The Past You Leave Behind
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The Past You Leave Behind
As soon as Hiei could sense they were no humans around, he scooped Saiyana up in his arms and sped toward the house. She was giggling by the time he put her down at the door long enough to deal with the lock. Once the door was opened, he picked her up and kicked the door closed behind them.
He didn't waste time getting to the bedroom. It had been too long. Clothes were shed and tossed carelessly to the floor. In moments he had her naked on the couch. "I've missed you, Onna." Her answer was smothered by his lips. His tongue demanded entry and battled with hers. No quarter was asked and none given. She was as frenzied as he was.
Hands roamed over heated flesh, neither slow nor gentle. He grasped her hips in his calloused hands. She was wet already and with one swift plunge she was his. His subsequent strokes were fast and hard. She held onto him tightly, her nails raking his back. He felt a slight sting and smelled blood. It only served to further excite him. He knew he wouldn't last long. He slid his hand between them and found the nub he was searching for. He massaged it as she arched off the couch and drove him even deeper. She screamed his name as he followed her over the edge, pouring his seed deep inside her.
They were panting and sweat soaked as their shared climax began to ebb. He pulled her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. With the edge now gone from his lust, he intended to make sure she enjoyed this night. He was glad he had asked Yukina to keep Soran overnight. He wondered if she would mind tomorrow as well.
Now that he had his mate back in his bed, he intended to keep her there a while. He laid her gently on the bed and joined her, pulling her close to him. He had missed holding her while they slept. She was snuggling into his warmth drawing lazy patterns on his chest with her fingers.
"I'm sorry, Onna. Next time will be slower." She smiled. "Do you hear me complaining?" He smiled and kissed her head savoring the feel of her in his arms. "Promise me we will never be apart again. This week has been hell." "I promise. As long as you promise not to be an ass." He sighed. "I guess we'll have to settle for a promise to make up quickly afterward."
She giggled. "I've missed this. Snuggling in your arms, just talking. I didn't like the wall between us, but I didn't know how to break it down." "I know. It was my fault and I didn't know how to fix it." She pressed a finger to his lips. "It was my fault, too. I should have walked away and let your temper cool instead of letting mine take control."
"Hn. Perhaps we should make a pact to never lose our tempers at the same time." "Perhaps we should at that. It seems that we are both hard headed individuals used to getting our way." "Yes. And like it or not, I am about to get my way." He got up from the bed. "Where are you going?" "Not far."
He padded over to the dresser. He opened two drawers before he found what he was looking for. He held up her pajamas as if they were a prize. "What are you doing?" He was grinning evilly. He pulled his katana from it's sheath. The pajamas were tossed into the air. Several slashes later, they were small scraps of cloth on the floor. He sheathed his katana and returned it to it's stand.
Saiyana sat wide eyed as he rejoined her in the bed. "Those were a gift from Keiko." "Hn. She and the detective have been mated long enough that she now realizes what a stupid gift they were. If you must wear a gift to our bed, then make sure my sister picked it out." Saiyana was now grinning evilly.
"You do know that Kurama and Botan will want to know how our evening went?" "So you knew about that?" "I figured it out somewhere between the tie that you hate to wear and the restaurant that required impeccable manners. You would not have done that for them." He pulled her close. "No, I would not."
She snickered. "I don't know what you will tell Kurama, but I intend to tell the biggest gossip in the three worlds that my brave warrior saved me from a pair of pajamas." She fell back against the pillows as she gave in to her laughter. He began to growl. "How about we just tell them that the past is now where it belongs? Behind us." She stroked his cheek. "Is it really?"
He pulled her back into his arms. "My past is responsible for the man I was. You are responsible for the man I am now. I love you, Onna" "I love you, Hiei." He kissed her lips. "While my past can never be forgotten, it no longer controls my life. I have made peace with it." He kissed her again with a hunger that wouldn't be denied. The only sounds for the next half hour were moans and cries of pleasure.
Saiyana lay content in the arms of her mate, a haze of sated fog beginning to cloud her mind, a prelude to sleep. He stroked her arm as he lay there thinking. "Onna?" She looked up at him. "Yes?" "Would you teach me to dance?"