That voice.<br/><br/>That deep yet sultry voice of hers lingered into his ear. The way that she looked, felt, and smelled was something that he just couldnâ€™t put into words. It had become indescribable. This woman had been above all else that had come and went in his life. She had been the only thing that had caught his eye. He always felt this deep need for her, this desire to be near her at all times. Being away from her all that time was torture to say the least, although he had a great way of hiding how he felt all the time. It was part of the leadership role. He wasnâ€™t supposed to let his guard down or allow his emotions to render him useless in front of his men.<br/><br/>As a leader he had an image to uphold, regardless of how he felt about Mishiko. His crimson hues lingered across her body, taking in every part of her. He memorized her lines, her beautiful skin and even where there might have been flaws. Heâ€™d finally rested on her face, but mostly on her lips. His mouth became dry, which in turn made him lick his lips. Heâ€™d missed her so much and he hadnâ€™t known how he would act once he really got his hands on her.<br/><br/>Really.<br/><br/>She taunted him by slipping off her kimono with his back to her. He couldnâ€™t say that he liked it very much. He showed his teeth, but only a glimmer. He growled a bit, trying to contain his frustration with her. It became even more apparent when sheâ€™d decided to further herself out into the wilderness before fully unclothing herself. His body stiffened as a gentle breeze wafted its way to his nose. He couldnâ€™t help but feel as though he needed to hold his breath. Mishikoâ€™s scent was so strong. It was even stronger than when theyâ€™d first encountered one another after so many years. Whatever he was about to give to her, she was more than willing to take. He could feel itâ€¦and smell it.<br/><br/>After she stepped down into the waters, he gazed up at the moon. Everything had all happened so quickly. Heâ€™d never once in a million years think that heâ€™d be standing there, ready to pounce on a woman such as her. He hadnâ€™t even thought that they would meet up again, ever again for that fact. Slowly he looked down at her, only able to see her back as she too looked up at the moon. With some haste, he removed the lower half of his clothing, with his top half already gone from when she healed him. A hand moved to brush a bit of his bangs from his eyes before he made his way towards the waters where his lover awaited.<br/><br/>Slowly he stepped down to where she was and low as enough to where only his waist on down was submerged. The Oni moved around so that he could see her face. She was even more beautiful in the moonlight. As he gazed down upon her, he slowly reached his hand up so as to caress her face; the remnants of the water ran down her cheek from his fingertips. Part of him wanted to be gentle to her, because it had been such a long time and another part of him, the animal in him, wanted to tear her to pieces. Such conflict was soon to surface once he got started with her and he was sure of it. He had hoped and almost felt positive that she would be able to handle and even enjoy his brief moments of split personalities.<br/><br/>Leaning down, he pressed his body up against her own; his chest was firm against her own soft breasts. Chikageâ€™s lips brushed Mishikoâ€™s before he began to devour them. Here and there, he allowed himself to nip at her playfully before his hands began to search her body. Again, he began to memorize her, with only his hands this time of course before rubbing up and down her back. Eventually his hands moved lower and lower so that they rubbed her thighs before resting at her lower bottom. With a firm squeeze, he gripped her and pulled away from the kiss while moving his hands to rest at the small of her back.<br/><br/>â€œForgive me; Iâ€™m supposed to be getting you clean, am I not?â€ A devilish grin appeared on his face. The blond was definitely more than ready to play with her, just as she had been toying with him earlier. Sure, it was fun when she played back but it only roused him more. Pushing her back to the edges of the water, he lifted her up so that her back pressed gently up against the stones which isolated the water where it was. One by one, he placed her legs on his shoulders before leaning into her warmth and blowing against it gently. â€œWeâ€™ll start here first, shall we?â€ He peered up at her, his eyes unable to meet hers however, because his bangs had been covering those animalistic eyes of his. As he moved in closer to her damp mound, his tongue reached out to her to give it a long and slow lick. It was right after had he gave it another before parting the lips to play with the folds.<br/><br/>He continued tasting her, his tongue had been teasing her all the while as he allowed it to sink into her cave and rub against her walls. When heâ€™d finally come up for air, his eyes began to glow ever so slightly as he grinned a bit. He was rather enjoying this. He hadnâ€™t played like this in such a long time, and especially with her. He had forgotten what it was like to be like this with her, almost what it felt like. Sure, he had always thought about it and imagined what their encounter would be like if he ever saw her again, but those were only fantasies. Fantasies only went so far and they were never as concrete as most humans made them out to be. He kissed both her inner thighs before allow his small fangs to graze the outside of her womanhood. With his right hand he moved to rub her clitoris just enough to allow her body to secrete. He could already feel himself harden even more for her. Just knowing that she was aroused by him and just knowing that he was able to do whatever he wanted to her pleased him very much so.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™d tell me if I missed a spot, wonâ€™t you?â€ He asked in a jokingly way.