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It was a hot, June evening in Kyoto; shops had closed down for the day and the townsfolk were ready to turn in for another day come tomorrow. Privately soaking in a vast basin, Ryoma let himself unwind, his tense muscles slowly loosening up to the slightly warm temperature of the water. After helping out Katsura and Okubo all day, having the night to himself was the perfect way to end it.

All that I’m missing right now is her.

A familiar pair of sapphire eyes accompanied by a sweet, gorgeous smile flashed through his mind, causing his heart to pound madly within the confines of his chest. If she was with him in the basin right now, the room would turn into a sauna in a matter of minutes.

“Ryoma? Are you in there?”

The sound of her voice made his heart leap.

“What is it, Kisara?”

“I brought some extra, fresh towels.”

“Okay. Come on in.”

The door slid open, and she walked in with a bundle of towels. When she caught a glimpse of him in the tub, Kisara felt her cheeks heat up slightly.

“Are you done with your duties?” he asked, watching her every move.

“Yes. I’m done,” she replied with a nod as she set the towels within his reach. “I’ll leave you to your bath. I’ll see you in my room when you’re done.”

She was about to leave when he stopped her.

“Wait.”

She paused at the sound of his voice.

“Why don’t you strip out of your clothes and join me?”

She gulped at the sound of his question and felt the pace of her heart pick up. When she didn’t answer right away, he spoke up again.

“I’m sure you broke a sweat from all the work you did. Come here and let me clean you up.”

She had to admit that he had her there; now that they had entered the summer season, she had been sweating like a pig with both the cooking and the deliveries. With the heat wave being nonstop, she never really got the chance to breathe, even if she freed herself from her clothes.

After giving it some thought for a bit, Kisara glanced over at him and nodded before proceeding to strip out of her kimono. She started with her obi sash, and then opened her kimono, pushing the fabric off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. The heat in her cheeks intensifying, she reached for her bun and loosened it, allowing her long, crimson locks to fall down her back. She then turned around, her eyes coming into contact with Ryoma’s as she made her way into the basin. Once she was within reach, Ryoma reached for her wrist, pulling her closer to him and getting her on his lap.

“Now this is the type of bath I want.”

A small smile formed on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, while he wrapped his arms around her, his rough palms stroking her back. He then reached for the nearby washcloth and began washing her back, his eyes never leaving hers. Once he finished, he set the washcloth down and leaned towards her, passionately kissing her soft lips. His tongue pierced its way through her mouth, finding hers and twining with it. He swallowed the numerous moans that escaped her throat as he deepened the kiss, and then returned one when her hands moved to caress his muscular physique.

He then broke away from her lips and moved down to her neck, showering her throat with numerous kisses and sucking on her collarbone just enough to leave a bright red mark. He continued his kissing trail, going down her chest and stopping at the valley between her breasts. Breathing heavily against her skin, Ryoma began showering her breasts with kisses and sucking and tugging on her nipples, alternating between them. Kisara let out a moan resembling his name loud enough to fill the entire room as her hands found the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his short, red locks. She held his head against her chest as he continued his assault on her breasts, never wanting him to stop. On impulse, she rocked her hips against his, feeling his length brushing against her core and emitting a low moan from him.

“I want you right now, Kisara,” he purred in her ear.

She nodded in response. “I want you too, Ryoma. I want you so badly.”

Unable to put it off any longer, Ryoma set himself at the entrance to her core, ready to pierce his way through. Grabbing her face with both hands, he sealed his lips against hers in another kiss, wanting to savor every last bit of her mouth. Right then and there, he rocked his hips, piercing her core in a single thrust. He swallowed the gasp that escaped her throat, and continued to move, slowly picking up the pace with each thrust.

He then buried his face into the crook of her neck, sucking the same area where he left his love bite and getting lost in her moans and the euphoria that they were both feeling. Kisara lightly scratched his shoulder blades with her nails, making him moan slightly against her skin.

“I’m the only one with the ability to make you make so much noise in one night,” he growled.

“Ryoma…”

Their moans mixed together as they continued to make love, and at the climax, Ryoma pushed himself as far as he could allow it, settling himself deep inside her. She held onto him tightly as they relaxed, placing a soft kiss on the area where throat melded into shoulder.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart. We’re getting out.”

With a nod, she followed his instructions, keeping her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he stood up from the basin, grabbing a couple towels from nearby. After stepping out, she loosened her legs and he held her as she carefully balanced herself. He then used one of the towels to dry her off and wrapped the fabric around her slender figure.

She then grabbed the towel he was holding.

“Let me dry you off. It’s only fair that I returned the favor.”

She then proceeded to dry him off, and when she finished, he wrapped the towel around his waist. She then let out a small squeal as he picked her up and carried her bridal style out of the bathroom and into her room upstairs.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?”

She shook her head. “No. Shiki’s closed tomorrow. I have the day off.”

“Sounds like we’ll be staying in your room all day tomorrow.”