ONE SWEET NIGHT A Fushigi Yuugi Sekkushiaru Roman Based on Central Anime's Translation of Episode 45 By Sailor Mac (sailormac@wjjz.com) MIAKA Yui. . .you finally summoned Seiryuu. . . I suppose this means goodbye. I'm sitting in my room, staring up at the full moon. Somehow, the events of the last 48 hours just seem unreal, like a bad dream. Poor little Chiriko, sacrificing himself to save the rest of us. . .and then Tamahome, Chichiri and I racing to the roof, trying to stop the ceremony. . . But we couldn't. And I think I'm going to see that dragon in the sky in my dreams for the rest of my life. It's over. I'm never going to get her friendship back now. Everything I've gone through has been for nothing. . . Give it up, Miaka! From now on, you're going to fight beside Tamahome! With Tamahome? A flash fills my mind of Hotohori saying to me this afternoon, "Since the Suzaku Seishi are no more, Suzaku no Miko is no more. You can get married at any time." Wedding. . .that's right. . .I can now become Tamahome's bride at any time. What the hell am I thinking? Now's not the time for this! Everyone's lost their Seishi powers. . .and Kutou is going to attack us tomorrow. . . Can they really fight and still be okay? * * * TAMAHOME It's awfully quiet in there. That's not like her. When I pass Miaka's room and she's in there, I almost always hear the crash of things being tossed around, Miaka mumbling to herself. . . I see her light. . .but hear nothing. I really shouldn't have expected anything different. We just experienced the biggest disaster since we began our quest to summon Suzaku. Seiryuu summoned, our powers sealed away. . . Why did you do it, Yui? Somehow, I always thought you'd turn against them at the last minute and go back to Miaka. Naive of me, I know. I've been among the servants of Serriyu, I know all too well what they can do. . . And now, we're stripped of our powers and facing a battle tomorrow. Miaka's insisting on coming with us. . .why? She's no longer our Miko. . .she's just a young girl with no powers and no fighting experience. I've got to try to talk some sense into her. I do *not* want her hurt, under any circumstances. I slip into her room. She's sitting by the window, staring into the sky, looking like she's lost in thought. . . "Hey, girl of a hundred faces!" I say. "Tamahome!" She looks up at me with such happiness in her eyes. . .as if she hasn't seen me in years. . .it's the look that has never failed to melt my heart. My determination to keep her from harm increases. "Do you really want to fight beside us?" I ask her. "This isn't a game!" She turns toward me, slowly. . . "Tamahome, I'm not going to fight half-heartedly. Hotohori even let me borrow his holy sword for good luck. I can't use it very well, but I'll pull my own weight and not hold you back. . ." I can't believe her! When she puts her mind to something, she goes through with it, no matter what. . . Right now, I don't know whether I want to grab her and shake her. . .or hug her until my arms turn numb. "That, and. . .and. . .I don't want to be separated from you," she continues. "Not even for a second." Oh, Gods. Suddenly, I'm flooded with emotion. Miaka. . .you love me so much. . .I never thought anyone would love me like this. You make me want to hold you. . .touch you. . .show you how much I love you. . . And I hear myself saying, "I suppose I'm being what you'd call self-centered. Somewhere in my heart, I'm glad you couldn't summon Suzaku. Since you're no longer a Miko, we can be just an ordinary guy and girl, but. . ." * * * MIAKA What is he saying? Is he thinking the same thing I was. . .that we can be married now, be together now. . . Oh, Gods. . .we may never get the chance to be married! What if we go to that battle tomorrow, and we're both killed. . . Tamahome is pacing the room. "I suppose I'm being selfish, especially at a time like this. . .to think that I just want you so bad at a time like this. . ." My heart stands still. He *is* thinking what I'm thinking. I want to get up, to run to him, but something'sholding me back. . . He suddenly changes his tone of voice. . . "What the hell am I saying? It's not right when the country's in jeopardy, is it? Right now, we have to win this war first." And then, he puts on his most cheerful tone of voice. . .oh, I can tell he's forcing that tone. . .and says, "Well, seeya! Get plenty of rest!" And he turns to go. . . No, don't go, Tamahome. Please don't go. Win, you say? Can we win? Kutou's army is three times that of Konan's! People in the city say there's no chance of winning. We may all die tomorrow. . . I rush over to him, throwing my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his back. Oh, my darling. . .how warm you are. . .how can you be just a character in a book? You're so sweet, yet strong. . .you're all man. . . "It's all right," I say. "Tonight. . .tonight, we. . .tonight. . .make me your bride." * * * TAMAHOME My heart stands still. Miaka. . .oh, my dearest. . .are you doing this just for me? I whisper her name. . . "We may die. . .but. . .if that happens, it's okay," she says. I reach up, clasp her little hand, hold it tightly. . . "Miaka. . ." "I've decided to live by your side. So, when we die, we die together." I don't know what to say. I turn around, so we're face-to-face. . . And then, she's in my arms, and my mouth is on hers. . .I can feel her little tongue reaching for mine, and I give her what she wants. . .she calls this a French kiss. I call it heaven. Her heart is thundering against mine, and her hands move up and down my back, pulling me tighter, tighter. . . I take my mouth from hers and start kissing down her neck. She lets out a long, low moan, the sound sending a hot thrill through my body. . .Miaka, so warm, so sweet, so soft. . .I love you, I love you so much. . . We begin moving toward the bed slowly, in perfect synch, as if in a dance. I reach up to the buttons holding this garment on her, this piece of fabric which seals her off from me. . . Ahh, now she's naked. Look at her. . .a goddess, nothing less than a goddess. I pick her up and lay her down reverently, bending down to tenderly kiss her lips again. I shed my own garment as fast as I can, then lie beside her, pressing my body against hers. Oh, Gods, let time stop. . .let this go on forever. . . * * * MIAKA He's pressed against me. . .all of his skin touching all of mine, it seems. . .ohh, it feels so good, like we're truly one being already. . . Imagine how it'll feel once he's inside me. . . Just the thought of it makes me tingle all over. The two of us, fused together, completely one at long last. . . His mouth is on mine, and his tongue is flicking in and out. . .and his hand is stroking my neck, down over my shoulders, going lower. . . And then, I feel his fingers on my right nipple, and I gasp. He rubs it slowly, and hot sensations shoot from my breast right down between my legs. . . "Ooohh, that's good," I say. "Do you like that?" "Yes. . .yes. . .more. . ." He brings his other hand to my left breast, and then he's gently squeezing both of them. . .I feel his thumbs come up over my nipples, soft, feathery touches at first, then faster, harder. . .I can't believe how it feels! Oh, my whole body's on fire. . .mmm. . .but it's so, so delicious. . .don't stop, my love, don't ever stop. . . I must have moaned, because he whispers, "Miaka. . .I love those noises you make. . .so sexy. . .I'm going to make you moan even louder now, sweetheart. . ." And he lowers his head to my breast, and next thing I know, he's drawing my nipple into his mouth. I cry out as I feel him start to suck. . .his mouth is so hot, so wet, and those little tongue-flickers are going to drive me insane. . .I'm so aroused it feels like my heart is beating down in the center of my being. . .When he moves his mouth to the other breast, he lets his fingers brush the nipple he had just been sucking. . .and it's so sensitive now that I jump and cry out. . .so much sensation, I'm flooded with it, absolutely flooded, almost too much to bear, but I want it to go on forever. . . "Tamahome," I whisper. "Oh, Tamahome. . .I love you so much. . ." He raises his head. "I love you too, honey." And he kisses each nipple, tenderly, as I feel his hand slip below my waist. I open my legs wide, inviting him to come touch me. . . And then his fingers are THERE, and I think I'm going to explode. Suddedly, there's hot tingles running everywhere, and I'm panting, and my heart is thundering. . .ohh, there's a pressure building and building inside me, and he's stroking and stroking. . .here, there, and he's putting a finger INSIDE me oh GODS. . .A small shudder ripples through my body, and I nearly scream. "You want it, don't you? You want to come. . ." "Yes!" I cry. "Yes! Please!" He wiggles the finger around, and my hips jerk off the bed, trying to take it all inside me, trying to have as much of him in me as possible. . . He takes it out, and I want to cry in frustration. But then, I feel it sliding upward. . . And he connects with my sweet spot, the place I always touched when I was alone and thinking of him. . .but ohh, his touch feels SO much better. . .Another shudder runs through me, this one bigger, and then my whole body tenses, freezes. . . The explosion is sudden and total. My whole body is wracked with HUGE shudders, and hot ecstasy is pulsing from my woman-place and washing all over me. . .I'm yelling his name LOUDLY, and my hands are gripping his back, digging my fingers into the flesh. . . I fall back to the bed, shiver after shiver passing through me. . .and then a sensation of warmth, of incredible calm. . . He kisses me and whispers, "Was that good?" "Yes," I moan. "Ohhh, yes. . ." "There's better still to come, my love. I promise you." His lips are on mine, and I kiss him back, hungrily. Yes, I think, I want more. . .I want to do everything, absolutely everything. . .show me, my love, take me there. . . I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and it feels delicious. I can't wait to have it in me. . .I reach down and stroke it lightly with my fingers, and I feel him shudder and stir in response. I love knowing I can give him such pleasure! I stroke some more, and he moans. . . "Now," he whispers, and I know what he means. I lay back, and he positions himself over me. . . It's going to happen. I'm going to become Tamahome's wife. We were separated so many times. . .but at last, we're going to tie the knot. . . And then, my stomach growls. LOUDLY. I could DIE. * * * TAMAHOME What the HELL is that noise. . . Is that. . .her STOMACH? Oh, Gods. . .that's. . .that's just too like her. . . She looks mortified. "Why is my stomach doing this at a time like this?" I can't help it. . .I'm trying to hold it back. . .but the laughter is punching its way up from deep inside me. . .and before I know it, I've got the giggles. "Man, you're so. . .you're so hopeless!" I say. She's turned fifty shades of red. . .from both embarassment and anger. "But. . .but. . ." I manage to recover. The moment is gone. Perhaps it's just as well. . .perhaps we're rushing this. . . I give her a kiss. "Let's just rest for now. We'll do this later. . .on the day of our wedding." She looks up at me. . .oh, those sweet green eyes, so full of love and soul. . . "Tamahome?" I pull her into my embrace, and she snuggles against me. "Yes, love. . .we'll wait," I say. "It gives me something to stay alive for tomorrow, knowing that when this whole mess is over we'll be married, we'll have a home and a family together. . ." And then, her stomach growls again. I feel sorry for her at this point. "But for now," I say. . . "eat something!" She gives me a kiss, eases out of the bed. I start to follow her. . .when I notice her eyes on me. Specifically, on the lower regions of me. I haven't lost my erection. "Tamahome," she says, "doesn't that hurt?" "I'll be fine," I say. She looks at it some more. . .drops to her knees next to the bed. . . "I'll take care of it," she says. "Miaka. . .you don't have to. . ." "I want to." She takes it in her fingers and begins to gently caresss it, swirling her fingers on the skin inmaddening patterns. I lean back, letting a moan ecape my lips. So good. . .so very, very good. . . And then. . .her tongue, stroking the head slowly. . .tentatively. . .then with more confidence, moving around and around in circles. . . "Do you want me to suck?" she asks. Oh, yes, darling. . .suck me, devour me, take me in as much as you can, make me a part of you. . . But I restrain myself. "If you want," I say. She wants. The next thing I feel is her hot little mouth completely surrounding me, and I think I'm going to lose it then and there. I tangle my fingers in her hair, gasp her name. . .and then she's moving me in and out, slowly, agonizingly slowly, making me feel like I'm never going to come. . .I'm burning up, bit by bit. . . "Faster," I groan. "Please, please, Miaka. . ." She complies. Oh, yes, keep doing that, keep doing that, oh, my dearest, you're making me feel so incredible. . .My heart pounds like it's never done even in the heat of battle, every inch of my skin feels like it's crackling with electricity. . .any second, any second now. . . And then, I feel the eruption. I'm flooded with heat, and I cry her name out. . .I spill my seed into her mouth, and she makes no effort to back away. She's taking it in, swallowing it.. . She's making me a part of her. I sag forward, panting. She takes me in her arms and kisses my face, tenderly. . . And whispers, "Well, you *told* me to eat something." I grab her in my arms and pull her closer, closer, never wanting to let her go, ever. . . "Silly girl. . . I loved it. Every second of it. You're wonderful." "You're wonderful, too." And then, her stomach growls a third time. She gets up, sighing. "We can't put it off any longer, can we?" "Nope. Now down to the kitchen with you!" "Aye aye, captain!" MIAKA One of the cooks is still hanging around the kitchen. She is easily persuaded to whip us up a bowl of noodles with meat and veggies left over from tonight's dinner. Of course there was a lot of leftovers. . .nobody felt like eating. Including me. If I had. . .things would have been different. . .I'd be his bride now. . . No, Miaka. Don't kick yourself. Like he said. . .this gives us something to want to stay alive for. . . "Want to take the food back to your room?" he says. I nod. I don't feel like having one of the others walk in on us now. I want it to be just him and me tonight. . . We carry the bowls and pot of tea back, and set them on the table near the window. "You're quiet," he says. "Are you upset about what happened?" "No," I lie. But he sees right through me. He always does. Sometimes, I think he can read my mind. He covers my hand with his. "Don't be. It's for the best, Miaka. It'll make our wedding night all the more special. . ." "You say that like you know for sure we're going to survive!" "I don't know. But we can't give up hope. There's always a chance, right?" He puts his fingers under my chin, tips my head up. "Hey, look at all the other times we've beaten the odds. We've got to have *some* kind of luck on our side. Besides. . .I don't think Nuriko will let anything happen to us." I feel a lump rise in my throat and tears spring to my eyes. Nuriko, my poor, dead friend, who gave his life to help me, to help us all. . . "Oh, Gods. . .I miss him. . .I miss him so much. . ." His hand squeezes mine. "I know, honey. . .I do, too." I pick up my chopsticks and begin eating, furiously. Food can be a refuge for me, a comfort. . . TAMAHOME She's putting food away at lightning speed. This is a good sign. . .I think. At least she's behaving like herself again. I go to work on my own noodles, looking at her. . .thinking. . . There's a thought in the back of my head that refuses to go away, no matter how much my sense of logic denies that it could be true. The thought that, somehow, there may be a chance. . .a remote chance. . .that she'd still be able to summon Suzaku. Yes, the god's been sealed, our powers taken away. . .but miracles do happen, don't they? The lore of Konan is filled with stories of heroes who were atthe end of hope, any avenue of escape from evil cut off. . .and then, somehow, something saved them. Could the god somehow unseal himself? Could one of the gods of the other lands come to our rescue? Or, perhaps. . .could Yui have a change of heart, rebel against Nakago and undo the damage she's done? Ridiculous. . .why am I torturing myself with these thoughts, anyway? It's a one in a billion shot. . . Still, I'm glad she's been left a virgin. Just in case. . . She finishes her noodles, drops the chopsticks into the bowl with a contented sigh. "I feel much better now," she says, stretching out, looking serene. . .looking like there's nothing hanging over our heads. . . Oh, gods, do I want her on the battlefield with me tomorrow? Do I want her right out there in the line of fire, unprotected, vulnerable. . . We'll *all* be unprotected and vulnerable, though. None of us has our powers. . .and we're all about as experienced in fighting without magical help as Miaka is. . . She leans over the table. "Hey! *Now* who's quiet?" "Just. . .thinking. . ." "About what?" Do I share my faint flicker of hope with her? No. . .it's best that I don't fill her head with something that probably won't happen. . . "It's not important right now." I resume eating. "What's important. . .is you and me." MIAKA He's lying, I can tell. He's worrying about tomorrow. Oh, darling, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. Everything I've gone through in Konan has made me tough. If I go down. . .I'll go down fighting. I cross over to his side of the table and hug him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. I just want to hold him all night. . .it doesn't matter now whether we make love, just as long as we're close. "Come on. . .finish your food, and we'll go to sleep." He looks up at me with those meltingly gorgeous eyes, those eyes that always feel like they can look to the bottom of my soul. "I don't know if I can sleep now. I feel so. . .fired up. . ." "You're tense. Come to bed, I'll give you a backrub." It feels like we're married now, just an ordinary couple, just a guy who's tense from a hard work day and his loving wife. . . Oh, if only it were true. He scoops up the last of his noodles and puts the bowl down. "Okay. . .let's see what you can do." Well, I've got no real *experience* giving massages. . .but hey, how hard can it be, right? "Take your shirt off," I say, "and lie down." He smiles. "Trying to seduce me again?" I grab a pillow from the bed and bash him with it. "Ecchi! If you don't behave, I won't do it at all." "Okay, okay. . .I'll be good." He stands up, moves toward the bed. . .and drops his shirt to the floor. Gods, he's so beautiful. . .his body looks like it's sculpted from marble. . . He lies on his stomach, and I reach for the bottle of lotion I brought from home, pouring some on my hands. . . I rub in circular motions across his back, like I've seen masseuses on TV and in movies do. I must be doing something right, because he makes an "mmmm" sound. "Gods. . .what is that stuff on your hands? It feels wonderful. . .silky. . ." "Just body lotion." He raises his head, looks at the bottle. . . "Got any more of it? Do you know how much I could get for that at the. . .OUCH!!" His little greedy spell was cut off by me grabbing the long hair at the back of his neck. . .where his ponytail used to be before Suboshi cut it off. . .and yanking it. "Okay, okay," he says. "I'll behave." "Much better," I say, greasing my hands up again. I'll show him what this stuff is *really* for. . . I rub down his back, slowly. . .then up his sides, then down his back again. . .I can feel him relax under my fingertips. Good, good. . . Damn. . .these pants of his are awfully high, they're covering the lower part of his back. . . "Pants off, please," I say. "Mmm. . .I love it when you say that. . ." I'd hit him with a pillow again. . .but I don't want to get it all greasy. He gets off the bed just long enough to strip naked, then lies down again. Just seeing him like that makes me feel all hot and flushed all over again. . . Sometimes, I can't believe this gorgeous creature is mine. Back to work. I massage the small of his back, and then down to where it joins his buttocks. . . Hmm, I'm going to *really* enjoy this part! I put a fresh load of lotion on my hands and begin to rub his bottom in circular motions. . .umm, it's so firm, so nicely shaped, just rounded enough. . .I indulge myself by taking both cheeks in my hands and squeezing, releasing, squeezing, releasing. . .he's enjoying this, I can hear him moan. . . "Miaka. . .ohh, Miaka. . ." Suddenly, I want him to kiss me. . .I want our bodies pressed together again. . . I pull away, and drop my own clothing to the floor. He takes the cue, turning over. . .grabbing me in his arms and pulling my head to his. His lips are so delicious. . .I let mine caress them as my hands start to roam his body, running over his chest (ooh, the muscles!), down to his stomach, around to his back. . .His tongue and mine are stroking each other, his hands are coming up to my breasts, squeezing them gently. . .I can feel my nipples harden, and get even harder as he takes them in his thumb and forefinger and carefully pinches. . .I reach up to his chest and do the same thing, finding his nipples, squeezing them . . . We both moan loudly, and I know he's feeling the same thing I am, which makes it even more exciting. "Gods, honey," he whispers, "I know we agreed to wait. . .but right now. . .I want you so much. . ." "Please. . .is there something else we can do. . ." "Yes." And he's lying me flat on my back, kissing my lips again. . .I feel him start to work his way down, licking over my neck, down to my chest. . .he takes my right nipple in his lips and sucks, kisses it a few times lightly, sucks again. . .ohh, Tamahome, I feel so hot again. . .his mouth moves to my left breast, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as he sucks and licks. And then, he goes lower. . .lower. . . When I feel his tongue thrust inside me, I cry out. He draws it out, slowly, and begins lapping at the petals around my opening. Gods, it feels SO GOOD! His tongue, so wet, so rough and smooth at the same time. . .he's going to drive me mad like this, I know he is. . . He stops for a second. . .but only to shift his body around. Now he's kneeling astride my head and leaning over, kissing my nether lips tenderly, murmuring, "Beautiful. . .just like the goddess you are. . ." And his erection is right within my reach. The lotion bottle is still where I can grab it. I grease up my hands again and begin to stroke him, caressing him slowly, rubbing the tip with one hand and working my way up and down the shaft with the other. "Ooohh," he moans. "So nice. . .like silk. . .mmmm. . ." He descends to me again, and his tongue sweeps up and down, up and down, and I groan deeply, stroking him faster. . .he thrusts it inside me again, and my hips rise off the bed, meeting him stroke for stroke. . .yes, yes, Tamahome, do it, like that, like that. . .I'm moaning, over and over, especially when he flicks his tongue up and starts to caress my pearl. . .oh, yes, the feeling is so intense. . .like a thunderstorm building and building down there, just waiting to explode. . .and the more he licks, the more intense it gets. . .I pull my hands away just long enough for another quick coating of lotion, then grasp him with my left hand and stroke him slowly, base to tip. . .then my right hand, repeating the motion. . .then my left hand again. . .He responds by kissing my jewel, repeated, little kisses that make me suck in my breath. . .I'm almost there, honey, almost there. . . I grasp his manhood in one hand and begin stroking rapidly, determined to bring him to climax at the same time I reach mine. I can hear him moaning deep in his throat. . .and then he takes my pearl in his lips and starts to gently suck it. That does it. Suddenly, everything is a white-hot blaze, and I'm shrieking his name as the hot spasms shake me again and again and again. . .and he's groaning, his hips contracting, and a warm fluid spurts out ofhim and lands on my breasts. He collapses atop me, and we just stay tangled, panting, for a moment. Then, he turns himself around and takes me in his arms, kissing my lips tenderly. "That was incredible," he whispers. "I know. . .you're so wonderful, Tamahome. . ." "I really can't wait to marry you. . .and it *will* happen, Miaka. We *will* get married." He's saying so much with that statement. . .I know we're going to win tomorrow, I know we're going to defy all the odds, I know that we can beat an army three times the size of ours, even with no powers. . . And right now. . .I believe him. I want to believe him. "Now, sweetheart. . .we really *do* have to get some rest." "Yes." I settle into his arms, my head on his chest, where I can hear his heart beating, lulling me to sleep. . . We whisper "I love you" to each other as we drift off. TAMAHOME What's that sound? It's like a bull stampeding into Miaka's room. . . "Oi! Miaka! Do you know where Tamahome is? Kutou's army. . ." Oh, Gods. . .it's Tasuki. "WHAT THE HELL'RE YOU DOING AT A TIME LIKE THIS?" he bellows. And then, the urgency of the situation penetrates my sleep-filled brain. Kutou's attacking. . .the moment has come. "We'll be right there," I tell Tasuki. He backs out of the room, closing the doors. . .obviously uncomfortable. . . I gently shake Miaka. "Come on, honey. . .we have to go." She stirs, opening her eyes. . . "They're here?" she says. "Yes. We have to get dressed. . ." I kiss her on the top of her head and start looking for my clothes. She stands up, starts looking around for her school uniform (why she wears that thing all the time I'll never know. She brought other, more attractive clothes with her. . .maybe she wears it because it was once the only thing connecting her to Yui.) Then, she stops and grabs my arm. "Tamahome. . .promise me something. Promise me that whatever happens out there. . .you won't leave me, you'll always be at my side. . ." I put my hand on hers, caressing it. "I promise. Absolutely nothing will separate us. Nothing at all." We share a lingering kiss, knowing it could be our last. . . "I have to go put my armor on, love," I whisper. "I'll meet you back here in a few minutes. . ." She smiles and nods. . .and I smile back at her. Miaka, I have no idea what will happen to us from here. We may very well go on to have that dream wedding. . .or we may perish on that battlefield today. But whatever happens. . .we had one sweet night together. And nobody or nothing can take that away from us. Not even your never-satisfied stomach.