Chapter Thirty-Eight: Apotemnophilia:

March 2nd, 2010.

9:39 p.m.

His tongue slowly inched towards her soft, plump lips. It didn't take much for him to gain entry in her mouth. The sudden movement made the bride's spine jump. His strong touch to her small shoulders eased her heart. Tsuzuki's hands clung to Anna's white and pink blended kimono. He waited until she was fully settled underneath him. He took his sweet time removing each part of her bridal kimono. Anna felt the little butterflies dance around in her stomach each time he touched her bare skin. Tsuzuki chuckled in his mind. A tease wouldn't hurt, would it? The pink and white silk ended up in a heap on the floor.

Tsuzuki knelt down and laid tiny butterfly kisses on Anna's throat. He took in the soft whimpers that escaped from her lips. Her voice made such a heavenly pleasure-filled sound in these intimate moments between them. His tongue came down for a little lick on her throat. The taste alone awoke his ten inches in his hakama. In his hunger for more, Tsuzuki let his mouth trace back to her ear. Anna's breathing quickened. Tsuzuki's eyes glanced up at her.

"I haven't done anything yet," he whispered. "Just take it easy."

"I'm sorry," Anna murmured. Her husband smiled.

"It's okay," he whispered back. He moved down to her neck and planted a deep kiss. Anna closed her eyes and murmured something. Tsuzuki glanced upwards.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Take me," his bride begged in a small voice. "Take me, please!" Tsuzuki's face filled with intrigue.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes!" Anna whimpered. "Please make me yours!" Tsuzuki's lips curved into devilish smile.

"If this is what you really want," he resolved.

"Yes!" Anna said, breathless. "Please!" Tsuzuki licked his lips.

"Alright," he said. "How can I deny a virginal goddess' heart's desire?" He sat up and untied his hakama. Anna gulped as she watched him discard them to the side.

"So big!" her eyes yelped as her boxers followed behind. Tsuzuki smirked and chuckled at her.

"Surprised?" he asked. Anna nodded as a rush of red flooded her cheeks. He only smiled as he heard the aroused blood racing through her body. Just by her dilated pupils, he knew that she wanted this as badly as he did. Well then, he'll grant her needs right now.

Tsuzuki knelt down and kissed her once more. She grabbed onto the sheets below her. His hands gently slipped behind her back. His fingers fondled the cherry blossom pink silk of her bra. The man wasted no time on unhooking the sexy garment. His touch alone drove her to part her heated thighs. Once the bra came off, Tsuzuki grabbed at his wife's soaked cherry blossom pink silk panties. The heated siren song of her womanhood drew his hungry member in closer.


April 22nd, 2010.

12:07 p.m.

The whole mess started like this:

After therapy, the couple went downtown on this raining noon to have lunch at a manga/internet caf�. (Tsuzuki's idea, really. He couldn't take the temptation anymore.) They couldn't talk or even look each other in the eye. Tana spoke with them individually just moments before. Now, they had to break down the news to each other. Anna kept her eyes on the passing life outside in the heavy outside. The forecast called for an all-day rain and storm today. Tsuzuki pressed his lips together. Why did Tana make this so hard?

Anna lowered her fork. "I'll be right back." She got up and left the table. Tsuzuki looked up.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Just looking around upstairs," she said. "I'll be back, I promise." The woman walked away. Tsuzuki sat there, frowning.

"Okay�" he mumbled. He sat back in his black leather chair. His mind went back to Tana's words earlier. He shook his head. I can't tell her, he thought. Not just yet and not like that. But what can I do? He signed and shut his eyes. Suddenly, he heard something go click. The shinigami opened his eyes and noticed the lights trying to flicker out. Huh? The lights all flickered off with a blink.

"Oh crap!" he mumbled. A wave of complaints followed in a heartbeat.

"What the hell?"

"What happened to the power?"

"This is crap!"


"Where's my game?"

"Bring back the power!" The patrons went quiet when they heard footsteps coming towards them. The manager cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Due to weather conditions taking a turn for the worst, all the electricity's been knocked out on this side of town. We don't even know when it'll be back up again. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience."

"What?!" the people shouted.

"What about our cell phones?" one man asked in the crowd. The manager shuffled his feet.

"Well�" he mumbled.

"What?" a young woman demanded at her computer. The manager swallowed.

"The tower got damaged by the lighting moments ago," he explained. More complaints filled the air. Tsuzuki's stomach dropped. Anna! He looked around the room he was currently in. The only source of light came from the windows. Not wanting to risk using his powers in the crowded public, Tsuzuki dashed up the stairs to find his wife. He didn't even stop when the manager yelled, "Sir!" at him. The shinigami took slow steps as he looked around upstairs.

"Anna!" he called. "Where are you? Are you okay? Say something to help me find you!"

"Asato-kun?" he heard her ask. The man nearly jumped at the sound.

"Anna?" he asked. "Where are you? Keep talking to me. Are you okay?"

"I'm in the aisles," she said. "I'm fine; just a little spooked." Tsuzuki breathed out.

"That's good, keep talking."

"I don't know what to say."

"Anything, just say anything."

"Okay, well� uh� this whole storm thing is rather sudden, yeah?"

Tsuzuki took thirteen steps forward. "Yes, the rain wasn't that heavy this morning."

"Yep," his wife agreed. "But now� yeah." Lightening crashed through the sky. "Crap!" Tsuzuki laughed. The wife gritted her teeth.

"Shut up!" she barked.

"Sorry dear," he said as he kept walking. "You sounded so cute screaming."

"Jerk!" she snapped.

"Now that's not really nice," he said. Anna paused and blinked.

"You're behind me, aren't you?" the wife asked.

"Yep," Tsuzuki replied. Anna sighed in relief.

"Good," she said. That was hours ago.


2:37 p.m.

A bookcase sat between the couple.

"How long will this storm be here?" Tsuzuki asked.

"They said it would be overnight," Anna replied.

"Oh," he mumbled. He wanted to kick himself so badly right now. Come on, he thought. Say something! The shinigami sighed. Well, might as well come out with it. Tsuzuki lowered his shoulders.

"Asmodeus is back," he admitted.

"What?" Anna asked. The shinigami clenched his fists.

"I met him days ago. He wants to evoke the mother."

"So you mean� your case is�"

"Yes, this is his game and we're his pawns."

"And that host guy?"

"I think he's involved too."

Anna pressed her lips together. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Tsuzuki hung his head. "I didn't want to worry you with any more than that's been going on. I was trying battle temptation in this town and this case too." Anna wanted to get mad, but found herself in the same boat.

"Well, since we're confessing things here," the wife said. "I have something to say as well." Tsuzuki lifted his head.

"What?" he asked. Anna nodded as she pressed her lips together.

"You know why we can't sleep together, right?" she asked.

"Other than to drive us crazy?"

"Well� the mother could end up feeding on you."

"Are you saying�?"

"Yes. I could end up hurting you when we make love."

"But how?"

"That I don't know."


Anna nodded. "Yeah." Well, that's out of the way. Now what?


3:00 p.m.

It's still too dark and they are alone. Anna shut her eyes as she thought of a way to change things. Come on, there has to be a way to kill time around here. Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to the case in front of her. Tsuzuki paused at the sound.

"Anna?" he asked. "What are you doing?"

"I'm imaging that I'm on our bed," she said. "With you on top of me." Tsuzuki felt his cheeks burn at such an image. The soft moans made his heart jump. The fact that he couldn't go over and devour her just made it worse. Anna felt the same as her fingers slid down to her panties against the bookcase.