AN: Next to last chapter, okay? Then an epilogue...And this is basically all smut😉💦

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Tokyo was a snowy, drizzly mess, freezing cold and gray when Nick and Sumire arrived in mid-January. Even though Shikoku had been cold and blanketed with snow, it had been just rural enough to be pretty and picturesque.

"Well, I guess I won't be going back to visit my dad before we leave," Sumire said, looking out the window of their hotel at the low hanging clouds and drab wetness that covered everything.

"No, we can go," Nick told her. "This doesn't matter, we'll be in the car, anyway, why should we care?"

He hugged her from behind, kissing the top of her head. "Who knows when you'll be back? I don't want you to miss out on one last visit to his grave."

But Sumire shook her head. "I don't want to go," she said. "I don't want to see the cemetery like this. I want to remember it the way it was when we went before, with the sun and the heat and the koi pond and the chrysanthemums."

"You sure?"

She nodded.

"Okay, then, I guess all we need to do is eat, sleep and go," Nick said.

"I guess so," Sumire agreed.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"I heard something in your voice."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, something funny, something--different."

Sumire turned in Nick's arms so she was facing him. She shrugged, such a Sumire and feminine gesture that tickled Nick and made him hug her and lift her from the floor.

"I just have a little surprise for you," she finally admitted.

"Really?"

She nodded.

"Where and when did you get it? I mean, we've been together pretty much non-stop for the last five months."

But Sumire shook her head. "Nope. No hints. I'll give it to you right before bed, okay? So let's go get dinner, then come back and shower and watch a movie or whatever, then surprise, then bed."

And no matter how much Nick bugged her, no matter how he teased or threatened her during dinner upstairs in the hotel's very nice restaurant, she wouldn't budge or give any hints, so he finally gave up.

They returned to their suite to shower and watch a movie before bed, and as usual, Nick was finished way before Sumire, so he sat on the couch to wait for her, wondering what his surprise was.

He happened to be looking at his phone when her bathroom door opened, and he heard the light click off. He started to rise as he put his phone away.

"Hey, is my surprise some kind of food?" he asked. "Because I'll be honest with you, I ate way too much at dinner, and I might actually barf if you try to feed me anything else--"

He looked up and whatever else he was going to say died in his throat.

"It's not food."

Sumire spoke as she approached him, wearing a black thing he'd never seen before. It was a black lace nightie with matching undies, probably considered sedate or maybe even modest by some standards, but Sumire felt like she was more than naked as she walked toward Nick in it.

It was a straight A-line, with no breast cups to speak of, though it was snug enough that her nipples caught the material and it pulled taut in diagonal lines across her hips when she walked. It was also sheer enough that her undies and the shape of her could be seen though it.

"Shit," Nick breathed, sinking back down on the couch.

It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Technically, this isn't the present," Sumire said in her quiet voice. She dropped to her knees between Nick's legs, smiling at him. "I'm going to, um, do you an oral favor now, Nick-san, though that isn't the present either, okay?"

Nick's eyebrows were so high they were in danger of disappearing into his hairline. "Jesus, Mimi-chan, what's the present?"

"Me," she said simply. "The new me, that you helped create. I mean, I did most of the work, but you certainly assisted, and I'm willing to give credit where credit is due."

She leaned in to kiss him, and he leaned forward, meeting her halfway. Their mouths locked with heat, with force, and Nick groaned. He could actually feel the blood pounding as it left his brain and drained to his groin, making him hard as a rock in about twenty seconds flat.

Jesus.

As they kissed, Sumire pulled his pajama bottoms off him. Nick lifted his hips to make things easier, and she didn't need to be told to be careful as she carefully eased the elastic over his already throbbing erection.

"Wait--wait," Nick murmured against her mouth.

"What?"

"You know you don't have to do this? You don't ever have to do this?"

Sumire nodded. "I never thought I'd want to, but I really do, really."

Nick grinned and kissed her. "Ahh, thank Christ, because I do love me a good blow job."

Sumire smiled. "I never said it would be good. Though I have been practicing."

"What? Where?"

"Shh." She pushed him back, putting her palm against his bare chest.

She grasped him, slim fingers gripping him firmly. She hovered above him, then bent forward, kissing his chest as she moved down, kissing his thighs. Just this was enough to get him throbbing in her hand.

Oh, fuck.

She licked the insides of his thighs where they met his body, then gently sucked on his testicles, and for Nick, who thought Sumire had the prettiest mouth he'd ever seen, just imagining how she looked was making him crazy. When he eventually thought to open his eyes and look down at her actually doing it, he thought his head might explode.

"Mmmm," she moaned, her voice soft as she continued to rub him.

"God, I might go off before you get me in your mouth," Nick groaned, sliding his fingers into her glorious hair.

She shook her head slightly as she slanted her eyes up at him, raising an eyebrow.

She slid her thumb across the tip of him, spreading his prerelease evenly around to lubricate him, and finally, finally, she put her mouth on him.

Ahh.

First she worked just on the tip, sliding her tongue all around while she exerted slight suction. She let her spit slide down so she could work the shaft with her hand as she did this, speeding up and slowing down in rhythm with Nick's breathing, bringing him to the edge and then backing off so she could do it again.

Little by little she took more and more of him in her mouth, making the suction stronger, using her other hand to cup his testicles.

"Jesus, baby, could you--could you take a little more of me?" Nick gasped.

Sumire nodded and went down further, then put her hand on top of Nick's, the one that was by now tangled in her hair, and pushed.

Show me how far.

So Nick pressed, trying to be careful, trying not to make her gag, not wanting to go to far but wanting more.

He felt himself hit the back of her throat without causing her to convulse, and stopped, his breathing heavy as he fought for control.

"Feels so good, so good," he told her.

She looked up, making eye contact, and he could tell, even with her lips stretched to accommodate him, that she was smiling her little smile at him.

Sumire put one hand between her legs, then reached up to Nick's mouth with it. He could smell her wonderful release on her fingers, and he took her fingers in his mouth, sucking fiercely, so turned on he thought he was going to lose consciousness.

Normally Nick had about five seconds between knowing when he was going to come and actually orgasming; the so called "point of no return." Tonight, though, he passed that point a good fifteen seconds before he climaxed, giving Sumire plenty of warning.

"Baby, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so fucking hard, ohmygod," Nick groaned, trying to pull her up off her knees by grasping her hand and pulling on her.

Sumire shook her head as best she could and remained where she was.

"You--you want--in your mouth?" Nick gasped.

After that, he was beyond speech, beyond all rational thought, beyond anything, as his orgasm overtook him, and he began to come. He could feel it from deep in his belly, something he'd never felt before, and it came roaring like a freight train, going on and on and on. He untwisted his fingers from Sumire's hair at the last minute because he didn't want to hurt her; as it was, he thrust into her mouth so hard and pushed her head back so far that they both heard the bones in her spine pop.

She could feel him in her mouth, thick ropes of hot, viscous liquid, like nothing she'd ever had in her mouth before. She'd been prepared for this, however, and kept her mouth on him until he was finished, then swallowed everything he'd given her in one giant gulp.

After she finally pulled off him, Nick handed her his pajama bottoms, helping her wipe her mouth and clean up, watching her carefully the whole time.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried eyes on her face.

"Yes." She nodded. "Yes," she repeated. "Why? Did I do something wrong? Do I look funny?"

Nick started laughing. "No, you look incredibly sexy and beautiful, but I've never come so hard in my life, anywhere, especially in someone's mouth, so I was worried that I hurt you, or that I broke your neck or something. That was a hell of a pop!"

"It was," Sumire agreed with a smile, feeling her neck. "But I'm fine. And I guess I did a good job, then, hunh?"

"I guess you did," Nick said with a smile of his own.

He leaned in and kissed Sumire, putting both arms around her and pulling her close. "And I can honestly say that you are the best present I've ever gotten in my life, bar none, Mimi-chan." He kissed her again, then pulled the strap of her nightie down so he could kiss her shoulder. "Bar none," he repeated for emphasis.

"And now it's your turn," he murmured, moving his lips to her breast, loving the feel of her nipple hardening against his lips as he licked and sucked on it.

Sumire tipped her head back as she sat in his lap. "I love when you don't shave," she gasped.

"Yeah?" he rubbed his stubbly jaw against her breast, making her shiver with pleasure as she nodded.

Incredibly, he felt himself starting to get hard again.

Sumire laughed softly as she felt it too.

"So let's take care of you," Nick said, sticking his thumbs under the band of her undies where they lay on her hips. "Which do you want, mouth or fingers? He sucked on her other breast. "Or the special deluxe combo deal?"

"Actually, you don't have to take these off," Sumire told him. "They're crotchless."

"What?"

Nick's mind was blown for the second or third time that night.

"I have to see, please," he requested, putting his hands on Sumire's waist and standing her up in front of him.

She obliged by putting one foot up on the arm of the couch and showing herself to him.

"Oh my god," Nick breathed.

He could see her lady parts on full display, how wet she was for him already, how engorged and how ready for sex.

"Fuck me, Nick."

And for the second time in thirty minutes, Nick was hard as granite and ready to go. Without another word he put his hands on her waist and lifted her onto himself, lowering her down to cover him completely.

They both let out sighs of complete and utter happiness as they kissed, beginning their syncopated, rhythmic movements.

This was the best of it for them. There was no screaming, no pounding, just a quiet shredding of defenses, of everything unwound, until nothing was left in the world but her body and his, their heartbeats, their souls, coming together.

"I love you, Nick."

"I love you more, Mimi-chan. Forever."

An hour later they were in bed, wrapped up together, smiling as they slept. The rain pounded on the windows in sheets, but they didn't hear any of it.