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When it Comes to the End
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+S to Z › Samurai 7
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,230
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0
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Disclaimer:
I hold no claim over neither the characters in SAMURAI 7 nor Nasami. Samuraiko is the creator of Kakita Nasami. I am no making profit from these stories.
Instinct in Sleep
Based on the characters Nasami © samuraiko, and Shimada Kambei © Samurai 7, GONZO, etc.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own characters in SAMURAI 7 nor do I own Nasami. I am not making profit on these stories and write merely for entertainment.
Characters: Kambei/Nasami
Nasami wasn’t sure what jerked her awake so late in the night, when the room was still completely engulfed in darkness, but she couldn’t help feeling a creeping sense of dread lull inside of her. In her sleep she must have dreamed and she must have dreamt of something unpleasant, even if she couldn’t remember it. Her insides trembled slightly and she burrowed herself in the plush covers of her bed.
Keeping her eyes wide open, there was nothing but the emptiness of darkness. The weight of the bed she lay on shared the knowledge that her husband was beside her, close to her, but heavily asleep and oblivious. She rubbed her feet together slowly, almost afraid to move. Her breathing started shallowly and he stirred from the sound and presence of her without realizing it.
“What’s wrong…?” Kambei slurred sleepily.
His eyes were closed. She made a quiet moaning sound in her throat, touching her fingers to her mouth and she was terrified that her dream would come slithering back into her head, heat welling to the back of her eyes.
“…Nothing.” She whispered.
Kambei wrinkled his nose. It was something he did when he didn’t believe her and it made him look like a younger boy when he did that, Nasami thought, her heart suddenly happy he was there beside her.
“Bad dream…” she said at last.
She trembled again, cold, and he felt it. He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around her, making his arm a pillow for her head and she was suddenly cocooned in his arms in a swift movement. He sighed loudly and murmured again, “It’s okay…” and he fell back asleep.
She lay very still. Pressing her hands and lips against his firm chest, she implanted the feel and taste and scent of his flesh in her memory for another countless time, willing herself to memorize him ultimately. She nuzzled her nose in between his chest, where his comparatively massive scar cut across his body, and it was on instinct that his body molded to hers. When instinct occurs with two people, she thought, then instinct becomes a common practice between a man and his wife.
Within seconds, Nasami fell back asleep.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own characters in SAMURAI 7 nor do I own Nasami. I am not making profit on these stories and write merely for entertainment.
Characters: Kambei/Nasami
Nasami wasn’t sure what jerked her awake so late in the night, when the room was still completely engulfed in darkness, but she couldn’t help feeling a creeping sense of dread lull inside of her. In her sleep she must have dreamed and she must have dreamt of something unpleasant, even if she couldn’t remember it. Her insides trembled slightly and she burrowed herself in the plush covers of her bed.
Keeping her eyes wide open, there was nothing but the emptiness of darkness. The weight of the bed she lay on shared the knowledge that her husband was beside her, close to her, but heavily asleep and oblivious. She rubbed her feet together slowly, almost afraid to move. Her breathing started shallowly and he stirred from the sound and presence of her without realizing it.
“What’s wrong…?” Kambei slurred sleepily.
His eyes were closed. She made a quiet moaning sound in her throat, touching her fingers to her mouth and she was terrified that her dream would come slithering back into her head, heat welling to the back of her eyes.
“…Nothing.” She whispered.
Kambei wrinkled his nose. It was something he did when he didn’t believe her and it made him look like a younger boy when he did that, Nasami thought, her heart suddenly happy he was there beside her.
“Bad dream…” she said at last.
She trembled again, cold, and he felt it. He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around her, making his arm a pillow for her head and she was suddenly cocooned in his arms in a swift movement. He sighed loudly and murmured again, “It’s okay…” and he fell back asleep.
She lay very still. Pressing her hands and lips against his firm chest, she implanted the feel and taste and scent of his flesh in her memory for another countless time, willing herself to memorize him ultimately. She nuzzled her nose in between his chest, where his comparatively massive scar cut across his body, and it was on instinct that his body molded to hers. When instinct occurs with two people, she thought, then instinct becomes a common practice between a man and his wife.
Within seconds, Nasami fell back asleep.