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Glancing over at her husband, a soft giggle escaped her lips, noticing the pail petals that dusted his hair in a sprinkling of pastel color. Reaching out, rough fingers gently plucked each piece in turn from the silky strands as she bit back any remark about how cute the man looked dusted in petals like a crown. As she gathered the last petal, V noticed her husband's gaze was locked on his phone, oblivious to all else, a joyful relief softening his face as he smiled.
“Work?” V asked nervously, worried Hanako was working her way into this moment.
Sitting up, Oda tucked his phone away, face falling into a serious yet indifferent expression, as he reached out to pick up a plate with a forced casualness.
“I just received an email. It looks like our divorce will not be granted.”
Mind blank, V watched her husband treat himself to another cookie, eyes fixed on the food before him, even as he smiled.
“You’re stuck with me?”
“It would appear.”
“Real shame.”
“Yes.” V couldn’t hide her grin, eyes bright as she watched her husband busy himself with his food, unable to conceal his own smile even as he distracted himself. “Try some.” Turning, Oda held up the last dongo, offering it to his wife, but she couldn’t help herself.
Leaning in, V knew what she wanted, eyes set on the prize only to pull away right before their lips met. Startling herself, the merc covered her mouth, remembering where they were as brilliant pale eyes stared back at her in surprise.
“Sorry. Public.” She managed, but it didn’t matter.
Oda had been tempted with a taste, and he didn’t want to be denied. It was brief, but without remorse, he leaned in, stealing a peck from her soft lips before again straightening himself, resuming his composure as he fussed over the plates in a search for something to do.
“Did you want the last madeleine?” In an attempt to seem nonchalant, he held up the plate, sipping his beer as he looked up at the blossoms. V could only laugh, pushing the plate away, smile pressed between her lips as she reached for the dongo.
“You have it, you gonk.” Laying back on the blanket, V closed her eyes, drinking in the utter bliss she was feeling in that moment, letting herself be spoiled by it.
This was good. If things could just stay like this, and she could feel this good forever, she’d be perfectly content.
Pale eyes looked over the lounging woman. The stretch of her legs, the folds of her skirt, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She was calm, peaceful. It was endearing to see her like this, so still, so dormant. He wanted to lay at her side, take her hand and feel her warmth. She was so close, yet social standards dictated that he must restrain himself.
“It is getting cold.” Noticing the goosebumps that grew across her skin, Oda became aware of the bite the air now had, reprimanding himself for not bringing a jacket for his wife.
“Eh.” V answered with a shrug, acting indifferent, missing the pinch in her husband’s expression.
“You are not dressed for the cold.”
“I’m fine.” She at last opened her eyes as a shadow was cast across her face, surprised to find Oda looming over her, eyes glowing bright as they looked down at her with a directness that secured her attention.
“Let’s go home. I want very much to kiss you without shame.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Jumping to her feet, V yanked her shoes back on, looking over the mess of plates they had created. “Do we need to clean up?”
“No.” Oda’s answer was accented by the golden women coming to clear the plates.
“Right. Fancy treatment.”
Oda was quick to secure his wife's hand before she could run off, not minding the eyes that lingered on them, some familiar, some foreign. Close at each other’s side, they made their way with a lazy pace back to their home. The night was young, no sense of urgency to drag them in any direction.
“We should be able to see the holographic parade and the fireworks from our yard. It will be a better view than from the street.”
“Preem.” V chirped, not needing convincing to follow the man back to their home after his bold assertion.
In ten minutes time, they found themselves stepping through their front door, both slipping their shoes off at the entry. Compared to the masses of life down on the streets, their penthouse was empty and silent, letting each of them breathe a sigh as they soaked up the peace.
“I’m going to go get a jacket.” Already making her way up the stairs, V waved over her shoulder, not waiting for her husband’s answer.
“The parade will start soon.” Oda called back as his wife reached the top of the stairs.
“I’ll be quick. Meet you out there.” Skipping to her room, she was quick to grab a sweater, pulling it on over her dress before swapping out her socks for some warm knee highs. Still holding the petals she had picked from Oda’s hair, she gently lay them in her jewelry bowel, soon after adding her wedding ring.
Back down stairs, she was quick to the lawn, expecting to find Oda awaiting her, but the yard was empty. Any confusion she had was fleeting as music rose up throughout the city, grabbing her attention and pulling her to the glass railing. Leaning over the edge, V could make out the lights of the city below, the streets crowded with dots, each its own person, waiting among the masses for the aerial parade. Using her optic zoom, she could barely make out the individual shapes and bodies. It had been so long since she had thought about how high they were, not since she had first been brought here, looking for any means of escape.
“Don’t fall.” V jumped as her husband's deep voice breathed in her ear, his arms wrapping around her to secure her body against his. “I’ve got you.”
“You scared me.” Flushed, her cheeks were warm despite the chill in the air, feeling her husband’s chuckle reverberate through his chest and into her back. Lips brushing her ear, Oda’s amusement was heard in his voice as he leaned them forward to rest a beer on the railing.
“I didn’t think you scared so easily.”
“Shut up, ninja boy. You’re the one that doesn’t make a sound when you walk around.” She was pacified as her husband lay a line of kisses along her neck, each slow and gentle. “Don’t try to distract me.”
“Why not? You’ve been distracting me all evening.”
“When? All you’ve done all evening is geek out about Japan.”
“Just because I can control myself, doesn’t mean I don’t want you.” With a hum, he kissed behind her ear, hands sliding over her torso in a slow appreciation of her form. “I’ve wanted to touch you all night.”
With a hum, V closed her eyes, focusing on the intimacy of his touch, knowing any thing she said would derail the moment. Admittedly, she was dying to touch him too, having spent all evening eyeing him. He was so attractive, his mere presence pulling her in, tempting her. He was so warm against her back, arms holding her so secure, she couldn’t help but sink into him, letting him support her as his lips took their time worshiping her soft skin.
“The parade!” As her eyes opened, the peace V had slipped into evaporated as she saw a large blue koi fish, shimmering and swimming through the air.
It was Oda’s turn to startle, his grip on his wife unrelenting as she pulled them both forward, leaning against the rail as she watched the various holograms as they each in turn rounded the corner of the megabuilding down the street. V missed her husband’s grin, amused by his wife’s unrestrained excitement. The parade was indeed beautiful, brightly colored displays floating over the city, passing directly by them as the spectacle made its way through the streets.
“It’s amazing.” V breathed, in awe as a massive float of holographic cherry trees passed by, shedding its petals over the city.
“Indeed.” Oda agreed, his eyes never leaving his wife.
“So is this the part where we have to fight to the death?” Leaning her head back against her husband’s shoulder, V flashed a toothy grin, eyes shining with the light of the holograms.
“Do not jest.” V giggled at the man’s scolding tone, laying her hands over his as they continued to encircle her.
“Ok ok. Sides, don’t have Takemura in my ear, feeding me all your weaknesses.” Oda scowled at the mention of his mentor, remembering the conversation they had so unprofessionally shared earlier that day.
Goro had not attempted to call him back, leaving Oda wondering if his teacher was already making moves to secure V for himself. The thought had his jaw tight, arms holding her tighter as he pressed his face into her hair. Takemura could try all he wanted, it didn’t matter. V was his.
“Good. He does not need to be present with all the things I plan to do to you.” Once more, his hands were exploring her body, squeezing and pawing as he pleased, teeth nipping at the exposed skin of her neck.
“Damn, you’re horny tonight.” Oda growled in answer, leaning into his wife to press her against the railing.
“I want to have you.” With his fingers digging into the meat of her thigh, his nails raked along her skin as he pulled up the hem of her skirt. Yanking the fabric up over her ass, he pulled back, keeping his hips pressed into her as his free hand grabbed the back of her neck, guiding her with some force to bend over the banister. “I’m going to fuck you for the whole city to see.”
In answer, V let out a hum, wiggling her hips as she spread her legs apart, making her compliance clear. The sight had Oda hard, knowing she was so eager for him, that she was giving herself to him. He was grateful for her lack of underwear, allowing him a beautiful view as her pussy rubbed greedily against the tent in his pants. He was more than happy to oblige her, freeing his cock to swiftly sink into her. Her moan rang out, a heavenly melody to accompany the parade's music. With a tight grip on her hips, he made sure she took every inch of him, thrusting hard and fast, to hear more of her sweet voice.
She was his, and he wanted all to know. Out on their lawn, in full view of the world, he fucked her, consumed with a burning lust, a desperate need to have all of her for his own. It didn’t matter who saw, the people below, any observers from surrounding buildings. She was his wife, and the whole world would know it.
Pulling her back into his thrusts, the sound of slapping flesh and the festival's cacophony could not drown out the sounds of her pleasure. Holding on the railing to keep her upright, V felt her mind spinning, her husband’s cock filling her to consume her every thought. It was absolute bliss, being so thoroughly fucked, his clear lust for her only hightening her senses. She felt on fire, crying out into the night, screaming her husband's name. His length was enough to make her cum, her legs shaking as he continued to pound into her, his grip keeping her upright and in position for his cock.
“That’s right. Let the city see you cumming on my cock. Whore.”
“I’m your whore.” She answered back, gasping as he continued to penetrate deep inside her, her pussy gripping him tight.
How her words did things to him, driving him mad with pride and lust and desporation. His grip on her hips was bruising as he pulled her back, needing to cum, to spill inside her, mark her as his and paint her cunt with his seed. And knowing that she wanted the same, that she reciprocated his need, drove him over the edge.
With a growl, he grabbed her tight, bucking into her so hard she cried out as he emptied all he had into her, body enveloping her as he was overcome by the greatest physical pleasure of his life. Both trembled and shook, though the cold had no hand in it, oblivious to the world as they basked in the purest form of ecstasy. She was here, she was his, he was satisfied. She could hear his panting in her ear, feel his warm breath spill out over her ear and neck, found comfort in the pounding of his heart that beat against her back. This was perfect, this was everything.
Words were caught in her throat, confessions of her heart that her brain feared to admit but were desperate to share. Her mind was wild with pleasure and joy and vulnerability that had her more honest with herself than she ever thought she could be.
Breathing finally steadying, Oda lifted off his wife, exhaling a contented sigh as his arm freed her from their entrapment.
“V!” Her legs gave out as she tried to stand, her husband’s arms saving her from meeting the ground.
“Fuck. You really did a number on me.” Still dazed, V gave no protest as she was scooped up, held aloft in her husband's arms as he looked her over with concern.
“Are you ok?”
“Amazing.” Stealing a lingering kiss, her head found rest on his shoulder, smiling blissfully. “You’re perfect.”
“Perfect? Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” She only offered a hum, enjoying the way his cum dripped from her cunt and his arms held her so seccurly. “You’re a mess.” He chuckled, “Beautiful.”
“You drunk?” She laughed, opening her eyes to admire him in the colorful glow of the holograms. She found his gaze on her, soft and warm, an affectionate smile shaping his lips.
“Says the one that can’t stand.”
“You fucked me too good.” With a giggle, she pushed his hair out of his face, ensuring she had an unhindered view of his expression. “Your beer spilled on me.” Looking down, Oda noted the bottle that now lay on the lawn as well as the stain in her socks.
“We better wash you up then.”
“Hey, wait!” Helpless, V could only squeal as she was carried to the hottub, Oda giving no care for their clothes as he climbed in. “We’re dressed, you gonk!” She was laughing as they both dropped into the tepid waters, clinging to her husband as their clothes became drenched.
“Says the woman that pushed me into the pool in my suit.”
“You jerk!” Her laughter was rawring, filling the night and putting a smile on Oda’s face.
“Just making sure my wife is warm.”
“Don’t act like you were being considerate.”
“You should be thanking me.”
“I’ll thank you for the fuck, but not this.” Despite the playful splash, she accepted his kiss when it was offered, melting into his lips as the contact lingered.
“Are your legs alright?” He asked as he pulled away, rubbing them as he inspected them with concerned eyes.
“Yeah, just a bit shaky.” She assured, enjoying the sensation of her husband’s hand massaging her legs. “Means the sex was great.”
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“I can take a pounding.” She laughed, stretching her legs out while remaining in her husband’s lap, content with her seat. As his hand rested over her stomach, she lay hers over it, gently rubbing in a reassuring contact before noting the ring that still occupied his finger. “You never disappoint.”
“Nor you.” She welcomed his kisses, savoring every little touch he offered.
“Think tomorrow we could try some more of those festival foods?”
“As much as you like. There is more I would like to share with you.”
“I promise I’ll wear underwear tomorrow.” She teased, wiggling her hips against her husband’s lap.
“Don’t.” Startled for a moment, V’s expression soon melted into a sultry grin.
“Wanting me to go commando at the festival. How improper of you.”
“You are a bad influence.”
“The worst.” She giggled, moving to straddle the man, to which he offered no complaint.
“You’ll be the end of me.”
“In all the best ways.” She hummed, silencing him with a kiss as she pressed herself flush against him.
Accepting her distraction, his arms secured around her hips, enjoying the slow, sweet kisses, content to just be with the woman. The night was peaceful, despite the celebrations, the music, the city. He was satisfied, feeling at ease, brought to bliss by his wife’s affectionate kisses and her secure embrace.
“Shit.” Pulling away, V’s glowing yellow eyes accented her look of annoyance, displeased with being interrupted.
“Ignore it.” Oda prompted, pulling her back to him.
“It’s Blue. I told her we’d talk tonight.” With a sigh, V slipped from her husband’s grasp, a look of regret serving as her apology. “I’ll be quick. Promise.”
“Be sure to be.” Pulling her down, he stole one final kiss before letting his wife go. Watching her climb out, leaving a trail of puddles as she scurried back inside and out of the cold.
“Hey, Blue.” Answering the call, V rushed to her room, shivering as the air drained her of her warmth.
“V! Did you get to go to the festival? Did you like it?” The popstar was as spirited as ever, eyes bright as she took in the sight of her friend.
“Yeah. It was great. We are going back tomorrow.”
“Why are you wet?”
“Was in the hottub.” Reaching her room, the merc was quick to strip off her wet clothes, leaving them in piles on the floor.
“You wore clothes?” Blue Moon asked, confused but unbothered by her friend stripping.
“It's a story. I’ll tell you later.”
“Oda?”
“Yeah.” Toweling off, V dug through her dresser in search of her skimpiest bikini, hoping to entice her husband yet again.
“What did he think of the dress?” Blue Moon was so obvious, it made V chuckle.
“He loved it. Couldn’t keep his hands off me.”
“I knew he would like it! You’ll have his heart in no time.” V was stopped in the middle of pulling on her suit, gaze unfocused as she took in her friend's words.
“Blue…” Sighing, V couldn’t bring herself to smile. “You know that’s not happening.”
“Don’t be like that. You two are so cute together. And you said it yourself that you’ve been getting along great lately.”
“He wants Hanako. It’ll never happen as long as she’s around.”
“Why don’t you ask him to choose you?” V couldn’t believe how blatantly her friend said it, as if it was the easiest thing in the world, as if that was something she could just do and not expect it to ruin everything.
“He loves her. He’ll pick her.” V couldn’t keep her bitterness from infecting her voice, yanking on her swimsuit as she glared at herself in her mirror.
“You don’t know that-”
“Yes I do.” V snapped, losing her patience with her friend's optimism. “You don’t hear how he talks about her.”
“V, I love you, but you’re not exactly good at this stuff. And honestly, you don’t see the way he looks at you.” Rolling her eyes, V tried to shrug off her friend's comment, doing her best to harden her heart against the hope her friend was giving her.
“He’ll always pick her.” She muttered, her defense against all disputes. Gaze falling heavy, her eyes found her ring, sitting so beautifully among the pastel pedals. Gently, she picked it up, turning it over in her hands before slipping it on her finger with a bitter smile. “Just… let me enjoy this while it lasts.”
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With a sigh, Oda’s head fell back, staring absentmindedly up at the night sky. A calm enveloped him like a blanket, bringing his heart a peace he hadn’t felt in years. He couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed himself this much, the last time something so little had brought him so much. Smiling, he closed his eyes, remembering his wife’s expression as she had tried the various foods, how she had listened so intently as he shared his countries history with her.
His thoughts were interrupted as his optics were taken up with Hanako’s icon, making him straighten. WIthout hesitation, he answered the call, posture rigid and face etched with concern.
“Hanako-sama. Is something wrong?” Composed, Hanako looked at him with calculating eyes, taking in the sight of him but making no comment.
“Something has come up. I will need your presence at my home tomorrow.”
“Of course, Hanako-sama. Are you safe?”
“I will explain all tomorrow.” She answered dismissively, leaving Oda confused as she ended the call.
“Everything alright?” Pulled from his pondories and worried, Oda’s gaze found his wife, barely covered in her bikini and looking worried.
“Yes.” He assured, not wanting to give her cause to worry. “Everything’s fine.”
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Sitting at her desk, Hanako staired, eyes unfocused, into the emptiness of her office. She was still, calm, till with a great rush of violence and a curse, her golden fist came down hard, cracking her tablet screen as it replayed the drones footage of Oda and V, fucking on their lawn.