"Second Honeymoon"
Title: Second Honeymoon
Author: vampirelissy14
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pairing: Jiro/Yuri
Rating: R
Spoilers: Future AU
Summary: Jiro and Yuri recieve a lovely surprise gift. Yuri's enthusiastic. Jiro...not quite so much.
Disclaimer: If I owned Kiva, a *certain* character would not exist and it would not be the Kiva we all know so...be glad I don't.
Second Honeymoon
“ I don’t trust this…not at all.”
Yuri Fujimori resisted the urge to roll her eyes for the thousandth time as she and her husband, Jiro, continued their trek through the mountains. “You never trust anything when it involves the Nobori-Kurenai kids…not even when they’re married to our own.”
She heard him grumble something intelligible under his breath and chuckled softly while gripping his hand a little more tightly. “They wanted to give us a gift, Jiro. Is that such a bad thing?”
“There’s a fine line between a “gift” and a second home in the mountains. With a hot spring!”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“I think it’s going to come back to haunt us one day. And where did they get the money for something like this to begin with?”
“Masao has his own clothing line, remember?”
“Oh don’t remind me…he still owes me for those fashion shows of his where he had you parade around in his “creations,” and, much to Yuri’s amusement, Jiro added to the disdain in his tone by actually air-quoting the word. “Not to mention all the photo shoots.”
“The clothes weren’t that bad…”
Her husband gave her a look.
She returned it with one her own. “What? They were tasteful.”
“I wouldn’t go so far to call them that.”
“Jiro…” clearly this was a conversation she’d had over and over again with her mate, given the slight exasperation in her tone. “Masao is not his grandfather.”
“He’s close enough.”
Sighing heavily and finally giving into the urge of rolling her eyes, she just tugged the reluctant looking wolf along as they made their way towards their destination. “You just don’t want to admit that, sometimes, Masao and his siblings have good ideas. Besides, the one who’s actually the most like Otoya is Maya; and we see very little of her to begin with.”
“Thank God. But where did she get the funds to chip in on this gift when she doesn’t work?”
“…Takeshi just told me she has her “ways”.”
“You know what? I’m not even going to bother asking you to elaborate on that one.”
Yuri paused, a grimace creasing her lovely features. “Oh trust me, I didn’t ask for any more information than that…”
It was silent for a moment before Jiro veered the conversation back to where it had started: “ And anyway, I don’t feel right accepting such a big gift from that family. Or do you not remember all the things we’ve been through because of them?”
Sighing once again, Yuri stopped in her tracks and turned to face her husband, realizing that if she didn’t stop this train of thought, he’d never stop complaining. “Baby, I love you, but this has to stop. I know you and Taiga will never be best friends but would it kill either of you to stop bickering like little children all the time? Wataru and I are getting sick of playing mediator. Look…” she sighed, draping her arms around his neck and leaning purposely into him, changing her tactic. “Whether you like it or not, we’re all family now. The kids wanted to show their appreciation and this is how they went about it. So…you could try to enjoy it a little, at least. If not for them, then for me.”
For a while, they just stood there, Yuri’s lovely eyes searching Jiro’s until, finally, in a very quiet voice, he mumbled: “Well…I guess…as far as presents go, it’s not that bad.”
Knowing she had him right where she wanted him, Yuri smirked. “That’s better,” She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips before continuing. “Think of it this way…it’s like we’re getting a second honeymoon. We’re all alone, with no one to disturb us…and a nice, big, empty house. Plenty of rooms to play in,” her eyes glittered gold seductively and her white and gold markings surfaced briefly. “Not to mention that hot spring that comes with it all.”
This seemed to do the trick, as Jiro’s demeanor brightened considerably and his eyes shimmered gold as well. “Well…when you put it that way,” he drew Yuri close against him, his voice a low murmur. “I can see the appeal.”
Giggling, Yuri stroked slowly over the bare skin exposed by the open collar of the red silk shirt that he wore, touching the tip of her nose to his before nuzzling affectionately. “So…shall we go explore our new…den?” she leaned up and nipped playfully at his lips.
Jiro growled softly and captured her mouth in a fervent kiss, making it clear that he liked this idea, before pulling back and finally granting her a smile. “Lead the way.”
One thing Jiro automatically appreciated about his new home with Yuri was how secluded it was. It was located high up in the mountains, in the heart of the forest, which was a far cry from the city home that he and his wife usually occupied. They both didn’t mind the hustle and bustle of life in Tokyo but it could sometimes be a little too distracting, particularly because their children and their spouses all lived nearby. This, in comparison, was quiet and offered little in the way of disruptions.
Upon entering, the first thing they both noticed was how nice the place smelled: clean and fresh, and above all, new.
A rush of excitement coursed through Yuri as her eyes took in their surroundings. “Oh Jiro…isn’t it beautiful?” she gushed, practically gliding up the entryway, pausing when she spotted some flower arrangements placed on a nearby table. “And look: Misako did some decorating,” She looked back and Jiro and sent him a beaming smile.
Something’s beautiful, all right, but it’s not the house…Jiro thought, as he watched his wife dart from room to room, following slowly.
“I like that there are lots of windows,” Yuri mentioned, grabbing her mate’s hand and leading him into the main living room. “It lets plenty of light in and we can look at the forest.”
Jiro, however, paused when something rather alarming caught his eye. “…Yuri. Darling. Please tell me my eyes are playing tricks on me and there’s not a portrait of us hanging over the fireplace?” he pointed.
She blinked, gazing at the painting. “Masao must have thought it would add a touch of elegance…”
“Elegance?” He turned towards her, his eyes wide. “In what way is that elegant?!” He gestured wildly at the portrait. “It’s disturbing, is what it is!”
“I think it’s rather sweet.”
“Yuri…”
The aggravation in his tone made her sigh and she rubbed at his back soothingly.
“We can take it down, don’t worry.”
“Thank you.”
Shaking her head and biting at her lip to keep from laughing, Yuri guided Jiro towards the kitchen, where there was a large bowl of fruit placed on the marble counter and a note sitting next to it.
Picking up the piece of paper, she read it out loud. “To our favorite parents-in-law: we all hope you enjoy your new home. With much love, Masao Kurenai; Misako Nobori-Fujimori; Maya Kurenai-Fujimori; and Mio Kurenai-Fujimori.” She paused, a warm smile crossing over her lovely face. “How thoughtful!”
“I still think they went a bit overboard,” Jiro went over to peer out the window. “Though admittedly this place does have a really nice view.”
Smiling, Yuri crossed over to him and wrapped her arms around his chest, tugging him back towards her while pressing a quick kiss to the base of his neck. “They’re just trying to be nice, dear…besides, we can redecorate.”
He paused, considering the idea. “Would that include the bedroom?”
She chuckled. “We haven’t even looked at it.”
“We should,” gripping her hand, he was suddenly hauling her off in another direction. “After all we’ll be spending a lot of time there.”
“Honey?”
“What?”
“You’re going the wrong way.”
“…Right.” He abruptly switched directions and her laughter could be heard throughout the halls.
Given how eager he had been to get there, it amused Yuri greatly when Jiro stopped and took a deep breath before gripping the knob to their bedroom door.
“Why are you pausing?”
“Because Masao clearly had a hand in the decorating.”
Chuckling, Yuri moved next to her husband and placed her hand over his. “I’d be more worried about the fact that Maya had a hand in decorating, to be honest.”
Jiro froze at the mere mention of the Fangire that was married to one of his sons. Sometimes he really had no idea how Takeshi could love someone that was such a notorious flirt and didn’t know the meaning of “sedate.” But, it was clear that the boy was crazy about her and knew how to handle her, and the Wolfen King wasn’t about to tell his children how to choose their mates. Still…the woman reminded him far too much of a person in his past that had caused one too many problems and just the thought of her flouncing around their bedroom was enough to make him shudder a little. “Great. You just made me more terrified.”
His wife pressed a calming kiss to the junction between his neck and shoulder.
“Let’s just open it together and if it’s really horrible…we’ll sleep by the fire tonight.”
“After I take down the painting.”
Jiro felt her smirk against his skin. “Yes. After.”
“Okay,” he breathed in deeply again. “On the count of three. One…two…three!”
Together, they opened the door and peered inside.
Yuri’s eyes widened as she moved around her husband to step into the room, and a delighted smile graced her lovely face as she looked around. “Oh, Jiro…this is wonderful!”
The only thing he could do was nod, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared in wonder at what had to be the perfect bedroom for the two of them.
The centerpiece was the huge bed: a futon that was covered with silk sheets and sprinkled liberally with white petals, which upon sniffing deeply he realized were not roses, but lilies. The room was lit romantically with vanilla scented candles, which were Yuri’s favorite, and on top of the covers, there were two absolutely gorgeous silk kimonos laid out for both of them, along with another note. This time, Jiro picked it up and read it.
“You should have a little more faith in me being able to control my sister…the kimonos were her idea, by the way…along with the flower petals. Also, the painting, which I hope you won’t take down (though admittedly I can see why you might do that to the one above the fireplace…but since I had taken the time to paint it, I figured I’d give it to you), is another little something from me. And try not to destroy our hard work in one haze of passion, will you? Regards; Masao Kurenai.”
Yuri nearly fell over in a fit of laughter at hearing the artist’s words.
“Painting? What painting? ” Jiro trailed off when Yuri managed to point above their bed and he saw it: an elegant watercolor that depicted a scene of the full moon hanging high over a river. “Oh…that painting. Well I guess that one can stay.”
Still trying to regain her breath from her laughing fit, Yuri patted Jiro on the shoulder and then moved over to the bed, fingering the kimonos. “These are so beautiful…I’m almost afraid to try it on.”
He watched her, transfixed by her graceful movements, his gaze lingering over the manner in which she touched the silk fabric: the tips of her fingers just barely brushing over the fine cloth, reverent and tender. “I imagine you’ll look very beautiful in it,” he approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her back towards him, smiling when she sighed happily and leaned into his embrace. “Then again…you look beautiful in anything,” he placed a soft kiss to the base of her neck, moving up along the slender column till he reached her ear, before whispering seductively. “Or nothing, for that matter.”
She groaned softly when he nibbled at her earlobe. “Jiro…”
“What? I’m just stating a truth,” he chuckled from low in his throat, his fingers moving deftly to the buttons on her blouse. “How about I help you put it on?”
“You’re just looking for an excuse to undress me,” but, it was clear she was not complaining when she twisted to face him and her own hands moved to undo the buttons on his shirt. “But if you insist.”
He just grinned before bridging the space between them and claiming her mouth with his, sufficiently distracting them both for a while.
When Yuri finally woke from the nap she’d indulged in after helping her husband break in their new bed, she stretched against the sheets, reveling in the texture of the fabric against her bare skin, and reached out for him, only to discover he was not there.
Sitting up and drawing the sheets to her chest, she looked around their bedroom, wondering what could have pulled him away, and then spotted a note sitting on top of her kimono, which he’d left for her on a nearby chair.
Rising and gathering the sheet around her like a dress, she walked over to pick up the piece of paper and read it.
“You really should come outside…it’s gorgeous out here.”
Chuckling softly, she dropped the sheet, and quickly dressed in the kimono, wrapping the gold silk loosely around her body before tying the crimson red sash that went along with it around her waist. Fluffing out her hair, she crossed over to the screen door that lead to the balcony and then went down the stairs into the traditional Japanese gardens, following the stone covered path till she managed to find her husband.
Jiro was standing, his back facing her; close to the hot springs that took up the majority of the large back yard. Her gaze raked over those broad shoulders, encased in dark red fabric, which clung to his leanly muscled frame perfectly. His head was tilted back, breathing in the fresh mountain air while basking in the light from the full moon in the sky, which washed over him and added to the romantic image he made in Yuri’s eyes.
Smiling, she made her way quietly over to him, but he quickly sensed her presence, and turned, greeting her with a warm, open smile, his eyes raking over her appreciatively. “You look so beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she returned, eyes roaming over him and taking in how handsome he looked in that kimono.
The crimson color suited Jiro well, bringing out his lightly tanned complexion and dark eyes. He wore the garment loosely, the collar opened and baring plenty of skin, which caused her gaze to linger over his collarbone and the fang necklace that was always dangling around his throat.
Licking at her suddenly dry lips and fighting the urge to pounce him, which tended to run high when there was a full moon anyway, Yuri managed: “Not bad at all…”
Jiro just smirked and reached out towards her. “Come here.”
She went more than willingly, allowing her mate to gather her in those strong arms and kiss her passionately, moaning as his hands eased their way up her spine, the warmth of his skin practically searing through the thin cloth covering her back. “Jiro…” she gasped when he pressed fully against her and she could tell how much he desired her. Pulling back, she arched her eyebrows. “I know it’s a full moon and all but even you must have limits.”
He chuckled, reaching for the sash that kept the kimono tied around her. “That’s why I suggested we both take a nap…I feel nice and refreshed now. Besides…you did want to try out this hot spring, didn’t you?” He tugged the silk away and parted the robe from her shoulders.
She shivered pleasantly when he ran an elegant finger up along her arm. “That’s true, I did…”
“Then what are we waiting for?” He murmured, his voice low and sensual.
Those words were all it took for her to lunge at him, and he laughed brightly when she reached eagerly for his kimono and divested him of it in record time.
Kissing her lovingly, Jiro scooped Yuri up in his arms and carried her gallantly into the water.
She sighed happily when he set her down gently, only to settle against her seconds later, the two of them embracing with growing fervor in the warm water.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he stroked slowly along her thigh, a half moon mark appearing there and darkening in color while her white and gold Wolfen markings spread across her skin.
Pulling back to admire her, Jiro’s eyes shimmered to a deep gold and he smiled warmly before tracing along the pattern of a marking on her neck, his touch light, feathery, and making her arch instinctively into him. He leaned close, brushing his lips against hers. “When you look like this….” his fingers moved deftly across her shoulder, before traveling down, his touch lingering over the white fang that dangled around her neck, a gift that symbolized the bond between them. Those eyes raked over her, taking in the way her markings practically glowed upon her skin, the droplets of moisture that clung to her body only adding to the sensual picture she made. “So utterly beautiful,” he growled softly before kissing her, gathering her against him and smirking at the soft gasp that emitted when his fingers trailed over her hip beneath the water. “I just want to possess you completely.”
Yuri moaned and dragged him as close as possible. “You already do possess me,” she dug her nails into the tender skin of his back, startling a pleased hiss out of him and causing his own markings, dark blue and red, to blossom over his body. “And for the record…I’m pretty sure I possess you too.” She stroked over his chest now, admiring him the way he’d just admired her, which wasn’t difficult, since he always looked more handsome than ever to her once those markings were out anyway.
He chuckled at seeing the lust apparent in her now gold eyes, and then his lips crashed against hers in yet another ardent kiss. “That you do, my love…that you do.”
From then on there was no more talking as they worshipped each other with affection, the pair attuned to one another as the drive to mate overtook them and they were carried away by pleasure.
“You know…when I said I wanted to try out the hot springs, I meant for an actual bath.” Yuri mumbled tiredly sometime later, slumped against Jiro and drawing invisible figures along his bare chest.
The wolf holding her, one hand stroking languidly over her back, chuckled. “My idea was better.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She arched an eyebrow but said nothing, instead dipping her head down and darting soft kisses along Jiro’s chest, smirking at the pleased growl that escaped her wolf. “So…” she moved so she could look into his eyes, grinning as she reached out and brushed damp strands of hair away from his eyes. “Are you not minding our new home so much now?”
He smiled gently and swept her tangled, wet hair away from her shoulder. “Yuri…the fact of the matter is: you’re my home…and as long as we’re together, where we are doesn’t matter.”
“But a secluded manor in the woods isn’t bad, right?”
He laughed and pulled her even closer. “No, it’s not bad at all…but my point still stands.”
“I know,” she smiled and then touched her lips to his. “And I agree with it completely.”
The End
Author: vampirelissy14
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pairing: Jiro/Yuri
Rating: R
Spoilers: Future AU
Summary: Jiro and Yuri recieve a lovely surprise gift. Yuri's enthusiastic. Jiro...not quite so much.
Disclaimer: If I owned Kiva, a *certain* character would not exist and it would not be the Kiva we all know so...be glad I don't.
Second Honeymoon
“ I don’t trust this…not at all.”
Yuri Fujimori resisted the urge to roll her eyes for the thousandth time as she and her husband, Jiro, continued their trek through the mountains. “You never trust anything when it involves the Nobori-Kurenai kids…not even when they’re married to our own.”
She heard him grumble something intelligible under his breath and chuckled softly while gripping his hand a little more tightly. “They wanted to give us a gift, Jiro. Is that such a bad thing?”
“There’s a fine line between a “gift” and a second home in the mountains. With a hot spring!”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“I think it’s going to come back to haunt us one day. And where did they get the money for something like this to begin with?”
“Masao has his own clothing line, remember?”
“Oh don’t remind me…he still owes me for those fashion shows of his where he had you parade around in his “creations,” and, much to Yuri’s amusement, Jiro added to the disdain in his tone by actually air-quoting the word. “Not to mention all the photo shoots.”
“The clothes weren’t that bad…”
Her husband gave her a look.
She returned it with one her own. “What? They were tasteful.”
“I wouldn’t go so far to call them that.”
“Jiro…” clearly this was a conversation she’d had over and over again with her mate, given the slight exasperation in her tone. “Masao is not his grandfather.”
“He’s close enough.”
Sighing heavily and finally giving into the urge of rolling her eyes, she just tugged the reluctant looking wolf along as they made their way towards their destination. “You just don’t want to admit that, sometimes, Masao and his siblings have good ideas. Besides, the one who’s actually the most like Otoya is Maya; and we see very little of her to begin with.”
“Thank God. But where did she get the funds to chip in on this gift when she doesn’t work?”
“…Takeshi just told me she has her “ways”.”
“You know what? I’m not even going to bother asking you to elaborate on that one.”
Yuri paused, a grimace creasing her lovely features. “Oh trust me, I didn’t ask for any more information than that…”
It was silent for a moment before Jiro veered the conversation back to where it had started: “ And anyway, I don’t feel right accepting such a big gift from that family. Or do you not remember all the things we’ve been through because of them?”
Sighing once again, Yuri stopped in her tracks and turned to face her husband, realizing that if she didn’t stop this train of thought, he’d never stop complaining. “Baby, I love you, but this has to stop. I know you and Taiga will never be best friends but would it kill either of you to stop bickering like little children all the time? Wataru and I are getting sick of playing mediator. Look…” she sighed, draping her arms around his neck and leaning purposely into him, changing her tactic. “Whether you like it or not, we’re all family now. The kids wanted to show their appreciation and this is how they went about it. So…you could try to enjoy it a little, at least. If not for them, then for me.”
For a while, they just stood there, Yuri’s lovely eyes searching Jiro’s until, finally, in a very quiet voice, he mumbled: “Well…I guess…as far as presents go, it’s not that bad.”
Knowing she had him right where she wanted him, Yuri smirked. “That’s better,” She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips before continuing. “Think of it this way…it’s like we’re getting a second honeymoon. We’re all alone, with no one to disturb us…and a nice, big, empty house. Plenty of rooms to play in,” her eyes glittered gold seductively and her white and gold markings surfaced briefly. “Not to mention that hot spring that comes with it all.”
This seemed to do the trick, as Jiro’s demeanor brightened considerably and his eyes shimmered gold as well. “Well…when you put it that way,” he drew Yuri close against him, his voice a low murmur. “I can see the appeal.”
Giggling, Yuri stroked slowly over the bare skin exposed by the open collar of the red silk shirt that he wore, touching the tip of her nose to his before nuzzling affectionately. “So…shall we go explore our new…den?” she leaned up and nipped playfully at his lips.
Jiro growled softly and captured her mouth in a fervent kiss, making it clear that he liked this idea, before pulling back and finally granting her a smile. “Lead the way.”
One thing Jiro automatically appreciated about his new home with Yuri was how secluded it was. It was located high up in the mountains, in the heart of the forest, which was a far cry from the city home that he and his wife usually occupied. They both didn’t mind the hustle and bustle of life in Tokyo but it could sometimes be a little too distracting, particularly because their children and their spouses all lived nearby. This, in comparison, was quiet and offered little in the way of disruptions.
Upon entering, the first thing they both noticed was how nice the place smelled: clean and fresh, and above all, new.
A rush of excitement coursed through Yuri as her eyes took in their surroundings. “Oh Jiro…isn’t it beautiful?” she gushed, practically gliding up the entryway, pausing when she spotted some flower arrangements placed on a nearby table. “And look: Misako did some decorating,” She looked back and Jiro and sent him a beaming smile.
Something’s beautiful, all right, but it’s not the house…Jiro thought, as he watched his wife dart from room to room, following slowly.
“I like that there are lots of windows,” Yuri mentioned, grabbing her mate’s hand and leading him into the main living room. “It lets plenty of light in and we can look at the forest.”
Jiro, however, paused when something rather alarming caught his eye. “…Yuri. Darling. Please tell me my eyes are playing tricks on me and there’s not a portrait of us hanging over the fireplace?” he pointed.
She blinked, gazing at the painting. “Masao must have thought it would add a touch of elegance…”
“Elegance?” He turned towards her, his eyes wide. “In what way is that elegant?!” He gestured wildly at the portrait. “It’s disturbing, is what it is!”
“I think it’s rather sweet.”
“Yuri…”
The aggravation in his tone made her sigh and she rubbed at his back soothingly.
“We can take it down, don’t worry.”
“Thank you.”
Shaking her head and biting at her lip to keep from laughing, Yuri guided Jiro towards the kitchen, where there was a large bowl of fruit placed on the marble counter and a note sitting next to it.
Picking up the piece of paper, she read it out loud. “To our favorite parents-in-law: we all hope you enjoy your new home. With much love, Masao Kurenai; Misako Nobori-Fujimori; Maya Kurenai-Fujimori; and Mio Kurenai-Fujimori.” She paused, a warm smile crossing over her lovely face. “How thoughtful!”
“I still think they went a bit overboard,” Jiro went over to peer out the window. “Though admittedly this place does have a really nice view.”
Smiling, Yuri crossed over to him and wrapped her arms around his chest, tugging him back towards her while pressing a quick kiss to the base of his neck. “They’re just trying to be nice, dear…besides, we can redecorate.”
He paused, considering the idea. “Would that include the bedroom?”
She chuckled. “We haven’t even looked at it.”
“We should,” gripping her hand, he was suddenly hauling her off in another direction. “After all we’ll be spending a lot of time there.”
“Honey?”
“What?”
“You’re going the wrong way.”
“…Right.” He abruptly switched directions and her laughter could be heard throughout the halls.
Given how eager he had been to get there, it amused Yuri greatly when Jiro stopped and took a deep breath before gripping the knob to their bedroom door.
“Why are you pausing?”
“Because Masao clearly had a hand in the decorating.”
Chuckling, Yuri moved next to her husband and placed her hand over his. “I’d be more worried about the fact that Maya had a hand in decorating, to be honest.”
Jiro froze at the mere mention of the Fangire that was married to one of his sons. Sometimes he really had no idea how Takeshi could love someone that was such a notorious flirt and didn’t know the meaning of “sedate.” But, it was clear that the boy was crazy about her and knew how to handle her, and the Wolfen King wasn’t about to tell his children how to choose their mates. Still…the woman reminded him far too much of a person in his past that had caused one too many problems and just the thought of her flouncing around their bedroom was enough to make him shudder a little. “Great. You just made me more terrified.”
His wife pressed a calming kiss to the junction between his neck and shoulder.
“Let’s just open it together and if it’s really horrible…we’ll sleep by the fire tonight.”
“After I take down the painting.”
Jiro felt her smirk against his skin. “Yes. After.”
“Okay,” he breathed in deeply again. “On the count of three. One…two…three!”
Together, they opened the door and peered inside.
Yuri’s eyes widened as she moved around her husband to step into the room, and a delighted smile graced her lovely face as she looked around. “Oh, Jiro…this is wonderful!”
The only thing he could do was nod, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared in wonder at what had to be the perfect bedroom for the two of them.
The centerpiece was the huge bed: a futon that was covered with silk sheets and sprinkled liberally with white petals, which upon sniffing deeply he realized were not roses, but lilies. The room was lit romantically with vanilla scented candles, which were Yuri’s favorite, and on top of the covers, there were two absolutely gorgeous silk kimonos laid out for both of them, along with another note. This time, Jiro picked it up and read it.
“You should have a little more faith in me being able to control my sister…the kimonos were her idea, by the way…along with the flower petals. Also, the painting, which I hope you won’t take down (though admittedly I can see why you might do that to the one above the fireplace…but since I had taken the time to paint it, I figured I’d give it to you), is another little something from me. And try not to destroy our hard work in one haze of passion, will you? Regards; Masao Kurenai.”
Yuri nearly fell over in a fit of laughter at hearing the artist’s words.
“Painting? What painting? ” Jiro trailed off when Yuri managed to point above their bed and he saw it: an elegant watercolor that depicted a scene of the full moon hanging high over a river. “Oh…that painting. Well I guess that one can stay.”
Still trying to regain her breath from her laughing fit, Yuri patted Jiro on the shoulder and then moved over to the bed, fingering the kimonos. “These are so beautiful…I’m almost afraid to try it on.”
He watched her, transfixed by her graceful movements, his gaze lingering over the manner in which she touched the silk fabric: the tips of her fingers just barely brushing over the fine cloth, reverent and tender. “I imagine you’ll look very beautiful in it,” he approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her back towards him, smiling when she sighed happily and leaned into his embrace. “Then again…you look beautiful in anything,” he placed a soft kiss to the base of her neck, moving up along the slender column till he reached her ear, before whispering seductively. “Or nothing, for that matter.”
She groaned softly when he nibbled at her earlobe. “Jiro…”
“What? I’m just stating a truth,” he chuckled from low in his throat, his fingers moving deftly to the buttons on her blouse. “How about I help you put it on?”
“You’re just looking for an excuse to undress me,” but, it was clear she was not complaining when she twisted to face him and her own hands moved to undo the buttons on his shirt. “But if you insist.”
He just grinned before bridging the space between them and claiming her mouth with his, sufficiently distracting them both for a while.
When Yuri finally woke from the nap she’d indulged in after helping her husband break in their new bed, she stretched against the sheets, reveling in the texture of the fabric against her bare skin, and reached out for him, only to discover he was not there.
Sitting up and drawing the sheets to her chest, she looked around their bedroom, wondering what could have pulled him away, and then spotted a note sitting on top of her kimono, which he’d left for her on a nearby chair.
Rising and gathering the sheet around her like a dress, she walked over to pick up the piece of paper and read it.
“You really should come outside…it’s gorgeous out here.”
Chuckling softly, she dropped the sheet, and quickly dressed in the kimono, wrapping the gold silk loosely around her body before tying the crimson red sash that went along with it around her waist. Fluffing out her hair, she crossed over to the screen door that lead to the balcony and then went down the stairs into the traditional Japanese gardens, following the stone covered path till she managed to find her husband.
Jiro was standing, his back facing her; close to the hot springs that took up the majority of the large back yard. Her gaze raked over those broad shoulders, encased in dark red fabric, which clung to his leanly muscled frame perfectly. His head was tilted back, breathing in the fresh mountain air while basking in the light from the full moon in the sky, which washed over him and added to the romantic image he made in Yuri’s eyes.
Smiling, she made her way quietly over to him, but he quickly sensed her presence, and turned, greeting her with a warm, open smile, his eyes raking over her appreciatively. “You look so beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she returned, eyes roaming over him and taking in how handsome he looked in that kimono.
The crimson color suited Jiro well, bringing out his lightly tanned complexion and dark eyes. He wore the garment loosely, the collar opened and baring plenty of skin, which caused her gaze to linger over his collarbone and the fang necklace that was always dangling around his throat.
Licking at her suddenly dry lips and fighting the urge to pounce him, which tended to run high when there was a full moon anyway, Yuri managed: “Not bad at all…”
Jiro just smirked and reached out towards her. “Come here.”
She went more than willingly, allowing her mate to gather her in those strong arms and kiss her passionately, moaning as his hands eased their way up her spine, the warmth of his skin practically searing through the thin cloth covering her back. “Jiro…” she gasped when he pressed fully against her and she could tell how much he desired her. Pulling back, she arched her eyebrows. “I know it’s a full moon and all but even you must have limits.”
He chuckled, reaching for the sash that kept the kimono tied around her. “That’s why I suggested we both take a nap…I feel nice and refreshed now. Besides…you did want to try out this hot spring, didn’t you?” He tugged the silk away and parted the robe from her shoulders.
She shivered pleasantly when he ran an elegant finger up along her arm. “That’s true, I did…”
“Then what are we waiting for?” He murmured, his voice low and sensual.
Those words were all it took for her to lunge at him, and he laughed brightly when she reached eagerly for his kimono and divested him of it in record time.
Kissing her lovingly, Jiro scooped Yuri up in his arms and carried her gallantly into the water.
She sighed happily when he set her down gently, only to settle against her seconds later, the two of them embracing with growing fervor in the warm water.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he stroked slowly along her thigh, a half moon mark appearing there and darkening in color while her white and gold Wolfen markings spread across her skin.
Pulling back to admire her, Jiro’s eyes shimmered to a deep gold and he smiled warmly before tracing along the pattern of a marking on her neck, his touch light, feathery, and making her arch instinctively into him. He leaned close, brushing his lips against hers. “When you look like this….” his fingers moved deftly across her shoulder, before traveling down, his touch lingering over the white fang that dangled around her neck, a gift that symbolized the bond between them. Those eyes raked over her, taking in the way her markings practically glowed upon her skin, the droplets of moisture that clung to her body only adding to the sensual picture she made. “So utterly beautiful,” he growled softly before kissing her, gathering her against him and smirking at the soft gasp that emitted when his fingers trailed over her hip beneath the water. “I just want to possess you completely.”
Yuri moaned and dragged him as close as possible. “You already do possess me,” she dug her nails into the tender skin of his back, startling a pleased hiss out of him and causing his own markings, dark blue and red, to blossom over his body. “And for the record…I’m pretty sure I possess you too.” She stroked over his chest now, admiring him the way he’d just admired her, which wasn’t difficult, since he always looked more handsome than ever to her once those markings were out anyway.
He chuckled at seeing the lust apparent in her now gold eyes, and then his lips crashed against hers in yet another ardent kiss. “That you do, my love…that you do.”
From then on there was no more talking as they worshipped each other with affection, the pair attuned to one another as the drive to mate overtook them and they were carried away by pleasure.
“You know…when I said I wanted to try out the hot springs, I meant for an actual bath.” Yuri mumbled tiredly sometime later, slumped against Jiro and drawing invisible figures along his bare chest.
The wolf holding her, one hand stroking languidly over her back, chuckled. “My idea was better.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She arched an eyebrow but said nothing, instead dipping her head down and darting soft kisses along Jiro’s chest, smirking at the pleased growl that escaped her wolf. “So…” she moved so she could look into his eyes, grinning as she reached out and brushed damp strands of hair away from his eyes. “Are you not minding our new home so much now?”
He smiled gently and swept her tangled, wet hair away from her shoulder. “Yuri…the fact of the matter is: you’re my home…and as long as we’re together, where we are doesn’t matter.”
“But a secluded manor in the woods isn’t bad, right?”
He laughed and pulled her even closer. “No, it’s not bad at all…but my point still stands.”
“I know,” she smiled and then touched her lips to his. “And I agree with it completely.”
The End