Fabulous readers,

I'm sad to say that this will be the final installment of our little journey. I know it was short. I'm sorry, but I dare not continue forward with it for fear of ruining it. I did have some other things planned, things dealing with Nanami getting pregnant and their struggles as parents, but that story is still in the works. I really don't have much to work off of other than the fact that I want to see Tomoe as a father because reasons. Thanks to you readers and I hope you enjoyed this!

-Aaron

-The ocean symbolizes my vast disclaiming abilities. True story-

Tomoe was such a tease. It was ridiculous. At any given point during the day she would find her stomach fluttering to the very memory of what she had done with Tomoe in the bath.

She could hardly believe that it had been real. She was not so bold to something like that! A month had gone by since their first encounter with the forbidden. It was so strange that she should find herself still pining over it. Sometimes she acted no better than a giddy middle school student. She spent many sleepless nights rolling in her bed, thinking about it, remembering the feel of him.

She needed to clear her head. That night was hot. Her sheets were damp and she was sticky all over from the moisture in the air. She clutched her chest as she tried to breath in the thick air. She sighed, turning her head out to stare at the window, her eyes hazy with a dreamy sort of satisfaction.

Tomoe had shown her his feelings; she had seen him in such an intimate state. It made her heart skip a beat whenever she thought of his face, or whenever she recalled his voice. The young girl sat up in her bed, crawling over to her door and opening it to peer out.

The shrine was silent, all spirits had gone to rest, leaving her the only waking being in the house. She crawled from her room, deciding she would get a drink of water and perhaps sit outside. Perhaps there would be a cool breeze. She could only hope.

She shuffled fanned herself with her hand as she tiptoed through the halls, being sure to avoid any squeaky boards on the floor. She was quick, in and out of the kitchen like a ghost in the living world. With her glass clutched in her had, she shifted outside, sitting down in the grass where the trees grew. She leaned against the bark, using it as a rest for her heavy head.

The water and cool air had helped her. She was glad for the feeling of sleep when it washed over her, lulling her softly in the cool of the green grass. Her hands came to brush over the blades. She patted the ground, glad for the comfort of it.

She was a land god, but she showed such little appreciation for the land sometimes. It was her job to do her best to make it up some how, so she showed her affection in moments like those, there by herself with the world beneath her.

"You shouldn't be out here so late in the night."

Nanami jolted, the voice startled her. She had been dozing, drifting through the realm of the waking and the sleeping. She did not know how long she had been out there for; moreover, she did not know how long Tomoe had been sitting there in the tree.

She stared up at in him, blinking the sleep from her eyes. He looked like he had the same problem as she did. "Can't sleep either?" she yawned as she rubbed her eye.

Tomoe smiled. "It seems that I am just as love sick as you."

Love sick? Was that what it was? Nanami was unaware what love like that felt like. Could it be so powerful that it caused her to behave as she did, sighing all the day with this aching feeling in her heart. She pressed her lips together. "Being love sick hurts," she muttered as she pressed her hand to her chest where her heart beat behind her ribs.

There was a soft laugh from the tree. Tomoe shifted in his branch; he stared at her. "It is painful," he agreed. "Especially when there is a craving that has gone unsatisfied for so long." Those words came out in a soft whisper.

Nanami was almost taken aback by his honesty. She stood below, staring up at him with her mouth slightly agape. Something in her stomach lurched at his words. A craving?

From where he sat, Tomoe loomed down at her. Had he been sulking because he wanted something from Nanami? She smiled.

"I'm sorry Tomoe. I didn't know you were suffering because of me."

Tomoe made no sound. Here merely stared on, not moving a muscle.

Again Nanami spoke. "What is that you crave?" she asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it.

He must have knew what game she was playing at. He rose and eyebrow and smirked. "You."

Nanami was unsure where this sudden burst of confidence came from. She felt flirty, playful. Her sleepiness had evaporated and left her eager for games of coy words.

"Me?" She said as she brought her finger to point at herself. "Why would I have you so flustered?"

Tomoe was in no mood for games. He hopped down from where he sat and captured Nanami, holding her sternly against the bark of the tree. "I have not been able to forget your touch. It's been a haunting memory that has left me greedy for more. I crave you, to touch you, feel you, and so much more," he whispered. "I live to serve you. I live to make you happy and I can't help but wonder just how happy I can make you."

There was a rush of cool that blew through the mountains. The leaves in the trees shuttered and the sent of moss and earth surrounded them. Nanami inhaled sharply; that look in Tomoe's eye had caught fire inside of her. She burned and grew red hot with desire.

"Tomoe," she uttered. She was just a high school student. Until Mikage had found her, she was nobody, nothing but a poor man's daughter. How could she make this man happy? How had her life come to this.

This only happened in dreams or fairytale from the old eras. Her eyes closed as a whisper came washing over her.

"Lay with me tonight."

She couldn't; she was only in high school. Her body trembled as Tomoe knelt to her, sinking to his knees and burying his face in her pajamas. "Please. Let me satisfy you."

Nanami eased herself and brought her hands to his face. She brought his chin up so that he could see her as she smiled gently down at him. "It's not only me that should be pleased. I will please you too. I am yours just as you are mine."

There was a rustle as Tomoe gathered her in his arms and lifted her, leaning her down as he kissed her.

She was completely at his mercy, left to be carried though the house like a doll. She clung to him as he walked with her, pushing through her door to her room. They were locked in a kiss and it was a wonder that Tomoe was able to move so smoothly without bumping into anything.

They escaped away into the confines of her room. He was so gentle with her as he lay her down upon her futon, hovering over her as he kissed her, deepening his kiss with tongue and teeth.

She winced as he bit onto her lip. He was almost forceful, eager. She wondered how much he was holding back. How long had it been for Tomoe. Nanami grew uneasy to think of Tomoe's past lovers. Had be as gentle with them as he was with her? Did he treat her specially? She stiffened and grip onto his back as his hands wandered up her shirt.

Their lips parted with a pop and he was soon roaming over her chest, pulling apart the buttons and devouring each inch of her exposed flesh. She fidgeted, wiggling beneath him as his lips came to her breasts. Each kiss was like a wash of fire over her skin. Her body ached and arched up. Her legs fell open and Tomoe wasted no time situating himself between them.

She could feel him pressed to her body. His hips clashed with hers, she could feel him pressing against her. She blushed as he continued to devour her, nipping on the tender flesh of her chest. She cradled his head against her, holding onto his hair and running her fingers over his soft ears. The sound of his kisses and sucking filled the room, deafening her. His hands ravaged her, they gripped to her hips, her waist, her thighs before the slipped below the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She stiffened as he dared to touch her between his legs.

His fingers were hot, causing to ache with a burning heat where he touched her.

Tomoe had slowed his pace now, he held onto her, pressing kisses to her chin and cheeks, his breath tingled her and caused her skin to erupt into goosebumps. He touched only briefly before he retraced his hand.

"Dry," he murmured as he brought his fingers to his lips where he kissed them. She watched him as he looked down on her with and endearing gleam in his eyes.

"Dry?" she repeated with a shake in her voice.

He stroked her hair and knelt, kissing her tummy and pulling on her pants and panties, removing them in one fluid motion.

She made an embarrassed noise as he sunk further down her body, holding her legs open. "You're still so young. You know nothing about this. I will teach you," he spoke as he kissed her inner thigh.

A blush painted itself across her cheeks. She flinched as she felt his fingers toy with her and his breath touch upon here where nothing else had touched her before. She was innocent in the purest form. That innocence now belonged to Tomoe. Everything of hers belongs to him. He claimed her and and consumed that innocence, taking her into his mouth and sending a jolt of electricity through her tiny body.

His lips were soft. His tongue was moist. He lapped at her, daring to peek his tongue inside of her where he felt around. She could hear his kisses, they were refined, gentle, not sloppy, or loud like she would have thought. Tomoe was truly a master.

She was at his mercy. He held on to her, raising her hips to him. She lay ridged in her hands, melting to his touch.

His tongue rolled across her flesh, pressing against the mounds of pink. She let out a moan as he continued with her, suckling, teasing, pleasing. Sparks danced in her minds eye. She could only see the colors of the world as they danced around in the black behind her eyelids.

He pulled away, the warmth from his mouth now dissipating. Despite the heat of the night, she still felt cool where he had once been. His fingers came to her, spreading her lips and running over the entrance where he had just been. Her body twitched as she felt his claw penetrate her and slip inside. He played with her, molding her flesh to his liking. His finger rotated within her; despite his long nails, she felt no pain. He was sure to move gently, moving his finger in a come hither motion, stroking her.

It seemed that with each progressing act, she discovered new, more intense breeds of pleasure. She clutched at the sheets below her, her hips raising up to meet Tomoe's hand. Her breath came out in short gasps. It was hard for her to breath, hard for her to think. She bit her lip as he continued with her, holding his free hand on her lower abdomen for support.

She dared to look upon his face. He looked content, a pleased smile upon his face. She did not see, however, that same look of pleasure he had once had. How she wanted to see that again. She leaned up to him, grabbing to him and slipping her hands inside of his kimono. She pulled the clothes from his body, taking them off and tossing them to the side where her own clothes lay. He was quick to get out of them, and aided Nanami, coming free of them and leaning over her.

Her legs came to his hips. She offered herself to him, raising her hips, feeling Tomoe's erection against her bare, silken skin. She shuttered as he rocked against her.

Their bodies froze for a second. Tomoe had gripped himself and pressed to her, guiding himself into her.

She made no sound as he pushed. She did not cry as he breeched her and began the struggle of burring himself. It was painful, but she made no sound of it. Her eyes shut tight and her body tensed. She held onto the pleasure she had once experienced as struggled within her. Her body was stubborn and did not accept Tomoe easily. They continued like that for a few moments. There was a strain on his face as he pushed. He was sure to be so gentle. He did not want to tear her, nor did he want to cause her to bleed.

He rocked with her, soothing her. Tears slipped passed her eyelashes and stained her face. He was sure to brush them away with kisses, lapping at the taste of salt. She relaxed, glad for his comfort and let him into her. Her muscles relaxed and he was able to burry himself deep inside.

She let out a small cry; her legs began to shake. He nuzzled her as he held her gently. He breathed an apology. All strain had left his face. For the first time, Nanami could feel him tremble. His eyes were closed now and his breath was shaky. He rocked against her, pulling from her before digging in again.

After a few moments, Nanami's pain dilapidated to a dull ache as Tomoe continued to thrust into her. He moved slowly, controlling his thrusts and strength. She held him close to her, running her fingers through his damp hair, soothing him, whispering in his ear as he took her body.

"I want to please you, Tomoe. Do not hold back for my sake," she breathed.

Tomoe let out a small moan, his claws dug into her flesh as he quickened, moving more sparatically. She ached and clung to his back, digging her own nails into his skin. This seemed to encourage him as he moved.

It was only a short time that he kept at that pace. He gritted his teeth and leaned over her, buring himself to the hilt before releasing. He called to her, spoke her name in passion and love, causing her heart to melt and her body to shiver all over.

He was kind as he kissed her, like he was thanking her with his lips. He pulled from her and looked down onto her tired face.

His voice came out in a low whisper, barely audible as he brush away Nanami's hair before running his fingers down her face. For the rest of her years she would never forget his voice, what he said.

"I love you."