Shizune - Honeymoon

“[It's funny, I remember your mother telling us we'd hate France.]”

“[Well if the rest of the week is as good as that escargot was, I'll assume she was lying to keep us away from her get-away spot.]” the short-haired girl across from me signs.

“[I don't even know how we're gonna use up the entire week. I'm beat after just today.]”

Just out the window to our left sits an amazing view of Paris, France, in the winter. A slim layer of white covers most of the city, with more dropping out of the sky as we sit here. A set of heavily-used plates and utensils lies between us, as well as a golden candlestick, the rose-scented bar of wax inside halfway burnt.

The most important part, however, is the new addition to my ring-finger: a 24-carat gold wedding band with a glistening diamond embedded in its surface. An identical one of a smaller size graces the hand of the girl across from me, the newly christened Shizune Nakai.

“[I'm sure we can find something to do, it is Paris after all.]” she replies.

“[Well we've already ridden the canal and toured the city on a helicopter. What do you have in mind?]”

“[Disney Land.]” she returns with a catlike grin.

“[Disney Land? Aren't we a little too old for something like that?]”

“[They have plenty of things to do for adults, thank you.]” she argues.

“[I can imagine, but still...Disney Land?]”

“[Okay then, Mr. Maturity. Why don't we spend the rest of the week counting how many groups of schoolchildren we can find at the museum? Or perhaps we could wander around the city looking for wet paint to watch dry?]”

“[Fine, good point. Not like I know this place well enough to offer a better option anyway.]” I concede.

“[At any rate; we're a newlywed couple in the most romantic city in the world, thousands of miles away from our parents with a rented cabin all to ourselves. I can think of at least one thing to do while we're alone.]” she signs, her face lighting up with a teasing smile and an inviting wink.

“[Yeah, I can imagine a few...activities.]” I reply.

“[I'm glad you understand. Speaking of which, it's getting rather late...]”

I nod my head and step out of the booth, offering her my arm as we stroll out of the restaurant. The bill has already been paid, a staggering sum of over €300 at that. Not as much as it cost to rent that cabin out of town, however. Mrs. Hakamichi wouldn't give me an exact number, but I'd like to consider anything over five thousand a large amount of money.

We're ushered into an already-waiting taxi by an old man in butler's attire, waving goodbye as I read the address of our honeymoon get-away to the driver. I had to pick up a bit of french for this trip, but it seems to be paying off so far; I haven't been getting laughed at too hard either.

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“[Good God.]” I mutter as we step out of the cab and into the winter air, a set of keys jingling in my hand.

It's easily a hundred years old. Maybe even more. It's not one of the fabled western log cabins, but it's sizable enough – big enough for a newlywed couple by a large margin, anyway. A single window sits beside the front door, glazed with a thin layer of ice.

The yellow car speeds off into the distance after Shizune hands him the fare money, its driver waving goodbye and yelling something in French as the horizon swallows him him. The weather has started to pick up, with more and more snow billowing from the sky the longer we stand out here.

It only takes a few tries to get the front door open, welcoming us to a view of a den already furnished with a black leather sofa and an old TV, appearing to be recently dusted.

“[It's freezing in here.]” Shizune comments as she huddles closer to me, shivering.

“[Well then find a heater, there's got to be one in here.]”

We both split up, checking every cabinet for some magical device of warmth-production. Shizune makes a beeline for the bedroom, while I check the den and kitchen.

This is one thing I hate about old houses, no central air and heat. It doesn't help that the walls are especially thick, meaning that the cold won't be going away until we do something about it. I guess it was intended for summer use, as opposed to winter.

I pop my head into the bedroom to see if Shizune's found any luck.

“[Nope, but it's got a king-sized bed!]”

She sits on the edge of the mammoth mattress, bouncing up and down like some kind of bubbly schoolgirl.

Looking around, it would seem like the bedroom is pretty much ready to go, with all of our belongings deposited on the carpeted floor. A single lamp sits on the nightstand, which sheds the perfect amount of dim light across the walls. The bed seems to have been neglected, however, as it sits bare with no sheets or covers.

Opening the closet reveals the object of our desires, a black space heater about the size of a water jug. It won't do much very quickly, but at the very least it'll keep the bedroom warm.

...Not that we'll be needing the extra warmth, considering how particularly 'touchy' my spouse likes to get in her sleep.

In light of this fact, I choose to take the small black box to the living room, popping the plug into the wall before turning around to inspect the bedroom further. My curiosity is instead met with a door being closed and locked in my face, with the sound of bags being unpacked and hasty shuffling permeating through.

A few minutes' wait prove that it's no short affair, and it would seem that it's quite freezing in here. So I decide to curl up on the sofa and see how well the TV works, waiting patiently for the heater to make the room a little more...toasty.

However, it turns out the heater is also rather old, and just barely pushes enough air to warm my freezing hands. It doesn't help that the only channel we have access to is some sort of public access education channel, in a language I barely understand no less.

She was right, Disney Land is way better than this.

With nothing better to do, I sit back and get comfortable in the leather seat. Maybe if I watch for long enough, I'll learn enough French to not have to consult a dictionary just to order a meal.

The wind and snow gush about outside, the sound of whistles echoing through the house as the weather tries to seep in through the cracks. The view outside the window is reduced to a swirling flurry of white as frozen precipitate rolls against the side of the house.

It would seem that somehow, in the past five minutes, the weather has gotten so bad that it's able to throttle the transformer to its knees, a sharp boom causing the power to cut off.

...And then spring back to life. Maybe this place has some sort of back-up generator. Anyway, the lights and heater spring back to life, as if nothing had ever happened. Although the TV seems to be out to lunch now, as all of the one channel we previously had has now disappeared.

Before I can become too deeply engrossed in the static filling the TV screen, a snapping sound grabs my attention. Upon turning around, I see Shizune peeping around the corner, her hand whipped out in the post-snap position.

“[What happened?]” she asks.

“[I think the power's out. There was a generator downstairs, but that will last us an hour at most.]”

“[Great. Stranded in a cabin during a snowstorm.]” she sighs.

“[At least we have each other.]” I respond before laughing at how dumb that statement must have sounded.

She replies with a silent giggle before disappearing around the corner.

I turn off most of the electronics in hopes that it'll give a bit more time, but the heater alone will probably burn off whatever is in the generator within a few hours. After that, we'll need...alternative sources of heat.

Have two people ever gone into hypothermia while doing...that?

Before I can can contemplate all of the dangers of losing my clothes, the sound of floorboards creaking fills my ears.

It turns out to be Shizune.

She's trying to sneak up on me, her figure clad in nothing but a beige turtleneck and a pair of navy blue thigh-high stockings. She has to tug the sweater down over her hips due to the fact that it's at least a size too small.

“[Well good evening, beautiful.]”

“[I wouldn't say it's a good evening, power outage and all.]” she replies, jumping back a bit to hide the fact that her stealthy endeavor has failed.

Oh yeah, speaking of which, I was just about to look for something to get the fireplace started. I motion to Shizune to wait while I look around the room.

Luckily, there's already some wood piled in the brick fireplace and waiting to be lit. All it takes is a dozen matches and one of those metal poking sticks before it bursts to life, illuminating most of the den.

“[I was actually about to say something about that.]” Shizune comments with one of her silent giggles, still keeping her nether-region hidden behind a wall of woolen delight.

No matter how much I look her up and down, that current outfit leaves nothing to the imagination. It hugs her figure inch for inch, bringing attention to the slender curvature of her form and accentuating her more feminine endowments. Her chest seems to pop out more than usual inside of the wonderful garment and her hips look as enticing as ever. It doesn't help that her thighs are totally bare between the sweater and the thigh-highs, with no skirt to cover most of it like usual; just soft, light, creamy skin from hip to mid-thigh.

I wonder what it looks like from the back. Is she even wearing anything under it?

“[Quit staring so much!]” she chastises.

“[Well what do you expect me to stare at? The wall-hangings?]”

“[Yes!]” she argues.

“[Alright, so I have a choice between my gorgeous wife in an outfit like that and a painting of a bridge. Makes sense to choose the latter.]”

“[You act like I only put it on for you to gawk at. I just...needed something warm to wear!]”

“[You just needed something warm to wear? You've got a tad too much tsun-tsun there.]” I comment before plopping down on the sofa.

“[Tsun-tsun? You'd love it if I were that kind of character, wouldn't you?]” she retorts as she struts around the couch and sits down in my lap. Her hips wiggle back and forth as she scoots into a more comfortable position, her rear snuggled up against a certain part of me.

“[Maybe every now and then.]” I reply with a chuckle, peeking around her to make sure the signs flashing by on my hand are visible.

“[Pervert.]”

“[Hey now, don't go tempting me.]” I answer, letting my fingers drag across the fleecy surface of her top as they make their way down to her hips.

She glances at me from over her shoulder with that competitive grin.

“[Oh? And what if I want to tempt you?]” she replies with an inviting smile, her slender fingers intertwining with mine as my other hand is brought to her bare thigh.

“[I assume that's why you went bottomless?]” I ask.

“[Sweaters only stretch so far.]”

“[You could've at least put something on down there.]” I retort, prodding at her legs.

“[I do have something on down there.]” she replies, lifting the sweater a little bit. Hugging her perfectly-rounded hips is a pair of plaid, black and white panties. The silk fabric glistens in the warm light emanating from the fireplace.

“[That's all?]” I reply, trying to keep from staring at the wondrous sight in front of me.

“[Of course that's all. I don't wear boyshorts or anything.]”

“[Geez, you must be freezing down there.]” I comment.

“[Of course I am, that's what I have you for.]”

She grabs my hand and holds it as she lays back and kisses me on the cheek, planting my palms on her bare skin. I can't help but play along as my fingers caress her smooth flesh, a chuckle escaping my throat as I feel just how chilly she actually is.

“[What are you laughing at?]”

“[How unfortunate it would be if you caught a cold during your little plot.]”

“[My little plot? I'm just doing my duty as your wife.]” she replies with another kiss on the cheek.

“[Well I'd like to do my duty as your husband and keep you from being bedridden with a cold.]”

“[Maybe you should do your duty as my husband and stop playing hard to get.]” she replies with a catlike smirk.

“[What makes you say that?]” I ask as I meet her lips.

“[Newlywed couple alone in a cabin? You're awfully dense.]”

“[I just like having you spell it out for me.]”

My hand glides up and down her hips before slipping under the fleecy softness of her sweater, my fingertips gliding across the smooth texture of her belly.

“[Really now? What else do I need to spell out for you?]”

I pretend to be in thought for a bit as my hand slithers up her midsection, caressing the slim contours of her belly before holding just below her chest,

“[I'm not sure. What do you think I need to know?]”

“[I think we'll have to come up with a way to stay warm once these clothes come off.]”

She lets out a barely audible moan as I take her breast into my hand, savoring the satisfying softness as my palm sinks into her flesh, its warmth filling the gaps between my fingers.

“[And how do you suppose we do that?]”

“[We'll huddle together for warmth! Physical contact!]”

“[What kind of physical contact?]” I ask, having to stifle a chuckle as I realize just how stupid I sound.

“[The full-body kind. With no clothes on.]” she shoots back, her replies becoming more and more provocative with each pass. I don't think I can hold back any longer, one because the sound of her cute cries responding to my touch is driving me insane, and two because I'm running out of ways to respond like a dunce.

“[Why wouldn't we have any clothes on if it's so cold?]”

She gives me a blank stare, eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and confusion.

“[Just shut up and have sex with me, you idiot.]” she finally signs as she pulls me into a kiss.

Can't argue if she's going to be that forward.

Her palm slides down and caresses me through the layers of fabric, each impassioned stroke sending warm chills through my body. Her other hand grips mine as I fondle and squeeze her well-endowed chest, fingers wrapping around mine as if to ask for more.

She undoes my belt buckle with one hand before sliding back onto my lap, her hips gently rocking in and out as she lays back against me. I rest my head on her shoulder as I squeeze and fondle her supple chest, pinching her nipple between the tips of my fingers.

I wonder if they're hard because it's cold, or because of me.

My fingers hook around the bottom of her sweater and pull up, exposing her chest to the cool winter air. I can feel the goosebumps running across her skin as she tries to yank it back down, giving a stubborn huff before settling for my hands.

However, it would seem that she wants some...warmth elsewhere, as she grabs my wrists and guides it down her midsection, tiny gasps escaping her mouth as I rub her inner-thigh. Her hips undulate against my lower-half as I run the tip of my finger across the silken texture of her panties, poking lightly at the damp spot between her legs.

Not daring to wait a moment longer, I let my hand slither under the elastic hugging her hips and tease at the quivering flesh inside, reveling in her tiny, cute moans.

“[You're an animal, you know that?]” she comments.

“[And you're the woman who married an animal.]” I retort as my digit dances up and down, her back arching in pleasure with each wiggle of my fingertip.

“[Maybe I should start keeping you on a leash.]” she comments.

“[You already do.]” I reply, holding up my other hand to show off the golden wedding band.

She gives me an amused smile as her grip around my wrist tightens, nudging my hand back and forth as it prods at her most sensitive parts.

“[Here, I've always wanted to try something.]”

She pulls my hands away before standing up and motioning for me to do the same.

“[Close your eyes.]”

I nod my head and place my hands over my eyes, anticipating the next step. I don't have to anticipate for long, however, as my pants are soon yanked from my body, with my underwear following. Despite the fiery warmth creeping through the room, my lower half is still assaulted by the cool air, making me shudder.

It would seem that Shizune is in a hurry, however, as I'm not left shivering for very long, my lower half soon welcomed to the warmth of another body.

She taps on my nose a few times, signing “[I always wanted to try this.]” as my sight is rekindled.

The scent of her hair fills my senses as she backs up against me, allowing me to rest my chin on her head. A strangely smooth and satisfying pressure enveloping my lower-body.

She grabs my hand and plant it on her hip, holding me in place. Before I can question just what she has planned, I'm squeezed even harder, sending waves of pleasure up and down my body.

“[What are you doing?]” I sign, unable to look down as she keeps my chin anchored on her head.

“[Guess.]”

I don't have to guess, this is the kind of thing I've fantasized about every time I glance at her skirtline, those thigh-length stockings hugging her shapely legs, leaving just enough of a gap of skin between the two.

“[You aren't seriously...]”

“[I am.]” she signs before squeezing my hand even tighter, pulling herself closer.

“[I never imagined it feeling so...]”

“[Amazing? Don't think you're the only one enjoying it.]”

“[That's a good word for it, yeah.]” I reply.

“[I'm glad you think so.]”

Her knees pinch together as her body sways, the warmth of her bare skin coaxing every last ounce of lust and desire out of me. My fingers dig into her flesh, thumb hooking around the elastic of her panties as I caress her enticing hips.

“[How did you know I'd like it so much?]”

“[Because you've been staring at my legs non-stop, ever since we met. Even the day you walked into the classroom all those years ago you were trying to peek under the desk.]”

“[Maybe if you didn't walk around in such a provocative outfit all the time...]”

“[I hate pantyhose. And knee-highs are too short. Not like you're complaining anyway.]”

“[There's a reason I always ask you to wear them, you know.]”

A gentle moan seeps from her throat as she grinds against me, the warmth of our bodies pooling together. The fingers of her off hand wrap around mine, squeezing as each wave of bliss washes over our bodies.

“[Because you're a stockings fetishist.]” she replies with a teasing smile.

"[I do not have a stockings fetish!]"

"[Do too.]" she argues back.

“[...Maybe you should stop looking so good in striped thigh-highs.]” I retort.

"[See, you admitted it! That's not even the only one too.]"

"[What? So I like to see my wife wearing sexy clothing, what's the problem with that?]"

“[How about you stop making absurd clothing requests?]”

“[Absurd clothing? Are you still mad about that time I asked you to try on a cheerleader's uniform?]”

“[It was three sizes too small! Geez, you have so many weird turn-ons; sweaters, miniskirts...]"

"[You will never find a guy who isn't turned on by things like that.]"

"[...glasses, short hair, and blue eyes? Explain those.]"

“[Well I guess you could say I have a Shizune fetish, then.]” I reply, chuckling a bit before planting a kiss on the top of her head.

Her fingers wag about as she tries to think of a witty response, but the only thing that comes back is the sign-language equivalent of embarrassed stuttering. Instead, she grabs my other hand and plants it on her hip as she picks up the pace with more force, her knees rubbing past one another as she squeezes me more tightly.

It's good that she's keeping me from speaking, since I don't think I'd be able to make any discernible language anyway. I grit my teeth in ecstasy as she bobs back and forth, my hands holding onto her hips for balance as we rock back and forth.

However, before she can bring me across the finish line, I hold her still before backing away, sliding her panties down and leaving them on the ground. I wrap my arms around her waist and back her against the wall before kissing her on the cheek.

Our lust seems to be at odds as she leans over and plants her hands on the wall, glancing over her shoulder with a look of desire as I line myself up and plunge into her.

Her head rears back as I take the first few thrusts, unable to keep myself under control for long as we begin to rock back and forth against the wall. She takes a look back every now and then, eyes filled with bliss as she bites her lip.

At this point, the generator seems to want to interrupt and does so by cutting off the emergency power. The light emanating from the fireplace is plenty to sustain us however; in fact, it even helps, as the sight of Shizune's smooth, bare back bathed in warm light is enough to ignite every last ounce of passion in my mind.

She bounces back against me each time I slide forward, our hips slapping together with each collision. The soft texture of her rear fills my hands as I try to hold myself steady, unable to keep my mind under control as the sound of her haggard breaths sends me over the edge.

This isn't enough, though.

I step back and glance around, noticing the door to the bedroom wide open.

“[Why did you stop?!]”

Not even bothering to respond, I sweep Shizune into my arms and carry her to the bedroom. Shizune quickly grasps the situation and wraps her arms around my neck, flashing me an excited grin as I lay her down on the...

“[Is this why you locked me out of the room?]”

She gives me a fervent nod, beaming a look of triumph.

“[I'm impressed.]”

What was previously a bare mattress is now adorned with pearl-white sheets and a long navy-blue bedspread, already folded back. A mound of pillows has been laid at the head of the bed, with the faint  glow of a cluster of candles on the dresser sparing just enough light over the amazing view before me.

There's even rose petals. Wow.

However, before I can take the first bite of an incredibly enticing meal, Shizune stops me cold.

“[It won't be as warm if you're wearing that.]” she signs, pointing at my shirt.

I don't even bother to argue, unbuttoning the dress shirt and tossing it over my shoulder before letting every other article of clothing on my body, socks and all, follow it. I hop back onto the bed just in time to be slapped with a discarded sweater, with my wife's entire torso bared.

“[Hey, you can leave those on.]” I comment as she slides her fingers into the first stocking.

“[...You really ARE a stockings fetishist!]” she replies, laughing.

“[I just think you look good in them.]” I argue.

“[Well thank you, but I'm afraid they have to come off.]”

“[What? Why?]”

“[Because tonight is the night that I'm going to give myself to you.]”

“[Shizune, this isn't our...first time.]”

“[Of course it isn't, but this IS our first time as a married couple. We're one now, and as such, I belong to you; all of me. You can't have all of me if I'm still wearing something.]”

She takes my inability to form a coherent argument as an agreement as she slides out of the thigh-highs, putting on an especially inviting display as she bares her long, shapely legs, then sliding the slim metal frames from her visage and laying them on the nightstand. Satisfied that everything is in order, she scoots back and lays against the mound of pillows, her arms open wide.

“[What are you afraid of? I'm yours.]”

It's at this point that my libido kicks into overdrive and I leap on top of her, letting my skin rub against hers as she pulls me into a long, impassioned kiss.

“[But you belong to me too, so don't you dare hold back!]”

Her blue eyes gaze into mine, a warm smile filling her expression as she silently beckons for me. Without a word, I guide myself into her, savoring the soft, satisfied sigh that rolls out of her mouth as I inch my way in.

I lay my forehead against hers and lock eyes with her as I slide in and out at a relaxed pace, relishing every moment. Her warm hands rest around my back, working their way up and crawling through my hair as our lips connect.

The tempo increases at a steady rate as I dive deeper and harder, our bodies soon rocking back and forth with such force that we can't even hold a kiss. I merely hold myself up over her and push in and out, savoring her cute expression as she moans in delight.

Her hands find their way to my shoulders, fingernails scraping against my skin as she tries to hold herself steady. Her ankles slide across the satin bedsheets as I work my way in and out, her knees squeezing my hips as she pulls me in even closer.

I rest my head on her shoulder, lips grazing the soft skin of her neck as her warm, quick breaths roll past my ear, sending chills across my body. Every now and then I catch glimpses of her chest, shaking and jiggling with each motion. Unable to hold myself back I let one hand settle on her bust, pinching her pink nipple and savoring the warmth as she tightens around me.

Our pace quickens even more as the evening wears on, her deep blue eyes clenched shut as she loses herself in pleasure, legs wrapped around my backside as if to keep me from escaping. My head spins with lust as Shizune overwhelms all of my senses – the scent of blueberry, the taste of her sweat-laced skin against my lips, the sensations flowing through my body as she and I become one, the sound of her labored breaths and cute, barely-audible moans, and the sight of her perfect figure rocking back against me, quivering with ecstasy as our minds meld together.

I pull one hand away to sign “[I love you,]” too caught up in the moment to think about how out of place it may be.

Unable to fix her fingers correctly, she grabs ahold of my hand, her fingers filling the gaps between mine as we enter the final stretch, sliding past one another in raw lust. She grabs my head with her other hand and pulls me in closer, her gasps of pleasure slithering into my ear and driving me even further down the road to madness.

Without any delay, or even an afterthought, I power forward, unable to hold back as our bodies climax as one, her head rearing back in bliss as our bodies tense up in a single moment of unity before relaxing.

My arms give way and I collapse onto her chest, resting my cheek on the soft makeshift pillow. Our hands stay connected, however, no matter how much I try to bring it to my side.

“[I love you.]” Shizune signs with her free hand, flicking me on the head to make sure I'm paying attention.

“[I love you too.]” I respond, my chest pounding with exhaustion.

She thinks for a moment, trying to come up with something to say before ultimately settling for “[...I love you more.]”

“[No, I love you more.]” I retaliate, unable to keep from grinning.

We go back and forth like this for a while before Shizune eventually grabs my other hand to 'silence' me, leaning forward to plant a kiss on my forehead when I look up to question her.

She gazes into me with a mixture of happiness and curiosity before letting my hands drop.

“[What?]” I ask.

“[Nothing, just you and your weird turn-ons.]” she replies.

“[It's not my fault your breasts make such great pillows.]”

She puts her hand up to slap me with a witty response before letting it drop. Instead, she pulls my head closer into her chest, a sigh of faux-disapproval sauntering out of her mouth as I snuggle up to her bosom.

“[So, was that a pretty good first day for you?]” I ask.

“[It was...nice. I think there's room for the rest of the week to be even better.]” she replies.

“[What makes you say that? Disney Land?]”

“[Well of course. But maybe tomorrow we'll have the lights.]”

“[Not a fan of candlelight?]”

“[I'm saying it's too cold, pull the blanket up already.]”

I reach back and pull the thick array of bedspreads up and over us, melting into her embrace as she wraps her arms around me. Without another word spoken, we both sink into slumber, anxious for the next day to start.