Drabble One: Russet Rainbow.
Summary: There was something about her eyes in the heat of passion
Rating: T

Just a slight edit. This drabble is for my companion on Gaiaonline who happens to heart Yoshimitsu just as much as I do. Thanks man!
Everything had happened so fast.

They had just been talking, Talim herself sipping on a strange cup of western tea while Yoshimitsu told her tales of his adventures. Next thing she knew, Talim found herself straddling the Manji ninja with heated intend. He did not stop her as she expected, in fact, he almost seemed to welcome her.

Whirls of colour danced in front of Talim’s dark brown eyes and she could do nothing but drink in the powerful emotions that coursed through her body, swirling into a cocktail of passion and heat. Nimble hands worked at the fastening of his mask, desperate to land a kiss of heat upon his unseen face instead of fluttering cold kisses on his mask. His single fleshed hand, free of its leather binding, gripped her shapely hip with enough force to leave bruises yet his touch did not mar her flesh while his wooden limb pressed itself against the small of her back. It was quiet a nice sensation; his rough and soft touch fluttering over her exposed back as he traced the developed muscles along her back. His breath rasped out through the confines of his mask and he made no effort to stop Talim as she worked her shaking fingers through the buckles on his mask.

She wanted this. They wanted this.

So why did he resist her?

From beneath the glowing depths of his painted facade, Yoshimitsu growled loudly. It was a sound quite unlike anything she had ever heard from him before; thick and rough and burning with need for her. The barriers of confidence he had built up over the years since his clans fall were being torn apart effortlessly by the tonfa wielding girl. By the gods, she seemed to smell so amazingly good; a breath of fresh lotus flowers intoxicated his senses. Surely he must be damned to the pits of hell for experiencing such overwhelming euphoria. He was not even sure if he was really in control of his own mind. Never before had Yoshimitsu felt such a strong and electrical connection to someone. It rocketed through his veins and filled his head with the browns of her eyes, his own personal russet rainbow.

“Please...Talim. Not the mask. Not yet.” His whimsical voice didn’t quite sound right when he begged. Questionably, she stopped and stared down at him. The confusion in her pretty brown eyes could not be mistaken. He took a deep breath and laced his fingers, wooden and flesh alike, with her dainty tips. He wanted to explain but he didn’t know how. How could he justify denying what they both wanted so badly?

“I am just not ready for thou to see me. Please” He pleaded, his breath harboured through his china mask. And Talim, good sweet Talim, released her grip on his mask with her hesitant fingers and nodded; understanding him wordlessly.

This young woman could not be made for him. But there she was in her heavenly glory, perched upon him with a feverish glaze dancing in her sienna coloured orbs. In the heat of desire, Yoshimitsu finally saw the glimpse of green that splintered through her eyes.

She was maddeningly beautiful. The light from the candles of his quarters curved perfectly around her insanely perfect figure. A mess of dark hair had become untangled from it neat little bunches, long locks of jet black hair falling down her to her shoulder blades. An orange glow reflected in her glazed eyes, causing his breath to stop short in his throat.

It was her eyes. He was sure of it.