masanari | [Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[ Their pack's Christmas tended to be one which was full and chaotic, despite the fact that there were increasingly less children in the house as Yamato and Junko (and yes, Koji too) all grew to maturity. In some ways, this was actually more "kids" than had been in the house for it than in a long time, what with their new additions.

Still: Masaomi, Nariko, Ada, Sullivan, Emily, Octavio, Tom, Yamato, Junko, Koji, Veronica, and Audrey - Twelve people with at least one gift for everyone else, often times more in the case of those who were more generous or had deeper pockets or more to impress others with. The sheer number (even if it had grown over time) is probably what prompted them to set up a grate tree in one of the living room spaces which was probably meant to be a formal dining room and then lay out all the presents from everyone wrapped up under it andt hen sprawled out for a wide area around it all. There's chairs set up in a circle around the room to give everyone room to sit and the first one there (Which if, of course, Masaomi) brought bags for the wrapping paper to go into a recycle.

Also Masaomi has on a santa hat and a fake beard. Both of which Ada picked out years ago, and he wears mostly out of tradition. It's similarly out of tradition that he got up at the ass crack of dawn to sit in the room and eat some rice before anyone else got up, wait for them all to filter on in here usually starting with Ada or Sullivan or in recent years his eldest son so people can start to make breakfast and be ready. But either way, breakfast and present opening in the morning! A white elephant gift exchange game in the afternoon! A big dinner in the evening!

Christmas is a time of togetherness, where there has to be some structure, but there's a lot which can happen beyond all that and often did. Movies watched, songs sung, and even if this year of different and strange for a variety of reasons... well. It was still their day, and everyone would enjoy it. ]

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[No, it was completely horrifying to think that the life she had with this man could be so easily ripped away from her because of something that she was born into, and forced to experience whether she, as a person, liked it or not. There are many things that can be fun until the moment you lose what you're betting, and this is one of them.

It's a hell of a lot easier to avoid thinking about as he practically decimates their clothes and makes it that much easier to feel every inch of him matched up to every part of her, the way it's been for nearly two whole decades. That is what's right, and what has to be held on to.]

Masaomi. [Her scent isn't quite back to normal, there's an edge of it that's a little too pure, and whether that's a bit of insecurity or the remaining part of her that might have wanted to be with Yamato? She has no idea, but the way to fix it is to get her mate inside of her.]

[ That scent did feel almost strange to him, but it was strange in a way which was almost as exciting as it was worrying. A challenge - a real and true challenge, with stakes... ]

Nariko.

[ She wanted to be back with Yamato, on some level. He knew that. And it was perhaps in part because of that and his currently throbbing erection that through the storm of shredded clothing, he groans, pulls her legs apart, and he shoves his cock right inside of her. At this point, there's no need for foreplay. They could do that long, long after the first round. For now, he just needed to ram as far and as deep into her as he could, to make every part of her body rock ]

[No preamble, no teasing or messing around the point of it, it's not exactly like them at all, especially not post-funeral when they'd been spending far more time with each other but right now it's the answer to world peace as far as she's concerned. She can't even get out his name or another 'I love you' or something along those lines, she spreads her legs, and it's not difficult to focus on the way he feels, how easily he fits.

It takes bracing against the couch a little to roll her hips up, grinding a little. The smile she gives him is both gently challenging as well as overbearingly happy. This was better than any challenge, right? A part of her wants to ask but she has enough sense to keep her mouth shut, and give him a few new marks along his shoulders. ]

[ Challenging. The looks she gives him makes him smirk a little, in a cheeky sort of way. No, this isn't at all how they usually do things, especially not lately. He can't lie and say that it isn't motivated at least in part by what just happened, a need to prove his superiority to her in this contest. But it was just that - he was competing with Yamato, but he was also competing not just for her, but with her. Proving her, to her biology and to her psychology, that he was the man that she loved, and the man that he ought to love.

He loves her. He needs her.

He feels right inside of her. There's a primal edge to it all now, the way he moves his hips without regard for much of anything but his own pleasure and to sync up with her, but it's that sort of passionate and easy feeling insides of her that he knows she appreciates. Normally mouthy, he doesn't know what to say for this first around at least, and he follows the tug from her hands on his shoulders -

He presses his lips against hers, forcing his tongue down her throat ]

[They don't have to say anything. It's incredibly rare that there isn't something to say but if you want to talk about love and proving it? Well, rare is the couple that can exist together without saying a word, or feeling out of touch with one another as a result of that silence. But this is easy and it does slip her back into the place she needs to be, clears out little doubts and ultimately diminishes that little part of her that was far too raw. It's not one hundred percent gone but - if he really did see it as a sort of contest then he was absolutely in the running.

Although Yamato wasn't even here to defend himself in any way, so there was that, of course.

Not that it matters, Masaomi's the one fucking her with such force that it actually hurts a little, but it's the sort of pain that traps little noises between their lips, and she claws up his back, his shoulders and even his neck a little manically because she can't focus on anything but feeling him, being fucked by him - her world right now isn't their kids or their pack or their family. It's the two of them, so he doesn't have anything to worry about.

Not right now, anyway.]

[ This felt natural and it felt right. Nothing was terribly discordant between them, even if perhaps the mechanics of this were a little bit abnormal. Still, with something to prove and a body that he wants to enjoy - not to mention energy he needs to get out - Masaomi embraces that, fucking his mate and the love of his life with all the passion of someone wanting to reaffirm something which was never really in doubt

( well, not right now. There was Yamato. And Nathan. But- )

None of that sticks with the man now, there is no pack, there is no family. No Christmas or anything like that, just her and him. She was going to leave him full of marks and scratches. But with one hand bracing her head so that he could continue to kiss her even as he was fucking her like this, the other fumbles around her forearm, so he can claw himself at his name on her arm ]

[But - !!! Those were all issues which would develop in their own time, require their own discussions but it didn't have to be right now, right this second. The only thing that brings her a sense of calm is this violent love making that jumps back and forth between that romantic ideal and just outright fucking. She sinks into the couch while pulling at him that much more, really dragging lines in him while turning her arm so that he'll have an easier time getting to the tattoo.]

No one's ever - going to fuck me - like this! [That's said between tongue rounds, but even the words are sloppy and unfocused and she laughs at herself and then moans and mewls because her mouth doesn't know what it's doing at all. But kissing had been right so she goes back to that, still kind of smiling in her stupid way.

It's true, though. Even if, worst case scenario, she ended up with Yamato, Nariko's not entirely sure she could ever forget Masaomi or stop wanting him in some way, shape, or form. Biology says that shouldn't be impossible and yet she knows, in the very deepest part of her, that to be without him would literally kill her in a way that couldn't be easily repaired, if at all.]

[ Honestly, even if those words were slurred and barely made sense in his ears at this point in time, they still reassured him, they probably reassured and refocused the both of them. Because it's true - even if biology changed or even if nostalgia came and tore its claws into her, the fact remains that no other man in her life had ever or could ever claim to have the length of history or the berth of experience with her body that Masaomi boasted. It was a little pathetic, but ...

Even if he lost, it wouldn't be complete. He'd still have a chance. And when he grips her forearm, his hands digging in and around his name on her arm, he knows not only was that tattoo (short of some silly amount of lasers/surgery) etched into her body, but he wad etched in there too, and into her heart.

He wants to chatter back at her, he's a chatter-er. But right now, this kissing feels so much better than that, to coil his tongue around her even as he beats her cunt in this violent way. He'll blow soon enough, maybe they can talk more in the lull that follows. But the pleased sort of grunt he makes confirms that he heard her and he agrees ]

[He'd still have a chance - Yes, that's the best way to put it, for as grossly illogical as the whole thing is. There'd always be a little slip, a loophole that Masaomi could get into, it was difficult to think of any situation where he might not be able to tug her right back to his side. But, then, it's always easy to believe that in the moment, right? And she'd have never thought any of this was possible before that moment in the living room.

But that's just too much fucking thought when she's busy clawing towards an orgasm, her poor mate might have a few new lines along his back at the rate she's going. And for as much as she wants to scream she doesn't let go of their kiss, that she begins to falter with it, unable to keep up, is just a sign that she's trying to hold off on cumming for as long as possible. They're never too far apart when they aren't messing with each other and it's a stupid, overly romantic thing but she does want to cum with him, as closely as possible.]

[ the Alpha doesn't want to believe that their mateship, their bond, was something that fragile, particularly right now. Right now, since the funeral, it feels stronger than it had ever been to him. He holds her forearm and therefore his name etched onto her body hard enough to probably make her hand feels strange, but it feels right to him...

And he breaks the kiss to smile a little at her, but he's so lost in his lust that he barely focuses on her face. They have other connections to have. It might be memetic that he holds out longer than her - but it's just that, he's messing with her, taking pride in it. But in an emotional moment like this, there's no way they wouldn't cum more or less at the same time.

Particularly when he's polite and grunts out = ] Cumming.

[ Within then next thirty seconds! Within the next thirty seconds he's going to shoot out a huge burst of cum to fill her right up with him ]

[It felt that way because they were stronger. She wasn't nearly as afraid nor concerned about the things that had kept her up at night a few weeks ago. They were strong, and frankly if all he needed to feel that was to grip her arm a little roughly then it's fine, besides, she can't really feel anything but pleasure anyway.

When he warns her that he's on that verge she nods, but uses her free hand to pull his mouth back for a kiss first, and then she shifts to nibble at his ear, instead, because she's not so fair that she won't use every little trick she knows to get him to that point a little closer.

But she can only manage that for a handful of seconds because she's - Man, she's done. Nariko wouldn't ever say it out loud but emotional sex, when timed the right way, is really just the best. But even as she cums she tries to keep kissing, holding onto him - it's not like her to be lazy and this isn't an exception.]

[ She should tug a little on the new earring that Veronica got them, that would be a turn on.

Still!

Yeah, there's no chance they will last, and Masaomi's vision has tunneled. He tries to meet her kiss or do anything other than piston his hips and grip her arm (no doubt leaving a mark there, but then she will have scarred him by now, from how much that stings on his back). And... Well. She's going to cum, he's going to cum. And they will go in three, two... one.

Let's do it and then collapse to recover ]

[It's not fun sex unless there are some bruises on both ends! Nariko's always believed that. When it happens, though, she does nothing to keep herself quiet, and that's only right. Her nails dig into him a little harder in the last few seconds and the moment she disengages is the second she finally relaxes, panting rather heavily. She kind of ... Falls back onto the couch in the most undignified manner possible, which makes her smile like an idiot while she looks up at him.

... He's still so fucking hot after all this time. How obnoxious.

The arm that hadn't quite let go of him shifts so that she can hold his face with one hand. She doesn't even try to speak, she just lets herself have this moment, touching him and knowing that whatever was out of place isn't anymore.

She does have something to talk about but, eh. It's not important yet.]

[ For a long, long moment, they look into each others eyes, panting and sweating, and he looks over her body to see how attractive and young she still looks despite their age, how debauched she looks, how eager he is to feel and taste ever part of her. Slowly, he lets go of her arm to instead bring that hand to touch her face, brush his thumb against her lips.

He'd been sort of bracing himself with the other arm, so.

He's the one who speaks first (because of course he is) ignorant of what she needs to talk to him about to instead ask, ]

That dedication wasn't too cheesy, right?

[ He says it in a breathless way, but he's smirking. The one in the book, love of his life ]

[She kisses his thumb before giving a somewhat benign lick, it's a reflex at this point, and only sexual if he happens to take it that way. His question makes her laugh, though, and she has to roll her eyes at him, but her smile is too soft, it doesn't match such a bratty gesture.]

Are you kidding? That's all I have ever wanted to be, Masaomi. I'm not going to complain about actually seeing it on paper.

[The love of his life, damn biology or instinct or any of that! ... Which was unrealistic, she knew. It really did mean a lot to her that he'd put that there.] I had no idea that you had a writer streak in you, though!

[She pokes his cheek just to be a little shit,] This many years, and you still end up surprising me.

Hey, hey, hey, I've always had a way with words, you know that.

[ And a love of the classics. The two sort of came together in this instance, even if he probably wasn't actually the best at it or anything. Still, Masaomi laughs into her poking his cheek like that. Oh well, he made her happy. That's what he wanted to do in the first place, and he was sincere... so. ]

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Very true.

[And to make up for poking him she kisses him in the same spot.] So.

[.... How does she bring this up, anyway? It's coming out of nowhere, but.] We've definitely established that we're done with kids, right? We've got our set. One of which is an all around surprise.

[While Alpha instincts weren't hereditary she had expected at least one of her kids to inherit it, but she'd leaned more on both Koji and Junko than Yamato in truth.] So, eventually, we're not going to be parents in the most dominating sense. Junko's planning on going out of state for college, Yamato's going to be doing something or other soon, and then there'll just be Koji.

[And in all the time it would take to adjust to Junko leaving, Koji would be on the precipice of figuring out his first steps as an adult, too.]

And sure, we'll still have the pack but then it'll mostly just be you and I.

[She's definitely leading up to something, here.]

[ When she puts it like that... he nods. ]

Mmmm, yeah, we'll have to transition towards being parents of adults, or maybe even grandparents. [ That said, he did smile at all around a surprise. Masaomi... well, he'd always hoped it would be Yamato, and until Junko came into her own, he had figured it would be. After that, when he became more awkward and passive, he had banked on Koji, but now it seemed foolish to have ever doubted him.

Still, Nariko was clearly building to something, so he tilts his head both to think of what it could be and motion to her to continue. Did she want more children? Honestly, he was content with three, particularly with one of them having become an Alpha in his own right. To follow their growth, and see how they could become impressive young adults. But now, when she words it like that, he does wonder if maybe he was too hasty in that call. ]

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Oh, don't say that, none of those three are ready to have children! [To even think about it absolutely terrifies her. It's not a concern with becoming an actual grandmother (although that would definitely pop up) rather that her kids just ... Didn't have it right now. They were in a middling point of young adulthood that Nariko couldn't relate to because she hadn't been allowed it.

But, as far as kids, well! She's accepted that they'll probably just only have three. The sting that used to accompany that knowledge has partially dulled to an old throb, at least. That they are always on different steps about this issue is kind of hilarious, but she goes on without knowing that, of course:] I didn't really think about it until you gave Yamato that cottage, but wouldn't something like that be nice for you and I? Not permanently but to just - spend more time together, alone once the kids are gone.

[This isn't a fully formed idea in her head, that much is obvious! But the bones of it are there. He'll always be Alpha and she's not suggesting that they leave their pack, but it's hard to maintain any real privacy, or to do much of anything without it meaning something to every single person in their home. But if they're going to be older and childless maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to have a little bit of space.]

[ Oh. Oh, you know, that's not a bad idea. ]

I do feel like I should stress that cottage might not even last three years if the market turns around and I can finally profit off that property.

[ Maybe that's just his cheap side coming through, feeling guilty about giving his son a house, even if it was a small two room cabin thing. Still, he hums a and he looks up... No, they aren't ready to have children. But a place of thier own, for the both of them... ]

Do you think a place like that would be better to be in town, or further away? We're not really old enough to be Florida Snowbirds.

[ But all the same... ]

We will never be old enough for Florida, Masaomi. We're going to be classy and go North or some shit, don't you dare try to take me to that state. [.... And this really isn't something he needs to argue with her about. She loathes Florida, okay. This has never come up before because it's entirely illogical. But anyway.]

You aren't really going to give it to him and then take it away just for some money, are you? You can't possibly earn enough off it to justify that.

[While she's not at all aware of the guilt even she will feel the need to reign in that cheap side if he gets a little too out of hand with it. He's already given it to Yamato and their boy seemed pretty damn elated, even if it was small it was still his and that might be enough for him to love it. But as far as his question:]

A little out of town might not be bad, I don't ever want to be too far off from the city or a town, at least, but I'd like to have my own garden, too. [They had a decent amount of backyard now! But the pool and the jungle set their kids used to use take up most of the space. Logic says they should just get rid of the swings and the slide since no one else would be likely to use it but. She's nowhere near ready to get rid of it.]

Good thing I booked Provo and not anywhere in the keys then.

[ For the tickets in the bikini, he means. Still, he snorts and - ] That sounds more like another house than a condo or anything, though.

[ And he would! Take it away! He can get some milage out of it for the time being, okay?! Still... oh well. Masaomi grins a little, trying to get a picture of what sort of place they should have. Hmmm. ]

[If he does that to Yamato anytime soon Masaomi, for the first time in nearly twenty years, will know what it's like to be in the doghouse. No sex, no affection, and possibly kicked into someone else's room, too. That cheap sensibility wasn't going to keep him warm at night or pay him any attention! But, hey, if he really wanted to die on that hill? His business.]

I still can't believe you did that! Where did the idea to go away even come from? [... It's probably normal for a lot of couples to go away together, but they've just never done it, so.]

I mean, it'd have to be a small house, at least! Let's see, I should be able to use my skills as a realtor's wife here and ... A two floor home with a master bedroom and matching bath, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a modest kitchen with updated appliances, a porch, and a decent backyard with a white fence!

[Okay so she could have been a little more eloquent but it's not bad for someone trying to copy Realtor Speak.] Basically something just big enough for us and anyone who might temporarily visit. It'd be great to swing a breakfast nook, but that might just make it harder to find.

[Compared to their actual house what she's asking for is technically small but. Yeah, it's basically another house.] Besides, if it's only that big then I can take care of it just fine! It'll keep me busy. That and gardening. Oh! And I'm actually going to learn how to cook now, so when we're there I can actually have dinner ready!

[.... She's got a whole image going on here, Masaomi.]

Honestly, I'm probably thinking the same as you, some alone time just seemed nice.

[ That's... that image is pretty complete, pretty wide, pretty broad. He's not sure what to think of it, and while he was on board with the idea of them getting their own place to get away, he was thinking more like a condo or an apartment that they go off for a retreat ever now and again. A house of that size was actually potentially pretty big for just two people. And who did she think they were entertaining? But... might as well discuss it ]

Mmmm? That sounds more like a house that we'd move into than one which we'd just go for for some time alone. In fact, if I was going to sell us on time alone I was go one floor with only a master bedroom and bath with a modest kitchen and a sizable den for if we wanted to host... guests.

[ But moving out of this house? That was unthinkable. This was their dream house - hell, it was Nariko's before it was his. but somehow in the back of his mind he wonders if she wasn't satisfied with it, if she had somehow wanted it not to filled with their pack, but with...

This wasn't the time to get paranoid. She was going to garden and learn to cook? (and could she actually manage it, she tried to cook for years was she saying she never learned in all that time?) ]

[She wasn't suggesting moving out of the house, even if the dream she'd associated with it ... Didn't originally include Masaomi in the strictest sense. And if he's thinking that she'd originally thought to fill that house with kids then, well, he's right. She had looked at it and planned to buy it before they'd properly mated and accepted that their future would include one another. She'd planned on raising Yamato by herself, getting him to a certain age, and then the idea was to find someone again and basically start over again. It was still her dream house, but it had ended up holding a dream she hadn't thought to buy into until Junko was born, that was all.

As far as Nariko's concerned ... Didn't he already know all of that? They'd never discussed it outright and in truth there were only little hints to this truth but she kind of assumed he parsed it out which. Might not have been the case!]

I don't think we're really 'guest' people.

[It's not as if neither of them have friends, even outside of the pack but. It was difficult to imagine happening.] You're probably right, though.

[Her responses aren't clipped or even vaguely unnatural but. She's a little embarrassed at herself, that's all. She'll get over it.]

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