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 in his arms. Her peaceful face made him smile. Could every morning be like this? Oh, I hope so! But then, his heart began to sink. Will there even be an "every morning?" At that moment, Tsuzuki glanced down to see a pair of hazel-green 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 as 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, seemed tantalizing. As a human, Anna had her own desires. He could feel them as the heat slowly stretched awake within her. To be honest, it made him quite hungry himself. Yet, she was not in the best condition. Oh, but her eyes begged for any sort of pleasure. His duty and hunger warred against each other. He found it needless to say which one won. Tsuzuki drew in a breath.
"I'll go easy on you 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 as she reached up and slid off his shirt. Her boyfriend gently nibbled 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. He 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.
The shinigami lowered his head to her breasts. The heat poked tiny holes in his calm. His mind fought to keep it together, but 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 untied his pants and slid them off. 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 as 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. 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. Yet, something looked off about these trees. The snow only coated them alone. The pink-white petals covered the dead ground, but the waterï¿½
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. Her hazel-green eyes looked so fresh, so innocent, so enigmatic, soï¿½
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 little fawn.
"I don't knowï¿½" he said. She gave him a little frown.
"You don't know?" she asked. ï¿½What do you mean you don't know?" The boy shook his head.
"I can't really see the rest of you," he said.
"Really?" 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 other 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 with 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-gelï¿½" he said at last. She gave him her schoolgirl smile.
"Good answer," she replied. The ï¿½angelï¿½ 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 at 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.
Tsuzuki and Anna spent the rest of the morning in bed, resting up for later.