When I sat down to write this section, I did not expect it to go in the direction it did. My original thought was for a PG rated scene with flirtation, and instead I wound up writing an H scene. So, standard NSFW warning, and, um, be gentle?
I wake up with the recognition that I’m not exactly in the same condition I fell asleep in. I recall falling asleep next to Rika’s bed, holding her hand. I awake finding myself in her bed, under the covers, with a sleeping Rika pressing her back up to me. Then I notice that her exposed shoulder no longer has the cover of the red dress she was wearing when I put her to bed last night. In fact, it lacks any cover at all.
I cautiously lift the covers and look, and immediately drop it, recognizing her state of undress. I check and find myself still in the clothing I remember from yesterday. The room is incredibly dark, just a trace of light around the heavy cloth covering her windows. I try to get up, and realize I can’t. My arm is currently being squeezed like a beloved teddy bear by Rika.
I crane my head to look at the clock, and realize that I am easily an hour past my run time with Emi. I look at my phone with my free hand. Yes, there is a message. “Where are you two? Do I have to kick both of your asses?”
I message back, “Rika had problems last night, I stayed up taking care of her. Will catch you later in the day. I know where to find you.”
I dimly start to process where Rika has positioned my arm, and that my hand was resting on the top end of her sternum. I start to run a finger along, when it comes against something different, but familiar. I realize at once, it’s scar tissue. My finger was on top of her scar. I trace it, following as far as my finger could go without moving my arm.
She stirs slightly, and her hands, still clinging to my arm, drag it a bit further down her body. I gasp as I realize my hand now was right between her breasts. I freeze, my mind racing in a dozen directions all at once.
“You know, you can touch them,” Rika says in what sounds very playful.
I look down at her. “How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough,” she says, just before she rolls her body slightly, putting my still trapped hand right on top of her breast. Her head turns to face me.
“Hisao?” she says softly. “I meant what I said last night.”
“Now would not be a good time, for either of us.” I say. “We both missed our evening medication, and I can’t take my morning pills while here, can I?”
Rika smiles. “I did remember to take my medication this morning,” she says.
“Oh really, when?”
“When I got up to undress,” she says slyly. “You know, that dress is a pain to sleep in.”
“Next time I’ll be sure you don’t sleep in it, er, I mean...”
Rika bursts out laughing at that. It is a beautiful sound. She then looks down. “Did you peek?”
“Do you want to?” She looks back up at me.
“I would be lying if I said no.”
“I might let you,” she says in a playful tone.
“It’s nearly pitch black in here, you realize,” I tell her.
“Then what’s the harm?” She asks.
“The harm is that because I can’t see, I may feel instead, and that will lead to the place we shouldn’t go right now.”
She gasps slightly. It dawns on me that my hand has been playing with her this whole time, just gentle finger motions. With her grip on it, she controlled where those motions are on her body. As well, her back is pressed hard into my front, moving just slightly to make me very aware of her.
“And what if I like feeling?”
“How did you get me into the bed, anyways?” I ask her, trying to focus my mind elsewhere.
“I poked your shoulder and told you to go to bed,” she says in a matter of fact tone. “You listened very well.”
“Well, most men will obey a beautiful naked woman.”
I can just about see her eyes go wide at that. “I… you… uh… think… beautiful?”
“Certainly, isn’t it obvious?”
She bites her lip before allowing a small smile to spread across her face. She then presses herself against me even harder, her curves pressing in areas that demanded attention.
“I like it when you call me beautiful,” she says, her eyes closing. She leans in to whisper to my ear, “You are beautiful too, Hisao.” The trace of kisses down my neck send shivers along my spine. She lays back down on the bed, and using a leg, pulls the covers off of us with a few kicks, exposing herself fully to me in the dim light.
As my eyes wander down her form, I can feel my will eroding. Why was I resisting again?
I answer that question the only way I can, by meeting her mouth with mine. When we part, I find my lips wandering. A gentle kiss on her chin, neck, collarbone, sternum. I realize dimly that my hand is now free and slowly sliding down her side. Lips meet one breast, then the other. I am dimly aware that she has rolled over to allow me better access to her.
The cooing noises Rika is making only encourage me onwards. Her hands in my hair guide me further along her body. At this point, instinct is what is driving us, an instinctive drive so primitive it defies rational thought.
I vaguely remember that this was a bad idea, but I cannot remember why.
I am guided back to her lips once more. I have a vague feeling of buttons being undone, and my shirt being slid off my shoulders. My pants feel too restrictive for some reason. No, they’re not there, my hands moving on their own accord. It is not important.
She looks, nervous, but wanting. I can feel her hands tremble as she runs them up my chest. I take hold of them, and kiss the knuckles one by one before release. Her eyes close in enjoyment of the sensation.
I feel her legs around me, an awkward position while to the side of her. I shift over her to be more comfortable, returning my lips to hers. She shifts a bit more, and then something changes. We both freeze as we feel it happen. I find myself buried in warmth.
She starts to gasp, her eyes wide as I see her trying to make sense of what she was feeling. Her hands settle on my sides, just above my hips, and gently try and pull me closer to her. As I follow her guidance, I find the sensation increasing, setting us into a shared rhythm of motion.
All I know is need. I need her. I need all of her. Why was this a bad idea again?
An eternity of need, of hunger, and want, all fueling what is driving us both. I can feel it building, the pressure, the need, the heat. She cries out as something in her is driven over the edge. And then, the white noise of release.
Slowly, my awareness returns, my breathing deep and relaxed. Dimly, my reason starts to awaken again, and I close my eyes to focus on my heartbeat. It is high, but not dangerously so. Not even a twinge of pain. I breathe a bit easier.
I look to my partner, still below me, and gaze at her in the dim light. She seems to be doing the same as I was, her eyes closed in concentration. Seemingly pleased with her conclusion, she opens them and looks up at me.
“Good morning,” I tell her.
She laughs. “And a good morning to you too.”
“I guess your list is complete?” I ask her.
She shrugs a shoulder. “I guess so.”
“How do you feel?”
She wraps her arms around my shoulders. “Happy.”
At this point is when the thumping at the door wakes us out of our bliss.
“Rika, I heard some noises,” came Aoi’s voice on the other side of it. “Are you alright?”
Quickly I get off Rika and look around, not remembering where my clothes had vanished to. Rika seems to have thought of the same thing, but neither of us had managed to make much progress when the worst sound we could have imagined filled the room.
The door opening.
We freeze, and look at the door, terror clear on our faces.
Then, the simple white cane leads Aoi into the room. “Rika? Are you there?”
She coughs a bit. “Yes, I’m here. Fine, everything’s fine, so you don’t need to worry about it.”
I stay silent. Between the dim light and Aoi’s sight, maybe she won’t realize I’m there.
“Oh, then what did I hear?”
“Just, uh, stuff,” she replies.
I suppress a chuckle.
“Well, if you’re alright, I’ll get back to reading,” Aoi says as she turns to walk out.
At the door she calls back, “And when you and Hisao head out, don’t take the elevator. Too many eyes in the main room this morning.” She giggles as she closes the door.
We both lay there in shock a moment before we burst out laughing.
When we stop, she gives me a small peck before reaching over to her table, and the notebook sitting on it. With a bit of a flourish, she crosses off the last line of her list, then throws it back to the table.
“There, all done.”
“Did you really need to do all of them in 24 hours?” I ask her.
“I did not want to lose my courage.” She then sighed a bit. “And I wanted to know before I saw my father today.”
She considers something a moment. Then she reaches over to her clutch, and pulls out her phone. She opens it, and dials a number.
“Hey, dad? About lunch today. Could I bring a friend with me?” She pauses to hear the response. “No, nobody you’ve met before. Only transferred in a bit over a month ago.” She pauses again. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”
“Did you just invite me to meet your father?” I ask.
“Is that ok?” She looks at me, a bit of apprehension on her face.
“I thought after last night you would be angry at him.”
She nods. “I am more confused than anything.” She sighs. “And I’m not ready to confront him about it yet. Not all of it anyways. Today, let’s try with one item, ok?”
“And which item would that be?”
She gives me a coy look. “Well, that depends on if you are joining us, doesn’t it?”
It takes me a few moments to realize what she’s saying. “Oh! You mean, having a boyfriend?”
She pushes at my shoulder playfully. “Well, naturally. And, I think you may be the easier one for him to handle.”
“If he objects due to my condition, we have your own condition to defend with,” she says.
I ponder this a moment. “Makes sense. But, when will you ask about the rest of them?”
She nods. “I need to process everything still. If I try and confront him now, I could say something that would hurt him, and I never want to do that.”
I nod. “Anything I should know before meeting him?”
“My father,” she sighs before completing her thought, “is not in good health either.”
“Is that why your mother works so much while he has more free time?”
She nods. “His own disabilities limit what he can work. He still works, but it’s not to anywhere near what my mother does.”
“Should I ask what they are?”
She says, “He lost a leg in an industrial accident, and has some chemical burns remaining from it. You likely will not see them, but you may notice the slight limp from his prosthetic. It all happened before I was born, mind you.”
I nod. “Alright. I’ll avoid the topic.”
“So, you’ll come?” She asks.
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”