True to his word, Chichiri let Tasuki take the lead, making no moves that she didn't specifically ask for. She found it a bit frustrating, as she'd never been particularly vocal in lovemaking before, but a larger part of her understood and was thankful for Chichiri's patience.

She started with simple kisses, trying to recapture the mood which had been lost by her flashback. It didn't take long for the kisses to deepen and end with gasping breaths, as both of them released passions long pent up inside. Tasuki undid the clasp of his kesa with trembling fingers, letting the soft blue material lie beneath them. She watched his good eye carefully as she unlaced his plain white shirt, and saw only passion and longing within. Sighing softly, she slid her hands inside his shirt, where she'd longed to have them for so very long, and caressed his silky skin.

Chichiri moaned softly as her hands made contact with his chest, and shifted to give her better access. His hand slid beneath her shirt to rub her back, and she encouraged him with a soft sound of pleasure. He leaned back, taking her with him, until he was reclining on the bed, his head on the pillows, and she leaned half over him. "Do what you want, Tasuki," he whispered huskily, and was rewarded with a gaze full of heat.

Tasuki trailed kisses down his throat to his collarbone, where she licked and sucked, occasionally nipping gently with her fangs, then soothing the tiny hurt with her tongue. Chichiri sighed and moaned, and generally gave himself up to the experience. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he was more than happy to just let Tasuki do what she pleased.

Tasuki moved lower, and giggled slightly when he jumped as she nibbled delicately at his nipple. She felt none of the horrible fear and entrapment that had brought on the earlier flashback. She was in control of the situation, and she planned to take full advantage of it. She continued to suckle at his nipple for a few moments, then switched her attention to the neglected one, bringing one hand up to tease the wet skin she had just abandoned. Chichiri moaned softly, and Tasuki practically purred with pleasure.

"Touch me, too... please?" she managed, and Chichiri complied, bringing his hands around under her shirt to caress her breasts. Tasuki sighed, and pushed into the contact, encouraging him to be firmer. He rubbed his thumbs against her nipples, and they peaked beneath his hands, indicating her pleasure.

"Mmm... Tasuki..." Chichiri nudged her upwards, asking for another kiss, but she danced out of his grip, teasing, her eyes flashing with pleasure and amusement. She ducked her head to nibble her way down his stomach, and he tensed beneath her, shaking. Alarmed, she glanced up, to find him obviously stifling laughter.

"Chichiri?" He shook his head, and she leaned down to continue laving attention on his abdomen. A snort escaped him, and a choked sounding giggle. Startled, she looked up again, comprehension dawning on her face. "You're ticklish!" She accused him, and laughed when he shook his head frantically. She trailed her fingers lightly down from his chest to his waist, and he instantly curled up in a little ball, protecting his weak spot, high-pitched giggles escaping from behind his hands, which he'd clapped over his mouth. "You are!" She exclaimed, delighted, and immediately set to tickling him for all she was worth.

He gasped and laughed and tried to squirm away from her, but it was no use. She quickly discovered that the soles of his feet were even more sensitive than his sides and stomach, and every time he curled into a ball to protect himself, she'd run her fingernails down his soles. He'd kick out, thrashing, to get his feet out of her reach, and she would return her attention to his now-exposed stomach.

Finally, he discovered the way to protect himself - tickle her back. Her weak spots were her armpits, the back of her neck, and the back of her knees, and he took full advantage of his longer arm reach. By the time they finally called a mutual truce, they were both out of breath from laughing, and the covers of the bed were tangled beyond belief.

She collapsed on top of him, still chuckling, and accepted his warm hug. The childish tickle fight had melted away the last of her trepidation, and she held nothing back this time when she kissed him. He responded enthusiastically, stroking her back and sides and sliding her shirt over her head. She lifted her arms, then returned the favour, tugging the plain white cloth out of the way of her questing fingers and mouth. He moaned breathlessly as her fingers slid downwards, teasing along the waistband of his pants.

She smiled as he thrust his hips up involuntarily, baring her fangs and licking her lips in anticipation. "I've waited a damn long time fer this," she murmured, slowly undoing the ties to his pants and sliding them down his perfectly shaped legs.

Chichiri held his breath as he lifted his hips to assist her, half afraid of what he was doing. *Please, Suzaku, don't let Tasuki regret this,* he prayed. *I... I want this so much....* He tugged at her own pants, and she nodded her permission, helping when his nervous fingers became tangled in the ties. As he slid the material down her thighs to her knees, he though he might pass out at the sheer beauty revealed. *She's.... beautiful.*

He didn't realize he'd said his thoughts out loud until she blushed and ducked her head, peeking at him through long lashes and tangled red hair. "D'ya really think so?" She asked shyly.

"I've always thought you were good looking, Tasuki," he replied seriously, lifting a hand to trace her cheekbone. "But you're a stunning woman."

Tasuki cuffed him lightly, and he laughed, having expected the rebuke. "I'm a damn sight better than just 'good-looking'," the bandit leader replied, ego bruised. "I may not be in Hotohori's league, but who the hell wants to be a 'beautiful' man, anyway? I'd much rather not be mistaken for a girl!" She blushed as he laughed, looking pointedly down at her ample chest. "Well, normally, I mean!" she protested, but laughed with him.

She growled as he continued to chuckle, and silenced him with a passionate kiss. She tangled her legs with his, lying half-over him, their bodies in contact all along their lengths. She felt a suspicious wetness pooling between her legs, and moaned, rubbing against him slightly.

"Mmmm... " She slid her hand down to explore, finding and cradling his hardness. He gasped as she slid her fingers along it teasingly, and moaned when she began rubbing lightly. His hips jerked beneath her, and he bit his lip and closed his eyes in concentration. "Just let go," she whispered, and slid her thumb along the tip, catching the slight moisture that had gathered there. He whimpered slightly, and thrust up against her hand, silently pleading for more.

She obliged, wrapping her hand firmly around his length, and pumping up and down slowly. His head thrashed from side to side, and he made tiny mewling noises that spurred her on to greater efforts. She briefly contemplated using her tongue and lips on him as well, but a slight shudder in her body told her that she wasn't really ready for that yet. So she settled for using everything she'd learned in her long relationship with Kouji to drive the monk absolutely out of his mind.

When she sensed he was nearing the edge, she slowed, then stopped altogether. Chichiri gave a wordless cry of protest, his hand flying to grasp her wrist, but she held firm, refusing to send him over the edge. He opened his eyes and looked at her, confused.

"I've got better plans," she whispered, sliding up to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around her and tangled his legs in hers, pulling her as close as possible.

"I can't imagine it getting much better than this," he moaned, his voice husky with need.

"Oh, it gets much better, trust me," she purred, moving to perch on top of his hips, his erection resting lightly against the small of her back. He moaned as she slid back until her heat met his, her wetness lubricating the motion.

"Tasuki..." Chichiri panted, his face showing strain. "If you want to stop... if you're not sure at ALL... now's the time to do it!"

"I don't want to stop," she replied, voice firm, eyes glowing. "I want this. I want YOU." He clutched at her hips as she lowered herself onto his shaft, teasing them both with her slowness.

It hurt less than she had expected it to, and she realized the purpose of the wetness which had appeared when she grew aroused. *So that's how it works,* she thought with some amusement. *I wondered how any female could ever stand to have a guy do this, much less like it. But this feels...* "Oooh...." she moaned aloud, as he slid all the way home. "Ohhhh... oh, that's... nice...."

Chichiri looked like he would have agreed with her, if he'd been capable of speaking just then. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent exclamation of pleasure. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place. Tasuki, however, found herself unable to sit still, longing for something more. She tugged on his arms, loosening his grip, and slid upwards a few inches, before settling back down again.

"AAH!" they both exclaimed. "Do that again..." Chichiri demanded, all but panting for air. She withdrew to his tip, then plunged back down again. Then over, and over, until they'd established a regular rhythm. His hands at her hips helped her to rise, and he thrust upwards to meet her on the downwards stroke. Tasuki gasped and panted, pleasure coiling within her body like a giant snake. It was like, yet unlike, what she'd experienced as a male, and entirely pleasurable.

She leaned forward to kiss him, then gasped in startlement as the movement caused his pelvic bone to brush against something that burst like a thousand stars within her. She cried out with excitement as the spot was hit again and again, with every thrust he made. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, until it felt like a giant spring was wound within her, just waiting for something to set it off...

And then something did set it off, and she felt like she was exploding, soaring high into the air on the wings of pleasure, with all the stars spread out beneath her....

When she came to, she was cradled against Chichiri's chest, his hand cupping her face, rising and falling with the rapid motion of his breath.

"Chiri?" was all she could manage, her voice thin and shaky.

"Ah?" Apparently he wasn't much more coherent than she.

"That was... worth waiting for." She said, unable to find the words to express the depth of her emotions.

"Aa." He chuckled a bit, and she could feel the vibrations of it beneath her cheek. "Yes. It was. Tasuki..." he lifted her head, meeting her amber eyes with a serious look. "I... I love you."

Her eyes widened. "Hontou? Chiri, ya don't have to say that just 'cause..." He silenced her with a kiss.

"I'm not. Just saying it, that is. I really do. It just... it just took me a long time to realize it. But what else should I call it, when your happiness means more to me than my own? When it hurts just to be separated from you. When all I can ever think about is you..." He trailed off, and kissed her softly, sealing the promise.

"I'll never leave you again," Tasuki promised, her own voice more than a little shaky. "I love you too, Chichiri."

He snaked one long arm out to snag one of the rumpled covers, and tugged it over both of them. "Oyasumi, my love," he murmured, stroking her hair with a gentle hand. "Sweet dreams."
 
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