Tsuzuki and Anna spend a romantic morning together. Another surreal lemon for everyone.
Chapter Sixteen: Crossfire:
October 11th, 2009.
Tsuzuki awoke to the dull morning light dancing on his eyelids. He grumbled as he tried to go back to sleep. When that proved pointless, he drew open his eyes. Anna slept on in his arms. Her peaceful face made him smile. He loved mornings like this. Could every morning be like this? Oh, I hope so! But then, his heart began to sink.
/Will there even be an “every morning?”/, he thought. At that moment, his beloved stirred awake. Tsuzuki glanced down to see a pair of greenish-brown eyes staring back at him. He forced himself to smile.
“Good morning,” the Shinigami whispered. Anna gave him a little smile.
“Kiss me,” she whispered back. Tsuzuki found himself happy to comply. He planted a feathery angel kiss on her lips. Anna kissed him back. She pulled him on top of her. Her man felt his heart go into overtime as he broke off the kiss. Anna gave him a little pout.
“Aw, don’t treat me like I’m breakable,” she complained. “It’s not as bad as you think it is.” Tsuzuki looked on at her.
“Are you sure you can handle sex?” he asked. “I don’t want to make it worse.”
“You won’t!” she argued. “I’ll be fine. I promise.” Her boyfriend took a moment to think. Seem tantalizing. As a human, Anna had her own desires. He could feel them as the heat slowly stretch awake within her. Made him quite hungry himself. But… She was not in the best condition. Oh, but her eyes begged for ant sort of pleasure. His duty and hunger warred against each other. Needless to say which won. Tsuzuki drew in a breath.
“I’ll go easy on you with this morning, okay?” he offered. “That will be the only way.” Anna gave him a little pout.
“Fine,” she mumbled. Tsuzuki stroked her on the cheek and kissed her on the lips. The heat from her lips drew him deeper. Anna kissed back in victory. She reached up and slid off his shirt. The light blue cloth hit the floor. Her boyfriend gently nibbled her on her neck. His beloved whimpered as she closed her eyes.
Tsuzuki’s hands found her dark blue angel PJ top. Anna’s breath quickened as he began to unbutton each button with care.
“Oh!” she moaned. Tsuzuki pushed open her shirt. Her plump, well-rounded breasts waited for him. Tsuzuki glanced up at her as if to get permission. Anna whimpered under his touch. Her heat prickled at his skin, welcoming him in for more. It took almost all of his self-control not to go overboard. You said you would be gentle/, he thought. /Calm down and focus. Tsuzuki took in a deep breath. Much better.
The Shinigami lowered his head to her breasts. The heat poked tiny holes in his calm. His mind fought to keep it together. But yet, the heat overpowered him. Or it began to try to. Anna murmured at his kisses.
“More,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop!” Her voice and heat woke him up between the legs. He united his pants and slid them off. They landed near Kobe’s bed. Tsuzuki slid off his boxers and threw them out of the futon. He turned his attention back to his beloved. Anna stared at him with pleading eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but Tsuzuki gently covered her mouth.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Don’t worry, it’s coming, okay?” Anna quickly nodded. Tsuzuki gave her a little smile.
“Very good,” he whispered. He kissed again on the lips. Anna softly kissed him back. His hands glided down from her breasts, past her bare midriff, down to her waistline. They found the drawstring of her pants. Tsuzuki slowly pulled the bow apart until it became undone. He slid down her pants and tossed them out of the futon. The Shinigami grabbed onto her panties and took his time sliding them down. Anna excitedly spread her legs for him. Tsuzuki took her in a gentle embrace. He leaned down to her ear.
“Don’t expect me to go hard,” the man whispered. Anna gave him a little smile.
“I don’t mind,” she replied. Tsuzuki gently clutched her shoulders.
“Alright,” he whispered. “As you wish.”
A young man opened his eyes to a new world. Pristine white snow coated the branches of cherry blossom trees. The sun’s light gave the blossoms feather-like kisses and caresses. But yet, something looked off about these trees. The snow only coated them alone. The pink-white petals covered the dead ground. But the water…
The young man sank down to his knees and dipped his fingers into water. Stars exploded in his eyes.
“It’s warm!” he exclaimed. What season was this? Where was this place? However, the lad’s mind became side-tracked with a warm breath touching his black-brown hair. He glanced up for the source.
Greenish-brown eyes. They looked so fresh. So innocent. So enigmatic. So…
The young man had to blink many times.
“Who are you?” he asked. Her red pomegranate scarlet lips spread into a schoolgirl-like smile.
“Who do you want me to be?” she asked. Her voice flirted with his ears. He looked like a look little fawn.
“I don’t know…” he said. She gave him a little frown.
“You don’t know?” she asked. ‘What do you mean you don’t know?” The boy shook his head.
“I can’t really see the rest of you,” he said.
“Really now?” she asked. The lad nodded. The snow covered cherry blossoms captured the high noon around him. An idea crossed her mind.
“Close your eyes,” she said. The young man looked confused.
“Why?” he asked.
“Please do it,” she pleaded kitten-like. He breathed out cold air.
“Alright,” he said. The young lad slowly shut his eyes. He shivered as the winter winds raced over his tone body. He turned to focus on something over than the bone-chilling temperatures around him. Suddenly, a cluster of warmth flowed over his face.
“Okay, you can look now,” she said. The lad opened his eyes.
Crimson fine silk. A corset of fine black and red confined her shapely hourglass figure. Her perky breasts screamed, “Look at me!” The thin, black silk miniskirt drew him into her hips. The baby pink ribbon around her waist made him a present to him. Same with the ruby butterflies on her black fishnet stockings that showcased her long, slender legs. She had her reddish-brown locks pinned back in a tight bun. Her silk crimson kitten heels gave her height over him. Her Japanese red dragon umbrella open over her head in her hands acted as the arousing cherry on top. The lad’s cheeks fired up. She smiled at him.
“Now, who do you want me to be?” she asked again. The lad’s jaw fell open and silent at first. The words got tangles up in his throat. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her breasts. He tried to speak again, but failed. The young man forgot the whole Japanese language in that moment. Her breasts held his eyes hostage.
“A-A-An an-gel…” he said at last. She gave him her schoolgirl smile.
“Good answer,” she replied. Then, she leaned in close to his ear.
“Come with me,” she whispered. The young lad looked over at the “angel.”
“To where? And how?” he asked. She smiled at him and blew a series of kisses of him. Each kiss turned into heart-shaped bubbles and touched his face. The lad found his body sinking into a pink hazed trance.
Pretty soon, they both had vanished into the thin winter air. Everything went silent.