The Last Time [Shadow hearts, Anne/Jinpachiro, R]

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Title: The Last Time
Rating: R
Warnings: some references to sex
Word count: 415
Summary: It was Jinpachiro and Anne's wedding night, but she's not exactly there.
Prompt: June 4th - Shadow Hearts, Karin/Ben Hyuga (Yuri's parents): Wedding night - She has to keep in mind which name to say while orgasming .

In short, the wedding ceremony was brief and free of any gaudy intricacies.

When the dinner party was over, both of them retreated to the room that was Jinpachiro's room-their room now, and Anne realized she needed help undressing her wedding kimono. It was a great deal of layers-the Hyugas weren't exactly blue bloods, but the kimono was something that has been passed through generations. In her mind, there was a haunting realization that she was wearing a precious family heirloom, and the only thought that occurred in her was keeping them clean and pristine. The first logical choice was removing them--but forget sheer veil and white wedding gown, she got a golden robe embroidered with majestic white cranes and a very heavy black wig that supported countless hair pins. She removed the uncountable hair pins that kept her wig intact, and the auburn tresses tumbled down her back. She was too focused on her task that when someone laid a hand on her arm, Anne didn't notice at first.

Her husband's smile was genuine, and she felt the corner of her lips curving to return it.

"It was a hectic night, but thank you for seeing this through."

Anne managed a giggle, turning around to show him her intricately knotted obi. "I think it's not over yet."

He took his time undressing her, and trailed kisses along the side of her face, her exposed nape, down to the back of her ear-and oh, he does know the right spots.

The obi came tumbling down the tatami, and Jinpachiro's hand snaked to her front, slowly pulling the fabric away from her skin, leaving her in a thin inner robe with a simply knotted waist band that only needs a quick tugging.

They tumbled down the futon together in a tangle of limbs and when Jinpachiro pushed her robe off her shoulder, he lowered his face onto her, making her back arched, eliciting involuntary gasps.

I'm not betraying anybody, she told herself, again and again, as her husband traced her inner thigh with his lips. I'm Anne Hyuga, and nobody else.

Suddenly they were both in their own skin, and Jinpachiro gently traced her jaw line with his thumb before lowering down to catch her mouth in his.

"I love you," he muttered against her lips.

All she could remember was the last time she had said that to somebody else, so Anne pulled him down to kiss him back and she couldn't answer.

Comments

[jlsigman.livejournal.com]

This was my prompt... nicely done! Thanks!

[lurk-stiltzkin.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you like it.