Parallel's Playground
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Hot Water
Fic Title: Parallel's Playground
Chapter Title: Hot Water (5/?)
Fic Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating: NC17 (( ur all like YAY aren’t you? Pervs :P ))
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Sakura Kinomoto X Fujitaka Kinomoto (Sakura Avalon X Aiden Avalon)
Word Count: 3,290
Notes: As always: Jessa sucks at multichapter things and editing her own work, I do my best, so please bare with me ^_^ YAY the SMUT! Yeah >_> I prolly had wwwaaayyyy to much fun writing this but eh…
Snifflepepper: YAY!!! *glomp* you’re always the first to review; and I enjoy your reviews so very much ^_^ *virtual cookies* If you liked the chapter I suggest you read Coraline… great creepy book, and its where I got the idea from ^_^ I hope you enjoy the chapter!! *giggle* Viva la Parallel Playground! Made me smile so much, thank you!!!! Heh, and I may take you up on that offer; I can always use more slaves/worshipers/cheerleaders!!! ^_^
Aiko: I present you with the next chapter! Let the cliff hanger end!! ^_^ heehee, hope you enjoy!
TrinityLayne: heehee, glad you decided to give it a chance! Heh, I like lotsa odd pairings XD I thought I’d write this cuz… well, I’ve never seen any other FXS fic O.o *blush* awww that’s sweet, thank you so much! I’m delighted you enjoy it so much! I plan to continue to the end! Although… may take a while XD heh…
Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money, just playing with them for fun!
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She had spent a few long moments listening to the sound of the water, the soft hiss and gentle slosh of it as it slid and licked around the form sitting crumpled in the bathtub. Even the hall smelled of sweet flowery soap and sharp sour antiseptic. The tiny hallway was empty, all the workers shut up in their rooms, resting. Sakura sat nestled against the corner where the bathroom door met the wall; listening. The muddy yellow light made the pearl walls look unclean, the thin threadbare carpet lying crooked on the floor giving the hall a somewhat slanted look. The lamp that dangled limply from the ceiling was dented, the black metal frame of it throwing off dented shadows along the walls. Somewhere in a room nearby, a radio crackled, and a song broken by static began to leak through the thin walls.
Despite the fact of being nestled in a corner, in the hallway of a less then luxury hotel, Sakura felt a confound sense of calm and comfort. The floor under her was solid and unmoving, stilling the dizzy panic still lingering in her mind. The gentle sounds of water from the next room, the hum of Fujitaka’s even breath, bid calm to her like nothing else could. She had very nearly passed out, changing the Fly card to her fly card, and then darting into the night with her father in tow. She had had to leave him on the edge of the trees, drop down and shed the wings from her back, before stumbling weak and woozy into the hotel, crying out for help. The hours had bled by in a blur after that; slowly oozing away until Fujitaka’s eyes opened, and he smiled, and asked where his daughter was.
The maids had hauled buckets and buckets and hot water up the stairs to fill his tub, and one of the other workers had supplied a bottle of ointment to help with the venom of his stings. Sakura sat just outside the bathroom and listened, content to hear the sound of him breathing, and to rest. Slowly, she became aware of the sound of her father’s voice; weakly singing to the faint crackling music that filtered through the thin walls. Unable to stop a smile, a fond grin, Sakura hauled herself to her feet, brushing the dust and dirt from her white cotton pajamas. The air inside was cool, made her heated body feel as if floating. The windows to the jungle were all thrown open tonight, welcoming in the rare cool wind that graced the night. As Sakura meekly slid through the bathroom door, she could see the night hanging bright and brilliant before the open doors and windows. Rich royal blue speckled with smoky grey stars. The tiles in the bathroom sucked up the cold, their cracked lackluster surface chilling on her tiny bare toes.
“Sakura?” his voice was tired and sore, but had adopted back his soft friendly tone. “You’re still awake?” She turned on her heels to face him, her arms folded nervously behind her back as a shy sheepish smile adorned her mouth.
“I couldn’t sleep…” she murmured, glancing shyly at her curling toes and adding, “I was really worried about you…”
“I’m fine,” Fujitaka said with an easy mellow grin, his pain unhidden but not quite unbearable. “I just need to soak a while longer, that’s all…” he was carefully squeezing dollops of ointment onto his fingertips, smoothing it over the angry red spots that covered his hands and his arms, his legs and chest.
“… Weren’t you scared at all?” Sakura crept closer one tiny inch at a time, her eyes flicking over each bright red wound he had taken for her. She wanted to add it was a stupid thing to do; she wanted to tell him that if she hadn’t done something, he could have-
“No, I wasn’t scared at all actually…” he said, the thoughtfulness in his voice creased ever so slightly with pain as he struggled to dab the spots littered across his shoulders. “I was just thinking… I hoped you had gotten far enough away… it would have been worse if the wasps had gotten to you…” even now worry draped his words; his eyes turned down and cool with the feeling. The water curved down his wet limbs as he rinsed the sores over his arms, the sound of it mingling with the soft murmur of wind chimes from somewhere outside.
Sakura felt something inside her grow cold, her hands gripping tightly at the too-long sleeves that dangled before her fingers. Her brows drew down and her lips tightened into a sort of distressed pout. She opened her mouth to speak.
“I’m not sorry,” Fujitaka said before she had a chance to speak, still wearing his feathery fatherly grin. “You haven’t done anything wrong Sakura, none of this is your fault… I’m just going to take a day or two off, and then I’ll be able to get back to work, no harm done…I’m just lucky you were able to call someone for help.”
Sakura nodded stiffly, slowly lifting her eyes to his. He had protected his face with his hands, but a blemish or two were visible. From where she stood she could see his shoulders were badly damaged, and so was the skin of his back. Sakura’s vision blurred, her eyes prickling with unshed tears. Her throat felt thick as the worry she had felt for him all that time he was unconscious writhed in her stomach.
Wordlessly she crept forward, carefully wrapping her arms around his bare wet shoulders, leaning over the edge of the tall claw-footed bathtub. Fujitaka winced slightly and became very still, before his hands settled feather-light on her shoulders. For a few long moments she lingered, feeling the steam snake up and lick along her bare stomach, her pajama top crumpled about her ribs. Fujitaka held her gently, little by little allowing his head to rest on her shoulder. He took a deep breath, ridding his nose of the scent if ointment and soap, replacing it with the stale summery smell of his child. The moment she drew away he wished not to let go, his hands buckling tight around her shoulders as if to hold her there. Sakura was still a moment, looking up into his eyes with a deep sense of question, her cheeks pink and her lips parted. The moments dripped by, slow as cold molasses, until finally he let her go. Fujitaka struggled between relief and loss.
“Can I have the ointment stuff?” Sakura questioned, holding up her open and waiting hand. Fujitaka smiled, a little more weakly then before, and handed her the small tube without thinking much of it. The steam and the wind wove in ribbons through the air, making one breath tastes of cold and the next of warm. The thick leafy plants that hung in too-small pots from the ceiling dusted Sakura’s tussled hair as she slid around the other side of the tub, squeezing small dots of cream over her fingertips.
“Let me get the ones on your back, okay?” she said, placing the tube down on a small stool drawn close to the bathtub, already piled with dry hand towels and linen wraps. Her hands shook slightly as they hovered over the damaged expanse of his back; she watched as the water drops traced his shoulder blades, skated down his spine.
“That’s fine, Thank you Sakura,” Fujitaka’s voice jostled her from her slight daze. Smiling shyly, her cheeks now kissed with pale rose petal pink, Sakura lowered her fingers over his skin. She paid close attention to every single little red spot, gently rubbing on the cool slick cream, and sometimes cleaning the spots with a few swipes of the wash cloth. Fujitaka’s shoulders fell in relaxation as she worked; his eyes sliding shut as the solid sheet of pain constricting his back was broken up little by little.
“How’s that…?”
“Good…” he breathed, relief in his voice as the gentle drops of water slid down his back, the pain eased and numbed my the sting-ointment, by the fingers that soothed him so carefully.
“I still…”
Fujitaka’s eyes cracked open hazily, looking over his shoulder through the ribbons of steam. Sakura had leaned so close to him, bent awkwardly over the edge of the tub to reach the sores lower on his back, just above the edge of the water. His stomach twisted in unexpected sudden desire.
“You still…?”
“I still don’t know… how you did what you did… so easy…” Sakura murmured, never faltering in her task, although her hands began to shake ever so slightly. Her eyes flicked up; glassy jade disks under a sweep of cameral bangs. Fujitaka felt his throat tightened, felt his hands drift easily through the air as a helpless little chuckle tumbled past his lips.
“It was easy because I love you, and I can’t imagine letting you be hurt,” he murmured, looking away, unable to meet her eyes as his hands closed around her ribs and lifted her into the steaming water. The pain of it was nothing, for his attention was on the way her body bent first in shock, then accommodation, allowing herself to be eased into the water with him. Her legs settled shaking on either side of his naked lap, her hands clipping onto his shoulders, unsure of where else to rest. Her face was alight in confusion, a furious flurry of bright emerald sparks making her eyes as gems. Her breath caught and became still inside her, her lungs swollen and lips hung open; pink and soft and inviting. The water opened up under her and swallowed her small body, closing heavily around her and seeping up the fabric of her shorts, her shirt, soaking them through.
“What are you-?” In the space of three words he was already dizzy on how breathless she was. But he stopped her, cut out her words and her voice as he pressed his mouth smoothly, hotly against hers.
Sakura’s eyes flew wide open, unfocused, a startled sudden yelp pressed between their mouths. It was almost what she imagined; those nights before in the hotel, when she toyed with the idea of letting him kiss her again. It would be a small kiss, a chaste one on her lips, an almost innocent thought that stirred up the throbbing between her legs.
Sakura’s stomach knotted as she felt his tongue slipping firmly between her lips, this kiss hungrier then the one before. She felt suddenly frightened, the act of it seeming so much worse then the simple thought. Shame and something else, some want she didn’t want to think about battled across her hazy mind as her eyes clenched shut, her hands pushing meekly, half heartedly on Fujitaka’s shoulders. His eyes opened heavily, deep and dilated as he peered at her, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulling it into his mouth. His tongue flicked across the petal-soft skin before he began to suck, his arms still locked tightly around her ribs. Sakura felt a moan vibrate through her chest, the pleasure unraveling her already jaded thoughts. Her mind felt halted by this pleasure, and somewhere still she knew it had to stop so she could at least think. Think to tell him he had to-
But suddenly his mouth was back on hers, lips moving smoothly against her, his tongue pushing her lips apart. Her jaw fell open to a sudden shaky moan; her hands pushing weakly against his chest once more as she felt the warm wet muscle slide against her own tongue.
She pushed him harder. Her tongue slid meekly against his, giving a few soft unsure flicks. Fujitaka purred deep in his throat, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of Sakura’s neck; tilt her head back and open her mouth wider. He kissed her deeply, letting the moments slip by, letting her struggle between pushing him weakly and kissing him back. Her moans grew steadily louder, need leaking out in her voice until her mouth was open and unresisting to him, her tongue sliding across his, licking softly at his lips, pushing them apart and slipping into his mouth, waiting to be sucked. He kissed her this way for a long while, his insides knotted and his mind a blur of desire, his whole body shaking at the feeling of her needy little lips.
The crackling radio music suddenly became more apparent, the volume spiked against Sakura’s whimpering moans.
There's a part of me you'll never know
The only thing I'll never show
Fujitaka’s stomach jumped and he leaned back, his lips lightly on Sakura’s as he murmured “Shhh… quiet,” his mouth skimmed hers as he spoke, then he leaned down, painting her neck with kisses.
...Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly…
Sakura breathed in sharply, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out. Something inside her bid her to open her mouth, to speak (to ask him to stop?) but she knew if she opened her mouth she’d be moaning and whimpering, and Fujitaka asked her to be quiet.
Fujitaka’s lips skimmed along her neck, his fingers urging her to tilt her head, to bare her skin. Holding her breath Sakura allowed herself to be moved, too foggy and fragile to fight. Unable to moan she took in deep raspy breaths, struggling to stay quiet as Fujitaka closed his mouth around the soft skin of her neck, gently scraping it with his teeth. Her body jolted, water flicking up against the side of the tub, as she brought one curled little fist to her mouth and bit down, clenching her eyes. Then sis lips were on her ear; tracing the shell, his teeth clipping the lobe before his tongue lapped hot and flat across it. Sakura shuddered; a faint whimper slipping passed her clenched teeth. Sakura squirmed helplessly, mindlessly, gasping as she felt a forceful nudge between her legs.
“S-Sakura,” Fujitaka whispered against her ear, voice dusky with arousal. She became very still in his lap, feeling the warm solid flesh of Fujitaka’s cock pressed to her under the water, the shaft nudging firmly between her legs, the head settled firmly below her stomach. Suddenly his hands were on her hips and he was pulling her, rocking his hips, rubbing himself to her under the water. Sakura fell weakly against his chest, unable to stay quiet for another moment, a cry bubbling past her lips.
“D-daddy…” she moaned, eyes clenched tightly shut, lips swollen and red from kissing. “MM-god-D-daddy!” her body melted against him, limp, unresisting. She felt light despite all the heavy wet fabric, hot despite the cooling water and chilling night wind.
“Shh, Sakura…” he breathed against her ear, voice rough, his words poised on the edge of a pleasured purr as he pulled her against a slow steady thrust, his cock sweeping between her legs and along the slight curve of her belly. Sakura gave a desperate helpless cry, the sound strangled in her throat.
“Daddy…”
Fujitaka moaned softly, pushing his hips forward with a sharp needy snap.
“Sakura… please…” he couldn’t stand the sound of it; that word twisted into such a sick wanton moan.
Boneless and weak Sakura lay against him, her mouth on his ear, her breath hot and ragged as she pleaded. “Daddy, please daddy…” she was begging, near crying, her whole body shaking badly.
A shudder carved down Fujitaka’s spine as her voice shredded through his mind, even after Sakura fell silent, he could hear her voice like an echo. Weak now from desire, he let a hand creep down her front; no more hesitation in his actions.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered against her ear, still holding her firmly in his lap while his other hand dipped under the water and pushed into her shorts. “Keep talking…”
Sakura began to tense, her knees folding up, her legs weakly falling shut.
“Daddy…”
“Shhh, it’s okay….” He nudged her thighs wide apart, sliding one finger under the layers of clothing, until it swept smooth along her warm wet swollen lips.
“Aah! D-daddy…” the words was stretched over a long quaking whimper, Sakura’s voice muffled as she buried her face against Fujitaka’s neck. She whimpered helplessly, caught between wanting to close her legs, or buck her hips.
“Is it good…?” he whispered, answered only by a long shaky whimper. Tilting his head down, Fujitaka watched between their bodies through the murky-transparent white fabric as his fingers spread those sweet soft lips, carefully dipping inside.
Sakura inhaled sharply, her hips jolting away from the sudden intrusion, but Fujitaka’s arm was hooked around the small of her back. His fingers stroked soothingly at the swollen tender lips, following the crease up until he found her clit nestled in the folds. Sakura wriggled against him, eyes unfocused and dilated, gasping and murmuring helplessly as he stroked that one spot, offering not one moment of relief. As before, Fujitaka let Sakura move between squirming away and moving against his fingers, continuously stroking that one spot, until her legs where wide open and she was pleading.
“Oh god… daddy…please… you’re… if you don’t…. I’m…”
At the last possible moment, Fujitaka drew his fingers away from the swollen little button of flesh, pushing one finger firmly inside. Sakura jolted sharply, her body clenching against the intrusion. Her insides pulsed.
“Sakura…” he spoke only her name, his fingers wrapping about her small wrist, drawing her hand down between his legs. Guiding her, he curled her fingers around his cock under his own hand, holding them their snuggly, and began to buck his hips. He shuddered at the feel of his shaft sliding against the grasp of her small wet fingers, fighting to keep his pace even and steady.
“You’re so… big…” Sakura whimpered hazily, lying weakly against his chest, her gaze tilted down, fixed on the flushed head of her father’s cock as it bobbed against their curled fingers. Fujitaka answered with a breathy halted moan, his other hand moving between Sakura’s legs, his fingers stroking firmly at her tender lips, her swollen clit.
“Ready now, Sakura?” Fujitaka breathed, using his fingers to spread her lips while he rubbed smooth and firm at that one perfect spot. Sakura’s fingers closed tighter around his flushed cock, pulling a soft purr from her father’s throat as his hips bucked harder, his cock pushing against the tight grip. She could only moan in response, a helpless needy mindless sound, before her whole body began to shake uncontrollably. His fingers still rubbing Sakura continued to quake and throb as the seconds ticked by, her jaw clenched as he fought back the urge to scream. She could feel her father’s shaft twitch against her fingers, hear the soft strangled sound of his moan as finally he became still, something white leaking into the water around his cock.
He fell against the wall of the tub, she against his chest, and for a long while they simply lay there, not realizing how cold the water had gotten, how unpleasant the wind on their wet skin was.
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Yeah… I really am stopping there >_> what can I say, I don’t like reading/writing much after the smut bit… so I leave you with another cliffhanger-ish… thing XD
I have no excuse, I just wanted to write some smut >_> heeheehee
Anyway, more plot next chapter, promise ^_^ Please review! Reviews are what inspire me to do more! With such stress (grade 12, applying for uni, lotsa other joyous things >_>), inspiration goes a long way ^_^ Thank you so much for reading!
Chapter Title: Hot Water (5/?)
Fic Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating: NC17 (( ur all like YAY aren’t you? Pervs :P ))
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Sakura Kinomoto X Fujitaka Kinomoto (Sakura Avalon X Aiden Avalon)
Word Count: 3,290
Notes: As always: Jessa sucks at multichapter things and editing her own work, I do my best, so please bare with me ^_^ YAY the SMUT! Yeah >_> I prolly had wwwaaayyyy to much fun writing this but eh…
Snifflepepper: YAY!!! *glomp* you’re always the first to review; and I enjoy your reviews so very much ^_^ *virtual cookies* If you liked the chapter I suggest you read Coraline… great creepy book, and its where I got the idea from ^_^ I hope you enjoy the chapter!! *giggle* Viva la Parallel Playground! Made me smile so much, thank you!!!! Heh, and I may take you up on that offer; I can always use more slaves/worshipers/cheerleaders!!! ^_^
Aiko: I present you with the next chapter! Let the cliff hanger end!! ^_^ heehee, hope you enjoy!
TrinityLayne: heehee, glad you decided to give it a chance! Heh, I like lotsa odd pairings XD I thought I’d write this cuz… well, I’ve never seen any other FXS fic O.o *blush* awww that’s sweet, thank you so much! I’m delighted you enjoy it so much! I plan to continue to the end! Although… may take a while XD heh…
Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money, just playing with them for fun!
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She had spent a few long moments listening to the sound of the water, the soft hiss and gentle slosh of it as it slid and licked around the form sitting crumpled in the bathtub. Even the hall smelled of sweet flowery soap and sharp sour antiseptic. The tiny hallway was empty, all the workers shut up in their rooms, resting. Sakura sat nestled against the corner where the bathroom door met the wall; listening. The muddy yellow light made the pearl walls look unclean, the thin threadbare carpet lying crooked on the floor giving the hall a somewhat slanted look. The lamp that dangled limply from the ceiling was dented, the black metal frame of it throwing off dented shadows along the walls. Somewhere in a room nearby, a radio crackled, and a song broken by static began to leak through the thin walls.
Despite the fact of being nestled in a corner, in the hallway of a less then luxury hotel, Sakura felt a confound sense of calm and comfort. The floor under her was solid and unmoving, stilling the dizzy panic still lingering in her mind. The gentle sounds of water from the next room, the hum of Fujitaka’s even breath, bid calm to her like nothing else could. She had very nearly passed out, changing the Fly card to her fly card, and then darting into the night with her father in tow. She had had to leave him on the edge of the trees, drop down and shed the wings from her back, before stumbling weak and woozy into the hotel, crying out for help. The hours had bled by in a blur after that; slowly oozing away until Fujitaka’s eyes opened, and he smiled, and asked where his daughter was.
The maids had hauled buckets and buckets and hot water up the stairs to fill his tub, and one of the other workers had supplied a bottle of ointment to help with the venom of his stings. Sakura sat just outside the bathroom and listened, content to hear the sound of him breathing, and to rest. Slowly, she became aware of the sound of her father’s voice; weakly singing to the faint crackling music that filtered through the thin walls. Unable to stop a smile, a fond grin, Sakura hauled herself to her feet, brushing the dust and dirt from her white cotton pajamas. The air inside was cool, made her heated body feel as if floating. The windows to the jungle were all thrown open tonight, welcoming in the rare cool wind that graced the night. As Sakura meekly slid through the bathroom door, she could see the night hanging bright and brilliant before the open doors and windows. Rich royal blue speckled with smoky grey stars. The tiles in the bathroom sucked up the cold, their cracked lackluster surface chilling on her tiny bare toes.
“Sakura?” his voice was tired and sore, but had adopted back his soft friendly tone. “You’re still awake?” She turned on her heels to face him, her arms folded nervously behind her back as a shy sheepish smile adorned her mouth.
“I couldn’t sleep…” she murmured, glancing shyly at her curling toes and adding, “I was really worried about you…”
“I’m fine,” Fujitaka said with an easy mellow grin, his pain unhidden but not quite unbearable. “I just need to soak a while longer, that’s all…” he was carefully squeezing dollops of ointment onto his fingertips, smoothing it over the angry red spots that covered his hands and his arms, his legs and chest.
“… Weren’t you scared at all?” Sakura crept closer one tiny inch at a time, her eyes flicking over each bright red wound he had taken for her. She wanted to add it was a stupid thing to do; she wanted to tell him that if she hadn’t done something, he could have-
“No, I wasn’t scared at all actually…” he said, the thoughtfulness in his voice creased ever so slightly with pain as he struggled to dab the spots littered across his shoulders. “I was just thinking… I hoped you had gotten far enough away… it would have been worse if the wasps had gotten to you…” even now worry draped his words; his eyes turned down and cool with the feeling. The water curved down his wet limbs as he rinsed the sores over his arms, the sound of it mingling with the soft murmur of wind chimes from somewhere outside.
Sakura felt something inside her grow cold, her hands gripping tightly at the too-long sleeves that dangled before her fingers. Her brows drew down and her lips tightened into a sort of distressed pout. She opened her mouth to speak.
“I’m not sorry,” Fujitaka said before she had a chance to speak, still wearing his feathery fatherly grin. “You haven’t done anything wrong Sakura, none of this is your fault… I’m just going to take a day or two off, and then I’ll be able to get back to work, no harm done…I’m just lucky you were able to call someone for help.”
Sakura nodded stiffly, slowly lifting her eyes to his. He had protected his face with his hands, but a blemish or two were visible. From where she stood she could see his shoulders were badly damaged, and so was the skin of his back. Sakura’s vision blurred, her eyes prickling with unshed tears. Her throat felt thick as the worry she had felt for him all that time he was unconscious writhed in her stomach.
Wordlessly she crept forward, carefully wrapping her arms around his bare wet shoulders, leaning over the edge of the tall claw-footed bathtub. Fujitaka winced slightly and became very still, before his hands settled feather-light on her shoulders. For a few long moments she lingered, feeling the steam snake up and lick along her bare stomach, her pajama top crumpled about her ribs. Fujitaka held her gently, little by little allowing his head to rest on her shoulder. He took a deep breath, ridding his nose of the scent if ointment and soap, replacing it with the stale summery smell of his child. The moment she drew away he wished not to let go, his hands buckling tight around her shoulders as if to hold her there. Sakura was still a moment, looking up into his eyes with a deep sense of question, her cheeks pink and her lips parted. The moments dripped by, slow as cold molasses, until finally he let her go. Fujitaka struggled between relief and loss.
“Can I have the ointment stuff?” Sakura questioned, holding up her open and waiting hand. Fujitaka smiled, a little more weakly then before, and handed her the small tube without thinking much of it. The steam and the wind wove in ribbons through the air, making one breath tastes of cold and the next of warm. The thick leafy plants that hung in too-small pots from the ceiling dusted Sakura’s tussled hair as she slid around the other side of the tub, squeezing small dots of cream over her fingertips.
“Let me get the ones on your back, okay?” she said, placing the tube down on a small stool drawn close to the bathtub, already piled with dry hand towels and linen wraps. Her hands shook slightly as they hovered over the damaged expanse of his back; she watched as the water drops traced his shoulder blades, skated down his spine.
“That’s fine, Thank you Sakura,” Fujitaka’s voice jostled her from her slight daze. Smiling shyly, her cheeks now kissed with pale rose petal pink, Sakura lowered her fingers over his skin. She paid close attention to every single little red spot, gently rubbing on the cool slick cream, and sometimes cleaning the spots with a few swipes of the wash cloth. Fujitaka’s shoulders fell in relaxation as she worked; his eyes sliding shut as the solid sheet of pain constricting his back was broken up little by little.
“How’s that…?”
“Good…” he breathed, relief in his voice as the gentle drops of water slid down his back, the pain eased and numbed my the sting-ointment, by the fingers that soothed him so carefully.
“I still…”
Fujitaka’s eyes cracked open hazily, looking over his shoulder through the ribbons of steam. Sakura had leaned so close to him, bent awkwardly over the edge of the tub to reach the sores lower on his back, just above the edge of the water. His stomach twisted in unexpected sudden desire.
“You still…?”
“I still don’t know… how you did what you did… so easy…” Sakura murmured, never faltering in her task, although her hands began to shake ever so slightly. Her eyes flicked up; glassy jade disks under a sweep of cameral bangs. Fujitaka felt his throat tightened, felt his hands drift easily through the air as a helpless little chuckle tumbled past his lips.
“It was easy because I love you, and I can’t imagine letting you be hurt,” he murmured, looking away, unable to meet her eyes as his hands closed around her ribs and lifted her into the steaming water. The pain of it was nothing, for his attention was on the way her body bent first in shock, then accommodation, allowing herself to be eased into the water with him. Her legs settled shaking on either side of his naked lap, her hands clipping onto his shoulders, unsure of where else to rest. Her face was alight in confusion, a furious flurry of bright emerald sparks making her eyes as gems. Her breath caught and became still inside her, her lungs swollen and lips hung open; pink and soft and inviting. The water opened up under her and swallowed her small body, closing heavily around her and seeping up the fabric of her shorts, her shirt, soaking them through.
“What are you-?” In the space of three words he was already dizzy on how breathless she was. But he stopped her, cut out her words and her voice as he pressed his mouth smoothly, hotly against hers.
Sakura’s eyes flew wide open, unfocused, a startled sudden yelp pressed between their mouths. It was almost what she imagined; those nights before in the hotel, when she toyed with the idea of letting him kiss her again. It would be a small kiss, a chaste one on her lips, an almost innocent thought that stirred up the throbbing between her legs.
Sakura’s stomach knotted as she felt his tongue slipping firmly between her lips, this kiss hungrier then the one before. She felt suddenly frightened, the act of it seeming so much worse then the simple thought. Shame and something else, some want she didn’t want to think about battled across her hazy mind as her eyes clenched shut, her hands pushing meekly, half heartedly on Fujitaka’s shoulders. His eyes opened heavily, deep and dilated as he peered at her, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulling it into his mouth. His tongue flicked across the petal-soft skin before he began to suck, his arms still locked tightly around her ribs. Sakura felt a moan vibrate through her chest, the pleasure unraveling her already jaded thoughts. Her mind felt halted by this pleasure, and somewhere still she knew it had to stop so she could at least think. Think to tell him he had to-
But suddenly his mouth was back on hers, lips moving smoothly against her, his tongue pushing her lips apart. Her jaw fell open to a sudden shaky moan; her hands pushing weakly against his chest once more as she felt the warm wet muscle slide against her own tongue.
She pushed him harder. Her tongue slid meekly against his, giving a few soft unsure flicks. Fujitaka purred deep in his throat, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of Sakura’s neck; tilt her head back and open her mouth wider. He kissed her deeply, letting the moments slip by, letting her struggle between pushing him weakly and kissing him back. Her moans grew steadily louder, need leaking out in her voice until her mouth was open and unresisting to him, her tongue sliding across his, licking softly at his lips, pushing them apart and slipping into his mouth, waiting to be sucked. He kissed her this way for a long while, his insides knotted and his mind a blur of desire, his whole body shaking at the feeling of her needy little lips.
The crackling radio music suddenly became more apparent, the volume spiked against Sakura’s whimpering moans.
There's a part of me you'll never know
The only thing I'll never show
Fujitaka’s stomach jumped and he leaned back, his lips lightly on Sakura’s as he murmured “Shhh… quiet,” his mouth skimmed hers as he spoke, then he leaned down, painting her neck with kisses.
...Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly…
Sakura breathed in sharply, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out. Something inside her bid her to open her mouth, to speak (to ask him to stop?) but she knew if she opened her mouth she’d be moaning and whimpering, and Fujitaka asked her to be quiet.
Fujitaka’s lips skimmed along her neck, his fingers urging her to tilt her head, to bare her skin. Holding her breath Sakura allowed herself to be moved, too foggy and fragile to fight. Unable to moan she took in deep raspy breaths, struggling to stay quiet as Fujitaka closed his mouth around the soft skin of her neck, gently scraping it with his teeth. Her body jolted, water flicking up against the side of the tub, as she brought one curled little fist to her mouth and bit down, clenching her eyes. Then sis lips were on her ear; tracing the shell, his teeth clipping the lobe before his tongue lapped hot and flat across it. Sakura shuddered; a faint whimper slipping passed her clenched teeth. Sakura squirmed helplessly, mindlessly, gasping as she felt a forceful nudge between her legs.
“S-Sakura,” Fujitaka whispered against her ear, voice dusky with arousal. She became very still in his lap, feeling the warm solid flesh of Fujitaka’s cock pressed to her under the water, the shaft nudging firmly between her legs, the head settled firmly below her stomach. Suddenly his hands were on her hips and he was pulling her, rocking his hips, rubbing himself to her under the water. Sakura fell weakly against his chest, unable to stay quiet for another moment, a cry bubbling past her lips.
“D-daddy…” she moaned, eyes clenched tightly shut, lips swollen and red from kissing. “MM-god-D-daddy!” her body melted against him, limp, unresisting. She felt light despite all the heavy wet fabric, hot despite the cooling water and chilling night wind.
“Shh, Sakura…” he breathed against her ear, voice rough, his words poised on the edge of a pleasured purr as he pulled her against a slow steady thrust, his cock sweeping between her legs and along the slight curve of her belly. Sakura gave a desperate helpless cry, the sound strangled in her throat.
“Daddy…”
Fujitaka moaned softly, pushing his hips forward with a sharp needy snap.
“Sakura… please…” he couldn’t stand the sound of it; that word twisted into such a sick wanton moan.
Boneless and weak Sakura lay against him, her mouth on his ear, her breath hot and ragged as she pleaded. “Daddy, please daddy…” she was begging, near crying, her whole body shaking badly.
A shudder carved down Fujitaka’s spine as her voice shredded through his mind, even after Sakura fell silent, he could hear her voice like an echo. Weak now from desire, he let a hand creep down her front; no more hesitation in his actions.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered against her ear, still holding her firmly in his lap while his other hand dipped under the water and pushed into her shorts. “Keep talking…”
Sakura began to tense, her knees folding up, her legs weakly falling shut.
“Daddy…”
“Shhh, it’s okay….” He nudged her thighs wide apart, sliding one finger under the layers of clothing, until it swept smooth along her warm wet swollen lips.
“Aah! D-daddy…” the words was stretched over a long quaking whimper, Sakura’s voice muffled as she buried her face against Fujitaka’s neck. She whimpered helplessly, caught between wanting to close her legs, or buck her hips.
“Is it good…?” he whispered, answered only by a long shaky whimper. Tilting his head down, Fujitaka watched between their bodies through the murky-transparent white fabric as his fingers spread those sweet soft lips, carefully dipping inside.
Sakura inhaled sharply, her hips jolting away from the sudden intrusion, but Fujitaka’s arm was hooked around the small of her back. His fingers stroked soothingly at the swollen tender lips, following the crease up until he found her clit nestled in the folds. Sakura wriggled against him, eyes unfocused and dilated, gasping and murmuring helplessly as he stroked that one spot, offering not one moment of relief. As before, Fujitaka let Sakura move between squirming away and moving against his fingers, continuously stroking that one spot, until her legs where wide open and she was pleading.
“Oh god… daddy…please… you’re… if you don’t…. I’m…”
At the last possible moment, Fujitaka drew his fingers away from the swollen little button of flesh, pushing one finger firmly inside. Sakura jolted sharply, her body clenching against the intrusion. Her insides pulsed.
“Sakura…” he spoke only her name, his fingers wrapping about her small wrist, drawing her hand down between his legs. Guiding her, he curled her fingers around his cock under his own hand, holding them their snuggly, and began to buck his hips. He shuddered at the feel of his shaft sliding against the grasp of her small wet fingers, fighting to keep his pace even and steady.
“You’re so… big…” Sakura whimpered hazily, lying weakly against his chest, her gaze tilted down, fixed on the flushed head of her father’s cock as it bobbed against their curled fingers. Fujitaka answered with a breathy halted moan, his other hand moving between Sakura’s legs, his fingers stroking firmly at her tender lips, her swollen clit.
“Ready now, Sakura?” Fujitaka breathed, using his fingers to spread her lips while he rubbed smooth and firm at that one perfect spot. Sakura’s fingers closed tighter around his flushed cock, pulling a soft purr from her father’s throat as his hips bucked harder, his cock pushing against the tight grip. She could only moan in response, a helpless needy mindless sound, before her whole body began to shake uncontrollably. His fingers still rubbing Sakura continued to quake and throb as the seconds ticked by, her jaw clenched as he fought back the urge to scream. She could feel her father’s shaft twitch against her fingers, hear the soft strangled sound of his moan as finally he became still, something white leaking into the water around his cock.
He fell against the wall of the tub, she against his chest, and for a long while they simply lay there, not realizing how cold the water had gotten, how unpleasant the wind on their wet skin was.
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Yeah… I really am stopping there >_> what can I say, I don’t like reading/writing much after the smut bit… so I leave you with another cliffhanger-ish… thing XD
I have no excuse, I just wanted to write some smut >_> heeheehee
Anyway, more plot next chapter, promise ^_^ Please review! Reviews are what inspire me to do more! With such stress (grade 12, applying for uni, lotsa other joyous things >_>), inspiration goes a long way ^_^ Thank you so much for reading!