Red Lipstick. [Iori]

[Kokomo]

How fast does a train go? Really fast.​

He was doing it again. Kissing her knuckles and all the way up her arm and giving her the butterflies, and causing her to shift uncomfortably. Iori knew how to get what he wanted, and he had his lips set on his target--Firmly. Itami's face flushed a deep red again, and a sly smile crossed her face as the same promiscuous she-devil took over her soul as earlier as he pulled her into his lap. Running her fingers through his hair as she kissed him deeply, pressing her body against him.

It was inevitable at this point, wasn't it?

Totally unavoidable.

Itami slipped her tongue into his mouth, as her hands unbuttoned his shirt, with her cold hands. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she planted a few kisses on his neck, just as he had taught her, before returning to lock lips with him as the straps of her dress slowly pushed off her slender shoulders.

"As long as we stay quiet..."

[Fade To Black]

[OOC: Keeping it PG-13 XDD]

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Iori slowly pulled down her nightgown as his lips collided with hers in a fiery kiss, letting his shirt fall on the bed behind him. He didn't care about consequences, about the trouble this could later cause. This was about the two of them giving in to the passion that had long been boiling between them, rational thought giving away to instinct. He would turn to press her down on the bed, finally breaking that kiss. "I can't promise that...." he would chuckle in response to her words, eyes looking down deeply into hers....

[Fade to Black]

 

[Kokomo]

Yamazaki Household. 9 am. The Aftermath.​

Certainly, some things were too good to last until the morning. When Itami reached consciousness the passion and spark had totally disappeared into something much more unpleasant. Her loins ached, her throat was dry and scratchy, her lower back felt broken, and her eyes were watery and uneasy. Licking her dry lips, the woman wondered how such a fantastic night could be followed up by such physical drain. Even though she was awake, she was exhausted. Her nude body was draped by his--two perfect bodies, her back to his front, side by side.

To be fair, Itami was surprised her artificial body could even handle something like that, let alone battle--but it seemed to hold it's ground quite well. Other than the fact that it was aching from what the greatest fad in social history. Itami, previously, hadn't been the slightest bit interested in it, and couldn't piece together the excitement over something so disturbing.

She could now.

Rolling over, facing her 'date', Itami snuggled her body close to his, putting her head against his chest, and her arms around his waist to rest lazily. Her legs entwining with his as she closed her eyes and took a moment to acknowledge the security she felt there. It was strange for Itami not to feel vulnerable, but rather, safe. Protected.

And she smiled...

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Iori would begin to stir, eyes fluttering open as they tried to focus, finding himself in an unfamiliar room. He would be reminded where he was as he glanced down, arms holding Itami close to his chest, a smile spreading on his lips. "Good morning..." he would whisper as he leaned down, seeking to meet her lips in a sleepy, chaste kiss, enjoying the feel of her soft body against his own. Unlike Itami he seemed to have gotten a good nights sleep, seemingly refreshed and recharged despite their actions the previous night. A hand would run down her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the kiss deepening a little before he pulled back. He would just quietly watch her face, gently pushing away a few of those black locks, vibrant green eyes meeting hers as he just let silence settle in the room.

 

[Kokomo]

Tenderness. The feeling of his lips on hers, and his hand running down her back. Now, if this wasn't the perfect dream to wake up to, Itami didn't know what was. To wake up with someone by your side, holding you and protecting you through the night--Why... it had to be the most addictive event in anyone's life.

Hear heart beating and her grip tightening around him as he released her lips and smiled down at her--and she smiled back, for she knew he loved it so--making her heart flutter and her cheeks heat up again. Kissing his nose as she slipped out of the bed, that firm and toned body moving around to the wardrobe where she pulled out short robe and slipped it on, her eyes looking behind her to eye Iori suggestively for a moment before she moved back over and gave him a gentle peck on the lips.

"I'm going downstairs to prepare you some 'Thank You' breakfast." She mused happily, "Join me when you're ready?" Her lips curled into a smile as she kissed him one last time before slipping out of the room. Once in the hallway, she rubbed her thighs as she leaned on the door and groaned a little. It was a lot for one night, and the journey down the stairs was very much forced.

Once in the kitchen, Itami did the strangest thing. Tying a black cloth around her eyes, she blinded herself and moved around the kitchen to combine the ingredients into a bowl. For, the young woman learned to cook by sense of smell, and seeing the items totally ruined her ability to do so. A strange habit that had a tasty result.

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Iori would watch her beautiful figure when she left the bed, his smile widening as she put on that sexy little robe. "Sure thing." he would say as he kissed her back, watching her leave the room. Sighing softly he would finally pull himself out of bed, moving over towards the door. "B-ko." he would say simply when he opened it, one of the maids quickly moving to his side. "Yes master?" she would ask in that cutesy voice, soulless eyes staring up intently at him. "Take my clothes to the laundry and bring me something to wear after my shower." "Yes master!" The maid would reply enthusiastically as it moved past him, the man making his way to the bathroom.

He would have time to reflect as he stood in the shower, hot water running over his toned form, washing away the sins of the previous night. He didn't regret his decision in the slightest, though he couldn't hep but think that it could come back to bite him in the ass later, only imagining how Suzuhime or Chizuru would react if they found out. It was the latter that he was most concerned about. His daughter was a rational young lady, certainly more mature than her age would indicate, but what would she think of him starting a relationship with another woman? Would she believe that he was betraying her mother's memory?

Relationship...is that what they had? He chuckled softly as he looked up at the ceiling, did he even want it to go any farther than just physical attraction?

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The man would come down the stairs, clad in a pair of black silk pants and matching open robe, baring his toned abdomen as he entered the kitchen. He would smile as he caught sight of Itami, watching her for a moment as she moved about preparing their meal without the aid of sight. It was an impressive ability, though it would make sense considering she was blind all her life. Slipping in behind her he would wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest as his lips moved to kiss her neck softly. "Mmm...it smells delicious..." he would whisper as lips moved up to her ear, sharp teeth lightly biting on it before he released her to return to her work.

 

[Kokomo]

Being so focused on the food she had just placed in the oven, Itami let out a surprised 'Oh!' when Iori's arms wrapped around her. His lips sending chills down her spine as he kissed her neck and cradled her figure to him. Her hands resting over his as she leaned back and felt his body against hers before he flittered off to leave her alone in the darkness of her blindfold.

"I hope you like sweet things," She teased, her head not facing him due to total blindness. A smile inching across her face, "How was your shower?" Itami asked, her fingers running across the counter top, "You smell of soap..." She inquired, raising her eyebrows, "And laundry."

So, maybe she was showing off a bit...

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

"That's quite a nose you have." The man would smirk as he moved towards the table, keeping an eye on the woman. "It was nice...you should join me next time." He would offer with a grin as he pulled up a chair. Already before him would lie the morning paper, a nod given to the puppet maid that stood silently in the corner. Picking it up he would begin to read despite the lack of his glasses, sitting back in his chair as he crossed his legs. "Do you think we should tell Suzuhime?" He would suddenly ask, not looking up from his paper, giving her a moment to answer before continuing. "She's not the most rational of persons, but I would hate to think how she would act if she found out on her own. Then again it could be pretty funny. I can only imagine her face...." He would say as he peered up at her from over the newspaper. It was a curious dilemma to deal with, especially considering the animosity the two women had for each other. This was another issue that he wouldn't have to deal with in the future once his sister had married Kuro, though he didn't think it was worth it considering that he was losing someone important for him. Although the mansion would certainly be less noisy without her...much like his daughter all these thoughts would cause him to space out for a moment, eyes staring at the newspaper rather than actually reading it.

 

[Kokomo]

"If she doesn't know already, that is." Itami hinted,her tongue running across her lips before she turned and opened the oven, the scent giving away it's finished product. "I suppose I should make my amends, though." The heat from the oven blushed across her face, suffocating her for a moment. "I mean, we don't have the best of relationships...." Her mind wandered back to the day that Suzuhime approached her outside the Unohara Estate, begging her for forgiveness... Perhaps she was more rational that Itami herself.

Pulling the cinnamon rolls from the oven and placing them onto the counter, Itami began to cut apart the individual rolls and stack them onto the plate. They were soft and fluffy, and the smell was rich and fulfilling. Pulling the bowl of icing she had whipped, she began to drizzle it over the small pile, her face appears rather sullen in the silence.

Moving over with the plate in hand, Itami placed the plate down in the center of the table, leaning over and kissing Iori's forehead as she whispered, "Besides, unless you plan on making it an permanent affair, no one needs to know at all." It was her way of dragging out what he thought about the event-- about their relations. How did he feel?

Taking the blindfold off, she moved behind Iori, wrapping it around his eyes as she draped her arms over his shoulders and placed her hands on his chest as she spoke in his ear again, "They're much better if you eat it without sight. Gives your brain a chance to enjoy it more." She gave him a gentle pat before placing a plate in front of him, and putting a knife and fork in his hands as she grabbed herself a plate and set it across from him.

"Go on."

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Iori would be broken out of his trance as he caught the smell of cinnamon rolls, setting aside the paper as he watched the woman approach. A brow would be raised at those whispered words, the man about to respond before he felt that cloth be bound across his eyes. He could only smirk as he was blinded, reminding him off a lesson that was given to him so long ago at the academy, about using all your senses rather than rely on sight. Cutting at the roll he would bring it up to his mouth, savoring it as his smile widened. "It's delicious..." he would say as he set down his utensils, turning his head to the side for a moment. In one fluid motion he would turn, hands gently pulling Itami down to sit across his lap, his face coming close to hers. Those now sweetened lips would press against hers for a moment before he pulled back, a hand moving to pull up the blindfold as he looked down at her.

"I never considered this just being a one time thing..." he would whisper as he leaned down to her neck, sharp teeth grazing her flesh. "How could I let such a fine woman like you go? You must think me mad..." lips moved to her ear as he whispered, a hand moving to run along her bare thigh, another grin spreading on his lips.

 

[Kokomo]

Itami wasn't sure why his opinion mattered so much to him. Why she so desperately reevaluated everything based off of his reactions. The value of herself going up and down based off of what he said and did. And, lets just say, she's feeling fantastic about her body as of late. The way he touched her, kissed her, and adored her. His compliments, and his lingering eyes. No one in the world loved staring as much as Itami. She loved being the center of everyone's sight--to be lingered on. Each eye hanging on each one of her curves desperately. That was the best of compliments.

Iori's hands wrapped around her waist again, this time pulling her to sit sideways in his lap as his searching lips found hers, and her eyes closed to enjoy a brief kiss, her hands on either side of his face. As he lifted the blindfold, she'd lean her forehead against his, and touch noses with him, her hands still caressing his cheeks as he spoke to her lovingly. His lips moving from her to play and tease with her neck.

But, the strangest reaction came from her. She wasn't quite expecting anything more than a smile, but this cake had a cherry on top. Her emerald eyes clouded as she looked into his, the sincerity in his voice causing her to well up. Tears slowly spilling from her new eyes, causing a bit of a sting that turned her cheeks pink. Little did Itami know, joy came in more forms than smiles. Tears were a sign of joy.

"O-Oh!" She began to wipe her cheeks furiously as she turned her head away--fully embarrassed. "So strange! Why am I crying?" She slurred, giving a nervous laugh as she wiped her cheeks with delicate fingers. "I'm not sad, I assure you!" She was trying to talk her way out of looking so foolish, but the tears wouldn't stop. She just gave hesitant and embarrassed laughs as she tried to destroy the evidence.

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Iori smiled as he saw those tears run down her cheek, a finger lifting to wipe one of them away. "It may be because you're happy." he would say as he held her to his chest, her head resting atop of hers. "Do I make you happy, Itami?" He would ask as he leaned down to nip at her ear, that hand on her thigh caressing the smooth skin there. He was amazed at just how new the woman was to emotional things, though it made sense considering all that happened to her. He couldn't have imagined Kasa as a good husband, though that wasn't to say that he didn't love her. The man may have in his own way and just found it hard to show it to her, though Iori didn't have that problem. While he could be as cold as that man Iori was raised among family and knew full well what love could feel like, in fact it may even be more important to him than he may have ever realized.

 

[Kokomo]

It wasn't exactly that odd. Itami had been blind her entire life, and could never witness these things known as 'emotions', and what they did physically. On the contrary, she didn't have any tear ducts that worked with the burns she had on the right side, so tears were a fun experience to relive. Certainly, she had remembered them from her childhood, but they were all sad and painful tears. Not to mention how funny it was to see how they looked. They were clear crystals that just slid freely down your face, and left stains where they walked.

Itami remembered tears from emotional pain too. That was a strange one that Kasa introduced to her. They had been in the bedroom, screaming at each other. Iori had just left, and he was flaming angry at her behavior at the table. And her left eye just streamed tears, and her throat bubbled blood as she screamed and screamed at him--and then there was fire...

Leaning her head against his chest, Itami sat in Iori's lap as he cradled her figure tentatively. His voice against her ear was soothing, and she closed her eyes as she felt that same familiar wash of safety and protection. It was weird, being cared for so sweetly. Her parents had tried so hard to do the same thing for her after the accident, but she wouldn't let them. No, she hated herself, and they were to hate her too.

Wish Granted.

"Yes..." Her voice whispered in response to his question, her arms wrapping around his waist as her tears finally stopped flowing, and her breathing slowed down. ""It's a funny feeling... overwhelming happiness..." Her murmurs were soft and heartfelt, her head nuzzling into his clavicle. "Do I make you happy?"

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

"Of course you do." he would whisper as he brought a napkin up to wipe away her tears, smiling as he looked down at her beautiful face. "Just looking at you makes my heart start racing..." he would say as he held her, a hand running through her hair. He enjoyed the feel of her body against his, tilting her head up so they could share another deep kiss. "Mmmm...if we keep snuggling like this we'll never make it to work..." he would chuckle as he leaned back in his chair, cutting off a piece of that cinnamon roll before bringing it to Itami's lips. "Or will you need the day off? I noticed that you seem a bit....sore." He teased her as a hand dropped to her thigh, rubbing it softly. Of course this brought up another matter that he hadn't thought of...as Medical Chief the man was technically her boss. Oh the drama he was sure that may cause...though if any did arise it would certainly worth it if he got to hold her in his arms.

 

[Kokomo]

Opening her mouth slightly as he pushed the piece of breakfast in her mouth, she chewed slowly, her eyes watching him as he spoke and she swallowed. It was nice to be able to finally eat things again. She could taste and swallowed without blood and pain. Before, things would hurt as they travelled down her esophagus. Her mouth would always be dry, and her tongue limp without taste buds. But now, things were sweet and soft. Other things, not so much. "No no, I can make it..." She huffed a little at the thought, wondering why he felt so good Perhaps, as their relationship went on, it would get better--or at least, hopefully.

"Isn't there something against doctor/patient relationships?" She taunted, sitting back up on the edge of his thighs as she looked over the kitchen. A sudden thought had racked her brain. Nightingale Syndrome. The situation where a caregiver falls in love romantically or sexually with a patient. It would wear off eventually when she was no longer in need of watching. When her recovery was smooth... It would go away... Itami gulped as she stood, smiling as she took her plate back and put it away--unused. And then put a plastic wrap around the rest for later. Her face had grown sullen as she thought about the idea for a moment, "I'm going to go get dressed..." She said, giving him a gentle smile as she left the room and made her way back upstairs and into her room.

What a horrible thought...

Pulling off the robe, Itami grabbed a pair of underwear, slipping them on. As she moved to look into the mirror, she paused and analyzed herself.

"Iori!" It was a terrified scream for help as Itami looked down at her stomach, panicking. Her hands gently poking at what appeared to be rotting flesh on her stomach. Her breathing increased heavily, she began to do some sort of hyperventilating, as she slowly sunk to the ground, hand hand over the spot. It was about the size of her palm, to the left of her belly button. It seemed to be growing, and it was a grayish color that was moist and looked almost like a dirty sponge.

There was no chakra supporting the flesh. In most cases, that was normal, but Kasa had been an Uchiha. The flesh needed to be supported by the Uchiha chakra...

[OOC: Do not fear, Kuro already has a plan for the cure. xD]

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

"You're not just a patient anymore." he would say, leaning in to kiss her neck before she rose from his lap. As she excused herself he would take a moment to admire her figure, smiling as he adjusted his glasses. Soon he would be making his way to his room to change, slipping on a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt, halfway through buttoning it up before he heard Itami cry out his name. Swiftly he would leave his room and fling open her door, striding inside towards her. "Itami, what's wrong?" he would ask as he stood before her, his mouth slowly dropping as he caught sight of the putrid flesh on her stomach. "Oh no...here..lie down." he would say as he escorted her to the bed, trying hard to keep his panic from showing. Calm and rational, cornerstones of his personality, part of what made him a great doctor...something he struggled to maintain in the face of this disaster, that his carelessness may have caused the life of a person close to him. Kneeling down next to her he would look over the patch, fingers gently pressing around it. "Does it hurt?" He would ask, his mind racing through the possibilities of why this could be happening.

 

[Kokomo]

How did one not panic? Her skin was rotting off of her body! Itami turned quickly to him, her eyes wide with fear as he moved towards her half-naked figure, instructing her to lie down. She moved very shakily and jagged. Her moves didn't flow and her body was shivering profusely as she moved to lie down. Her heart pumping wildly as he spoke to her asking if it hurt. She sat up a little to look at what he was doing, and noticed that he was prodding at it.

"I can't feel that!" She was almost shouting in sheer panic as her stomach churned in fear. "Iori!" It was like she was demanding him to know the answer. Demanding that the damn doctor told her what was wrong. But silence followed her words, as both of the doctors seemed stumped by the medical emergency.

Itami sat up quickly, her body lunging at him as she clung onto him, her arms wrapping around him as she shook her head and buried her face in his shoulder. "Iori..." The woman murmured into his body between tears of terror.

"You have to fix it..."

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

"Don't worry...everything will be alright..." he would whisper, noting how she seemed to have no feeling in that patch of skin, the man trying to keep her from panicking too much. Suddenly he would find himself in her arms, his own pulling her into an embrace. "I will! Don't worry..." he would say, a hand soothingly rubbing her back. "I'll take a skin sample and do some research, I'm sure it's nothing too bad. Probably...it's probably just restricted blood vessels or such." he would say as he gently pushed her back so they could see eye to eye. "I won't let anything happen to you...I'll fix this..." he would say before leaning in to kiss her, a reinforcement of his growing feelings for her.

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