A/N: Again, thank you for the people out there who left their thanks! And to those who always leave their reply/comment.
To Haruko, yes, I think Sayaka would probably die of heart attack everyday if Miyuki teases him this much. Lol! Thank you for reading!
To sakuramiyaki, so someone subscribed to my work *blushes* but I hope you know what you’re getting into haha! really hope I can finish the first few chapters of the main fic, I’m still having trouble knowing the idols and their personality. OMG, it’s making me self-conscious and can’t help but to do better. So ganbatte to me *gulps*
To kuro_808, thank you for praising my grammar! I deserve a pat on the head, right? Well, they do have an interesting back story… but the future happenings on the couple isn’t going to be stated here. This will be just a boring narration of how the two meet and how they part ways because of their relationship. Now I think I don’t deserve to be patted on the head… : /
To FZA02, thank you for commenting! It's never too late and I hope my writing doesn't confuse you and pretty much explained everything. : )
I have to apologize for not updating last Thursday. I was supposed to but I have been busy irl. I haven’t opened this fic for a while and it wasn’t edited by that time yet. Then there’s this long weekend (Yay!) and I finally had time to edit, and write some additional scenes! ^^
I think this chapter will confuse you guys but oh well… there are also warnings: Implied smut (as always—haha—nothing new actually), a bit of angst, food porn and (I can’t resist writing) crack! ; )
So here yah go
PS. Mature content for Food Porn!
3 Sunrise
Sayaka rolled to his side and his face was met with Miyuki's feet. He roused from his sleep and looked at Miyuki sitting by his stomach, tracing patterns on his kimono-covered stomach with her fingers, a playful smile on her lips.
He smiled at the ruined red smear on her lips and it extends to her willowy body which was also smeared with stains from the rouge. Love bites littered on intimate areas and can be discreetly hidden when she wears her kimono. He sighed, basking at the sight he missed to see while he was away.
"What are you writing?"
"Nothing particularly at the moment," was Miyuki’s tepid reply. She stopped tracing his clothes and crawled to him, straddling her lover, her fingers pausing at the strings of his robe. "You have pleasured me a while ago, and I… I-I was thinking of returning the favor." She blushed.
"You don't have to do that Miyuki," he retorted. He had earned a new scar by his shoulder and he fears the moment Miyuki saw a new addition to his blemishes in his body, she would weep and sulk all day.
"Eh? Don't you want me peppering your body with kisses?" She bowed, placing a kiss on his cheek while her hands were already roaming on his body and her hands sliding in the inside of his robe. "And I want a taste of you, too, Sayaka."
Miyuki's voice is too saccharine sweet, she knew Sayaka is too weak for her pouts and it nearly always made him blushed. He knew that Miyuki likes kisses, she had said it once to him: "It feels like fireworks." He often feels bad that he's mostly away on a mission while his partner would wait for him to come back home. But Miyuki is a force to be reckoned with, under her gaze he's but a weak being, too much compared to the pirates he fought hard the other day. He felt Miyuki started to trail little feathery kisses on his collarbone and he moaned at the contact.
"M-Miyuki…” he gasped when a smooth palm rests on his chest. His breasts suddenly too tight on the cotton wrap where it's enclosed in.
"Sayaka-sama," Miyuki whispered his name like a prayer, her breaths ghosting on his neck. "Let me give you my love," she purred and Sayaka ended up gripping the covers with his hands.
"Yes," he breathes out and watched Miyuki uncover his body. Her eyes sparkled when two firm globes unraveled on front of her.
"Itadakimasu…" And it was followed by sensual moan that echoed throughout the night.
*
It was now three days after Miyuki agreed to be Yamamoto's companion and she is slowly but steadily healing. Her cheeks were now rosy and the bags under her eyes were gone. She's once again bright and healthy but the strength of her body has not come back yet. In the mornings, Yamamoto helps her exercise her legs in the inner courtyard facing her room, so she now hobbles, leaning to the strong frame of her danna's body as she walks the paved garden of the Yamamoto residence.
Yamamoto-sama had only been gentle with her, constantly feeding her with soup and expensive fruits. He would attend to her needs as he whispers praises when she finishes a bowl, smiling at her when she shyly takes a bite from a piece of orange he had peeled. Now,her Danna would patiently nodat Miyuki whenever she takes an awkward step.
"You can do it, Miyuki," he would silently cheer. The grip he has on her hips is soothing and it made Miyuki drew energy from his casual touch, chasing the heat of his hands with another step.
Yamamoto-sama hadn't kissed her again after that day. When Miyuki had told him, or rather written to him that it was her first kiss it made her Danna turn into a blushing mess for the rest of the day after. He also did admit that it was his first, too. After that, Yamamoto refused to stay in the same room with her alone, it was always with the doctor or a servant would wait by the door. Maybe it was Miyukibeing whimsical but she heard stories from her okiya-oneesans and other geiko friends that kissing is quite addicting. And she wholeheartedly agrees. She maybe doesn't have enough experience with other men but kissing her Danna made her squirm on her seat, make her feel hotter and her lips would give out a shuddering breath to taste it again. Miyuki ran a tongue to wet her lips as she eyes her Danna’s plump ones.
"Ne…", she boldly voiced out. Her voice is still a raspy whisper but yet it was audible in the otherwise silent garden. Her Danna looked at her with regards, his expression expectant for the first ever request that may come out from Miyuki's voice. "Yamamoto-sama, if… I-I can walk to that pillar without your help, I want to earn a prize for my hard work." Yamamoto contemplates at first but after several nodding of his head, he smiled.
"That's a good idea, to a set a goal for a fast recovery. But what prize would you want? Though even with a goal or none, I'll gladly buy it for you."
His plush pink lips moved as he said the words and it was distracting that Miyuki had to tear her eyes off them and looked at the pillar instead. The said pillar is the target dummy her Danna uses to hit with his sword every morning before their walking exercise. It is made of bamboo then covered with
goza, the top-layer of a
tatami mat and if she squints she can see the harsh cuts from her lord’s
katana.
She didn’t answer his question but she made a tentative step with Yamamoto's hand ushering, but not touching, around her. The first step made her wobble and it took a lot of effort on Miyuki not to fall to the waiting arms of her Danna, though she would gladly do so if not for the goal that is set on her mind.
She thinks of petal lips, cherry-sweet flavor and fireworks as she took three small steps, while Yamamoto only paced once. It annoyed Miyuki and she was just a breath away to ask for a single kiss and yet her pride on her own challenge only stopped her.
She stumbled a little but her Danna caught her in time.
"Miyuki… maybe you should try again after a few days." Yamamoto said his grip on her waist strong. "Just say what you need and I'll give it to you before the sun sets." Which he means she could ask for the moon and Yamamoto would gladly pluck it out of the skies
The request is silly on Miyuki's part ofcourse, and yet her eyebrows drew in concentration, gathering at the middle as she took three longer steps, her goal nearer. She ignored her Danna’s sigh as she took more steps, sweat on her temples running down like tears on her cheeks.
Another step.
Left foot.
Right foot.
Left.
Right.
Her left foot caught on an uneven pavement and she's falling.
Except she isn't.
She was met instead by an angry glare from her Danna, his arms around her waist and she was gently pulled back to her feet.
"Miyuki, that's enough." Yamamoto's voice was thunderous, and Miyuki flinched with it." You're tiring yourself and you're not supposed to be stressed out." He gave an exasperated sigh, running his fingers to his hair, combing his already neat hair. "I don't even know why you're working this hard when you know that are not too well to exert too much stress on your body. You just got out of your bed two days ago and I'll gladly play the role of the bad guy if it means for your own wellness."
He's right. Ofcourse, he's right. It was too much for her. She stared longingly at the pillar which was ten more meters away from her. Her legs ache and her feet are uncomfortable on the wooden slippers. As she realizes this, the dam of her tears broke and she was wailing. She tried to hide her face with her sleeve, hiding the hurt and humiliation with her tears. Her sobs whacked her body and she feels guilty of disobeying and ignoring her danna. For all she knows, her days as his companion is numbered, she might be thrown out of the estate later and the mere thoughts only added more tears. She felt strong arms envelop her in a hug, her face now buried on his shoulders.
"Why are you crying when you're the wrong here?” He murmured. “Are you really making me the bad guy?" He patted her hair, now dry, matted and untamed and probably should smell bad by now because of her lack of bathing. She sniffed and hiccupped. "Can you even share to me what your goal is? To be making all these kind of effort?"
"I…" she started at first, her goal sounds childish but thinking back kissing her danna really sounded like a good idea. She wanted to evade answering the question and yet, the warmth of the gentle caress Yamamoto gave to her head, hypnotizes her. It's a mysterious effect she only feels when he's with her. The thought of kissing him goes on and on. It's like a drug and it's addicting.
"Hm?"
The sound of Yamamoto's voice pulled her from the trance and she snapped her head up and looked him in the eyes. She can see her face reflected on his eyes, her own face fired up on her single-minded obective and without preamble she blurted out,"
KISSU!"
The redness that blossomed on Yamamoto's face reflected her own. The heat was overwhelming and it made her dizzier.
"K-Kiss?"
"A kiss from you!" She only said with determination.
The staring contest began and she was surprised when her knees knocked out and she was on Yamamoto's arms, carried bridal style as he briskly walked to the target dummy. She held on around his neck and when they reached the dummy after half-running, she hardly registers a soft shy kiss on her cheek.
"What was that?" She wiggled her way out from Yamamoto's grasp until her feet met the hard ground. Her danna let her stand but the geiko still had her arms looped around his neck.
"It was a kiss." Ofcourse it was a kiss but she was rather disappointed that it landed on her cheeks instead.
"Not that kind of kiss,” she pouted and Yamamoto had a feeling this would be a deadly weapon for him in the future. With a galloping heart, he slid an arm on Miyuki's back, pulling her pressed against him. He gulped, his hold tightened at her back, his eyes blown wide.
"A half-way walk means not a full-kiss on the lips." He joked but neither laughed because they're busy ogling in each other eyes. "Just say it, Miyuki. You know the words…" He trails off waiting for the words he longed to hear.
Miyuki hesitated for a second but she realizes that this is what having a danna means. Her patron would attend to her needs in exchange for a company but Miyuki now knows that having Yamamoto beside her is different. She doesn't even spare a glance to the gifts he has been bringing her for the past few days. She was craving for his gentle touches, the warmth of his gaze, and his voice that seemed her body would gladly follow. At this she knew she was only falling --- Falling deeply on a maze called Yamamoto Sayaka, her danna. She's a geiko and one rule had been taught to them for years while they were training as a maiko :
Our heart cannot be owned. And yet here she is, embracing her savior, looking to the depths of his eyes and searching… searching for the same feelings if he likes her back, too.
Yamamoto-sama, her hearts clenches,
I think I'm falling inlove with you. But the words she thought came out differently as a selfish wish she had intended from the start was said instead. "Danna-sama, please kiss me."
The hunger was the same, a reflection of her own.
The three days’ worth of avoiding seemed like a waste. Yamamoto had shied away, hiding in his shell after sharing his first kiss to his first love. He felt like he had pushed himself on her and now, with guilt he cannot look at her doe-like eyes as she revered him as her hero. He's a part of the Imperial Army, trained to be fighting and saving civilians have been part of his job and they all looked at him the same. But something has changed and as he looked at the same wide eyes that had looked at him with courteous eyes, but now they glinted differently.
Perhaps with other feelings… He understands and yet he chose to say the same as her, afraid for the mutual emotions swirling like a storm. His own heart is excited from the chaos in his chest. "It will be my pleasure to do so."
I love you, from the very start, Miyuki.
He leaned in, Yamamoto had his boots on while the geiko only wore a wooden geta, and he towered over her in an easy few inches. He raised her head, lifting his beautiful Miyuki’s chin to look at him. They locked eyes and he closed the distance between them.
The kiss was a smooth press of the lips. Miyuki's lips, unlike before wasn't too dry. It was soft and it fit like a puzzle on Yamamoto's own. But he needed more; he is after all a curious lad. He pushed the boundaries aside, opening his mouth as he nibbled on Miyuki's lips, swiping a tongue that seeks access.
Yamamoto while he trained before had been to a lot of red-districts. Together with his father, they had traveled together when he was younger. He had seen shameless kisses in brothels; he had seen his father kissed courtesans as they drink. It made him blush when a courtesan leaned in to kiss him and yet he protected his honor like a true soldier. He stammered his way out, leaving his drunk
Chichiue a momentarily bliss. But sharing a kiss with Miyuki is special; he has this strong urge to taste her mouth, his curiosity winning on trying a new exploration on an unclaimed area.
Miyuki let out a gasp, her mouth opening and her eyes widened from the flesh that entered her lips. It was warm and wet and it danced with an excited fervor on her tongue. She let out a quiet moan, her knees buckling under her and she clung on tighter on her danna's neck. She's under a dizzying spell, her chest hammering and her ears pop from the lack of oxygen. When they separated,they were both gasping for air.
"W-What was that?" Miyuki dazedly whispered. Her eyes wide with wonder, eyeing the offending mouth that wickedly dared to take her in passionate experience. The question made Yamamoto's face heat up, the pink blush reaching to his ears.
"I-It was a k-kiss," he stammered. His tongue useless after the adventurousquest had it made just a while ago.
Miyuki had only asked for fireworks that can be found on Yamamoto's kisses and yet he showed her another level in the world of emotions. And this might be the reason why kisses can be so addicting. It exploded like a bomb, 10 times more powerful than the pop the fireworks made. It made her crave for more, surprising herself in the desire she radiated as she eyed Yamamoto's lips. She can't help but want to taste it more --- More of the taste of
mochi and sweet
anko, the taste of the bitter
genmaicha tea and the taste uniquely of her Danna. She swipes her tongue on her lips, Yamamoto following her action.
"Let's do it again," Miyuki whispered and she pulled him down as she tiptoed and meeting his lips, ignoring a small whine that came from him.
The kiss was more explosive, Miyuki learning to give back the more she received. Her toes were aching and with her weakened knees she was trying not to flail but Yamamoto held on to her like a lifeline and they could kiss forever….
The sound of someone clearing his throat had startled them from the euphoria. They both staggered to separate yet they both held on to each other with ragged breaths.
They soon notice the company they had. They weren't alone in the garden after all. The servants were lined on one corner, the three of them facing the wall. Their ears and neck are red from blushing. Lord Yamamoto, fanning his amused expression with his paper fan, sat on the deck like godly being.
"They're done now, you could turn around." The Lord mock-whispered and the servants turn with their red faces and can't look anywhere but the ground.
"
Chichiue!" His Danna but bellowed on his own father, his voice boomed and the three servants and Miyuki flinched. Despite the blush high on his cheeks, he was angry for disrupting the peace the two of them had.
Miyuki on the other hand was panicking; she can't offer a face worthy for the Lord. She crossed boundaries and she prepared herself to die. She let go from her vice grip around the young Lord’s neck and she ended up tumbling on the ground.
"Miyuki!" She heard her Danna shout, but she ignored him. She's facing her death and she can't afford to lose her Danna, now that she discovered new feelings towards him. She kneeled with her head low and her hands above her head rubbing together like a prayer.
"Forgive me, my Lord. I-I was the one who requested it. I will accept any form of punishment from you..." her voice hoarse, she hadn't recovered yet from all the puking she had been doing the past days. It irritated her vocal chords and while her voice is coming back, it was still raspy and it sounded more like a croak of a toad.
"Miyuki, please get up." Her Danna crouched besides her, trying to lift her from the ground but she stayed low, her hands still furiously rubbing above her head.
"Oh? A
dogeza?" Yamamoto senior stepped forward; he leaned in to the young geiko as he tapped his lips with his folded fan. "I assume that you would do anything that I would say." He said, his voice dark and cold, making Miyuki shiver and cower in fear.
"I will do anything,
Daimyo-sama." Miyuki whispered, her forehead touching the cool cobbled floor.
"Then I suppose the best punishment for you…", the senior drawls out as Miyuki gulped while the younger Yamamoto only rolled his eyes expecting what to come next," is to stay by my son's side as long as he will allow it."
The wheels on Miyuki's head turned as she processed more of her Danna's father. She whipped her head as fast as she could as she looked up on the towering frame of body above her. She looked at him unbelieving.
"Just remember geiko, the family name also extends to you. When my son chose you, I expect you to be worthy of my son's money." Lord Yamamoto smiled eerily. He huffed a sigh and looked at his son straight in the eye.
"As for my stupid son, your punishment will come later ---", he wagged his finger to the young Yamamoto when the young lord opened his mouth to protest,"---indecent public behavior! Affections, my dear son, should be done in closed quarters, though I surely missed my youth just by watching your little quirks." He smiled pleasantly and flipped his fan open. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall hunt your
Hahaue and maybe have a passionate night with her this evening." He then took off with a little wave of his fan and two servants followed his trails.
Miyuki let out her breath she didn't even know she was holding. She coughed when the cold air it the back of her throat and she whacked her frail body with a series of coughs.
“Are you alright, Miyuki?” His Danna pulled her up, and she clung to him when her coughing fit ended. The young Yamamoto is sporting a faint blush on his high cheekbones as he ushered her to sit on the wooden raised flooring of the mansion. "You shouldn't mind my father. He's a bit eccentric, you see. Like me, he'd spent his childhood as a soldier, earned his ranks by his sword and now that he had retired, he's like becoming a child again.” He smiled and the pink on his cheeks only grew darker.
Miyuki is amazed how much she had learned about her Danna within a few days, whenever she asked her oneesans in the okiya, they didn't have a lot of stories to tell. She had once thought that having a patron means to just walk a step behind of them but when she's with Yamamoto, she never felt like his geiko. He would look at her like they were the only people in the world and nothing else is more interesting than Miyuki. She feels loved when in truth there is nothing in between, just a line that separates them with labels like geiko and Danna. For once in her life she makes herself believe on one thing…
"You should meet my mother!" He smiled, his chin more prominent when he lifted his mouth curled at the sides (Miyuki thinks he look like a cat), his eyes lighting up as the mention of his mother. He talks more about his parents, about his younger sisters, about a
tanuki with curly brown locks he found in his backyard and discovered it was actually a stray dog and adopted it after.
Yamamoto can go on and on and Miyuki can just listen to his voice but she has to make sure if she can really trust her fate to this young man's hands so she cleared her throat, interrupting an excited babble as she ducked her head and let her world be passed on to her Danna. Can you promise to take care of me?
"Danna-sama---", she started but Miyuki was stopped by a mere wave of her Danna.
"Miyuki… call me Sayaka from now on."
The tears that pooled on her eyes blurred the outlines of the beautiful man in front of her and she knows already the answer to the question that didn't even leave her lips.
"Hai, Sayaka-sama."
*
When Miyuki woke up, the first thing she noticed is the thick kimono she's wearing even though she's very sure that she fell asleep naked. The endless silks tangled on her legs and arms and she moved sluggishly on the futon.
She's alone. No Sayaka beside her and she is swallowed instantly by an unbearable sadness. The sobs rose up from her clenching chest and tears threaten to fall. Her fists balled up and she nearly ripped the expensive fabrics that tied her up on the bed to shreds so she could just ran out of the manor and follow wherever Sayaka is.
One night isn't enough afterall. The love she is sporting for ten years can’t be quenched by a single night. She wants to hear the sweet promises Sayaka whispers between his gentle kisses, the trail of rough calloused hands that wake goose bumps on her skin, the warmth of his breathing, his caress, his scent…
She paused her thoughts as the tears fell one by one and she lets herself cry. Sayaka, Sayaka, Sayaka…, her thoughts chanted like a mantra, maybe Sayaka would come back. She had heard sorcerers whisper words repeatedly and the gods may even hear it and grant their sincerity. And Miyuki did what only a lowly geiko can do, wish for her Sayaka to appear before her and perhaps never leave her side again.
But Miyuki knows the gods never listen to her, so she curled herself on her side, pulling the fabrics close to her as she curled like ball, velvet colors wrapping her limbs. The contrast of the shocking colors mocks her dulling emotions and she lets them comfort herself from the little scent of Sayaka that clung to the sheets. She inhaled deeply and hiccups her sadness away.
Then she felt it, the futon, moving, a heavy figure crawling behind her, spooning her back as strong arms engulfed her from behind.
"Mou, I left only for a while you're asleep and here you are missing me already." He said his voice deep from the sleep. He nuzzled his cheek on Miyuki's neck and he heard a small hitch of breath.
Miyuki slowly turn around like everything might disappear if she moved too fast and there he is, Sayaka, smiling sheepishly with his red-tinted lips, neck littered with love bites and the faint flush on his cheeks that doesn't seem to go away.
"You're here…” Miyuki whispered and she doesn’t even pray regularly but the gods must be bored for some reason if they hear her this time.
"Ofcourse, I'm here. Where would you want me to be?" He cocked his head to the side. He lifted an arm and leaned onto his hand, watching Miyuki under his gaze while Miyuki looked at him with wonder in her tear-streaked face.
"Where did you go?" She clutched on hem of his clothes, his kimono shifted and Miyuki can clearly see his chest-wrap on.
"I-I was cooking…", he cleared his throat,"ummm… you know, breakfast for you." Well, that surprised Miyuki. She knows that Sayaka doesn't cook; he has a kitchen staff to do it, afterall. Sayaka must have noticed Miyuki's expression because he flicked her forehead and she dazedly look back at him. "I learned how to cook this in one of my travels in Ginza, a District in Edo. We had to do a stop-over because we had to see a doctor. And there was this dish the foreigners liked to eat, it is called
omuraiso", he concluded his brows furrowing. And then he chatted more about how he had to be taught by the young Shinichi — “Who knew that the kid has a fine palette? He enumerated the ingredients before the cook when they refused to disclose how they made it!” — how to crack eggs until he boasted about knowing how to crack using only a hand but then unfortunately he had gripped the egg tightly and then it was squished with a gooey madness in his hands. He swore not to crack eggs again but the mere thought of Miyuki eating his food had quipped him with new energy that not a cranky pirate can extinguish it.
"And the kid even had to look smug at me when I messed up while frying the rice. He even swore it was the blackest he has ever seen. But I didn't even know that the rice should be red. In my defense, the rice should be cooked thoroughly." He pouted by the end of his story-telling
"So where is it?" Miyuki laughed her worries now at the back of her mind. She wrapped her arms around Sayaka and smells the scent of eggs and tomatoes on his clothes.
"I-I… brought it with me actually." He looked proud and excited. He scrambled to his feet and called out the servant waiting outside. The door opened beyond the screen wall and then it was closed again as the servant exited. Sayaka left his place from the futon and went to get the small table where a wide and shallow bowl is covered with a golden embroidered silk. The presentation is overwhelming; also she can see the newly brewed tea with puffs of smoke coming from the teapot. She instantly went to pour some tea but she was stopped by a hand.
"I will serve you this time." He calmly said and with clumsy fingers, the teapot shook when he poured the green colored steaming liquid to the earthen mugs.
Miyuki's heart warmed at the scene in front of her. She is being cared at the moment and even though she's puzzled by his actions she still appreciates the affection radiated from Sayaka. She will miss this when he leaves again. Her musings was cut short when Sayaka started humming a song. She smiled at the silly tune.
"Alright, I hope I got everything right. I had Shinichi helped me to perfect this." He smiled warmly and began starting on humming again.
"What kind of song is that anyway?" Miyuki laughed.
"It's
Cancan, the French Ambassador can't stop humming it and now the melody kind of rubbed on me. The Europeans said that it was mostly used in their cabaret dances in
Moulin Rouge."
The song is fast and ridiculous but with way Sayaka had wiggled his eyebrows with every note had made everything achingly funny. She clutched on her side as Sayaka finally revealed his masterpiece.
"Oh, wow." Miyuki stopped laughing and watched the golden lump of yellow on the middle of the plate. It was a glowing above the dark porcelain dish and she stared in awe at the characters of her name spelled with cut dried laver above the
omuraiso.
"Taste it!" Her danna shoved a soup spoon on her hands.
"Thank you for the meal…" She reluctantly dipped the wooden spoon on the yellow substance and it actually bounced like a fluffy being before it breaks under the force of the wood and let out a wafting steam of pure happiness and golden shining goo. Underneath it is the reddish rice and she gulped as her mouth waters at the sight.
"Go on…" Sayaka whispered, and Miyuki nodded like they were onto a secret or something. She scooped a good amount of red rice, egg and goo on her spoon and brings it to her mouth.
When they touched her tongue, she gave out a lewd moan, chewing an indescribable flavor of sweet tomatoes, salt aged meat and sweet eggs rolled into one. The hint of laver threw in the taste of
umami and Miyuki can't stop herself as she groaned another scandalous sound.
Her eyes opened, which she didn't know were actually closed upon her eating, and saw Sayaka with his lips opened and sporting a deep flush on his face.
"D-do you… do you want to have a taste, too." Miyuki offered but Sayaka must want to taste his cooking, too right? She flip her wooden spoon so the handle is pointing on her danna's direction. But she can't also stop herself from being selfish. She would really rather have the plate all to herself.
Miyuki wished that Sayaka would refuse but the bastard nodded and she can clearly hear her heart breaking into two. Sayaka gulped and for good measure he even said, "O-okay." He sounded unsure. She felt Sayaka's warm calloused hands on her fingers and she tightened her hold on the spoon, refusing to let go. But his hand eased up some more and it wrapped on her wrist. She was concentrating so hard on Sayaka's grip that she didn't even notice how she's being pulled forward, her lips brushing Sayaka's lips and a warm tongue rolled out, swiping a piece of rice on the edge of her lips and oh---Oh!
The wooden spoon clattered on the table when Miyuki's grip lax out and she instantly pushed Sayaka off her. Miyuki gasped for air, both of them breathing hard, while Sayaka looked like a sex god with a shocked expression.
Miyuki huffed a guiltily and picked up the wooden spoon. "Let's resume after I eat, okay?" She then literally inhaled everything, stopping only after her plate is clean and finished her lukewarm tea.
"
Gouchisousama!" She sighed. "That was fantastic, Sayaka-sama." Miyuki blushed and patted a napkin on her lips like a graceful madam. She looked on the empty plate and she longed for more. The simple dish is heaven-sent and she'll have to ask for Sayaka to teach her how to do it, though, Shinichi's omuraiso must taste better. Her thoughts fired up as she think of learning from the master rather than the student. She's patted her now full stomach and caught Sayaka smiling at her.
Miyuki smirked as she crawled to the cook.
"Now… time for dessert.”
*Tbc*
Food Facts!
genmaicha tea - brown rice green tea (it's bitter! Bleh --- bc I have a sweet tooth)
mochi - japanese rice cake, it's mostly filled with
anko, or sweet red beans and it's called
daifukuomu-rice - or
omuraiso is a
yoshoku (a japanese dish which is Western-influenced). So yes, it did not exist before but it originated around 20th century in Tokyo in a western-style resto.
A/N: I recently read a thread about placing [COMPLETE] on the thread title after completing the fic so I'm very worried about this thread bc the title's so long and mouthy. I want to ask if you guys would agree of me changing the title? But if you won't I understand... certain changes sucks. I just don't know what came into me when I wrote that xD
And yes,
that was the added part in this chapter. I was reading a few fics with food porn in it and I'll probably can't face another
omu-rice without thinking this Lol~! #scandalous!!!