We Probably Won't Remember -Anything- <Private>

[Toraono Michino]

The night air and the artificial sun was starting to synch up as they both cooled down bringing on the night time of the village. Lights began to turn out from all of the windows of the Crystal District as a rather odd couple walked the small distance from Sousuke’s House to Tama’s.

No doubt they got stares once again just as they had a few months ago when he had carried Okibi back to his house but at least this time they were truly stares of pure envy; at least from men. Some of the women held the same looks as they pondered at the couple that was walking, carefully, back to the small house that annoyed the crap out of most of the homeowners there.
Also unlike last time the blonde didn’t hold one bit of embarrassment on his face but instead had this look like he had been holding himself back all night and he was finally able to relax a little. It was true in a lot of ways too since he was on his ‘best behavior’ since he had just spent the night with the Kazekage and his ward. She had made it really, really, hard to keep his cool that entire time and at one point still managed to knock him out in public.
Yet despite this a smile was plastered onto his face as he held the lithe Wild Child next to his body with one arm hung low around the back of her waist that had a playful hand whilst the other one had an open bottle of rather expensive rum.

He wasn’t taking any chances.

It didn’t take any convincing to get another bottle of liquor on Okibi’s part since it seemed to be the only way he could cut pass some of those inhibitions that were keeping them from…well, ‘doing their thang’. He wasn’t sure if she had caught on to that yet but it should already start to show with how close he was happily willing to be there with her and just how ‘playful’ that hand was getting with the hem of her skirt. Every now and then his head would lean over onto hers and just lay there on top as his super metabolism sucked down the poison and injected it into his system.
Tama really hoped she didn’t think he was turning into an alcoholic or anything. He had spoken some very brave words earlier that would land him in a world of trouble if he couldn’t back them up soon…and with the gifts he had gotten her she was probably all over him with affection. The gifts themselves were not easy things to obtain either and one of them he had spent the better part of last week making for her too. The materials had all come from outside the country and one item in particular had cost him a lot of yen to get imported to Soon since it was…sort of illegal. Well, at least the original intention of the device was illegal. The blonde had of course made quite a few edits to thing turning something that was truly sinister into a beautiful thing.

Raising the bottle to his mouth to take another swig in the attempt to drown out some of his bubbling nervousness that occurred when he spotted his house the scientist moved his arm away from Okibi to fish for his keys.
He had the jingling metal in his hand by the time he reached the door and stopped in front of it to slowly slide the key into its hole and turn the locking mechanism. Before he opened the door however he turned to push his back against it and smiled coyly at the girl that had a little bit of a drunk in the corners of his eyes.
“I hope you’re ready for this…cause it is about to get really, really intense…<i></i>” He winked at her and turned the brass knob behind him that pulled back the latch and pushed the wooden barrier open to reveal darkness…

…and a special scent.

After they walked in and the door was closed one would notice that there was a small glowing warmth radiating from the living room. The source of the scent was coming from in there and once the two rounded the corner leading into the rest of his house Okibi would see where it was coming from. Hundreds of candles littered the kitchen bar, the coffee table and the dining table as the entire house was completely cleared up of any and all papers and books; they had been moved down into the hole for fire safety.
The smell of these candles, though, was the gift. It was the same candle that had been used when they made a funeral of sorts for Seven all those months ago and they all smelled exactly like that one. Built up from materials from the border of Wind and Fire country so that they could copy that exact scent the scientist had gone through no small expense to do this. Each candle was held in a glass container that looked to be the size of a drinking cup that promised their longevity for the years to come. While she was, hopefully mesmerized by both the sight and smell, Tama would come up behind her and slowly wrap his arms around her waist and lean his face close to her ear,
“I made them. All two hundred of them though only half of them or out here…the rest are in the bedroom at the moment…and there is still a couple more presents for me to give out…<i></i>”

His hand lifted up and pointed to the center of the coffee table where a small package was wrapped up in a circle of candles. The paper was red and gold and on a small white tag that hung off the side were the words “from Tami, with love. May you never be lost with this.”

 

[Okibi]

(You know, I coulda sworn last time they went to Tama's house, it was in the Diamond District... o_o Lol xDD)

The walk to Tama's house, although a little long (to one as drunk as Okibi) was a pleasant one. She had no complaints to make when Tama said he wanted to stop of and buy a bottle of rum, and in fact stole a few swigs from his bottle along the way to his house. She would grab his arm after he'd taken a sip of his own, and pull it down so he was holding the bottle to her lips, then she'd place her hand over his and manipulate it into tipping back the drink. The smooth warmth of the liquor heated her body, and although it wasnt as tasty as the drinks she'd had at the restaurant, there was still something desirable about it. Kind of like the young man who bought it.

For the majority of the walk, Tama'd had his arm wrapped around her waist, with his hand playing daringly along her hips. The grazing of his fingertips over her thighs skin while he played with the hem of her dress had her blood rushing all over the place. The anticipating was mounting quickly, and the nearness of his body, and especially his scent, was making her more drunk than she'd already been. Ooh, she couldnt wait to get into his house . . . shoot, if she didnt know she'd get in a whole mess of trouble for it, she would have pounced on him right then and there on the sidewalk and had her way with him. But, because she cared about Tama's reputation, and of course, her family's she held herself back.

Heaven help him when she got him alone and in private though.

When finally his little house came into view, Okibi's insides jumped with joy. Tama pulled away from her to pull out his keys, but she held onto one of his belt loops, just so she'd have something to hold onto when she shoved him up against a wall and ravaged him. Almost there . . . the door was opened. Tama paused to turn around and give her a delicious little grin, and to deliver a line that only made her shiver, and decide that maybe a wall wasnt going to be enough. Perhaps she'd just tackle him to the floor and rip his clothes off. Yeah, that sounded good. 'Darlin' you have no idea.' Okibi thought as she licked her lips and fangs. Finally Tama opened the door and lead them in.

She was two steps away from acting out on her fantasies, two inches away from fisting her claws in Tama's shirt and tearing it off him, when a smell made her come up short. Her hands paused in mid air, and her eyes lifted off the wide expanse of the blonds back as her nose rose in the air and sniffed delicately. The house was absolute filled to the brim with a certain smell that reminded her of a certain day when everything had changed for the better. She'd found closure about Seven's death, she'd unlocked the cage that'd been holding her real self back, and the relationship she'd had with a certain scientist had taken a very drastic turn. She felt it were safe to say that she would be standing there with him, contemplating the actions that she was, if it were not for that day.

The door was closed behind her, but she barely noticed. Tama lead her down the hall towards the living room, where the smell emanated, as well as a warm golden glow. When they turned the corner, Okibi stopped in her tracks as her breath caught in her throat. There were candles everywhere, and no papers or work sheets or lab equipment. Was this really Tama's house? Okibi was still awestruck by the sight and the smell when Tama sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She melted back into him and breathed a small sigh when his lips tickled her ear with his breath and his words.

Wait, presents? Oh, thats right . . . he actually had real presents for her. She completely forgot . . . but you couldnt blame her really. I mean, have you seen her man? Who could remember anything else when all she wanted was to rip his pants off?

But the candles . . . they were one of her gifts? Oh, that was so sweet and thoughtful, and so like him too. To go out of his way to perfectly replicate that ugly little candle she'd bought all those months ago. She loved it. And apparently there was more. Okibi spotted the wrapped parcel sitting on his coffee table surrounded by candles. Pulling out of his hold, but holding onto his hand so he could smell her emotions, Okibi wandered over and got down on her knees. She pulled the gift out of the candle ring and placed it in front of her. She took a moment to read the card in the dim candle light, and the words written there made her heart melt and her spirit soar. When she thought back on how . . . different Tama used to be when he was younger, it was hard to think that he'd been the one to do so many thoughtful things for her. But there it was in his handwriting. Was she the luckiest girl in the village or what?

Carefully, Okibi ripped away the wrapping with her right hand, and slowly the parcel under the paper was revealed.

[MFT]

 

[Toraono Michino]

Tama could feel her exhilaration on top of every single desire and emotion that she was radiating when she placed his hand upon him. He breathed deep of this scent and the smell of the candles and registered in his mind his own memory revolving around these scents in the air.

An excitement washed over the blonde as he felt Okibi leave his grasp and walk slowly towards the coffee table where one of her gifts was. This one, unlike one of the three, was an actual item that she would be able to carry with her and use whenever she wanted unlike the candles. Once the square object was lifted and the wrapping removed it would reveal a small leather bound box. Once the little latch on the box was undone and the lid lifted it would reveal a small rectangular metal device that was in the shape of a kazoo; little wheel on top and everything. It was built out of silver with gold leaf embroidery that spelled out her name on the bottom. Slowly Tama would quietly walk up behind her again and speak to reveal what the device did,

“It’s called a Mood Replacer. If you turn the wheel on top just a little bit it will release the scent of the contents inside to create a powerful smell that can affect even those who can’t smell as well as you can. I won’t explain how it does this because that’s long and boring, but I will say that when you open it you’ll know why I gave it to you. Just turn that wheel there a little…<i></i>”

Once the wheel was turned open a scent would radiate out that would literally engulf the smell of the candles around them. It would smell like the forest, like a canine, and like him. The three smells would reach into her mind and pull out everything happy that those three smells were connected to via a mixture of aromatherapy and chakra that was built into the device. When the wheel was turned it would inject a part of chakra into the body that would force it to smell the scents placed into the device hence why it was illegal. Originally it was used as a date-rape drug without having to be all so ninja about dropping a pill in a drink. Usually it was stored with certain herbs that would unleash all inhibitions and create a pocket of memory loss for the next few hours.
Thankfully Tama was something of a known genius and knew how to turn a device of horror into a beautiful thing. When she opened up the device all it would do is make her thing of the things that made her happy and on a scale that allowed her to keep her own mind instead of trying to take it over and force those feelings. The chemical balance of the three scents had to be just exact too. If he overbalanced even a single one it would overload her mind and bring about rather unpleasant visions of terror that were involved with that scent.

Once she had opened the device and discovered the wonderful actions of the device he would take another swig of the liquor that was no longer burning with each swallow anymore and place it on the floor with the lid sealed back up on it; didn’t want any fires ruining the moment after all. The scientist then slowly wrap his arms back around her waist and lean on her a little. He nuzzled into her neck a little and nipped a little at her neck as the alcohol began to swim in his mind. He could smell her in that way again and felt his heart racing at the very thought of his other present that he had in store for her.
Weeks of trying to do something with him passing out every single time before they could get anywhere had begun to build no small amount of frustration in his mind and body. Without really any suggestion otherwise he began to pull her backwards and then slid his hands across her waist to take her hand slowly pull her down the hall towards his bed room.

Now admittedly every time they had tried to have any sort of consummation it had been stuff that built up on the couch. No doubt that had been due to their first time opening up towards each other sexually was on the couch and so they naturally just fell into that when they were trying to watch the same kung-fu movie a hundred times; seriously they were gonna have to finish it eventually.
So this time he had decided long ago that they were going to attempt this last gift in an area that such things were naturally preformed.

He was only able to make it to the door before his primal inhibitions were unleashed.

His hand tugged on the hand he was holding and pulled her into his arms that wrapped around the back of her waist to grip at her rear around the same time he actually made the move to push his lips against Okibi’s and partake of a kiss that, though drunken, was full of the passion he wish he could of given her when they finally did have that first kiss at the restaurant. The feeling of her lips on his was something that he couldn’t even begin to describe but all he knew as that he wanted more. He started to lean back a little as he felt his body being taken over by a melting sensation. The door swung open since it was apparently not closed all the way and it caused him to make a sound of surprise as the two stumbled back until he fell back on his rather super large, super soft bed. Tama didn’t even so much as bounce when he fell against it.

The room, like the rest of his house, was lined with those lit candles that continued the wonderful scent all the way back into his room. He laughed a little at the entire situation before slowly pushing his hands against the ultra soft mattress to crawl backwards towards the headboard,
“Care to join me?<i></i>” he said with a very sly look on his face.

 

[Okibi]

Upon opening the leather bound box that was under the wrapping paper, Okibi found herself perplexed when she found an odd little metal instrument sitting inside it. She'd been expecting a super special compass or something, because of the note Tama'd written her, but the little kazoo looking thing most likely couldnt show her which way was north . . . then again, maybe it could. It was a Tama product, after all. Who knew what it could do?

Gingerly, Okibi picked the device up out of the box and looked it over. Whatever it was, it was beautifully crafted, covered in the most delicate gold leafing she'd ever seen, and the scrollwork that spelled out her name was almost magical. Had he made this thing himself? Even if she didnt know what it was or what it did, thinking that alone made her love it. Such a beautiful gift didnt have to have a purpose, she would cherish it regardless.

But, Tama saw fit to explain to her just what the doohickey was, and thank goodness because even if she did love it without knowing, the not knowing would have driven her bonkers. She listened intently as he explained to her that with just a twist of the little wheel on top of it she could produce a scent that would automatically lift the mood of anyone in the vicinity. How the heck did he come up with these kinds of things? What sort of thoughts must run through his head for him to even come up with something like this? It was strange, and weird and beautiful. Just like him!

Smiling, Okibi gave the wheel a short twist, and was almost instantly engulfed in an invisible cloud of the most enticing scents she'd ever had the pleasure to inhale. The woodsy smell of a lush forest, the comforting smell of her canine brethren, and even the smell of him. How he'd managed to get his own scent into the device, she had no idea, but she absolutely loved it. Now she could carry the smell of him everywhere she went. The thought he'd put into the gift, as well as its beauty and craftsmanship put Okibi at a loss for words. She couldnt get the words 'Thank you' out past the feelings swelling in her throat.

She was just going to have to show him how grateful she was.

It seemed Tama had the same idea as her, as just when she was about to get up, he grabbed her hand and started tugging her down the hallway. Augh, his bedroom was too far! She wanted to just toss him down on the floor of the hallway and worship his body with her mouth, but . . . well she did have to put her Mood thingie down somewhere; she wasnt about to just toss it on the floor. Hell naw! She'd scratch her own eyes out before she did that!

Nevertheless, she was, apparently, not the only one who couldnt wait to get into Tama's bedroom. The sudden tug on her hand had Okibi tripping over her own feet and falling into the scientists broad chest. Before she knew it, he was attacking her mouth with his own and filling his hands with her ass. Instantly, the simmering lust in her belly skyrocketed up to a raging boil, and it overflowed from her hands and lips as she kissed him back with all the fervor she could muster in her drunken state. Hopping off the floor, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, careful to keep a hold of the Mood thingie with one hand while the other dug into his hair and snapped the tie off with her claw. She growled into his mouth as his hair tumbled down around his shoulders, wafting more of his scent into her nostrils. She breathed it in deep as she broke away and nipped at his lips, feeling an odd need to sink her fangs into something; of course, she held that desire back. Blood was not something that was needed right now.

Suddenly, the world was tipping as the door gave way behind Tama, and they went tumbling into his room and onto his bed. They landed, with Okibi on top and Tama beneath her, on the amazing squishiness that was his mattress. For just a moment, Okibi was distracted by the ungodly softness under her hands, and that gave Tama time to back away from her and towards the headboard. She looked up, her attention pulled back to the task at hand when he asked her a rather silly question. Care to join him? Was he kidding? As if there was a need to ask.

Okibi mirrored Tama's look as she slid off the edge of the bed and sauntered towards his dresser. Somehow, she managed not to trip as she kept her eyes on him, and in fact pulled off a rather graceful sashay. She placed her Mood Replacer on his dresser before stepping back towards the bed, trailing her fingers up the sheets as she made her way towards the top on the side nearest her beloved. With a grin, she turned her back to him and pulled the incredible length of her hair over her shoulder. If they were finally going to get to do what she'd been wanting to do with him since that day he'd helped her come back to herself, she was damn well going to take her time enjoying the ride, despite her earlier wishes to get right down to it.

There was a certain kind of pleasure to be had in keeping each other right on the edge, right?

She started to braid her hair as she peeked back over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. "Would you? I cant reach the zipper on my own."

 

[Toraono Michino]

Tama couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip a little and grip at the sheets as she moved away to put the device away so that she no longer had to worry about it. Honestly he was surprised she was still able to hold on to it given their state of inebriation but then again…they were ninjas.

Sitting up and then scooting his way over on the pillowy mattress to slowly run his hands up her sides that would start to hike the dress up a little before the graceful fingers found the little metal zipper and tugged down.

Now honestly the scientist couldn’t thank Kami enough that when he pulled that zipper down there wasn’t a bra there to get in his way. He had no idea what the contraptions were necessary for other than giving the flesh on the front some lift to show them off better and had not even a clue as to how they worked. The sight of bare flesh alleviated one of the tiny squeaky fears in the back of his mind that were trying so hard to mess with him. Normally just getting this close to Okibi with the mind of intimacy would push him close to passing out; liquor was keeping him going so far.

Everything he ever wanted to do without shake or worry was finally happening. It was such a frustrating ordeal to have dreams about this every night and be unable to really do anything about it with the person you keep dreaming of.
With the zipper undone Tama leaned back a little, unbuttoned the top two of his shirt, and then pulled it and the light coat that was over it off with ease before tossing it into a corner. The long nasty scar that was across his abdomen was there but it was completely scarred up and healed now and didn’t hurt to touch though he did feel a tug when he tried to stretch now and again.
Leaning back up the scientist’s arms reached around her body to run his fingertips down her neck and collar bone slowly before the caught the edge of the dress and began to pull down as he pressed the warmth of his back against her and gently leaned his head down towards her neck.
He could feel every last sensation she was feeling with his own touch and for the first time in history did the foreplay given by one partner was doubled for both.

Inuzuka chakra had so many uses when it came to intimacy apparently.

 

[Okibi]

She bit back a moan when Tama's big hands ran up her sides, pushing her dress up before he unzipped it. Her body was so sensitized at this point that the smallest touch was making her blood boil - in an entirely good sort of way. She finished off her braid as Tama pulled away for a moment, and when he came back she was very pleased to find he'd removed his shirt and jacket, and was now pressing his bare chest against her back. Oh, between the two of them, they could have set half the country on fire.

When he pulled her back, and started pulling her dress off, this time Okibi couldnt fight back the sounds that bubbled out of her. His mouth on her neck, his fingertips grazing over her skin. So much sensation; she wanted more.

Her dress fell to the floor with a whisper, leaving Okibi bare except for the small piece of fabric that was her underwear. If she could have gotten away with it, she wouldnt have worn those either, but Chiyoko insisted . . . Oh well, maybe she could have some fun with them anyway. Okibi pulled away from Tama and turned around in front of him, and with a playful smile grabbed his hands. She placed his palms on her hips, with his fingers hooked into the sides of her panties. She shuffled closer and combed her fingers into Tama's hair, pulling his face close so she could give him a slow, sultry kiss. "Finish what you started." She whispered against his mouth, before pulling away once more to let him finish undressing her.

When she became completely naked before him, Okibi gave him some time to look at her. Certainly, she'd been naked in front of him before, but since that first time on the couch, it had never been to this degree. Not a strip of cloth was left on her. Grabbing Tama's hands again, she placed hers over them and started guiding them over her body. Slowly, she passed them over the sleek muscles of her abdomen, up the sides of her breasts, then back down again to guide them behind her and over her backside. She left them there with a smile and pushed him backwards before crawling up over his body.

With a soft sigh, Okibi rubbed her front against his, savoring their closeness. Sharing his warmth was wonderful enough, but as time went on and the more their skin touched, their scents began to mingle with each other creating a new smell that was so heady and perfect she didnt know what to do with herself for a second. More, she wanted more of that scent.

She pulled back up and crushed her mouth over Tama's, plundering it with her tongue quickly before she pulled away again and starting trailing warm, open mouthed kisses down his neck and chest. She took her time with the tattoo on the left side of his chest, tracing her lips and fangs over it with just enough pressure. Then she ventured downward, growling softly with pleasure that vibrated in her chest. She paused when she reached his abdomen, and glared at the nasty scar that marred his otherwise perfect skin. The memory of how he got that injury sparked a bit of anger, but she quickly snuffed it. What was the point in getting angry about something she couldnt change? At least he was completely healed now, and the scar didnt seem to bother him. Nevertheless, a soft, hearbreakng whine weaseled its way out of her before she lowered her head and ran her lips over the scar. Opening her mouth, she trailed her tongue along its edges, wishing she could just lick it away or something. If only her mouth were that magical (hehheh).

As she continued to pay his stomach and hips special attention, Okibi started to deftly undo the button of his pants, and dipped her fingers into his waistband, running them back and forth teasingly.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Well this got heavy fast.

The sounds coming from his touch excited him on so many different levels. Were the electrical fingertips on her flesh a product of love, lust, a mix of both? How was that even the most simplest of movements set off explosions all kinds of pleasurable feelings from her? With the power of the Inuzuka and his crafty mind the entire experience, drunk or not, was still turning into something of an experiment. Despite everything he tried to break away from that scientific side just for tonight so he could do what he hadn’t been able to, he was still thinking like his old self.

Sure enough too, as soon as she turned around to expose the flesh that he had revealed from the removal of her clothing his face turned red. Well, redder than it already was from the flush of liquor and adrenaline. When his hands were pushed towards her undergarments he felt that tale-tell rush of fear that attempted to spark all kinds of other things that he needed to avoid in his head at this particular moment. His hands shook but just for a moment before they finally pushed the cloth down her thighs, his fingers still gracing the flesh as they went down.

She stepped back now, and revealed all of herself to him. He had seen this marvel of beauty once before in his life but not with the glow that radiated from her form at this time. Blood rushed through out all of his body as the heady scent of the candles along with the liquor threw his brain into a sort of schism. Two sides were fighting inside of him now. The side that desperately wanted to be the man she wanted him to be and the reclusive genius that he would always be deep down. She had worked months to break him a great deal away from his fears and they had progressed so far as an actual couple that words could express all of his emotions.
Yet still, in this moment of them finally becoming more than just a couple, that fear of the opposite sex threw itself in full form on top of his addled brain.

Tama almost didn’t notice Okibi moving her nakedness closer to him until he felt his body being pushed back into the bed.
Which he did have to admit was far more comfortable than the couch.
Somewhere in his voice he wanted to tell her to stop, to wait and let him catch his breath but the deed had gone too far; there was no turning back.

He was in the Danger Zone.

It was absolutely impossible to keep those same sounds from coming out of his mouth as she had earlier when his fingers and mouth graced her skin. The two worlds of excitement and possible immeniant death were combating each other in his mind as his hands gripped the sheet in preparation of how far she was willing to take those teasing bites.
He couldn’t thank Kami enough when she stopped for a second to glare at his scar. Seriously he actually started to breath a little again when she did and then gasped as she started to play with it. Honestly he had no idea his stomach was so sensitive to such touches…but then again they hadn’t tried anything that daredevil either.

Tama’s hips launched itself up at the touch of her hand and he sat up quickly to grab her lithe nude form and pull her up onto the bed. Blood was rushing in nine different directions and he had no idea which way his brain was going to move. He had to follow up picking her up or else she would catch on that he was freaking out and ruin the entire evening.

Think man, calm down and think.

She was drunk, on his bed, and yes he was at least on the same level as her, (there was very little rum left when he set down the bottle), but apparently it was going to take a little more than alcohol to overcome the deep seated fears. So with a semi-rational mind he decided there was only one course of action.

Slowly he crawled up to her without a word of his panic on his face anywhere. He had the good look of a man who was about to ravish the hell out of her but that was not his plan. He laid down beside her and placed his hand down on her hip to run it up and down before locking lips with her again and slowly moving that hand up her bare back and towards the back of her neck where he began to rub deep into her muscles, releasing a calming chakra through his fingertips in the hopes that it might release enough serotonin to combine with the alcohol and well…knock her out. Honestly he wasn’t ready for this but well…he was kind of hoping that this wouldn’t work and that her flame would be further fueled to the point that she tried to break him of it by force.

He wanted to so bad but he also didn’t want to ruin this evening for her…especially after it had been so magical and epic.

 

[Okibi]

The sudden upheaval of Tama's hips surprised Okibi so much that she nearly pierced her lip with her own fangs. She sat up quickly, giving Tama a perplexed look. She didnt have time to ask him any questions as he was suddenly launching her across the bed to land on the pile of pillows at the top. She sat up blinking, just slightly confused. Had he not liked what she'd been doing?

The look he gave her as he crawled towards her told her otherwise. Her confusion was laid to rest when he made his way to her; he must've just lost control of himself or something. She smile as he laid down beside her, their fronts pressed together. She wasnt complaining about the position, but how was she supposed to get his pants off if he kept the clasps pinned between them?

Such thoughts evaporated like a mist when she felt his hand start to massage her back, gliding over her muscles in a soothing caress. She moaned with pleasure into their kiss when his fingers reached her neck - a particularly sensitive spot for her, especially the back of it. The gentle ministrations had her limbs melting, turning her into a metaphorical puddle in his arms. He hit an especially sensitive spot, and the muscles in her lower abdomen and . . . other southern areas tensed up. She gasped against his lips and rubbed her thigh against his as her hands worked into his hair and towards the back of his neck. She didnt know if it was as sensitive as hers, but surely it would feel good if she reciprocated the gestures. Her flesh hand, warm with alcohol and lustful heat, worked the sinewy muscles at the based of his skull, and slowly worked its way down while her metal hand ran through his hair like a comb. She smiled against his lips before nuzzling her way to the side, littering his cheek with butterfly kisses. With a sigh, she completely melted against him.

"Mmm," She hummed against his neck, "Tami, do you have any idea how much I care about you?" She said, or tried to say at least. She was getting so out of it that most of her words came out mumbled and jumbled. She didnt know what the heck he was doing to her, but his fingers must have been made of magic or something because the longer he rubbed her neck, the more her body relaxed. Her eyes grew heavy and her head lulled against his shoulder; her fingers slowly stopped their ministrations across his neck and scalp, falling listless against the skin of his back when she lost all energy to move them. Her mouth cracked open wide with a yawn, "So, so much." She eaked out around the yawn. The bed suddenly felt so soft and heavenly that she was finding it hard to keep herself awake. She knew the thing was soft when they fell on it, but it hadnt seemed so cloud-like and fluffy before. "So, so . . ."

All thought processes ceased as Okibi fell completely and deeply into slumber, snoring softly against the skin of Tama's shoulder.

 

[Toraono Michino]

It appeared that his plan was working and that the Wild Child was slowly going for the countdown. He had somehow managed to dodge a bullet that he would no doubt be dealing with later but at least it wasn’t him who passed out in the middle of it. Though the words she spoke to him absolutely broke his heart and the wave of guilt that was already bubbling there wash over him like a tidal wave.

“I love you…” he outright whispered, full of honesty, though it was too late.

The feeling of her hand on the back of his neck was a novel experience to say the least but it didn’t do for him what it just did to her since, well, he was still awake. Carefully the scientist pulled his arm out from her hair and neck and pulled away from her to push himself back against the oak headboard. He drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face there. A soft sob tore itself from his chest as his body shook a little and a tear dripped down the corners of his left cheek as he tried hard to hold them back.

What the hell was wrong with him?!

Everything had gone so smoothly all night, why was it that he still couldn’t do it? It was all he wanted in the world was to be able to do everything with her that a normal couple would be able to perform. His green eye looked down on her nude form and a hand reached out to gently brush her hair away from her face as he watched her fall into a deep but gentle slumber.

It was apparent that the scientist was still wrestling with demons that was going to take a whole lot more than alcohol to break away from. It was probably for the best in the long run since it seemed really cheap that he had to be drunk to have sex with her. It wasn’t that he had any problems with how she looked at all. In fact sitting next to her beautiful lithe form still excited him to no ends and though the entire sadness of the situation had slowed the rushing blood he could still feel that bubbling need for her in his gut.

The tears came rushing back and blurred his vision. He turned his head away and sighed with a shake to his body as he leaned his head back against the headboard. He could feel the liquor’s addleness on his mind slowly start to loosen its restraints. His brain could began to calculate ahead a hundred steps again and it was very clear to him now that this was a bad idea from the very beginning. Tama knew how deep rooted his fear of women and sex was, he should of known that no amount of bragging and loosened inhibitions would be able to help him when he had a body that was constantly healing itself. Perhaps if he had dragged that bottle of rum and maybe two more would he have been able to perform everything without freaking out…but then he would basically be blackout drunk and wouldn’t really be enjoying anything himself; it would have just been mechanical.

Breathing in deep before letting out a sigh he slowly pushed himself off of the bed and began to turn down the comforter and sheets, lifting up Okibi’s body when he needed to, and covered her nakedness up to keep her from getting cold while she laid there.
He then slowly went to each and every candle and blew them out before returning to the bedroom a broken man and crawling in next to her. He didn’t bother pushing off the rest of his clothes and didn’t crawl under the covers with her, but he did lay next to her and put an arm around her waist to pull her in close to him.

It was the least he could do, he told himself as he put his head on the pillow next to her head. For a great deal of the night he just laid there staring at her and thinking of all his failings before his mind finally decided that it too needed to sleep some and he drifted off with a mind full of guilt and loss.

 

[Okibi]

Mmm . . naked Tama . . . Naked Tama, covered in chocolate . . . and nuts . . . and peaches. Oh, if she was dreaming she didnt want to ever wake up! But godsdammit, why was it so damn bright? Did someone turn on the lights? The happy mood of her dream was broken when the brightness roused her, throwing the delicious images to the wind. Okibi growled in her sleep; she was going to beat down whoever turned on the damn lights. Some people were trying to sleep!

Not that staying asleep was very possibly when youre head was throbbing with every single beat of your heart. It was like someone was beating a spiked metal mallet against the inside of her skull to a rhythm. Okibi groaned as she rolled away from the light spearing into her closed eyes and buried her face in a soft pillow. When rolling away didnt seem to help, she groaned again and picked up the pillow to smash it over her head. That kept the light out, but it didnt stop the throbbing in her head.

Getting fed up with being unable to sleep, Okibi tossed the pillow off her head and slowly sat up. The light that was leaking through the window curtains stung her eyes again and she hissed as she covered her face. "Why's it s'damn bright?" She rasped out, her voice sounding like it'd been pulled out, mangled up and shoved back in. In reality, the light in the room was very dim as it was still pretty early, but the small crack in the curtains was letting in just enough that it was playing hell on the girls overly sensitive eyes at the moment.

Falling back over with a groan, Okibi groped over the covers for Tama, and when she felt his arm, grabbed hold of it and pulled herself against it. She buried her face against his shoulder and whined. "Make the light go'way Tami." She mumble-whispered her mouth full of his collar. Even the sound of her own voice was making the pain in her head worse.

Slowly, Okibi realized something past the throbbing in her head and the garish light that was burning her eyeballs. Pulling away from her would-be mate, she fumbled with the covers and lifted them, peering under with her narrow, crusty eyes. "When'd I take m'clothes off?" She asked out loud. She put the covers back down and rubbed her hands over her face; thinking with a throbbing headache was so hard.

"Oh yeah, that's right." She said suddenly, after it came to her. She rolled onto her side and smiled, pained though it was. "Last night, we . . . we . . ." Her memory was so foggy, she was having a hard time recalling all the events of the previous evening. She could remember coming back to Tama's house after cake, receiving two wonderfully thoughtful presents, then coming back to his room . . . then they . . .

Well, she wasnt naked for nothing was she?

Okibi's grin turned silly as she thought about it. Her body was so sore, they must have really gone at it. Too bad she couldnt remember anything past that awesome neck massage Tama had given her. Actually . . . why couldnt she remember anything past that? She could remember the things that happened before . . .

Wait, when did she fall asleep?

That's when she remembered the oddly warm sensation that oozed off Tama's hand last night. It wasnt like his normal body heat, which she'd been in contact with the entire time before. It'd been different . . . and if she remembered right, it actually had a familiar feel about it . . . like he'd been using his . . . chakra?

Okibi's eyes snapped open and she sat up again, paying no mind to the pain that lanced straight through her head and her eyes when she looked at the blond scientist. She didnt care that the covers had fallen from her body, displaying her feminine curves in the weak morning light. She pursed her lips as she stared at Tama, her expression, for the moment, neutral, if not a little dubious. "Did . . . did you put me to sleep, Tami?" She asked, her tone of voice unreadable.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Tama didn’t get a lot of sleep that night.

For the most of the wee hours of the morning he simply just sat there straight up against the headboard and stared at the wall. For the first time in his life nothing was really going through that brain. For the first time he was so disappointed in himself that he didn’t want to think. If he even tried it would immediately jump to the epic fail he had committed. He might as well just of passed out in the long run because eventually she was going to wake up. A part of him hoped she wouldn’t figure it out, but he knew just how smart a cookie Okibi was.

It wasn’t until about two hours before sunrise did the exhaustion from everything cloud over his vision and forced his body to slid slowly down into a laying position. Those hours passed like seconds and the light slowly began to pour in through the window as the crystal above was slowly being warmed up for the day. The movement in the bed next to him woke him up rather quickly and he felt the sudden weight of exhaustion from a long night bear down on his eyes. It was one thing that he had drank so much, which didn’t really matter so long as he could mold chakra. It was that he had barely gotten to eat anything last night and his insane metabolism was causing his stomach to tear at itself.

Despite this food was the last thing on his mind.

Tama’s ears picked up on her groans and rather miserable sound of a voice that had taken one too many shots to the throat. Feeling her snuggle closer up and bury her face in his neck was sort of nice and would have probably lifted the fog of his mood when she begged for him to turn the light off. It was rather cute until she started questioning why she was naked. He knew it was only a short drive from there for her brain, pickled or not, to work it all out.

Sure enough she sat up suddenly and instinctively Tama flinched away a little with a sheepish smile and a nervous laugh. His bi-colored eyes immediately shot down to the beautiful lithe form and traced their way up a little slower than he should have as shamed as he was. And he thought, for just a second, to try and lie and brush the whole thing off as he bring too drunk to remember everything.
The smile faded rather fast as he looked up into her eyes. He couldn’t just look into those red eyes knowing the pain she had to put up with for a year and simply lie. Even if he could put on the perfect poker face and slyly work his way out of this situation he wouldn’t be able to keep it up; it would just hurt too much.
“Y-yeah…I…freaked out. The liquor only made it worse in the end…<i></i>” he turned his eyes away from her face in shame and sighed sadly. He wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he was going to get but he doubt it was going to be very nice given the fact that, just as Chiyoko predicted, she was cursed with a hangover that would make even the most harden of drinkers cringe; he was sure of it.

 

[Okibi]

A twitch quickly developed in her eye when Tama affirmed that he had, in fact, knocked her out like she suspected. Honestly, she'd been hoping she was wrong and that her mind was just playing tricks on her, but she didnt smell any deceit in Tama's scent. She did, however, smell a boatload of guilt and shame. At any other time, smelling such things in her beloved scent would have waylayed and negative emotions that sprung up inside her, but . . .

Well, they werent going to save him now.

Her eyes narrowed into slits and she bored her fangs, growling loudly. The sound and vibration hurt her head, but she didnt give a hot wet monkey's ass. She turned slightly and brought her feet legs up in front of her, tossing the covers away so she was completely bare. Without any warning, she kicked out with her sore, but still strong legs, and pushed Tama off the bed entirely. As he fell to the hard floor with a thunk , she stood up on her shaky limbs and grabbed a pillow, and with an enraged shrieked launched herself from the bed!

She landed on Tama's midsection, straddling his 'special spot'. She reared her pillow up and brought it down repeatedly on his head without mercy. "Be. Glad. I didnt. Have. Anything. Harder. In. My. Reach!" She said, punctuating most of the words with a smack of the pillow. Slowly, her strength wore out and she let the pillow fall to the wayside, and she just sat there panting and glaring down at her stupid, stupid boyfriend.

Then an idea struck her. Grabbing the sides of his head, she hauled him into a sitting position and pressed their bodies together firmly. She ground down with her pelvis on his crotch, her intentions very obvious as she licked slowly at his bottom lip before nibbling on it. With a softer growl, this one presumably inspired by lust, and not anger, she delved into his mouth and started dancing with his tongue.

He wanted to knock her out after telling her she was going to get something 'special'? Well, she would just repay him in kind.

She knew it worked when his body went limp beneath her. She stopped writhing against him and pulled away from his mouth with an obnoxious pop. Frowning, she sniffled quietly and fought back the tears that wanted to come out. She let go of Tama's head and let him fall to the floor. "Present my ass." She whispered as she got up and went to his dresser to find a shirt. She found a dark red one with a dragon on it and threw it on, grabbed her Mood Replacer, then wobbled out of the room and towards the kitchen.

Still sniffling, Okibi made herself a glass of water and hunkered down at the table. She took a few sips before putting the glass down and giving the wheel on her little device a vicious twist. Immediately the room started to fill with a soothing scent, but even as she placed her head down in the cradle of her arms, it didnt help much to alleviate the pain that was being left behind in the wake of her anger. Inevitably, when Tama woke from his knock out and found her in the kitchen, she would sniff back the moisture in her nose and rub her eyes against her arm, refusing to lift her head. "It's my scars, isnt it?" She croaked out. "They d-disgust you so much, you freaked out." Her voice was breaking apart by the time she finished her sentence, and her throat seized before she could get anything else out.

She didnt cry, but she very, very close to the edge of a break down.

 

[Toraono Michino]

His heart sank and nothing but absolute fear rolled over his body as he saw that snarl curl up into her lips. Tama began to breathe quickly and scoot away but not before he was launched back across the room and into a wall that he bounced off of. He had just managed to sit himself back up when he had Okibi launch herself onto of him and pushed his body back against the wooden floors as he was assaulted with a pillow. He didn’t believe anyone could make a deadly weapon out of something stuffed with feathers but she was coming pretty damn close. Each strike of the pillow actually hit the bridge of his nose rather dead on and though it stung like hell it still wasn’t quite enough to break it.

Then, and he was almost sure that she was doing this to just throw him off; he felt her lips against his mouth. He actually lifted his mouth back to great hers because he figured why not just roll with it. Maybe she was just trying to incite what he had started last night again but then he noticed just how quickly she was pressing herself against him and before he could even get a second to think he felt that panic kicking in full blast and his brain being overwhelmed by the sudden rush of twelve-hundred emotions, half of which were just confused. His vision blacked out and the back of his head hit the floor rather hard.

About two minutes later he felt his brain click back on and he opened his tired eyes to see an empty room. Carefully he grabbed the side of the dresser and hauled himself back slowly onto his feet. He was terrified to the core to actually have Okibi attack him like that, and it was the first bit of actual directed violence at him. If she had been without a hangover then she probably would have thought that attack through since now all the blonde could do was shake in fear as he just stood there. He had no idea if she was still in his house or how long he had even been out, though in any other situation two minutes was a record.
In all seriousness that one explosive bit of anger almost sent him regressing back into his fears but a tearing feeling in his heart was starting to burn away that fear.

No he had deserved every bit of that. Even as far as he had come he was still such a coward.

Steeling his resolve to at least make it out of the bed room he walked towards the door and felt a twinge of pain in his gut. His hand reached down towards it and knew instantly why; Okibi had kicked his scar. It was healed up but the deep muscles were still going to be sorer than anywhere else when struck. A smirk played across his face a little as his breaking heart warmed up a little at how much she had been freaking out over his wound to the point of nearly yelling at him and in the end she was okay. While putting her to sleep to keep from embarrassing himself was on a far more personal level than a blade to the gut, a wound was a wound; and wounds needed healing.

Yet as he walked out of his room to see if she was still there he could feel that tinge of sadness in the air. He wasn’t an Inuzuka but just by looking at the girl sitting at his dining room table he knew that she was deeply wounded. The smirk that had played up a corner of his mouth faded rather fast as he quietly walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. The smell radiating from the Mood Changer cleared up a little bit of the fog in his head even if it hadn’t been built for him, but the question she sobbed out took the tear on his heart and jabbed it with a butter knife.

“Not even close,<i></i>” he said with a sigh, “…it’s because I’m so terrified of failing you. I want to be normal so bad just so I can make you completely happy…it has nothing to do with even a single one of your scars because I…actually really like them. They make you, you…<i></i>” He laid arms on the table and cradled his head in the crook to stare woefully at his love as he tried so hard not to shed the tears that were being brought on by hers.

 

[Okibi]

When Tama told her she was wrong and took a seat beside her, she dare to peek out from under the curtain of hair that fell over her face when she took out her braid. She wiped her nose and listened to Tama explain himself. Frowning slightly, she grabbed her Mooder and twisted again so it let out a fresh wave of the soothing scent. She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, the sadness slowly ebbing away as she processed Tama's confession.

"Why didnt you just tell me that instead of tricking me? You know how bad my temper is. Youre supposed to be smart too. Didnt it occur to you that maybe putting me to sleep would backfire on you?" She grabbed her glass of water and chugged the rest down, groaning as a new wave of pain throbbed in her head. "Seriously, youre so stupid sometimes, Tami."

She settled herself back down against the table, looking into Tama's eyes as he watched her. The Mooder's scent slowly wore away, and when it did Okibi noticed some other smells that she hadnt a few minutes before. One of them was pain, and it was coming from Tama. Not an emotional pain, though that was there too, but what really caught her attention was the smell of physical pain. She sat up straight, her brow furrowing again with concern. "Did I hurt you?" She asked. Then another scent registered to her, and although it didnt seem to be present anymore, it did linger around her blond scientist like a dying mist. Fear; he'd been afraid of her.

And it was the knowledge that she'd inspired that fear that broke her. She knew what sort of fears he struggled with, and still in her anger she'd attacked him. How bad would it have been if she'd been in her normal state of health? Would she have actually caused him lasting damage? She could only imagine what that would do to him, being wounded by someone you trusted. Damn . . . it would scar her too.

Her face crumpled as she eased off her chair and wheedled her way under Tama's arms so she could curl up in his lap. She crossed her legs to one side of him and wrapped her arms around his neck as she buried her face away in his hair. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I kicked you off the bed, I'm sorry I hit you with the pillow. I'm sorry I knocked you out and left you in there alone." Her words came out garbled, choked up as she was with sadness born from having caused him, her mate, to fear her. "You just made me so angry. I love you Tami, so so much. Please dont be afraid of me. Mates arent supposed to be afraid of each other."

Then it came upon her suddenly, like a shift in the wind. Her stomach turned horribly and nausea welle up in her throat like she'd never known before. Scrambling off Tama's lap, she fell to the floor momentarily but was on her feet in the next second. Damn, she wasnt going to make it to the bathroom! It was too far! Her sore eyes landed on the kitchen sink, and without a second thought made a break for it. She barely made it past the rim before she was retching up every last bit of cake she'd eaten the night before. She attempted to push her hair back, but all the pulsing and contracting of her muscles was sapping any strength she had left. She could barely hold herself up over the sink at this point, and a good deal of her hair was slipping over her shoulders and into the mess she was making.

Augh, she was definitely going to need a shower.

 

[Toraono Michino]

“Well in my defense…I was drunk,<i></i> he said as he gently brushed back a bit of the hair on her face. Already he could feel that she was still of mind enough despite what was no doubt an epic headache combined with flailing emotions. His explanation was understood but then another concern came about.

The pain she caused.

Instantly he wanted to throw up his hands and defend her all the way. He totally deserved every last bit of what he got because what he did was wrong. This terrible morning start was all on him and he was more than willing to take every last bit of that blame. It was that martyr instinct that was a part of his soul and pretty much bred into him. His entire clan was one of peace and defense so it was natural that he was willing to take all of that pain just to keep her from slipping into any further state of sadness.

Of course he didn’t even get a chance.

Just as soon as he sat up with the same look of concern she was in his lap and hugging onto him as if she was afraid he would fall to pieces right there. His body, for the first time ever, didn’t tense up when she did that. Normally when she was suddenly close to him he flinched or shook a little before reigning in tight onto his paranoia.
Instead he simply wrapped his arms around her and drew her body in closer to bury his face into her hair and breath deep as she apologized profusely with so much emotion in every last letter of that rambling sentence. Despite the seriousness of the situation he couldn’t help but smile deeply and whisper,
“It’s okay, seriously Okibi…I’ll heal so long as you’re here.<i></i>”

What was a seriously beautiful moment was suddenly up heaved by the contents of her stomach no longer being able to stay inside. It was just like Tama’s life for things to shift so fast before he could react.
His eyes went into one of concern when she pulled away and dropped to the floor before scrambling up and towards the sink. Loud retching noises followed by chunky splashes against his metallic sink made the scientist cringe a little though the look of concern waned a little; she was just ejecting toxins.
He picked himself up from the chair and shuffled his tired feet over to her while she was still puking her stomach up and gently wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her legs up off the floor so she didn’t have to focus so much on trying to stand up. He then placed a hand on the center of her back and began to channel his healing chakra through her shirt and into the stomach to create proteins from chakra to absorb some of the toxins in the stomach that weren’t coming up easy and ease the nausea a little.

Honestly he could use a technique that would expel all of the toxins in her body out at once but it was quite a painful shock when one was so deeply poisoned like they would be after such a drinking binge.

 

[Okibi]

She puked, and puked until there was nothing left to puke. Even after all the contents of her stomach had been retched up, Okibi continued to dry heave for another few moments. Whatever Tama was doing with her belly was helping, but she was still slow to regain her composure. Wiping her mouth with the back of her shaking hand, Okibi turned ont he faucet with the other and worked on washing all the yuck she'd worked up down the drain. "Sorry." She wheezed out. Okibi then noticed the mess she'd made of her hair and grimaced, then started to rinse what she could out in the clear water of the sink. "So gross."

After she'd gotten herself fairly cleaned up, she pushed away from the sink and gave Tama's hand a pat, telling him he could set her down. When her feet hit the floor though, her knees buckled and she nearly fell to the floor again. If it werent for the arm Tama had around her waist, she would have been a pile of tired bones and muscles on his kitchen tile.

Groaning, she let her head fall back against Tama's chest, her eyes squeezed shut. "Remind me never to try those colorful drinks again. Not worth it." She murmured.

When she felt like her legs were strong enough to keep herself up, she pulled out of Tama's hold and grabbed his hand. She pulled on his arm weakly as she starting making her way for the doorway, heading towards the hall. "I seriously need a shower now." She said as she turned the corner. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes uncertain, but pleading. "Will you join me? I promise I wont do anything . . . touchy. I just . . . dont think I can wash myself on my own." She looked away then, her pale face pinking a little with shame. Okibi was a proud girl after all, and admitting to her weakness was difficult. It was so embarrassing!

She walked into the bathroom and let go of Tama's hand before slowly working the shirt she'd pilfered off with her shaky arms. She set it on the sink, then went to turn on the shower so it could warm up. The she covered her face with her hands, keeping her back turned to Tama. "I wont look. Promise." And really, that promise was more for herself, than him. She had a feeling, even as weak and horrible as she still felt, that the sight of him naked would still work her up.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Tama simply waited there patiently as his love finished expelling the toxins from her body and rinsing it all down the sink as she apologized. He simply told her it was okay before setting her down obediently when told though he kept his hand on her waist just in case; which did actually help. His arms held her up while she regained enough of herself and vow off those colorful drinks before she took his hand and stated to move them down the hall and towards the bathroom. She mentioned really needing a shower, which really sounded like a great idea all around.
Of course she knew that his shower and multiple soaps were open to her and the thought of a good hot shower sounded really delightful to the sleep deprived man. The idea of letting the hot water soak into his body and mind while he took a moment to meditate and raw on the world to wake up was very novel. However he was thinking of solo showering as opposed to the co-ed experience that she was asking of him that he really couldn’t refuse…that he didn’t want to refuse and on multiple levels. He had really been rotten to her last night despite swearing that he would never do something stupid like that and he wanted to make up for it as best he could.
He decided to swear off liquor as well unless it was just an occasion, for her sake. It was apparent that he wasn’t in his best when his blood started pumping and mixing with the drunk, but at a party or something it could still be fun if he could sober up by the time he got back home.

With just a smile and a nod he decided it best to try not to talk and just let her lead the way so he could help. It wasn’t until she pulled off the borrowed shirt and turned away from him to cover her eyes did he feel something a little off. The mix of admitting weakness and shame from hurting him was really dogging her mind and Tama could see that without even touching her.
His pants that had remained on since last night dropped to the ground but instead of helping her into the shower blindly he drew his warm body to press up against her own as he admitted an emotion that held neither a fear nor lust or a strange mix of both but just of one of honest caring. Perhaps it was this sort of thing that would begin to fully bring Tama away from his awkward fears; the continuing healing of that wound that was still inside of her soul. Even if he didn’t consciously know that they were there his genius picked up on them when they bled through after certain actions.
His large hands gently slid over the ones hiding her face before drawing them down to cross across her abdomen as his arms laced over them drawing her into a hug.
“Please don’t be shy about that kind of stuff, it’s really not like you hun…<i></i>”

Then to prove a point he moved in front of her on purpose and stepped over the edge of the tub where it dipped down into a deep hole where a step that doubled as a seat was used to get him down there. He continued to hold onto her hand as to help her down into it while the other hand moved to switch the knobs over to start the water up. Cold water splashed against him which caused him to squeak rather unmanly like but the heat from the chakra crystal warmed it up rather quickly. Once he had helped her in he stepped out and opened up a cabinet that had all his towels. He pushed aside a stack and reached into the back to push away a false wall and pull out two bottles full of thick white fluids in amber jars. He set them down on the floor next to the dip and climbed back into join her,
“Take a seat and I’ll start with your hair,<i></i>” he said with a rather clear look in his eyes. Not a spot of fear was there at all as apparently his mind was able to take cleaning her easily. Perhaps it was just that nurturing instinct that drove most of his life now-a-days that was becoming far stronger than the fear that she could flip around and drown him if she so chose.

 

[Okibi]

Okibi squeaked with surprise when she felt Tama's arms wrap around her and draw her hands away from her face. He pulled her into a hug - a naked hug - that quickly had her heart beating a thousand miles a minute. It wasnt that she was shy, as he seemed to think, it was purely and simply that being so close to him, with absolutely nothing separating them, was exciting. And it was so different from how she felt while addled with drink. The night before, it had been like someone flipped a switch; she was instantly desperate for him, but now . . . it was completely different. She was reminded of that first time she'd been naked in front of him, and realized that it was very much the same. His reactions to her had excited her, and slowly that excitement had boiled into a desire that she'd somehow held back.

Of course, her feelings for the blond scientist were much stronger now, and thus the excitement was nearly impossible to fight off. When he stepped in front of her, completely unabashed by his nakedness, she snapped her head upwards so she was looking at the ceiling. Her eyes had been looking doward just then, and she'd gotten quite the eyeful before forcing herself to look away. She gulped audibly as Tama took her hand and lead her into his grounded bath tub. "'S got nothing to do with being shy." She murmured quietly, only bringing her gaze back down when he had her sit down and he was out of her line of sight again.

She took a deep breath and tried to think about things that would calm her down. The warm water that was slowly rising up over her ankles and calves helped; it was incredibly soothing to her tired body. When it was high enough, she leaned forward and dunked her head into the water, getting most of her hair soaked. She came back up with a soft gasp, rubbing the heat off her face.

By then Tama had returned with a couple jars full of a white substance, and she could only assume they were some of his special soaps. She remembered using some of them the last time she'd showered in his house, and she had to wonder what scents he'd picked out. She looked up at him as he prepared to wash her hair, and saw the clear, confident look in his eye. There were no traces of the fear left in his scent that'd marred it so horribly only a few minutes ago. The realization eased her conscious, and she smiled softly at him. She turned slightly to the side and shoved her hands under her thighs so she wouldnt be tempted to touch him in any untoward manner, and so he could easily reach all of her hair.

"Do you remember, a couple years ago, how we were in this almost exact same situation? Except our roles were reversed. You were so smelly." She laughed softly, and looked down at the water. If she remembered correctly . . . that was the last time she saw him before she was kidnapped. Some of her hair swirled about her, and it made her think how much both of them had changed in the time since then. "Your hair was white back then . . . but it looked more like dirt cause you hadnt washed it in so long." She craned her head back, looking at Tama upside down. "You've changed so much, Tami, in a good way. I never would have thought that you'd one day be washing me" She said, grinning with coy.

(If you dont get what Okibi is talking about, shes referring to that last thread we were doing before I went inactive. Remember how I told you Id like to pick that back up and finish it some time? That was what I wanted to do in it. xD Wash that stanky boy!)

 

[Toraono Michino]

So apparently it wasn’t an embarrassment that focused on being shy but being that she still felt guilt for knocking him out a second ago. When he took her hand to help her down into the tub he felt the rushing exhilaration that she was trying to fight for him, obviously still worked up from the night before…and probably all those other nights before that. He still felt bad that it had to be this way but now that he knew that alcohol didn’t help he staid positive in trying to figure out other ways to get around his problem.
Not that Tama wasn’t ultra frustrated as well and had she kept eye contact on his body she would probably see his own frustrations at viewing her in the nude that he was barely keeping under control. The funny thing about all this frustration between the two of them was that there was already an answer right there in front of them but they were both too concerned with hurting each other any further that neither of them could see it.

It was the love that hadn’t been spoken out completely. They both made mentions of their deeper feelings but it was during inebriation and guilt that these proclamations had been made so the word didn’t strike them like it would have it been spoken with clear minds. It wasn’t until this word would be established and they removed selfish desires from their heart could they be able to be fully intimate. Until this time though Tama would simply be too worried about everything in a relationship he never had before to be able to keep his brain from overloading when trying to be the boyfriend he wish he could be.

The blonde sat down on the little step behind Okibi with his legs on either side of her body. The water splashing down into the small forming pool below him sprayed on his body and the cascading golden hair that was now covering his shoulders and stretching on down to half-way past his back. It still wasn’t at its full length that he had it before a chemical burning accident but it was getting there.
The scientist reached over towards one of the amber colored jars and broke the wax seal with his thumb. Almost immediately the smell of peaches and cherry blossoms wafted into the air and became even stronger as he turned the jar over to let the milky white fluids pour gently onto the top of Okibi’s head.
Once the entire jar was empty, (because she had a lot of hair), he set it down with a hollow clink and gently began to massage the soap into her hair and scalp with strong practiced fingers. Every now and again he would use the edge of one hand to push the foaming soap down into the rest of her hair, working it in as he moved slowly back towards the top of her scalp before massaging again. Tama must have repeated this process six times before he was finished,
“Wow…it really has been awhile hasn’t it?<i></i>” He replied as his mind went back into his memory of those dark times she saved him from. It had been hell and a half getting him into that tub though back then it wasn’t over a fear of women, but a fear of leaving his research unattended. He remember vividly sitting on a bench as Okibi scrubbed the hell out of his, then, snow white hair questioning how the hell he had managed to get that in his hair though he never knew to this day just what ‘that’ had been.
“I never expected that we would ever be this close. I always cared for you for being the only person who even bothered to check if I was alive but I’d be a liar if I tried to claim that my feelings for you haven’t grown since then…<i></i>” he looked down into her red eyes with his bi-colored ones and smiled as his hands continued to gently massage her scalp and hair. There was a small bit of want to continue to look upwards at the entire exposed body but the young man couldn’t truly will himself to pull his eyes away from hers. A strange soaring feeling in his heart made it feel as if he was floating in peace just by keeping contact with those beautifully unique orbs.

 

[Okibi]

The second he popped the first jar open, Okibi's head swam with images of peach slices, eaten under a blossoming cherry tree. Oh, that was such a nice fragrance . . . She closed her and breathed it in as Tama dumped the entire jar over her head. Maybe, if she played her cards right, she could convince him to make more of the stuff, just for her . . . His stuff smelled way better than the commercially bought stuff she had at home. And it felt better too. Or maybe that was just because Tama was the one massaging the suds into her scalp . . . Hm, maybe they'd have to bathe together more often . . . Honestly, it really was a pain to wash all of her hair herself. Her arms were always so tired by the end of the ordeal.

"Mmm." She hummed with pleasure, leaning her head all the way back as the muscles in her neck slackened. "You arent the only one with growing feelings." She said, her voice coming out strained because of the angle of her neck. She opened her eyes just a scant so she could look at him. "You were always there when I needed somebody." Despite trying to fight it, her desire to touch him in some small way won out, and she laid the palm of her left hand over his knee. "You dont know how much that meant to me. How much it still does."

She sat up suddenly, pushing her hair away from her face as well as the soap. Then she turned around, placing both of her hands on both of his knees, but fought desperately to keep her eyes just on his face. "Dont look down girl. Dont look! Stay in control!' She told herself, over and over, keeping her eyes trained on his. "Just because I was . . . not in my right mind last night, doesnt mean the things I said were untrue. The way I feel about you-" Okibi cut herself off, looking away suddenly as the beating of her heart skyrocketed with nervousness. Her? Nervous!?

Miracles really could happen.

She looked back again after taking a deep breath. "The way I feel about you isnt like the way I feel about anyone else. Not Seven, not Sogay or Chichi or Juju or anbody. You're special." She inched closer to him, her hands running up his thighs and hips, though staying very clear of his 'sensitive' area. "You are my mate, Tami." She whispered earnestly, her eyes glistening with emotion as she rose up on her knees so she could get closer to his face. Her lips were just a whisper's breath away from his; a little kiss, thats all she wanted.

But, just as the skin of her mouth grazed his, a blasted stupid dribble of soap just had to get into her eye. She squeaked with surprised and pain as she shrank away from Tama, squeezing her eye shut and rubbing at it furiously. "Ow, ow dammit! Stupid. Freaking. Urgh!"