Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa Momoko continued to refuse Ling-We until she ceased leaving Momoko in peace but still disheveled. She did not want Ling-We's help at all, nor did she aant to be touched by her. Everything had been fine until she had come over fussing and now Momoko had been humiliated. She imagined Zumozo thought her messy and uncooth, hardly traits of an Empress or Goddess worth serving. Oh and how she wished to have impressed him, from the moment they met and until now but it was hopeless. Momoko had always been taught that first impressions must always be smooth and perfect, or else a relationship was simply doomed. She was not openly crying but her eyes were rimmed with water that threatened her make up, forcing her to take her fan and gently fan her face, thankfully that also helped to ease the blush some. She tried to pull herself together, tried to think of something witty that she could say that would allow her to walk back into the room and play this off, as if it was nothing. Surely he would admire her cool demeanor, after all he was a soldier. Alas though she was far too neurotic to do anything like that and instead wallowed in her embarrassment. She had not expected him to come out and when he spoke she looked over her shoulder to look at him a slightly confused look on her dacenand herr eyes widening some. This was... highly unorthodox and everyone present knew this. He appologized and... everyone was confused. Because the story he offered for everyone to hear was not at all what had happened. Everyone was aware of this, however Zumozo's story offered something for everyone to cling to and so everyone did... Even Momoko, but she knew the truth. Then he reached for her and everyone stiffened, he put the comb back in her hair, trying to arange the inky black hair as close to how it had been. He was not as skilled as Ling-We but he did manage to make it all hold. Everyone was shocked by his boldness, even Momoko. T...thank you... she stammered, her voice so quiet that it was only meant for her and him. But oh no it was not over... Zumozo moved his hands, quickly fixing her kimono. The act of doing so brought their bodies closer together. Momoko was soft and petite and sweet smelling, even in shame, being so close to hwr would be a common mans dream. He reached around her, his arms encased her like armour and instantly she felt safe and lulled. Even whilst all in the room gasped and mumbled, Momoko allowed his hands to pull up the front of her Kimono, covering her modesty one more. Of course neither Momoko or Zumozo could ignore the fact that his fingers had now brushed against more of her breast then any mans ever had. In fact as his fingers touched the milky skin, Momoko had not been able to help herself from making a small, mewling sound that... like this right here was dangerously erotic. Once done he fell to hia knees, taking his blade and laying it before her. He told her that he awited whatever punishment that she saw fit. Momoko was quiet, seemingly in thought for a few moments before she told everyone to leave, even the guards. There was a hardness to her tone that only served to shock them all more and because of it they all quickly obeyed and left, despite how unorthodox that also was. Her tone also might of made Zumozo dread what was coming next. It was all an act though. Once everyone had left, Momoko squatted next to him in a stiff but shapely manner forced by the Kimono design. She grabbed at his arm with both her soft, perfect hands, her voice soft once more as she said. Get up, rise please. To him, standing up as he did. I do not wish to punish you... she paused then, pursing her lips together befoee adding. I am fully aware of what happened... it is so gracious of you to... take the blame. I cannot punish you for something you did not do. With that said it quickly reoccurred to her thagt she had sent everyone out and now she and he stood alone on the balcony, the sky a dark orange in color and the breeze gently gnawing at them both. Words suddenly left her, causing her to stammer a couple of times before looking away to hide her coyness.