She was thankful for the slight break. Too many things rushed through her body at once. It was a prickling pleasure, one so intense that it bordered on uncomfortable. Her skin rose with goosebumps, her heart fluttered. And yet her fingers were clenched hard into her palms and every muscle in her arms flexed.
She liked it, no, loved it. But she was nervous. Every kiss felt like a spark of flint, bright and intense, but was snuffed out immediately by her apprehension.
It all culminated with Dai bashing her in the knees.
It jarred her out of whatever haze she was in, bringing everything into focus.
She was naked.
He was naked.
She looked down along the length of his body, down toward-
...what the heck! Th-that's what it looked like? How did...it was supposed to...I mean, with her and...
She felt her thighs tighten.
"“I want to do this and become one with you, Rika. But I already said I won’t do anything uncomfortable for you. You’re right that we need to figure this out together, so just tell me if this feels…strange, to you. We’ll make this work either way, I promise."
She smiled up at him and pushed him gently to the side until he sat.
"Stay here." Her voice dripped out of her, darker and huskier than she had ever known it. She flitted out of the tent and with nimble steps returned to her belt. She chided herself a moment for even thinking to leave her Nanaya blade sitting lonely in the desert. Every Nanaya who had ever lived would be ashamed.
She collected the weapon and found her tool pouch and brought them back into the tent, where Dai still sat. She tried to not blush, and set herself to work with the tools after tucking the knife beneath her pillow.
No, their pillow.
Rika flipped open the panel to the chakra relay and started making quick adjustments. The strenght enhancers, the flamethrower, the Nanaya blade, the gravity generator; one by one she severed the connections, draining power from them. When she finished she shut the panel again and let Dai move it around.
"There. Everything dangerous is off now. No need to worry, love."
Her smile was warm. There was an odd comfort to sitting there in the tent naked, completely exposed and yet completely content.
Perhaps not completely. She could still see the desire in Dai's eyes. She felt the same desire inside her. But there was too much clouding it, for both of them. He, afraid of hurting her. She, afraid of being hurt.
But that was preposterous. She was a Nanaya! A hunter! She had endured a thousand wounds before and would endure a thousand more to come. Whatever discomfort there was to be had it would be brief and pointless. Nothing would stop her!
But it was still stopping Dai.
What he needed was to be in a frenzy. To attack her like an animal, so lost in his desire that his worries were gone. She just needed to push him.
There was a sudden hollowness in her chest, one that stretched down into the depths of her stomach and she flung herself onto Dai desperately to try and send it away. How was she supposed to drive him into a frenzy? She...she didn't know him! She didn't know what aroused him, what he liked, what he didn't like, where to touch him!
She was his wife! She was supposed to know these things!
Her kisses were so desperate. Tears were squeezing through shut eyelids.
And when he kissed back, she felt herself soothed. He held her, craddled her, rolled her onto her back and shielded her from the world with his body.
She was wrong. She didn't know the facts about him. The details. But anyone could know those details. She hadn't married him because she admired all of those details. She married him because she understood his heart.
Rika knew what to do.
Her legs shot up around Dai's waist and clamp down hard around his hips. With a shove of her back and a twist of her torso, she had flipped them around, pinning Dai to the ground.
Her grin sliced mischeivously in the low light.
"If you want me husband, you'll have to take me."
She slid backward on him slightly, aligning herself with him. Not joining, but gliding across the surface, Rika trying to get used to the intimidating aspect of Dai's body. She saw twitches of pleasure tugging at his face. Rika held her arms above her head and stretched, turning her body into a lean, stretched sculpture.
If Dainichi Kaizoku was inspired by anything, it was competition.