way of living a strange and
extraordinary life without actually having to go anywhere. Having been to some of the fantastic places
she's read about, I feel kind of bad, like I should have taken her with me when the 'team' and I were
out saving the world.
'it's too dangerous!' and 'don't drag my son to these places!!' that that was the last place she or I
wanted her to be. And maybe it was dangerous, maybe it was my thing, but I bet she would have
wanted to see, at least once.
know my wife at all.
[ ..... ]
her too I guess. I began to wonder if there was any book she hadn't browsed through. She'd even
gone so far as to learn other languages so she could read her favorite books in their original form.
The stories that unfold and tales these books tell sound almost exciting as my crazy life, with even
more plot twists. Though not everything she reads is action adventure. She recently got into Greek
mythology. The Greeks had such strange ideas...
his own reflection! My god have you ever met anyone so vain!?" she bellows, asking no one in particular.
Though I wonder if a certain prince was narcissistic enough to do so. Naa. Even he's not that high
on himself.
but so sad!" On the cover there's a picture of a beautiful man sleeping, while a woman hovering above
him, holds a candle that lights the dark room and hot wax begins to drip perilously close to the slumbering
man. "Really? Tell me about it!" I ask. I sit down next to her and she retells the story, weaving an
intricate web of desperation, need, love, loss, curiosity and regret. She provided the words and I let
my imagination do the rest.
[ ..... ]
Some leave me feeling like the world could be such an awful place, just to have the next story renew
my faith that anything was possible. No two stories are alike. As she goes on about worlds and people
that only exist in text on paper, I notice something. Something small. Something that wouldn't seem so
out of the ordinary to anyone else but me.
haven't seen or heard in decades. As she speaks, I take her in my arms and hug her, which of course
interrupts her story. She looks surprised, but then hugs me back.
[ ..... ]
speaks all day and well into the night until her throat is hoarse. Then she speaks some more. Her words and
stories getting quieter and quieter until they cease, swallowed up by sleep. I watch her snoozing soundly
against my chest and for a second I'm reminded that sex was promised tonight. I frown at the thought.
The moment seems just too perfect for me to mess it up pestering her for that. It seems strange that I'm
actually passing up the opportunity for sex. But I don't feel annoyed or frustrated. Even if she woke up
now, I would not ask. Right now the small smile playing on her lips as she rests is all I need.
[ ..... ]
something, or I'd have been up hours ago training for some unseen foe. But not today. Goten tip-toes past me
towards the window. He opens it as quietly as he can, thinking I'm asleep. "Be back by 11." I whisper without
turning my head. I can actually hear his surprise. Silly boy, thinking he can pull a fast one on his dad. "Yea."
he whispers back as he retreats out the window. Where does he go every day? Well I'll find out some other
time. For now I sit and look out the window. Just enjoying rare moments of peace.
limbs and makes her way hastily to the kitchen. Her hair everywhere, and top bun messy from sleep.
[ ..... ]
seemed to want me around made it taste that much better. We eat in companionable silence. Not because
we don't want to speak or that there was nothing to say. But simply because nothing needed to be said. Actions
speak so much louder than words.
eat more neatly. I know she complains about my piggish ways at the table. But her food's just so damn good! She glances
at me over the rim of her glass. Oh here it comes. I eat very quietly now, thinking I've certainly ruined the mood, and
that my volatile Chichi could revert and blow any minute. But there was no eruption of anger. She gently puts her
glass down on the table and walks over to me.
the side of my mouth where syrup and crumbs clings to my skin. She pulls back a moment later only to lean in again and
kiss me on the mouth. Her lips slightly sticky and sweet. She kisses very softly. Shyly. As if we'd never done it
before. I suppose in a way we hadn't. For the most part if anything physically romantic or sexual occurred, I was
the one to initiate it. Not my chaste Chichi.
shock over something so simple. She's changed more than I thought. Chichi, noticing my lack of what she deems a
suitable response, starts to lose her small burst of sexual confidence and moves away.
not in vain, and I am indeed interested. She blushes as I make that point very clear. She watches me kiss the pad
of each individual finger. She trembles slightly when my lips move to her slim wrist, over milky skin. Her pulse flutters
under it.
pretty sensitive. Like me I suppose. I stand and pull her against me gently, delicately, as if she were made of glass.
My lips and her hand still connected. She looks up at me with the early kindling of desire in her eyes. A look I have
not seen in ages.
us somewhere more... private.
[ ..... ]
and wisps of black hair cling to her round face and slim neck. The soft cotton sheets just barely cover her nudity.
She smiles contently in her post orgasmic sleep and I silently pat myself on the back. This time was very different
from the last. I was considerate, and did this for her pleasure as well as my own. This time I knew to take it slow.
This time I knew to not to force, or rush, or pry. I let her set the pace, and knew better than to try to introduce
some strange kink to a woman who got flustered over the slightest mention of sex. Perhaps Chichi won't be so
reserved forever. But if I learn anything from all this, it's that patience is a virtue. And my patience is paying off.
all the more reason to keep it up.
[ ..... ]
just my "good loving." I snicker, but can't stop from feeling proud of my little accomplishment. I smile all the way through
my shower. Something nags at the back of my mind, but I'm in far too good a mood to let it bother me. I smile all the way
to the dresser to put on my clothes, and all the way to back to the kitchen for a mid afternoon snack.
calling me for... No of course not!! His ki is nowhere near Capsule Corp. or Bulma. I guess that means it's 'safe' then.
not calling me to watch, so its no big deal. I put my glass in the sink and IT over, still not really knowing what to expect.
Continued.