Title: A Brief Encounter
Series: Fushigi Yuugi
Rating: R

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Authors Ravings:
Okay, I'll admit it - I have an over-active imagination!  Unfortunately 
(or fortunately, depending on how you see it ^.~!), my writing skills are 
not at the same level as my imagination.  It's shorter than my usual 
offerings, but it was just a small idea.  All C&C (and rotten vegetables!) 
can be sent to (Drumroll please - My new Addy):
out_there@lovemail.com

Annie!
(And I still think Hotohori and Nuriko would have made a great couple!)

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A Brief Encounter

I run my hand along the ivory planes of his back, slowly dancing upon the 
ridges of spine until he gasps my name.  I show him mercy and close the 
distance between our unadorned forms.  His warm breath flows over my skin, 
his dark hair brushing against me as he kisses my neck.  He clings to me, 
slim delicate fingers digging into flesh, demanding I stay and pleading 
for more.
I press him against the silken sheets, forcing his shapely shoulders down.  
It was so delightful to overpower him with a gentle entreaty.  Kneeling 
over him, I brush my lips against his as I sway above him, allowing our 
bodies to touch and do no more than tease.  His arms wrap around my waist, 
attempting to pull me to him.  I consent to his whim and relish lying upon 
the perfectly formed physique that has driven me to distraction so often.


I run my hands along his body as if trying to memorise every curve and 
angle.  My fingertips trace trails I know well and feel my Emperor tremble 
against me.


He groans.  He gasps.  He writhes and squirms on the bed; his head thrown 
back, his lips parted, his fingers clawing the mattress and twisting the 
sheets.  His teeth clenched as he pants.  I feel the tension building 
within him, his muscles tensing against the inevitable.  He bites his 
hand, as if attempting not to cry out.  But I know my Emperor well.


His breath becomes shallow as he comes closer to climax.  I hear him, 
panting, gasping a word, crying out as if he could not contain his outcry 
any longer.  The same word he always groans as he reaches ecstasy.
The same outburst he always cries.
"Nuriko!"

He lies asleep beside me.  I absently brush a damp strand of hair away 
from his face.  I am very happy in my new life and find my thoughts 
dwelling on my new husband.  I was surprised when I was suddenly asked for 
my hand in marriage, I had barely moved to the palace.  I find my new 
husband, my Emperor, to be a gentle and caring man, as kind a man as I 
could ever hope to marry.  Yet, I wonder at this 'Nuriko'.

My Emperor has never spoken of her.  He has never mentioned a past love, 
only that he felt strongly for the Suzaku No Miko but he assured me that 
it was only a passing infatuation.  He said that I was the only woman 
within his heart, and I believed him implicitly.  Still, I wonder at this 
'Nuriko'.
I lean over him, lightly kissing his forehead.  I do care for my new 
husband and there is no need for me to wonder at his actions.  What is it 
to me if he cries out the name of another?  I am the one he chose to share 
his bed, and the one that he chose to share his life.  No matter what he 
cries out, it is still me that he married, not this 'Nuriko'.  If she had 
been important, he would have married her.  But he married me, Houki - 
Empress Houki now.
I lie against his chest and hold my Emperor, my husband.  As I fall 
asleep, I feel his arms wrap around me and grasp me close as his drowsy 
voice, muffled by sleep, complacently whispers.

"Nuriko."


THE END

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That's it.  I don't own Fushigi Yuugi or any of the characters but they 
are on my Christmas list!