The room was really dark, but the candles were lighting their view. It was still rainy out there, but Seijūrō couldn’t sense the cold at all. Instead he felt like the temperature was being hotter now. It wasn’t like he sensed the hot from the candles, but it came from his own body.
Seijūrō could feel that his heart was beating faster than usual when they finally sat on the edge of the bed. Their bed. He didn’t know why but he could feel the warmth inside him after he accidentally acclaimed about their bed. But it just sent him something odd. Something which was being the reason he couldn’t hold himself to not to make a thin smile.
He tried to look at her right in the eyes. And he saw the fear showed up on them, but he didn’t understand the reason she should fear of him. They had been friends since in Teiko until met again in university. He thought she did think so and she should look at him like she did to her friends. Even now he was her husband now.
Or maybe because tonight is our first?
"Are you afraid?" he asked her and she gasped. Now it was clear enough from her act. Even though she shook her head. Perhaps she still remembered the scene in the wedding. Well, it wasn’t his fault at all. He had been in German for 5 years without knowing about Daiki and Satsuki’s relationship. Besides, why she didn’t tell him and just deal with his proposal? Geez, never mind.
And now, what could he do if she was being honest that nothing was making her scared or annoyed or whatever?
Suddenly he tried to wipe all of their distance and his eyes never left hers until he saw both her eyes were closed. Well actually he admired her magenta’s eyes so she didn’t need to hide them from him. But then he followed her as his lips met hers. And she felt… damn! She felt so damn good on his lips. It was his first time actually—he doubt if it was so for herself—but he could feel like she was the best kisser he ever kissed. It felt so soft and sweet at the same time, he couldn’t say anything unless enjoying every movement of their lips.
It was like he forgot everything even about their scenario, but he couldn’t hold on anymore because he suddenly pushed her body until he was over her now. Their movement was going rough but full of passion. It just sent him warmness inside his chest and he loved it so much, no idea about the reason seriously. And at that time, when she moaned with her lovely voice, Seijūrō knew that he felt happy.
“Dai-chan…”
He stopped and so did she. He stared at her intently while Satsuki avoided his gaze to another view. She did know she just made a mistake. What a stupid, how could she call another man’s name?!
Suddenly, Seijūrō stood up from her body and then walked away toward the door.
"Where are you going?" she couldn’t hold on to not to ask him.
He stopped in front of the door without even looking at her. So, Satsuki still faced his back.
"My room."
"What? What do you mean? Don’t you sleep here?"
Now he turned around and facing her. “It’s your room. Mine is beside yours. I will not sleep here with you, moreover we are alone tonight. So nobody will care if we sleep in the different rooms.”
"But… I think you want a successor immediately so you can take your father’s place soon, right?" she asked him again.
"I do. But I won’t do a first night thing. It’s just for a lovey-dovey couple and it’s very clear that we are not them. We can do it next time. So, good night,” he said as he turned his back again.
"Wait," she stopped him again, "Are you… are you angry because I—"
"No," he interrupted her, "Satsuki, you can still continue your relationship with Daiki as you want. But you have to know your place as my wife, never shaming Akashi’s name. It’s better if you are backstreet with him. I know you love him so much, and if so just do it. I don’t give a damn, just consider it as my apologize to ruin your wedding with Daiki."
And he closed the door, left her alone with a guilty. Of course she wasn’t really sure if he was really okay with it.