Chapter 183 - Poison Ivy Part 9

But, like the problem with Chauncey. Natasha knew she wouldn't be able to inquire about the details.

She doesn't understand it either; why does she keep running away the moment these things happen? The moment she realizes how much they care for her, she tries to escape.

....

Two days later - Wednesday XX Meiji 1895-

Natasha's gaze fell on the man who was with her. Since earlier all, she could do is stare and observe at his unusual behavior. He's been. .strangely gentle with her recently. Perhaps it's just her imagination. But, he isn't as harsh as before.

She shook the thought out of her mind and turned her attention on the news Victor gave her. Setsura went off to the mountains with Akito. Natasha would have gone with her. However, somebody has to stay behind and deal with all the things those two left behind. She didn't want to discard such important jobs, and she's sure Setsura thought the same too. Between her own career and witnessing her work, it turns out that Setsura would rather choose the latter.

"This is good. Thanks for the food," Mori thanked her.

Eh..he's not going to do anything? It's quite strange. Natasha reaches over and touches his forehead with her palm. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"Pff, I'm not that overworked. " Mori chuckled.

"Then why. ."

Mori bends over and pulls her onto his lap, " What is it? You seem oddly worried about something."

"I didn't say that, but your. .."

'Your acting so strange,' Natasha couldn't get these words out though.

"I'm awfully tired, Natasha. Your scent calms me down."

Well, she supposes its fine this way too. Being kissed and touched to the point; she loses consciousness isn't exactly something she dislikes, especially since a lot of stamina is important for her work. However, Natasha reached over to caress his hair. "If your that tired, then maybe you should consider getting more help around here?"

Although he says that there are helpers, she's never actually seen any of them before. He claims that they come over when she's gone, but, if that's the case, how come there's still so much work left over?

"I have relax. Besides, knowing that your working hard is enough to motivate me."

He really is saying such strange things now. How unusual, what changed? Now that she thought about it, Setsura did say to her that things would differ from now on. Did Setsura say something?

"Mori, you--"

"Kiss me. "

"Do I have to?"

"Only if you want."

Why is he letting her decide? Before he would say something like, ' Why do I have to listen to what you say?' Him being so kind to her like this only serves to confuse her even more. If he just wanted someone to sleep with, there's plenty of other girls out there. Why did he choose her? It doesn't make sense at all to her.

....

After a few minutes, Mori drew back, "I'm still full. But you need to eat so. "

"Oh."

As she thought, it isn't her imagination. He really is being genuinely kind to her; she should certainly be more happy about it, and yet it's somewhat strange to her. He's been acting this way since that time. That time, she spoke to Setsura. Mori was out in the hallway, and it seemed like Akito had been in the building for quite some time. .Could it be...?

"What is it?"

Natasha crawls over and dr.a.p.es the sheets over her body in the procedure.  "Did they scold you?"

"Mmm, figured it out?"

"Well, it's odd that you'd be so kind to me."

"That's quite rude," Mori traces his fingers on her lips, "I already told you before. It's not like I never saw you as a woman."

Unlike before, Natasha could detect the seriousness in his tone, as well as his expression. It can't be, because would that not mean that she misunderstood this entire time.

Yes, just like with that person. She can't be wrong. Because -- her thoughts broke of when she felt his fingers on her cheek. Natasha looked at him with a questioning look in her eyes. What is he thinking now? She drew his hand back and quickly left the bed.

'No more, this is too much.' Natasha thought, as she scanned the room for her clothes. She found them and immediately started to put them on. There ought to be a limit to delusions.

"Quit disturbing me. I have to perform later on," Natasha snapped. Mori left the bed, too, and at some point sneaked up behind her.

Although she agreed to it, there are limits.

"I know," anybody who heard Mori's tone would think he genuinely seemed regretful. But, her eyes twitched in annoyance when she felt his lips on her shoulders.

"If you know, shat are you doing now?"

"Giving you hikes."

Natasha sighs deeply,  "That's problematic, at least it ought to be... You must have seen my dress design already." A dress that covers her arms and barely shows her shoulders.

"Mmm, I have. That's exactly why this is okay, isn't it?"

It's somewhat frustrating at times, why she can't seem to refuse this man at all. Natasha turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands slid down her waist. Fast as usual, huh?

A hum of approval crosses his lips, "Natasha...  that's a good girl," Mori mumbled.

"Say, Mori?"

"Hmmm?"

"I heard that Chauncey came back the other day looking spooked out. What did you do?"

Although she didn't see it, her father told her to make up with him. It never occurred to her that her father knew about her little fight with Chauncey.

"Nothing. But if you're so worried about your husband, shouldn't you return home?

"You know I can't."

Besides ... they aren't married yet. She can't go back now. Even if she does want to see him, and wake up in Chauncey's arms. Arms, huh? A sudden thought came to her as she turned to Mori.

"Is your arm--?" she asks. Natasha heard from the others that Mori is dealing with a lot of shady clients lately. While that's not unusual in the business, it still worried her a bit. Why do all the completely unreasonable guys go to him? It made little sense to her whatsoever.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," he says and kisses her again. She reached over to touch the back of his neck. She only touched him a little, but a massive groan escaped his lips as he backed her up against the wall. He pressed his muscular body against hers, and Natasha froze. For a guy who claims everything is troublesome, he sure gets passionate whenever they are like this.

She almost forgot this feeling before. A feeling where one could get lost, where one could lose themselves into...

S.e.x is normal. S.e.x is natural. S.e.x between two consenting parties is good. But Natasha knew she isn't thinking any of that right now. She focused on Mori's lips at her ear, biting, sucking, and kissing along her neck. This feels good, but Natasha wondered why she felt so empty even now. This is good, but isn't something missing?