fic: Blame It On Steel Samurai (part one)
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bonnefoisTitle: Blame It On Steel Samurai
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A storm, canceled flights and a Steel Samurai convention means Ema and Nahyuta get stuck sharing a hotel room with a single bed.
Word count: 5,619
Author's note:
Imagine person A of your OTP is getting ready for a shower or bath. Person B, on the other hand, is lingering outside the bathroom door because they're unsure how to ask A if they can join them.
Just as B's courage falters and they're about to give up, A appears in the doorway, asking with some amusement if B would like to join them.
AA6 spoilers, post game.
Happy birthday, Seta_Suzume.
Thunder filled the skies above, past the racing cars as the automatic doors closed behind her. The downpour was so thick that all she could make out of the scene behind them were the lights of streetlights and headlights through the thick streams of water.
"May the Holy Mother be thanked that we made it safely," Prosecutor Sadhmadhi said softly.
The storm canceled every single flight for so long that sleeping it off at the airport wasn't an option. And even worse, it had to happen right around SamuCon, the biggest Steel Samurai con around. They'd been through three other hotels that promised vacancies on their website only to give a sorry, full up for SamuCon message when they showed up. Ema dug through her bag as he approached the receptionist. Empty Snackoo bags crinkled as she searched for her tech.
"Please let it not be ruined...it's so expensive..." Ema muttered to herself.
"If that is the case, I will replace it."
"I mean, I bought the extended warranty. It'll be fine. But still, it's good to know," Ema said.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi stepped forward to the desk. The receptionist had a momentary flicker of a mix of looking very impressed, and very taken aback at the sight of him. Which was a pretty typical reaction towards Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
One which was both very relatable and caused a bit of irritation in Ema.
But a moment later, the service smile was back on.
"What can I do for you?"
"Excuse me, madame. Please give us the honor of two of your rooms," he said.
There was the sound of clacking keys as the receptionist checked the computer.
"It's SamuCon, so..."
"Yes, we know, trust me," Ema muttered.
The receptionist pursed her ruby red lips, and continued on as if Ema had said nothing.
"But, you're in luck; we got a cancellation. One room left on the third floor. A honeymoon suite."
Ema looked up from her bag. "Only one room?"
Only one bed?!
The receptionist tapped her ruby red nails on the counter and barely concealed her annoyance. "Look, ma'am, it's SamuCon. You can't just waltz in during SamuCon and expect tons of vacancies."
Ema's eye twitched. She couldn't believe she was getting ma'am-ed. She wasn't even thirty yet. Though her current state made her look more like bog hag than the twenty-nine year old she was.
The receptionist continued on. "This year is going to be bigger than ever. There's probably not a single vacancy for miles. We only have an opening because someone's flight was canceled," the lady receptionist said. Her patience seemed on its very limits. The alternative was taking going back into the downpour, hailing a cab and hoping that some other hotel would have a double vacancy. Except, like she'd said, this wouldn't be the only hotel filled to bursting with SamuCon coming around.
Or going back to the airport and trying to sleep there, even though the storms showed no signs of letting up. The cab fees were piling up. At least Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was footing that particular bill. Still, the thought of going back out and getting soaked yet again just to be told no vacancies wasn't exactly heartening.
"We will take it," Prosecutor Sahdamdhi said.
Nahyuta took care of the payment transaction, and took the key card.
"Detective Skye, we must get checked in," he said softly.
"U-Um, right."
Ema swallowed. It was a honeymoon suite, so it would be big, right? Meant for two people... Ema followed after him in a daze. One room. One bed. How was she supposed to keep her feelings under control now?
*
A single queen-sized bed was in the middle of the surprisingly colorful room. There was a lot of raspberry, and even heart shaped pillows on the bed which was kind of corny. At least it wasn't a vibrating bed. A flat screen television was hung above the large brown dresser, which took up most of the other side of the wall. There was a mini-fridge to the left the television, that she hoped had alcohol for her sake.
Of all the ones to get, they got a honeymoon suite decked out like some cheesy Valentine's day decoration. Ema couldn't tell if it was good luck or bad.
He cleared his throat. "Detective Skye.. I will take the floor. I have no putrid intentions. We are merely exhausted and cannot risk going back to the airport in this state."
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor, jeez, I'm not that cruel."
"The floor is carpeted, and much softer than sleeping on the temple floor as I have in the past. By comparison, it is a luxury. I have knelt in prayer for over nineteen hours straight, and bent to the will of Ga'ran. This is nothing."
There wasn't a lot of comforting things she could say to that, really.
"Do you wish to use the shower first?"
He quickly kept the subject going before she could reply. She knew a prosecutor tactic when she saw one. Then again, what could she say? Yes, please share the bed so I can be even more tempted to kiss you than I have been for almost every minute of the past years?
Ema cleared her throat. "Er, no, I'm worried about my tech. That rain might've ruined some of my best stuff. I couldn't tell how wet it got back there. I'm going to have to borrow things from your bags to check, though."
He bent down to open up his gold and white rolling suitcase. His long braid fell distractingly down his back. "Go ahead."
Ema quickly rubbed the condensation off of her phone. Sure, she backed up her files on the regular, but it would still be a complete pain to have to call the warranty place, then have them ship a new one. Sure, she could pay for it with her new raise that she'd gotten, but she'd much rather spend her money on other things.
Like snacks. Shipping was hell to get to Khura'in on anything, but especially food.
This was, after all, the very first time they'd been out together. Princess Rayfa was now Queen Rayfa. And it was just enough to allow them this little window of time to travel again.
Damn, Ema had even missed being jetlagged.
Okay, she hadn't missed that, or airport bullshit, but traveling with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi and having him all to herself? Yeah, she missed that. She missed that a lot
Ema undid his satchel, feeling a mix of desperation and guilt as she looked through his things. Even with his permission it still felt weirdly invasive. She pulled out his prayer book and rosary, with gilded edges and a Khura'inese so ancient and complex she couldn't even hope to read a word. The book was wrapped in a plastic Ziploc bag--Ema's own suggestion which he'd taken to right away. She smiled at the memory.
If only she'd taken her own advice and bagged up her equipment. Well--technically she had but a nail file had ripped them and she hadn't gotten around to getting more. It wasn't like she could just go up to the ziplock bag kiosk right next to the Subway in the airports they'd been through.
Thankfully, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was the type of person to keep around uncooked rice, just in case he felt like making himself a home cooked meal between cases. At first it'd been baffling, but now she was damn grateful for his level of preparedness.
He was so silver-tonged that he even managed to make the airport security accept whatever he took without question. Ema still wasn't sure that they didn't teach Jedi-mind tricks in his monk school. He'd walked right in there with a bottle of water and the guards just let him.
She filled her empty Snackoo bag with rice and put it inside. It wasn't like it'd be the first time her phone came out sticky and smelling of Snackoos.
None of her chemicals had broken--thank god. The amount of quarantining that would take would be a nightmare. She'd probably have to toss everything, and possibly pull out a gas mask at that. The other tech had been down low enough beneath the piles of snack wrappers that they hadn't gotten wet. Ema let out a sigh of relief. Never had she been more grateful that she could be kind of a slob.
Only now did she stumble in on how uncomfortable it was. Her clothes were completely soaked, and her damp hair stuck to her face in unattractive dark streaks. The less said about her makeup, the better. All it took was one storm to turn her into looking like a goth who had just been dumped.
"Waterproof mascara, my ass," Ema said under her breath.
She really needed to get one of her makeup remover wipes before she accidentally convinced Prosecutor Sahdmadhi that she was a beast from hell with what happened to her mascara. Having her boss attempt to exorcise her would really just make the day go a whole lot worse.
She watched as he gathered up his things from the suitcase. The handmade soap he used gave him such a wonderful scent. The kind which made her want to bury her face against him and just breathe him in. She knew it was made straight from yak milk and some of the herbs that grew high on the mountain. It worked better than any axe or sword or whatever body spray guys were obsessed with now.
The door opened and she glanced up from her tech. He'd peeled off his shirt, and undone his braid, so his hair fell across his shoulder.
Ema blushed.
She should've looked away and given him some privacy, but damn. She wanted to get a feel of those broad shoulders, run her nails down that long, slender back of his.
"Oh, fuck...."
Ema instantly bit her lip. Dammit. At least she'd been quiet, and he hadn't apparently heard her. The last thing she needed to do was teach the monk what the word fuck meant.
As opposed to how you'd want to teach him the meaning of the word literally? How you'd love to just teach him the meaning of the word fuck at a very intimate one on one basis? He might've not had any 'putrid' intentions with you in this room, but you sure do, her mind reminded her.
"What the hell?" Ema said.
"My apologies. I assumed that due to seeing the ads and billboards, your culture did not mind coming out slightly undressed."
"Yeah, it's kind of a double standard. Some guys can do it, but women can't. Not that I think about going tits out to work, mind you!"
He let out a long breath. Probably praying for her soul or something.
She always managed to stumble down and say the most embarrassing things, especially around him.
"Look, forget it. What are you looking for? Maybe I can help. I was just in there."
"Bathing implements," he said without looking up. He bent down further to dig into his suitcase. It wasn't like him to be disorganized, or to come out in front of her half-naked, but the last flights had been completely hectic. Even he had to be a little rattled.
Without the longer parts of his frock coat, and with how drenched he was, she was getting one hell of a view. She swallowed slowly, and licked her lips. Though she could think of plenty of other parts of his body she'd rather be licking.
Down, Ema. He's your boss, remember?
Actually, that just made it hotter.
"You know that hotels here has shampoo and soap already, right?"
"They smell putrid and are full of harsh chemicals," he said.
Ema gave him a sharp sidelong glance. "Oh my god, do not give me that crap! The world is full of chemicals! It's the building blocks of life! An apple is full of unpronounceable chemicals."
"These 'shampoos' are putrid. Displeasing to the skin and I do not wish to put them within my body, let alone put them anywhere near my hair."
"You aren't supposed to eat them! Please don't tell me you're out here just chomping down on soap in the shower."
He didn't dignify that with a response.
Then again, he was the one with the jealous-inducing amazing hair. Maybe she shouldn't be starting fights about hair care and skin routines with the person who looked like some divine being who came down from heaven just to judge sinners.
"Fine, whatever. There's soap and some weird bottles full of white stuff in this bag I borrowed. Is that what you're looking for?"
"Ah, yes. Thank you."
Ema watched him approach, but she still wasn't ready. So much of him was just so lickable. She really appreciated the lithe and toned build he had going on there. Whatever Khura'inist exercises or stretches he was doing were really working.
She closed her eyes and rested her head against the bed. Maybe she could have some alone time in the shower, because otherwise, she wouldn't exactly have time to get herself off, not with him being so close. And that would feel like some kind of torture, just knowing he was in the very same room as her and--
Ugh, there her mind went again.
She needed some kind of anti-viral system for the mind. Except, instead of computer viruses, it would be the lock on her mind wandering to be about her boss again.
And imagining her boss like that.
It'd been ages since she'd been able to get off. With the fuss of packing for their first trip from Khura'in, and the long flight, she'd barely had a moment to herself. Technically, this was some official prosecutor business that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi invited her to go along on. Something about a request from Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth. She was pretty sure it wasn't to invite him to tea, too. There'd been promises of free food and board and trip, and it'd be like a vacation.
And damn if Ema couldn't do with a vacation. After two years of working double shifts to not just process new cases, but retry the old ones which were potentially tainted by the creative methods of the last administration.
Even more promising, there'd be hours upon hours of uninterrupted time with him. Even if it was spent in an airport. Due to laws and all, he couldn't keep his phone on. That phone which had been getting in the way of her time over and over. Maybe she was getting some kind of a jealous complex, even when she knew it was just Seh'kret'ari, his elderly assistant, who wasn't too fond of Ema.
What was he doing now? Nahyuta paused at the door a moment. He wasn't one to waste water, but she could hear it streaming down, or was that just the sound of rain?
She could just imagine his soft voice then.
"...Could it be that you wish to join me, Detective Skye?"
She wouldn't be able to keep from blushing. Even a hand over her face wouldn't hide the heat there.
"I..."
"No, that was improper and imprudent. Forgive my conduct. Obviously being in this situation has made me forget my manners."
"No, it's true. I...do," she would say.
"Then I shall be eagerly awaiting you to join me."
She would follow him into the bathroom. Clothes would be peeled off between kisses. He would brushed back her wet hair and they stepped into the warm spray of water. Ema would lost in the heat, in the feel of his lips.
His hands would wander all over her skin. It would so hard to keep from crying out from the sheer pleasure of it all. His fingers would be inside her, thrusting deep and finding all new ways to pleasure her. His mouth would be hot, searing her skin past the warm water.
"Detective Skye, it's your turn."
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's gentle voice broke through the frenzied images in her mind.
She quickly pushed her legs shut as the daydream she'd slipped into disappeared like steam. She'd fantasized through his entire shower, and now not just her clothes were soaking wet, but her panties too.
She blushed, and didn't look up. He was too far away to see her expression. She'd done it again. These days she was spending half her work day daydreaming about making out with her boss, or even further. The rest was spent eating Snackoos and frustratedly trying to figure out why she wasn't making out with her boss already.
(Sometimes she even got work done.)
She always told herself time and time again that this was the last time. She would either confess or get over this. But then she'd slip into another daydream where he'd turn away from buying a ticket and suddenly kiss her, instead of actually kissing him.
She could take a cold shower. Or she could...
The landline by the bed suddenly rung.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi still wore nothing but a towel, and sat down on the bed to answer the phone. It was like the world was trying to destroy what little self-control she had.
Seriously? Prosecutor Sahdmadhi nearly naked and on the bed just waiting for her? Oh, and did she mention that there was only one bed?
How was she supposed to ignore this!?
She shifted, until she was kneeling just before him.
So much for lead me not into temptation. Because hell, she was tempted.
She could put her hands on his thighs. She could rip that towel off. And if he was down for it, she could have him in her mouth in seconds. There was no way she could tell if he'd ever gotten any--being a monk from a foreign country really obscured that. But she could change all that.
Except, actually going through on these fantasies would be like throwing a grenade at her life. He was her boss, and the damn ruler of the country she was currently staying in. It wasn't simply a fact of if he isn't interested, then we move on and at least I knew. She could do one worse: make it awkward, until every single interaction which had once had such amazing chemistry now with eyes never quite meeting and excuses to leave. Nothing would hurt more than that promise burnt down to something ugly and unrecognizable, all because she couldn't keep her panties on.
This was beyond just ruining a friendship. A bad break up could ruin her entire life here. He was probably too honorable to be grudgy or do all those horrible things exes did, but she couldn't take him turning cold to her again.
She couldn't take watching all their chemistry and promise go up in flames like this.
But, she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand shoving her feelings down like this. One of these days she was just going to snap and kiss him. Sooner than later with how this was going.
Hell, that day might be today with how her self-control going. Days without getting off, and her boss practically naked and in bed waiting for her to climb on top did that to a girl.
Fantasizing about him isn't exactly helping.
Look, it wasn't her fault that her boss was hot, okay? Hell, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was more than hot. She could deal with having a hot boss. He was refined and elegant and praised her like no other Prosecutor had, and they just fit so well that Ema got greedy. She wanted more and more.
"Another room?" he said. "First let me ask her..."
He moved the phone and glanced down at her.
"There was another cancellation. Do you prefer this one, or would you like the new room? She did not elaborate on its size, though it will be a whole two floors down. We can meet up after we have rested."
Then this chance would be over, and it'd be back to her fantasies. All the hesitance of what if this fucks everything up was pushed aside. She'd fucked up her life plenty of times, and it usually started with telling her acting prosecutor fuck you.
This was the first time those words would be so literal, however.
She glanced over him. His bright green eyes were filled with questioning, and maybe something more. She never could quite read him. And that only made her want to strive more, learn more about him.
Maybe she would ruin everything, but she couldn't keep forcing her feelings down because of maybes.
And, whatever. She'd salted the earth with plenty of prosecutors over the years. Prosecutor Gavin was a given, but she'd also scared poor Prosecutor Payne so much that he wouldn't even look her in the eye without apologizing. What was one more in the end?
She rose up. She was still wet from the daydream she'd allowed herself to slip into, and her clothes still stuck tight to her skin. His green eyes widened as she sat down right in his lap. He let out a long, shaky breath as she leaned in to rest her palm across his chest.
"Actually, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, I'd rather you stay and....warm me up. Okay?"
All he could manage was a wordless nod. She could feel him growing hard against her.
She took the phone from him. "Thanks for the offer, but we're doing fine," Ema said. She clicked his phone off without a goodbye.
Before he could even speak, she licked the hollow of his neck like she'd wanted to for so long. She pushed him down onto the bed, and their lips met. It was just as amazing a feeling and taste as the dozens (okay, make that hundreds) of daydreams she'd had. Before she pulled back, she bit his lower lip.
He let out this soft moan in the back of his throat. Oh, yes.
"E-Ema..."
Not Detective Skye, or any semblance of formality. Of course, him being rock hard against her kind of cut through all professionalism.
"Wait, this isn't breaking any rules in your religion, is it? Then I'd almost feel bad," Ema said.
"None, truly... I-If this is a dream, then I am truly blessed."
She pinched his left nipple, which elicited a deep gasp. "See? Not a dream," she said.
Her damp hair brushed across his chest.
"I've been selfish....thinking of only my own enjoyment in this moment...."
"What are you talking about? I'm the one who pushed you down," Ema said. And they hadn't even gotten that far. And from where she was perched, he hadn't finished faster than her.
But, if he ended up being a minute man, she'd make him bow and give her a ten hour sermon.
"Your hair. Aren't you cold?" he said softly.
"Oh, that. I won't be once you've warmed me up," she said.
She peeled off her wet shirt in a little striptease. At least as much of a striptease as somebody could manage when they were this soaked and that lab coat was determined to stick to her, and also her mascara was horror-movie quality gruesome. He let out a shaky breath and reached out to cup the breast of her lacy teal bra.
"I cannot abide the thought of you being cold."
"I just said..."
"Shall I heat the shower water for you?"
Honestly, she hadn't expected that he would cockblock himself in order to keep her safe. Some stupidly romantic gentlemanly gesture. Which was sweet, but right now she wanted him naked and on this bed. Preferably under the covers. She could negotiate who'd be on top, if the monk was really attached to missionary position.
"Seriously, can't it wait? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?"
"I never said I would be there alone. After all, it is a good thing to not waste water..." he said.
"Glad to know you'll be there to keep me safe from the big scary shower," Ema said.
*
The mirror was clouded over with steam. Ema stepped into the spray, and let out a happy sigh as she felt the water spray over her skin, warming her through. He'd set it to the exact perfect temperature. The shower curtain was drawn back, and slipped in behind her.
"Are you gonna wash my back?"
His lips brushed against her cheek. Just that contact left a shiver go through her. "Among other things. I believe in thoroughness in all duties. One must always pay close attention to detail."
He lathered up the soap and began to gently rub down her back.
His fingers slowly went up her stomach until they came to her breasts. He kissed her neck, high enough to leave marks. She arched her back against him.
Honestly they just--fit well. Her head beneath his chin as his hands wandered and explored her. He was slower, and gentler than her attempt at seduction had been.
It was always in the back of her mind that yeah, shower sex accidents were a thing. The last thing she wanted to do was end up in the hospital with a broken wrist. Technically her Khura'inese employment healthcare was amazing. No copays, no anything, but that was beside the point. She'd rather not have her first time with her boss end up in the hospital.
But, with how soft he was being, slipping wasn't really that much of a worry. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi held her steady. He kissed her against the side of the shower, the spray covering them both. Slowly he took her hand led her to sit down in the shower.
With hair like his, it probably wouldn't dry for hours. When they were done, the bed was bound to get wet--in more than one way--but Ema had waited so long, she couldn't be bothered to care.
Then again, who knows? They might not even make it t the bed. Maybe they'd pass out on the floor at almost dawn after she got her third, or maybe fourth round.
(It wasn't just Snackoos she liked to have in her mouth all day. Oral fixation? Maybe.)
He kissed her in a way which was both tender and passionate. Really, how did a monk kiss so well?
He pulled away, and stroked her cheek. Thankfully, the death metal mascara had finally washed off.
"You are so unfathomably beautiful. Like a being from heaven that came to earth to bless us."
She laughed ruefully.
"Thanks, but I look like a cross between a drowned rat and an extra from a zombie movie. And somehow you're basically unscathed? I don't know how you do it. You're like--some gorgeous merman when all wet."
"Merman?"
"Oh yeah, mountain-bound country. Probably not a lot of myths about seafolk. I'll show you later. Right now, I'm a bit too busy. Even to talk about folklore."
And Ema loved geeking out about folklore. But, she was too busy to use her mouth at all for anything but kissing, more like it.
"Ready for the main event?" Ema said sweetly.
She guided his hand between her legs.
She didn't even care that the back of the shower was actually fairly cold against her back. She'd waited far too long for this. After two plus years of nothing but fantasies, she was more than ready for the real deal.
He parted her thighs, and her breath caught as he touched her. His hands were more graceful and skilled than he had any right to be. He kept kissing her as he worked his graceful fingers over her clit and labia. Gently back and forth in such a maddening way. She ground against him desperately and couldn't keep quiet. She kept making sharp moans and whimpers when he touched her just right.
It'd suck if they got a noise report, but she had waited too damn long for this.
As he kissed her, he thrust his long, graceful fingers deeper and deeper into her. She met each thrust, to get him as deep as he could manage. He worked into her, hit just the right spots. For a monk, he could sure use those hands.
In not her finest moments, she had fantasized about his hands from pretty early on. He was just so graceful, even elegant. And she was not disappointed as he finger-fucked her with the perfect mix of firmness and gentleness.
He kissed her and she held desperately to him as he thrust his fingers deeper, and deeper and hit her just right over and over.
Maybe it was just that she hadn't had a chance to get herself off, or her monk was really just that good with his hands, but Ema was real fucking sensitive.
Her breath caught. She leaned her head back and bit her lip. Water poured down her chest and body as pleasure seemed to fill every part of her body.
He rose and turned off the water. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi put a big, fluffy white hotel towel over her shoulders.
"How many hours is it going to take for your hair to dry? Eight?"
"I usually wash around five AM when I rise for my morning prayers. By then it has more time to dry. Of course, I only can wash it so often because of that."
"Something tells me you aren't going to get much sleep with wet hair," she said.
"Ema...I have no intention of doing much sleeping at all tonight," he said.
There was something so determined in his green eyes then. It about made her heart skip a beat.
Even if it pissed her off sometimes, it was kind of a turn on when the monk got all cold and duty-bound. Even better when his sworn duty was giving her multiple orgasms.
Ema wrung out her hair.
"Are we even going to make it to the bed?"
He smiled. "That is up to you."
Might as well get torrid sex with her boss, who also happened to be the Prince Regent of a small mountainous country off her bucket list.
"We tip the cleaning staff extra, okay?'
"Agreed," Nahyuta said.
She tossed the robe aside and turned that water back on. No way she was getting an injury. He sat down, almost meditatively, and she straddled his hips. His cock did not disappoint, not even a bit in girth or length.
Crap. Protection. She'd actually been stealth buying condoms just in case for a while. Except there was an unfortunate luggage accident that meant she had to throw them all away just two days ago.
Oh, well. She was on the pill, and her partner was a monk. Plus, she hadn't had a date in a ridiculously long time. If it really was a problem, she could always buy a Plan B.
His green eyes were so very intense, and full of desire like she'd never seen before.
She lowered her hips to rub against the tip of his cock. She moved forward, and teased him with her slickness as she kissed him.
He wrapped his arms about her and pulled her tight. She took him full and deep, and guided those perfect, elegant hands to work her clit as she rode him.
Nahyuta didn't need a road map, or much suggestion. He worked her perfectly as she took him so deep. Her cheeks flushed from sex, from the heat of the water that poured all over them. She kissed him and got into a perfect rhythm.
Just like before, she couldn't keep quiet. Her lips parted and little moans, gasps, and ohs echoed past the sound of the shower. Every single thrust, every minute of sex of him was fucking perfect. She was surprised just how fast he could get her on the edge, his soft and slow touching of her clit as he fucked her.
All the while, warm water beat down around them. It splashed onto the bottom of the shower and hit her thighs.
Pleasure rose, then filled her up. She came so hard her toes curled. She held on tight to him, and he kissed at her chest slowly, betweet breaths.
The water suddenly turned cold, a rather damper on the afterglow. Nahyuta quickly reached up to turn it off.
Ema laughed a little.
"You outlasted the water heater," she said.
"You'll need to get warmed up again," Nahyuta said.
"Sharing body heat under the covers is a good and scientific way to get started," Ema said.
"You have excellent ideas, Ema Skye," Nahyuta said.
She smiled. Ah, she loved the way he said her name.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A storm, canceled flights and a Steel Samurai convention means Ema and Nahyuta get stuck sharing a hotel room with a single bed.
Word count: 5,619
Author's note:
Imagine person A of your OTP is getting ready for a shower or bath. Person B, on the other hand, is lingering outside the bathroom door because they're unsure how to ask A if they can join them.
Just as B's courage falters and they're about to give up, A appears in the doorway, asking with some amusement if B would like to join them.
AA6 spoilers, post game.
Happy birthday, Seta_Suzume.
Thunder filled the skies above, past the racing cars as the automatic doors closed behind her. The downpour was so thick that all she could make out of the scene behind them were the lights of streetlights and headlights through the thick streams of water.
"May the Holy Mother be thanked that we made it safely," Prosecutor Sadhmadhi said softly.
The storm canceled every single flight for so long that sleeping it off at the airport wasn't an option. And even worse, it had to happen right around SamuCon, the biggest Steel Samurai con around. They'd been through three other hotels that promised vacancies on their website only to give a sorry, full up for SamuCon message when they showed up. Ema dug through her bag as he approached the receptionist. Empty Snackoo bags crinkled as she searched for her tech.
"Please let it not be ruined...it's so expensive..." Ema muttered to herself.
"If that is the case, I will replace it."
"I mean, I bought the extended warranty. It'll be fine. But still, it's good to know," Ema said.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi stepped forward to the desk. The receptionist had a momentary flicker of a mix of looking very impressed, and very taken aback at the sight of him. Which was a pretty typical reaction towards Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
One which was both very relatable and caused a bit of irritation in Ema.
But a moment later, the service smile was back on.
"What can I do for you?"
"Excuse me, madame. Please give us the honor of two of your rooms," he said.
There was the sound of clacking keys as the receptionist checked the computer.
"It's SamuCon, so..."
"Yes, we know, trust me," Ema muttered.
The receptionist pursed her ruby red lips, and continued on as if Ema had said nothing.
"But, you're in luck; we got a cancellation. One room left on the third floor. A honeymoon suite."
Ema looked up from her bag. "Only one room?"
Only one bed?!
The receptionist tapped her ruby red nails on the counter and barely concealed her annoyance. "Look, ma'am, it's SamuCon. You can't just waltz in during SamuCon and expect tons of vacancies."
Ema's eye twitched. She couldn't believe she was getting ma'am-ed. She wasn't even thirty yet. Though her current state made her look more like bog hag than the twenty-nine year old she was.
The receptionist continued on. "This year is going to be bigger than ever. There's probably not a single vacancy for miles. We only have an opening because someone's flight was canceled," the lady receptionist said. Her patience seemed on its very limits. The alternative was taking going back into the downpour, hailing a cab and hoping that some other hotel would have a double vacancy. Except, like she'd said, this wouldn't be the only hotel filled to bursting with SamuCon coming around.
Or going back to the airport and trying to sleep there, even though the storms showed no signs of letting up. The cab fees were piling up. At least Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was footing that particular bill. Still, the thought of going back out and getting soaked yet again just to be told no vacancies wasn't exactly heartening.
"We will take it," Prosecutor Sahdamdhi said.
Nahyuta took care of the payment transaction, and took the key card.
"Detective Skye, we must get checked in," he said softly.
"U-Um, right."
Ema swallowed. It was a honeymoon suite, so it would be big, right? Meant for two people... Ema followed after him in a daze. One room. One bed. How was she supposed to keep her feelings under control now?
*
A single queen-sized bed was in the middle of the surprisingly colorful room. There was a lot of raspberry, and even heart shaped pillows on the bed which was kind of corny. At least it wasn't a vibrating bed. A flat screen television was hung above the large brown dresser, which took up most of the other side of the wall. There was a mini-fridge to the left the television, that she hoped had alcohol for her sake.
Of all the ones to get, they got a honeymoon suite decked out like some cheesy Valentine's day decoration. Ema couldn't tell if it was good luck or bad.
He cleared his throat. "Detective Skye.. I will take the floor. I have no putrid intentions. We are merely exhausted and cannot risk going back to the airport in this state."
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor, jeez, I'm not that cruel."
"The floor is carpeted, and much softer than sleeping on the temple floor as I have in the past. By comparison, it is a luxury. I have knelt in prayer for over nineteen hours straight, and bent to the will of Ga'ran. This is nothing."
There wasn't a lot of comforting things she could say to that, really.
"Do you wish to use the shower first?"
He quickly kept the subject going before she could reply. She knew a prosecutor tactic when she saw one. Then again, what could she say? Yes, please share the bed so I can be even more tempted to kiss you than I have been for almost every minute of the past years?
Ema cleared her throat. "Er, no, I'm worried about my tech. That rain might've ruined some of my best stuff. I couldn't tell how wet it got back there. I'm going to have to borrow things from your bags to check, though."
He bent down to open up his gold and white rolling suitcase. His long braid fell distractingly down his back. "Go ahead."
Ema quickly rubbed the condensation off of her phone. Sure, she backed up her files on the regular, but it would still be a complete pain to have to call the warranty place, then have them ship a new one. Sure, she could pay for it with her new raise that she'd gotten, but she'd much rather spend her money on other things.
Like snacks. Shipping was hell to get to Khura'in on anything, but especially food.
This was, after all, the very first time they'd been out together. Princess Rayfa was now Queen Rayfa. And it was just enough to allow them this little window of time to travel again.
Damn, Ema had even missed being jetlagged.
Okay, she hadn't missed that, or airport bullshit, but traveling with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi and having him all to herself? Yeah, she missed that. She missed that a lot
Ema undid his satchel, feeling a mix of desperation and guilt as she looked through his things. Even with his permission it still felt weirdly invasive. She pulled out his prayer book and rosary, with gilded edges and a Khura'inese so ancient and complex she couldn't even hope to read a word. The book was wrapped in a plastic Ziploc bag--Ema's own suggestion which he'd taken to right away. She smiled at the memory.
If only she'd taken her own advice and bagged up her equipment. Well--technically she had but a nail file had ripped them and she hadn't gotten around to getting more. It wasn't like she could just go up to the ziplock bag kiosk right next to the Subway in the airports they'd been through.
Thankfully, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was the type of person to keep around uncooked rice, just in case he felt like making himself a home cooked meal between cases. At first it'd been baffling, but now she was damn grateful for his level of preparedness.
He was so silver-tonged that he even managed to make the airport security accept whatever he took without question. Ema still wasn't sure that they didn't teach Jedi-mind tricks in his monk school. He'd walked right in there with a bottle of water and the guards just let him.
She filled her empty Snackoo bag with rice and put it inside. It wasn't like it'd be the first time her phone came out sticky and smelling of Snackoos.
None of her chemicals had broken--thank god. The amount of quarantining that would take would be a nightmare. She'd probably have to toss everything, and possibly pull out a gas mask at that. The other tech had been down low enough beneath the piles of snack wrappers that they hadn't gotten wet. Ema let out a sigh of relief. Never had she been more grateful that she could be kind of a slob.
Only now did she stumble in on how uncomfortable it was. Her clothes were completely soaked, and her damp hair stuck to her face in unattractive dark streaks. The less said about her makeup, the better. All it took was one storm to turn her into looking like a goth who had just been dumped.
"Waterproof mascara, my ass," Ema said under her breath.
She really needed to get one of her makeup remover wipes before she accidentally convinced Prosecutor Sahdmadhi that she was a beast from hell with what happened to her mascara. Having her boss attempt to exorcise her would really just make the day go a whole lot worse.
She watched as he gathered up his things from the suitcase. The handmade soap he used gave him such a wonderful scent. The kind which made her want to bury her face against him and just breathe him in. She knew it was made straight from yak milk and some of the herbs that grew high on the mountain. It worked better than any axe or sword or whatever body spray guys were obsessed with now.
The door opened and she glanced up from her tech. He'd peeled off his shirt, and undone his braid, so his hair fell across his shoulder.
Ema blushed.
She should've looked away and given him some privacy, but damn. She wanted to get a feel of those broad shoulders, run her nails down that long, slender back of his.
"Oh, fuck...."
Ema instantly bit her lip. Dammit. At least she'd been quiet, and he hadn't apparently heard her. The last thing she needed to do was teach the monk what the word fuck meant.
As opposed to how you'd want to teach him the meaning of the word literally? How you'd love to just teach him the meaning of the word fuck at a very intimate one on one basis? He might've not had any 'putrid' intentions with you in this room, but you sure do, her mind reminded her.
"What the hell?" Ema said.
"My apologies. I assumed that due to seeing the ads and billboards, your culture did not mind coming out slightly undressed."
"Yeah, it's kind of a double standard. Some guys can do it, but women can't. Not that I think about going tits out to work, mind you!"
He let out a long breath. Probably praying for her soul or something.
She always managed to stumble down and say the most embarrassing things, especially around him.
"Look, forget it. What are you looking for? Maybe I can help. I was just in there."
"Bathing implements," he said without looking up. He bent down further to dig into his suitcase. It wasn't like him to be disorganized, or to come out in front of her half-naked, but the last flights had been completely hectic. Even he had to be a little rattled.
Without the longer parts of his frock coat, and with how drenched he was, she was getting one hell of a view. She swallowed slowly, and licked her lips. Though she could think of plenty of other parts of his body she'd rather be licking.
Down, Ema. He's your boss, remember?
Actually, that just made it hotter.
"You know that hotels here has shampoo and soap already, right?"
"They smell putrid and are full of harsh chemicals," he said.
Ema gave him a sharp sidelong glance. "Oh my god, do not give me that crap! The world is full of chemicals! It's the building blocks of life! An apple is full of unpronounceable chemicals."
"These 'shampoos' are putrid. Displeasing to the skin and I do not wish to put them within my body, let alone put them anywhere near my hair."
"You aren't supposed to eat them! Please don't tell me you're out here just chomping down on soap in the shower."
He didn't dignify that with a response.
Then again, he was the one with the jealous-inducing amazing hair. Maybe she shouldn't be starting fights about hair care and skin routines with the person who looked like some divine being who came down from heaven just to judge sinners.
"Fine, whatever. There's soap and some weird bottles full of white stuff in this bag I borrowed. Is that what you're looking for?"
"Ah, yes. Thank you."
Ema watched him approach, but she still wasn't ready. So much of him was just so lickable. She really appreciated the lithe and toned build he had going on there. Whatever Khura'inist exercises or stretches he was doing were really working.
She closed her eyes and rested her head against the bed. Maybe she could have some alone time in the shower, because otherwise, she wouldn't exactly have time to get herself off, not with him being so close. And that would feel like some kind of torture, just knowing he was in the very same room as her and--
Ugh, there her mind went again.
She needed some kind of anti-viral system for the mind. Except, instead of computer viruses, it would be the lock on her mind wandering to be about her boss again.
And imagining her boss like that.
It'd been ages since she'd been able to get off. With the fuss of packing for their first trip from Khura'in, and the long flight, she'd barely had a moment to herself. Technically, this was some official prosecutor business that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi invited her to go along on. Something about a request from Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth. She was pretty sure it wasn't to invite him to tea, too. There'd been promises of free food and board and trip, and it'd be like a vacation.
And damn if Ema couldn't do with a vacation. After two years of working double shifts to not just process new cases, but retry the old ones which were potentially tainted by the creative methods of the last administration.
Even more promising, there'd be hours upon hours of uninterrupted time with him. Even if it was spent in an airport. Due to laws and all, he couldn't keep his phone on. That phone which had been getting in the way of her time over and over. Maybe she was getting some kind of a jealous complex, even when she knew it was just Seh'kret'ari, his elderly assistant, who wasn't too fond of Ema.
What was he doing now? Nahyuta paused at the door a moment. He wasn't one to waste water, but she could hear it streaming down, or was that just the sound of rain?
She could just imagine his soft voice then.
"...Could it be that you wish to join me, Detective Skye?"
She wouldn't be able to keep from blushing. Even a hand over her face wouldn't hide the heat there.
"I..."
"No, that was improper and imprudent. Forgive my conduct. Obviously being in this situation has made me forget my manners."
"No, it's true. I...do," she would say.
"Then I shall be eagerly awaiting you to join me."
She would follow him into the bathroom. Clothes would be peeled off between kisses. He would brushed back her wet hair and they stepped into the warm spray of water. Ema would lost in the heat, in the feel of his lips.
His hands would wander all over her skin. It would so hard to keep from crying out from the sheer pleasure of it all. His fingers would be inside her, thrusting deep and finding all new ways to pleasure her. His mouth would be hot, searing her skin past the warm water.
"Detective Skye, it's your turn."
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's gentle voice broke through the frenzied images in her mind.
She quickly pushed her legs shut as the daydream she'd slipped into disappeared like steam. She'd fantasized through his entire shower, and now not just her clothes were soaking wet, but her panties too.
She blushed, and didn't look up. He was too far away to see her expression. She'd done it again. These days she was spending half her work day daydreaming about making out with her boss, or even further. The rest was spent eating Snackoos and frustratedly trying to figure out why she wasn't making out with her boss already.
(Sometimes she even got work done.)
She always told herself time and time again that this was the last time. She would either confess or get over this. But then she'd slip into another daydream where he'd turn away from buying a ticket and suddenly kiss her, instead of actually kissing him.
She could take a cold shower. Or she could...
The landline by the bed suddenly rung.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi still wore nothing but a towel, and sat down on the bed to answer the phone. It was like the world was trying to destroy what little self-control she had.
Seriously? Prosecutor Sahdmadhi nearly naked and on the bed just waiting for her? Oh, and did she mention that there was only one bed?
How was she supposed to ignore this!?
She shifted, until she was kneeling just before him.
So much for lead me not into temptation. Because hell, she was tempted.
She could put her hands on his thighs. She could rip that towel off. And if he was down for it, she could have him in her mouth in seconds. There was no way she could tell if he'd ever gotten any--being a monk from a foreign country really obscured that. But she could change all that.
Except, actually going through on these fantasies would be like throwing a grenade at her life. He was her boss, and the damn ruler of the country she was currently staying in. It wasn't simply a fact of if he isn't interested, then we move on and at least I knew. She could do one worse: make it awkward, until every single interaction which had once had such amazing chemistry now with eyes never quite meeting and excuses to leave. Nothing would hurt more than that promise burnt down to something ugly and unrecognizable, all because she couldn't keep her panties on.
This was beyond just ruining a friendship. A bad break up could ruin her entire life here. He was probably too honorable to be grudgy or do all those horrible things exes did, but she couldn't take him turning cold to her again.
She couldn't take watching all their chemistry and promise go up in flames like this.
But, she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand shoving her feelings down like this. One of these days she was just going to snap and kiss him. Sooner than later with how this was going.
Hell, that day might be today with how her self-control going. Days without getting off, and her boss practically naked and in bed waiting for her to climb on top did that to a girl.
Fantasizing about him isn't exactly helping.
Look, it wasn't her fault that her boss was hot, okay? Hell, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was more than hot. She could deal with having a hot boss. He was refined and elegant and praised her like no other Prosecutor had, and they just fit so well that Ema got greedy. She wanted more and more.
"Another room?" he said. "First let me ask her..."
He moved the phone and glanced down at her.
"There was another cancellation. Do you prefer this one, or would you like the new room? She did not elaborate on its size, though it will be a whole two floors down. We can meet up after we have rested."
Then this chance would be over, and it'd be back to her fantasies. All the hesitance of what if this fucks everything up was pushed aside. She'd fucked up her life plenty of times, and it usually started with telling her acting prosecutor fuck you.
This was the first time those words would be so literal, however.
She glanced over him. His bright green eyes were filled with questioning, and maybe something more. She never could quite read him. And that only made her want to strive more, learn more about him.
Maybe she would ruin everything, but she couldn't keep forcing her feelings down because of maybes.
And, whatever. She'd salted the earth with plenty of prosecutors over the years. Prosecutor Gavin was a given, but she'd also scared poor Prosecutor Payne so much that he wouldn't even look her in the eye without apologizing. What was one more in the end?
She rose up. She was still wet from the daydream she'd allowed herself to slip into, and her clothes still stuck tight to her skin. His green eyes widened as she sat down right in his lap. He let out a long, shaky breath as she leaned in to rest her palm across his chest.
"Actually, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, I'd rather you stay and....warm me up. Okay?"
All he could manage was a wordless nod. She could feel him growing hard against her.
She took the phone from him. "Thanks for the offer, but we're doing fine," Ema said. She clicked his phone off without a goodbye.
Before he could even speak, she licked the hollow of his neck like she'd wanted to for so long. She pushed him down onto the bed, and their lips met. It was just as amazing a feeling and taste as the dozens (okay, make that hundreds) of daydreams she'd had. Before she pulled back, she bit his lower lip.
He let out this soft moan in the back of his throat. Oh, yes.
"E-Ema..."
Not Detective Skye, or any semblance of formality. Of course, him being rock hard against her kind of cut through all professionalism.
"Wait, this isn't breaking any rules in your religion, is it? Then I'd almost feel bad," Ema said.
"None, truly... I-If this is a dream, then I am truly blessed."
She pinched his left nipple, which elicited a deep gasp. "See? Not a dream," she said.
Her damp hair brushed across his chest.
"I've been selfish....thinking of only my own enjoyment in this moment...."
"What are you talking about? I'm the one who pushed you down," Ema said. And they hadn't even gotten that far. And from where she was perched, he hadn't finished faster than her.
But, if he ended up being a minute man, she'd make him bow and give her a ten hour sermon.
"Your hair. Aren't you cold?" he said softly.
"Oh, that. I won't be once you've warmed me up," she said.
She peeled off her wet shirt in a little striptease. At least as much of a striptease as somebody could manage when they were this soaked and that lab coat was determined to stick to her, and also her mascara was horror-movie quality gruesome. He let out a shaky breath and reached out to cup the breast of her lacy teal bra.
"I cannot abide the thought of you being cold."
"I just said..."
"Shall I heat the shower water for you?"
Honestly, she hadn't expected that he would cockblock himself in order to keep her safe. Some stupidly romantic gentlemanly gesture. Which was sweet, but right now she wanted him naked and on this bed. Preferably under the covers. She could negotiate who'd be on top, if the monk was really attached to missionary position.
"Seriously, can't it wait? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?"
"I never said I would be there alone. After all, it is a good thing to not waste water..." he said.
"Glad to know you'll be there to keep me safe from the big scary shower," Ema said.
*
The mirror was clouded over with steam. Ema stepped into the spray, and let out a happy sigh as she felt the water spray over her skin, warming her through. He'd set it to the exact perfect temperature. The shower curtain was drawn back, and slipped in behind her.
"Are you gonna wash my back?"
His lips brushed against her cheek. Just that contact left a shiver go through her. "Among other things. I believe in thoroughness in all duties. One must always pay close attention to detail."
He lathered up the soap and began to gently rub down her back.
His fingers slowly went up her stomach until they came to her breasts. He kissed her neck, high enough to leave marks. She arched her back against him.
Honestly they just--fit well. Her head beneath his chin as his hands wandered and explored her. He was slower, and gentler than her attempt at seduction had been.
It was always in the back of her mind that yeah, shower sex accidents were a thing. The last thing she wanted to do was end up in the hospital with a broken wrist. Technically her Khura'inese employment healthcare was amazing. No copays, no anything, but that was beside the point. She'd rather not have her first time with her boss end up in the hospital.
But, with how soft he was being, slipping wasn't really that much of a worry. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi held her steady. He kissed her against the side of the shower, the spray covering them both. Slowly he took her hand led her to sit down in the shower.
With hair like his, it probably wouldn't dry for hours. When they were done, the bed was bound to get wet--in more than one way--but Ema had waited so long, she couldn't be bothered to care.
Then again, who knows? They might not even make it t the bed. Maybe they'd pass out on the floor at almost dawn after she got her third, or maybe fourth round.
(It wasn't just Snackoos she liked to have in her mouth all day. Oral fixation? Maybe.)
He kissed her in a way which was both tender and passionate. Really, how did a monk kiss so well?
He pulled away, and stroked her cheek. Thankfully, the death metal mascara had finally washed off.
"You are so unfathomably beautiful. Like a being from heaven that came to earth to bless us."
She laughed ruefully.
"Thanks, but I look like a cross between a drowned rat and an extra from a zombie movie. And somehow you're basically unscathed? I don't know how you do it. You're like--some gorgeous merman when all wet."
"Merman?"
"Oh yeah, mountain-bound country. Probably not a lot of myths about seafolk. I'll show you later. Right now, I'm a bit too busy. Even to talk about folklore."
And Ema loved geeking out about folklore. But, she was too busy to use her mouth at all for anything but kissing, more like it.
"Ready for the main event?" Ema said sweetly.
She guided his hand between her legs.
She didn't even care that the back of the shower was actually fairly cold against her back. She'd waited far too long for this. After two plus years of nothing but fantasies, she was more than ready for the real deal.
He parted her thighs, and her breath caught as he touched her. His hands were more graceful and skilled than he had any right to be. He kept kissing her as he worked his graceful fingers over her clit and labia. Gently back and forth in such a maddening way. She ground against him desperately and couldn't keep quiet. She kept making sharp moans and whimpers when he touched her just right.
It'd suck if they got a noise report, but she had waited too damn long for this.
As he kissed her, he thrust his long, graceful fingers deeper and deeper into her. She met each thrust, to get him as deep as he could manage. He worked into her, hit just the right spots. For a monk, he could sure use those hands.
In not her finest moments, she had fantasized about his hands from pretty early on. He was just so graceful, even elegant. And she was not disappointed as he finger-fucked her with the perfect mix of firmness and gentleness.
He kissed her and she held desperately to him as he thrust his fingers deeper, and deeper and hit her just right over and over.
Maybe it was just that she hadn't had a chance to get herself off, or her monk was really just that good with his hands, but Ema was real fucking sensitive.
Her breath caught. She leaned her head back and bit her lip. Water poured down her chest and body as pleasure seemed to fill every part of her body.
He rose and turned off the water. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi put a big, fluffy white hotel towel over her shoulders.
"How many hours is it going to take for your hair to dry? Eight?"
"I usually wash around five AM when I rise for my morning prayers. By then it has more time to dry. Of course, I only can wash it so often because of that."
"Something tells me you aren't going to get much sleep with wet hair," she said.
"Ema...I have no intention of doing much sleeping at all tonight," he said.
There was something so determined in his green eyes then. It about made her heart skip a beat.
Even if it pissed her off sometimes, it was kind of a turn on when the monk got all cold and duty-bound. Even better when his sworn duty was giving her multiple orgasms.
Ema wrung out her hair.
"Are we even going to make it to the bed?"
He smiled. "That is up to you."
Might as well get torrid sex with her boss, who also happened to be the Prince Regent of a small mountainous country off her bucket list.
"We tip the cleaning staff extra, okay?'
"Agreed," Nahyuta said.
She tossed the robe aside and turned that water back on. No way she was getting an injury. He sat down, almost meditatively, and she straddled his hips. His cock did not disappoint, not even a bit in girth or length.
Crap. Protection. She'd actually been stealth buying condoms just in case for a while. Except there was an unfortunate luggage accident that meant she had to throw them all away just two days ago.
Oh, well. She was on the pill, and her partner was a monk. Plus, she hadn't had a date in a ridiculously long time. If it really was a problem, she could always buy a Plan B.
His green eyes were so very intense, and full of desire like she'd never seen before.
She lowered her hips to rub against the tip of his cock. She moved forward, and teased him with her slickness as she kissed him.
He wrapped his arms about her and pulled her tight. She took him full and deep, and guided those perfect, elegant hands to work her clit as she rode him.
Nahyuta didn't need a road map, or much suggestion. He worked her perfectly as she took him so deep. Her cheeks flushed from sex, from the heat of the water that poured all over them. She kissed him and got into a perfect rhythm.
Just like before, she couldn't keep quiet. Her lips parted and little moans, gasps, and ohs echoed past the sound of the shower. Every single thrust, every minute of sex of him was fucking perfect. She was surprised just how fast he could get her on the edge, his soft and slow touching of her clit as he fucked her.
All the while, warm water beat down around them. It splashed onto the bottom of the shower and hit her thighs.
Pleasure rose, then filled her up. She came so hard her toes curled. She held on tight to him, and he kissed at her chest slowly, betweet breaths.
The water suddenly turned cold, a rather damper on the afterglow. Nahyuta quickly reached up to turn it off.
Ema laughed a little.
"You outlasted the water heater," she said.
"You'll need to get warmed up again," Nahyuta said.
"Sharing body heat under the covers is a good and scientific way to get started," Ema said.
"You have excellent ideas, Ema Skye," Nahyuta said.
She smiled. Ah, she loved the way he said her name.
