Leading into nothing

Walking into the living room he admired the way Y/n danced. She just lives in the moment, not a worry in the world. He approached her from behind and tentatively placed his hand on the small of her back. She half turned her head to notice him but didn't stop moving to the music. "Can I please talk to you?" his gritty plea in her ear. She stopped then, facing him, she picked up her shoulders and arms. In a dramatic sigh she dropped her posture and slapped her sides. "Yeah I guess." She pointed her hand outward, "Lead the way."

His nerves were back. He was on edge, worried he wasn't going to be able to word his grievance. Timidly he reached for her hand again. She looked up at him through her lashes, blank stare. Then reached back and interlocked her fingers with him. He led her to the back door and onto the deck.

She let go of his hand and places her arms across her chest. "Alright what do you have to say?" Sanzu froze quick, collecting himself, and coughed. He scratched the back of his neck unsure where to start but the look on Y/n's suggested she was losing patience fast.

"I'm sorry." He stated it loud and clear, searching her face for some sort of acknowledgment. He continued, "I am sorry. I lost my self-control; I just did what I always do with women. You're nothing like that, you're not like any woman I've ever met, or any person I've ever met. I physically and mentally do not know how to deal with that. But I know I did not bring the wrong woman home tonight. I want you here. Here with me. So let me try to make it up to you," he stepped closer to cup her face, "let me try to kiss you." She had been looking up at him the whole time and had let her arms drop during his rant. Now she was tilting up to meet his face. Sanzu slowly leaned in. His lips about to brush hers, he closed his eyes.

"You can start trying but finding me pajamas to change into. I'm sick of being stuck in this outfit."

His eyes snapped open. I should've known it wouldn't be that easy. He couldn't help but snicker. "Yeah, alright let's go back in I got stuff you can throw on."

He opened the back door for her, and she stepped back into the kitchen. Y/n linked eyes with the dark ones owned by the newest addition to tonight's festivities.

"Mikey?"

The kitchen had gone quiet.

"Y/n? Come here! When the hell did you grow up?!"

She skipped further into the kitchen. Y/n and Manjiro shared a deep hug.

"You should be talking Sano, you finally got taller than me."

The executives all shared confused glances. Takeomi looked towards Senju who could only shrug her shoulders. She didn't know what was going on either. They were still embraced as they exchanged the regular: How are you? What's new? What a small world, kind of conversation had when you see someone for the first time in a long time.

She knows Mikey. Mikey knows her. And they're close? They know each other well? Ha. Yeah well if I'm going to lose her to anyone might as well be the King. She's a Queen. Yeah it's alright. If Mikey takes this girl then that's alright with me. I'll get over it. It was fun while it lasted.

Acceptance washed over Haruchiyo. Feeling the confused energy around him Mikey stepped back and spoke up, "I've known Y/n for a long-time guys. Family friends". Relief washed over Haruchiyo. Y/n looked back at him with a beam, then turned back to Sano. "Well catch up later, I gotta change into pajamas."

"Absolutely yeah go get comfy." Mikey patted her shoulder and turned his attention to his advisor.

Y/n grabbed Sanzu's hand leading the way back to his room. Up the stairs. Down the hall. She reached the room first and plopped herself onto the edge of the bed. Haruchiyo made his way over to his closet, but his eyes stayed on her. Self-control, she's going to see if I lose my shit again. Just going to have to show her how in control I can be.

After grabbing a plain white crewneck t-shirt and a pair of boxers he made his way to stand in front of her. He held a stern expression, all business. He threw the clothes next to her, "Stand up." Curiouser and curiouser, she thought to herself and complied. He managed to step even closer to her, they were almost touching but not quite. He reached for the shirt, opened it up, and placed it over her head. Reaching into the sleeves he slowly pulled her arms out. He then completely pulled her into him, going under and up the crew neck. His face serious, tilted towards hers while she looked up at him. He began to remove her top; his long fingers made quick work of it. Finger tips pulled the fabric completely off of her. From the bone just resting under her neck to her tail bone, his pointer finger slipped down her spine. "No bra?"

"Didn't need one with that top."

He just knowing smiled and nodded his head. When she least expected it, he grabbed her waist over the shirt. He picked her up, holy shit he's strong, and plopped her back to the edge of the bed. Looking at her pants and hesitating. How the fuck do you take these off?

She could sense his panic, "Haha, you just loosen up the ties and slide them off." Alright simple enough. Hands slid down to her hips, each side working on the ties that held the pants up. Once they were loose, he put his hand on her chest above her heart and gave a little push. She laid down, letting herself fall to her back. Sanzu hooked his fingers under the fabric, and Y/n raised her hips to help. I'm getting hard, self-control, self-control, I can do this. He made a quick tug at the pants, they barely budged. Another quick tug. "How did you get these fucking things over your ass?" More quick tugs, and the moment had gone from sensual to comical. "Fuck these fucking pants, no one needs these things, I'm burning them." Still tugging it had finally gotten past her bottom. Y/n got up on her elbows, "No way. I love these pants, come on. I have to put them on and off by myself. It's not that hard."

"NOT THAT HARD. Is that a joke?" He had to start stepping backwards with the pants clutched in his fists to get the skintight fabric to slide off her thighs and legs. "That was a workout Y/n. Get rid of these." He tossed the pants at her face when she sat up. He was so focused on her happy face that the intimidation of having her like that in his bed did not hit him until he had the boxers in his hand.

"Stand up again for me." He knelt in front of her, reached up his shirt that was too big on her. What a view. She was looking down at him and he could just take in her whole being. She really is a Queen. Like the chess piece. Powerful, moves around how she pleases, important to the game. He hooked his fingers into her panties. Swallowing hard, he hadn't realized how close he was to drooling like a sucker. He forced the panties to slide down and Y/n stepped out of them. When Sanzu went to reach for her foot, he saw the wet spot staining the intimate cloth. Fuck there goes my dick, self-control self-control. He slid her feet one at a time into the boxers and ran them up her legs. Once they were settled on her hips he stood up. He reached into his pants' pocket and with one hand grabbed down on the boner that was threatening to expose him.

"Ready to join the rest of them?" he tilted his head towards the door. "Yeah, let's go back down." Neither of them moved from where they stood.

Now or never.

With a deep breath, Sanzu Haruchiyo cupped both sides of Y/n's face and pulled her in. Smashing his lips onto hers. He breathed out hard, like all the air in his lungs was knocked out.

Readjusting they slipped in between each other lips becoming something softer, sweeter.

The gentlest kiss Haruchiyo had ever experienced.

For the first time all night his mind was quiet.