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The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

And again it fell silent as she vaguely wondered if this was some ploy to get through her defenses. His hand still rested on her shoulder. The warmth of it seeped through the material of her kimono and into her skin. It was strange, the sudden way her heart stuttered, then kicked into overdrive. His larger, lean frame standing so close to her. His face so close to her own. Never would she have imagined they would be standing so close, much less in her nearly empty room.

Finally, a soft, almost genuine smile touched her pale lips. Must have been a surprising sight - she couldn't remember the last time she allowed a smile to touch her face. "I don't hate you either," she admitted, "I was just...jealous. No matter how hard I worked, I could never seem to best you...it got frustrating." Yune didn't know why she was suddenly indulging him, but at least the truth of it was out now.
 
Terao listened to her explanation, saw her smile, and couldn't help a little smile of his own. "The teachings are only a guideline to swordfighting. You must find your own way, using the Mirumoto style. That is what the Yojimbo's have told me. I know it will help you too."

He moved closer to her, as close as he could without actually pressing against her. "You are a wonderfully spirited fighter, one that does the Agasha name proud. I am sure your family is happy. There should be no doubt about your skills that you give to our Clan."
 
The words he spoke to her were true. The honesty of them rang true in her samurai heart, in her samurai spirit. "You are right, Terao. I've been too consumed with my jealousy and envy, when I should have been finding my own way," she murmured. And it was true. Her rivalry against the young man had been an intense and consuming one. Instead of finding her own way, she had been more worried than she wasn't better than him. That she wasn't the best.

After another moment's silence, the young samurai turned to truly face him. "You do me honor with your words, Terao," and, truthfully, he did. "You do your bloodline proud, yourself," she told him. And he did. He was a skilled and adept samurai, one that she knew would do the Mirumoto bloodline proud, or, rather, more proud. They would be foolish to not be proud of him already.
 
He couldn't help but hold that small smile that was on his face at her words. "You give me too much glory." He said softly. "My ancestor Mirumoto was killed by the First Oni sent out by Fu Leng. I have no plans not to live up to his legacy.

"but you must remember what you have been taught, and use that with your own abilities. Train your body in the ways of the daisho. There is nothing a Samurai cannot achieve if he tries hard enough." He took a step back, the closeness starting to get uncomfortable, to be honest. It was hard to stand straight up, his body rocking very slightly from the pull of their bodies.
 
Again, his words were true. Even if she had bested him only moments ago, Terao was a great deal more wise than she. Though this little scuffle they'd had, she wasn't holding it in toe with their previous duels. Not really, had she truly bested him. Not in the way she had wanted to. Today, they had used their skills to protect their lands and people. Both their bodies still bore evidence of this. When she bested him, she wanted him to be at his full potential, same as her. He stepped back from her, she noticed, as if he may have grown uncomfortable. In truth, she herself was a little uncomfortable. Never had they spoken outside their duels. It was strange. Not horrible, or bad, just strange.

Yune nodded her head and moved to retrieve her unsheathed daisho. Holding them a moment. Before she turned and moved back to where she had been sitting, sheathing first one blade, then the other. The kimono moving gracefully around her slight form as she did so, the slightly curled raven hair having to be pushed from her pretty face once she stood. She turned to face him again, though now she stood a few feet away. "If my presence is...uncomfortable to you, you do not have to stay any longer."
 
He watched her move away, grabbing her blades and sheathing them one at a time before turning back to face him. Her question shook him slightly, but he shook his head. "No, it's not uncomfortable." He said. "It was just hard not to knock into you, inadvertently." He walked a few steps closer, so they were almost as close as they were before. "I can train you, show you what I have learned on my own, using the practices taught in the dojo."

His eyes were locked on hers, and he suddenly felt the need to move closer. To kiss her, hold her to him. But he held himself back. It would be a terrible blow to both of their honor if that wasn't what was on her mind. Still, his own was rather open, and his eyes didn't hold back that want.
 
The young woman couldn't help the rush of relief that came to her when he said he wasn't uncomfortable. Rather though, she couldn't understand why it relieved her so. This man was her rival, had been the source of frustration and disappointment in her skills. He came closer again. Her heart seemed to flip. Before she could answer him, she was struck into silence by what she saw in his blue eyes.

Never had she seen them look at her so. There was desire written in his eyes for her. How was it she could face him blade to blade without faltering, yet this look caused her heart to pump wildly within her breast. Her onyx eyes softened and her lips were parted, just a slight, as she let in a soft breath. Just a step closer and she would be withing his arms, against that body she had fought so many times. Why was it desire he would see in her eyes?
 
He could see the want that was behind her eyes, almost matching his own. It was a mysterious thing: not even a half hour ago they were in full combat, trying to kill each other in a duel, and now they stand less than a foot away, looking into each others eyes instead of staring, looking for the signs that they wanted. And Terao saw the ones that he wanted to see.

He moved closer, and his arms slowly went around Yune, pulling her closer to the warmth of his body. He was gentle with her, with himself, knowing that both of them were wounded. But they couldn't hold back now, it would be impossible to. His eyes closed as he got closer, and his lips gently brushed against hers, a light kiss that he held.
 
It was strange how the act of saving his life has seemed to change things between so surely. His arms came around her, gentle, yet firm, pulling her into the shelter of his body. Her own eyes fluttered shut as his lips came down upon hers so reverantly gentle. Both hands pressed to his chest, not to push him, never not, not now, but to rest there as she leaned into his body. To think they'd been dueling to the death not long ago.

Her lips parted and pressed softly back against his own, as the two embraced. It was strange, the way her heart flipped and the way her normally stiff body melted against his own. Never had she thought of Terao as this, but now that it was happening, it was the only thing she could think of.
 
She was returning the kiss, deepening it even, and he followed suit, kissing her back in the same matter. It was obvious that the feelings between them changed on a instant. His arms pulled her closer, holding her tighter to his body. It wasn't long until he lifted her up into his arms, kneeling down and laying her down. She was rather warm herself, sending out waves.

He broke the kiss and looked into her heavy-lidded eyes. He kissed her forehead, and his fingers slowly stroked up the arms of her kimono. His fingers were infinitely gentle against her kimono and skin, waiting for some sort of acceptance for him to go on.
 
To her, it almost seemed as if the kiss, their first kiss, would never end. Even as if his arms tightened around her. And then as he slowly lifted her, knelt, and laid her back on the floor of her room. Her eyes were half-lidded; her eye lids felt so heavy. The acceptance of what they were doing could be found in her eyes, the black orbs soft and languid. Her was softly touching her, running his hands up her arms as her hands remained against his solid chest.

She looked up at him, studying for a moment, really thinking about what they had become all of a sudden. Funny, how she went from despising him to desiring him. Though the act of saving his life showed she hadn't truly despised him. That, all along, there had been something. Yune gave him a gentle smile and softly stroked her hands across his chest, before sliding up to his cheeks. "It's alright, Terao, I want this...as much as you do," she murmured, his desire so evident in his seemingly endless twin pools of blue.
 
He saw her acceptance before he heard it, and he smiled, kissing her again, a deeply passionate kiss. But soon he sat up, and he was first very careful of his kimono, sliding the shoulders off and letting it fall, being held on only by the belt at his hips. He let it rest there, bending back down to kiss her again, for a long moment, as his hands stroked up her arms again. This time, they didn't stop.

His fingers traced around her collar bone before slowly moving down the center of her kimono. He reached the tie of her belt soon enough, and his fingers were nimble but relaxed as they untied it, letting it lay on the ground. He moved to sit up slightly, and his hands were slow with opening her kimono, first the left side, then the right. She was amazing in her bare skin, looking so soft and smooth...
 
Despite Yune's training herself, constantly to her breaking point, always past her limits- as tough as that had made her, she couldn't help the soft tremble as he slowly untied her green kimono. First opening one side, then slowly the other, revealing her bare body to him. Never had she thought to let a man see her this way, much less Terao. Now that he was, however, it became that it was only him she'd want to look at her. She was a small woman, granted, but beneath the garb of her kimono, she was a desirable one. Skin pale and smooth, legs long and limber, hips curved and wide, her intimate parts hidden in a small, soft patch of black, next came her flat, yet toned, abdomen. Then up to her ample breasts, a generous amount of soft flesh to fill his hands, tipped in pale, pink buds. Her collarbone was sharp and defined, shoulders small, rounded, but strong, as if she held the weight of the world on them daily.

The slightly curled raven strands of her hair were a stark contrast against her skin, black as night, spilling a little over her shoulders and beneath her on the floor. Her long lashes fell slightly, then lifted, her kiss swollen lips parted as she studied his expression. Did he like what he saw? Or was he disappointed?
 
His eyes moved with his hands as they started at her thighs, slowly tracing up her body, fingers running into the soft patch in front of her core, then over her flat stomach. He took his time tracing her breasts, then up over her collarbone to rest on her neck and cheek. The whole time, his face had a look of awe over it, and it wasn't long until he bent down again, kissing her more passionate, deeper.

He sat up after a moment, untying his kimono and letting it slide off him. He was toned like most of the male samurai, but his skin was softer for some reason. He had a rather large length, though she would be able to take it. He moved her slowly to sit up in front of him, her kimono draped on her shoulders still. His arms went around her, up her back and his hands onto her shoulders, holding her to him - and her kimono on her shoulders - as he kissed her deeply once more.
 
His every little touch upon her skin caused her to shiver deliciously. The look in his eyes as he eyed every inch of her skin made her shudder. Yet, she loved every moment of it with him. The soft trail of his fingers across her. Then the sudden press of his lips, the kiss deep and passionate. The desire in every second of it. In a far away place in her mind, she vaguely wondered if she were dreaming. If she'd had some secret desire for him that was tormenting her in her sleep. That thought was quickly banished as he sat up and pulled his own kimono from his lean, toned body.

Just as he had stared at her in awe, she, too, was looking at him in the same light. He was as beautiful as any samurai warrior, but much more so in her eyes. His length was, to her size, a touch intimidating. She wasn't able to linger on it as he lifted her to sit, her hair a spilling over her shoulders and down her back. Then he was kissing her again. Deeply, and it consumed her. A soft moan drifted into the kiss, her small body fitting to his.
 
He heard the soft moan leave her lips, and it sent a pleasurable shiver down his back. He deepened it, laying her back down, moving down with her this time. He didn't want to break the kiss, and he didn't now. His hand moved up her side, eventually reaching her breast. It gently cupped it, thumb playing over her nipple. He waited for a reaction for continuing.
 
Terao only deepened the kiss further, his body shuddering against her own from the moan she'd given over to him. Reeling, breathless, feeling as though he was claiming not only her, but her soul. He laid her back, not breaking the passionate embrace of their lips. His skilled hand slid to cup her generous breast, his thumb rasping across her pink nipple. Her breasts tingled in response. The small pink buds becoming hardened as another gentle noise escaped her lips.

The small noises were to urge him further on, encourage him, show him that she was, honestly, feeling pleasure from him. That this, truly, not a ploy meant to decieve him. A small, yet skilled, hand slid up and released his hair from its tie, before sliding through the strands. Her normally cool black eyes, changing to a passionate onyx stare. Gently, her small teeth nipped his lip before she gave him an honest smile.
 
He read the sounds as encouragement, feeling her body react to him. He was taken by surprise slightly when she nipped his lip, but that smile was a tell all to him. His hand continued to rub her breast, being rather gentle and tender to her. His thumb was going around the tightened bulb, hoping tht was something that she was enjoying.

His heart was in a flurry, unsure of what to do for the most part for what to do. But he let his heart guide him, his fingers staying gentle as they left her breast, sliding down and moving through the tight patch of hair she had. A little further, and they were stroking the lips to her core, feeling how she was quivering.
 
The small nip surprised her as well. Her breasts tingled as he continued to tease her nipple, the pink buds sensitively aware of the attention he bestowed upon her. Her heart began to pump in a wild fashion as his hand traveled down from her breasts, across her flat abdomen, over her hips and then gently through the soft thatch of hair that gaurding one of the most precious gifts she could offer any man.

Gently, as his fingertips touched upon her slightly damp and soft nether lips, she shivered beneath him. She was so warm beneath his touch, a soft hint of red touching her cheeks as she allowed him to touch this most intimate part of her. A soft, almost breathy noise, as she nibbled her lower lip, the touches to her womanhood causing her to tingle.
 
The fact that he could do this to her with such little touches was a honor to him, and he kissed her deeply, nipping her lip lightly. "I won't hurt you." He whispered to her. His fingers did slow strokes, teasing touches that were meant to get her ready for their binding, as he saw it.

It wasn't long until he pulled his hand back, though, and he shifted his body so he was between her legs. He rubbed himself against her for a moment before slowly sliding in, and he let out a soft moan against her lips. Though, he was sure that she was in pain, and he held himself still, letting her get use to him. His fingers slowly went through her hair, showing how much he cared as he looked into her eyes.
 
The return nod she gave him was soft. Her body trembling gently as he continued to stroke the lips of her core, teasing her, preparing her for his body. Soon, his hand pulled from her and she felt his body shift inbetween her soft thighs. His rigid length was pressing against her, pushing, stretching her as he slid inside her warmth. He was slow, which she was eternally grateful for and when he finally stilled, he was deep enough to press against the barrier of her maidenhood. One little thrust now would ultimately bind her to him.

Her black eyes looked up at him as she trembled softly. She knew it would hurt, it was the usualy price for a woman's first time with a man. Small hands laid on his upper arms and she pressed a soft kiss to his lips once she'd adjusted to his size. The pain that would come, she saw as a small thing compared to being with Terao this way. That resolve only strengthened when he ran his fingers through her silk soft hair. "It's ok, I'm ready," she murmured against his lips.
 
He waited for those words, and it wasn't long until he did hear them. He kissed her deeply, holding it as he pushed slowly into her. He felt her break around him, and he moved two more inches in before he stopped. He held her to him, letting her get use to how big he was. He nipped her lip lightly, his fingers going through her hair again. He wanted her to be ok before he continued.

He moved after a minute, slowly pulling himself out, before sliding back in. He kept his thrusts slow and even, so she got use to him. He let out soft moans against her lips when he was moving, thoroughly enjoying how she held onto him. He was pushing just as deep every time, and he was hoping that she was getting the same feelings he was.
 
The moment he broke through her hymen, the was an intense pain in her abdomen, like skin tearing in half. Yune cried out and held onto him tightly as her core gripped down upon him in response. he was careful with her, still, just holding her now and running his fingers through her hair. It soothed her and eventually, after a moment, the pain began to fade, being replaced with an odd sensation she had never felt before. It only increased as he pulled slowly from her, before pushing back in. She expected to feel pain, but there was none, instead it felt strangely wonderful.

He began moving at a slow pace, letting her body adjust. Her core grew wet around him, already hot, and clenched around his length tightly. Soft noises of pleasure ensured him that she, too, was feeling what he felt. Her thighs held him closer to her as they began to move together, now that there was no more pain for her that they had to worry about. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back, her breathing becoming a little faster.
 
He had been very careful about the painful time, but his thrusts now seemed to be having a very good affect on her, giving her pleasure. He felt her getting wetter, her fluid surrounding his hard member as he thrusted it slowly in her. Her tight walls squeezed him with perfection, making him moan against her lips.His lips kissed down her jaw to her neck as her head fell back, kissing over her neck and shoulder, showing his lover for her.

Soon, though, he thought of another way she would like it, and he sat up, his arms still holding onto her, and pulling her up so she was straddling his hips. His hips bounced up into her, doing slow and grinding thrusts, as he had kissed to her lips, moaning against them. She was something special, and he was going to watch over her and protect her, no matter what.
 
Her moans came from the pleasure he was giving her, just the same as she was giving him. He was loving and perfect, making her first time all that she could hope for, if not more. Each time, he kissed her, and she gladly kissed him back, soft sounds falling into each. Her hands slid into his hair, holding him as they kissed, before he began bestowing gentle kisses to her skin.

He then slid his arms under her and sat back, lifting her into his lap. She squeaked in surprise, but moaned as this caused him to push ever the deeper as he bounced her in his lap. She moaned, a little louder this time, her head falling back. This gave him a wonderful view of her pale body, her skin creamy smooth, and pale, generous breasts that swayed with their movements. Her hands held onto his shoulders, careful to keep clear of his wound as they came together again and again, her core clutching onto him as if he were the most precious and to her, in this moment, and possibly forever, he was.
 
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