<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f7/Sample-67c865198e2f7ce9333ef53c111aec9c_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Asakura Mai<br/>Now</strong><br/><br/>As their dance came to an end, Mai's fair cheeks were more than a little pink.  Mariko's curvacious body delighted her eyes and warmed her heart.  As the geisha stretched up her body, soft curved molding into her own, Mai's eyes fluttered shut, and her lips pursed out to join with the geisha's.<br/><br/>She wanted to renew the kiss.  Maybe even invite the girl to a bath, or take a room.  She wanted to brush the girls hair and whisper tender things while they kissed each other shyly, as she'd done long ago with tender friends now lost forever.  She wanted to be  more bold, less innocent, more the person she'd become, and carry the girl to a room to share passionate, screaming caresses into the depths of the night.<br/><br/>Hard honed warrior instincts repressed both these impulses.  She took Mariko's arm and returned to the table, sizing up the three ronin in the corner booth out of the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>AS they sat, she whispered softly, “Mariko-chan, has anyone been giving you a hard time lately?”  She settled the white kitten into Mariko's lap.  The cat was still licking her lips.  It seemed she had devoured her own weight in salmon sushi while they danced.