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Saito the Orc (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-11-09 21:01:00 +0000 UTCYour marriage was an arranged one, and it was not a moment you were looking forward to. You had never met your future husband before the ceremony, and during the entire thing you were shaking like a leaf. Your parents had decided on this union almost at the spur of the moment. He was wealthy and came from a good family name, much like you yourself. The only thing that set him apart was the fact he was an accomplished warrior and had become a hero to Shimokobe. Your parents wanted nothing more than to be attached to that legacy.
The ceremony was terrifying for you, even though you were wearing the most beautiful dress that money could buy. Everything about the ceremony was exactly how you dreamed it as a child. Everything, except the groom. Saito was a massive and powerful man, you had always pictured yourself with someone who was an artist or writer. You were always so small in size, you had imagined yourself with someone elegant and thin. Saito was an orc, but even still, he looked to be the biggest out of his whole family.
If there was one thing about Saito that started to endear him towards you, it was that he would not touch you until you were ready. Your wedding night ended with both of you sleeping in separate rooms, which for the time was a relief. Once you moved into his home though, the worry that you’d not consummated your union crept in with every breath.
“It’s like dressing a doll, you’re so tiny.” Ichika was one of Saito’s sisters, all three of whom had taken you in like one of their own. Ichika helped you get dressed in the mornings while the others helped get food ready.
“That’s so embarrassing,” you murmured.
“Nothing wrong with that.” She smoothed down your skirt then smiled at you. “Being small and cute can be a good defense.”
I pouted, I felt more like a defenseless kitten. All this family seemed to talk about was defense, offense, battle, and war. Saito had a dojo on the grounds, and lots of eager young students who also lived in the home. Each morning they filed into the dining room for breakfast then went out into the courtyard to practice while Saito meditated inside.
“One of these days, you and Saito will have a little one learning to take up the family style,” Ichika sighed dreamily.
You watched the young students with a heavy knot in your stomach. You’d been married to Saito all this time, and still you had not been together as husband and wife should. You looked down, ashamed at your own fear and hesitance.
In the dining room Kaori and Natsuki were setting out breakfast for the family. You took a seat while Ichika poured you tea.
“Did you sleep well?” Kaori asked. She was the youngest and had taken a great liking to you.
You smiled at her. “I did, I hope you slept well too, sister.”
Kaori beamed from ear to ear, her small tusks appearing bigger. “I did! Thank you.”
Picking up your cup you inhaled, taking in the rich aroma of the tea. Then beside you, Saito’s great form appeared. He sat down beside you, bowing his head as Natsuki placed his tea before him.
“Good morning, dear brother,” the sisters all chimed.
“Good morning, sisters.” Saito looked down at you. “And to you, my bride.”
Your stomach lurched, curling into knots and stones. “Good morning,” you said as quietly as a mouse.
Saito’s long hair was down, and it was truly a marvel to behold. He never cut it, never let anyone else touch it. He claimed that cutting his hair would diminish his power, so he’d kept it long and growing since he was a young boy.
His eyes appeared golden that morning. Usually, they were like dark amber, but there was a light from within today. “You were up before me again this morning. I never even heard you move.”
“I didn’t wish to disturb you. You looked so peaceful and sweet.” He took his tea and drank slowly.
Weren’t sure what else you could say to him. You were afraid of making yourself appear foolish in front of him. He was strict with his students and expected things to go a certain way. You didn’t want to hinder his path. Although, you didn’t know what he expected from you yet.
“Can’t you have Oda take care of the class today?” Ichika spoke up as she took a seat at the table. “You’ve barely spent any time with your bride since you got married.”
Saito flinched beside you. “It is my responsibility to teach these children.”
“Doesn’t Oda also have a responsibility?” Natsuki challenged from her seat as well. Oda was her betrothed.
Saito narrowed his eyes upon her. “Oda is still learning as well.”
Natsuki rolled her eyes and turned away from him.
Saito sighed, giving into his sisters’ stares. “Unless there is something you wish of me, my bride.”
“I was wanting to go and see if there was any mail in,” you spoke softly. “But I can find someone to take me if you don’t wish to leave your students.” Your heart was racing. You didn’t want to inconvenience him at all. After all, he was the hero here.
For a moment, Saito was quiet. He contemplated your request while taking a sip of tea then a bite of his breakfast. “I am expecting word from a friend of mine. Perhaps we can go after morning practice.”
You looked up at him with a soft smile. “Thank you, I would prefer to go with you.”
There came a softness to his gaze, but his body became more rigid than before. He nodded, then continued to eat his breakfast in silence.
Afterwards, you helped Kaori with her studies. She was preparing for a trip to the Polar where she would be furthering her education into becoming a diplomat, much like her mother. You were helping her study the language, as you and your father were both translators.
“It must be nice to know so many languages,” Kaori sighed over her lessons.
You smiled. “It comes in handy.”
“How did you learn?” Kaori asked.
“My father started teaching me after I was born. He felt that children came ino language naturally the younger they were. But I think anyone can learn with enough patience and practice. Much like how your brother teaches his students in the same way.”
Kaori pouted as she stared into her book. “Do you like my brother?”
A cold chill ran down your spine. “What makes you ask that?”
She tilted her head down further. “I was wondering is all. You seemed scared this morning when you asked him to take you to the post office.”
You sighed and placed your hands into your lap. “I’m not familiar with him yet. And to be honest, I’m an anxious person.”
“But do you like him?” Kaori pressed.
You held your breath as you pondered this. “I like his hair,” you answered. You were grateful when Ichika came into the room.
“Saito has asked for you,” she says. “He’s in his chambers.”
Your stomach turned. “Is everything alright?” You asked.
Ichika sighed. “He’s gone and hurt himself. But I suspect he’s going to ask you to get ready for your trip.”
“He’s hurt?” Kaori leapt up from her seat.
“It’s fine, he’s more annoyed that he did it to himself,” Ichika scoffed. You left the room, going down the long corridors until you reached Saito’s room. You rapt your knuckles against the door. “Ichika said you asked for me?”
“Come in.” He sounded irritated.
You slid open the door and stepped inside. He was sitting across from the fireplace, his robe pulled off his top half. You swallowed hard and approached cautiously.
“Are you alright?” You asked.
Saito didn’t lift his head as you approached. You gazed down at his back, which was massive and muscular. There were scars that stretched from his shoulder and down below his waist. It was frightening to think how badly those wounds must have hurt him.
“Only my pride is wounded,” he growled.
You knelt down beside him. “What happened?”
Saito had his arm in his hand, which was full of blood. You gasped in alarm, quickly covering your mouth with your hand to cover the shock. “You’re hurt!”
He jerked his arm away. “I need you to fetch me some clean clothes. I’ll tend to this so we can go out.”
You inched in closer to him. “But you’re hurt!” You placed your hands upon his bicep. “Do i need to call a doctor?”
Saito looked down at you, his brow pinched and mouth set into a firm, immovable frown. His eyes focused on your small hands upon his large bicep. “It’s cold out, make sure you get yourself a coat.”
You stared at him in disbelief. “Your arm-”
“It will heal!” he huffed. “Please, ignore it. Let me escape with some dignity.”
You smoothed your palm down his arm to his elbow. “At least let me tend to it.” You felt him shiver under your touch. Looking up, you saw his cheeks had turned a shade darker than before. “Please?”
“Do not look at me with such pleading eyes,” he growled. “If it will stop that gaze, then fine!” He turned his head away.
You fetched some cool water and bandages, as well as some ointment you used when you pricked your fingers while sewing. You gently tended to his arm, seeing there was a shallow but sharp cut along the back of his forearm. You were silent as you tended to him, allowing him his dignity rather than prying into what happened. Once it was bandaged, you placed a small kiss on the back of his hand. He flinched then let a low growl escape his throat.
“Does that feel better?”
Saito held his arm to his chest. “Thank you, my bride.”
You smiled, but your eyes focused on his bare chest. There was sparse hair there, and he had bigger boobs than you did. You dipped your head down as your face began to feel hot.
“I’ll need to change before we leave.”
“Do you still want to go?” You asked. “Like you said, it is getting colder out and you’re hurt.”
“I’m fine,” he huffed. “I have suffered worse than this and still been able to carry men upon my back. Go fetch me some clothes and we can go together.”
You went to fetch his things, but when you returned, he was standing naked in his room. Your whole body surged in heat and embarrassment. You kept your eyes down as you handed him his clothes.
“Have you never seen a man before?” Saito asked as he dressed.
You felt ashamed. “You took me by surprise.”
“Forgive me.” Saito shrugged on the first layer of his clothing. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“It’s not that,” you breathed.
“This body is yours after all,” Saito said gently. “I do not mind if you look at it.” He then cleared his throat, sounding just as nervous as you felt. “I want you to know that.”
You touched your cheek, feeling how warm it was. He was your husband, but you wouldn’t know what to do with it. The most you had done was kiss another man once before. You had never, even in your wildest dreams, imagained a body much like Saito’s.
The conversation ended there. The two of you went into town to check the mail, and while there Saito’s sisters had asked him to run a few errands for them. Everywhere you went, Saito was held in such reverence by the people. They approached both of you, congratulating the marriage, as well as thanking Saito for his service.
“It’s because of you our son was able to return home safe,” one woman started crying on Saito. You watched her as she held Saito’s hand, she was trembling, but Saito wasn’t moving.
“Your son’s own strength brought him home, you do not need to thank me for that.” Saito told her.
This kept happening, no matter where you went, someone came up and thanked Saito for what he had done.
“You really are remarkable,” you thought you said this uiet, but he still heard you.
“I did what I had to do. It is the responsibility of the strong to protect those who cannot stand up for themselves. I would gladly do it again. That does not make me remarkable,” he grumbled. All of a sudden, he was acting shy.
He was modest and humble, that you knew right away. But this sudden shy act surprised you. You stood close to him, due to the chill in the air, and took hold of his arm. “Well, for someone who can’t stand up for themself, it is remarkable.”
Saito cleared his throat and turned his head away, but he moved so you didn’t have to reach far for his arm.
It started snowing while you were in town, and the chill in the air was becoming much sharper and cutting to your bones. You stayed close to Saito’s, even at one point clinging to his side.
“You’re shivering,” Saito replied. “We should go home.”
You shook your head. “We haven’t finished your sister’s errands though.”
“They can wait.” He then shocked you by picking you up off the ground. He held you in his arms where it felt warm and snug. “We’re going home so you don’t freeze.”
You were too stunned to say anything, instead you held him as he carried you back to the carriage. Unfortunately, the snow had gotten thick, and the passage home had become too dangerous to pass through so late. The two of you got a room at an inn for the night.
The room you were given was much smaller than any back at Saito’s place. But it was warm, and that’s what mattered. Outside the snow was continuing to fall, coating everything in a cast of white. You stepped away from the window and turned to look at Saito by the fire where he was drinking.
You took a seat beside him. “How is your arm?”
“I hadn’t thought about it once until now.” He grumbled. He lifted his sleeve to the bandage which had stained through a bit. You took his arm, smoothing your palms over the bandage. You felt that shiver creep through him again and you glanced up to his face. His eyes were averted, but his cheeks looked dark.
“Does it hurt?” You gently kneaded his wrist, slowly moving to his palm and fingers.
His brow pinched. “No. What are you doing?”
The stones in your belly turned to nervous butterflies. “I used to massage my father’s hands. I thought you might like it. I can stop if-”
“No. It’s fine.” He tilted his head down. “It’s pleasant.” He took another drink.
“What are you drinking?” You asked.
“Plum wine,” He offered the cup. “Would you like some?”
You took hold of the small cup and smiled. Taking a sip, you chest felt instantly warmed. “It’s strong! My mother would approve.”
Saito chuckled. “Would you like more?”
“Perhaps when I have eaten.” You take his other hand and massage it as well. “How did you get hurt?”
Saito scoffed. “I made a foolish mistake. It is my own fault that I got hurt.”
You looked up into his eyes as you continued kneading his hand. “We all make those mistakes. There is nothing wrong with it.”
“But it was in front of my own students,” he grumbled.
“It’s still a lesson for them,” you said softly. “It makes them realize that even you, their master, are still growing and still improving. It makes the goal you’ve set for them seem obtainable.”
He pouted as he looked down. “A lesson huh?”
Saito’s palm is rough and calloused from his sword. They feel so hard, so strong. You begin to imagine what they’d feel like upon your skin and you have to take a breath.
Saito takes your hand, gently holding it as he gazes over it. He then looks into your eyes, and for a moment, you hold your breath. “It’s so small.”
It had been a concern that he didn’t find you attractive at all. You were so small compared to him. You had worried you weren’t womanly enough for him, and perhaps that was why you two hadn’t consummated yet.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Your heart leapt into your chest. “What?”
Saito kissed your knuckles. “You’re so small, I worry that I’ll hurt you.” Your fingers brushed against his lips as well as his great tusks.
Your throat became dry and you tried to swallow. “You are worried?” You were in disbelief.
Saito sighed, taking another drink of the plum wine and refilling his glass. “I have trained all my life to be strong, to be able to handle anyone who stood in my way. It did not matter their size, I could fight them all. But I do not know how to approach you.”
This was still hard to take in. As much as you had worried, he had been feeling the same way. There was just no way!
“But I want to,” he murmured over his glass before taking another drink.
Your heart fluttered. “You do?”
Saito sighed heavily. “On our wedding day I was terrified. I saw you beside me, like this perfect little doll, and I feared I would ruin it.”
You placed your hand upon his knee. “But I am not a doll. I am flesh, and blood, and I am sure you know how to handle such things.”
Saito scoffed. “Flesh and blood, I have seen too much of both in the world. So much blood-” His voice drifted.
“I must confess,” you chirped, “I was nervous too. Terrified, like you. But I feared I was not enough for you. Since I am so small, and you are so big. So loved. You’re a hero and I am just-”
Saito’s eyes cut down to you. “Just what?”
“Small,” you murmured.
Saito drank another cup and he took hold of your hand, squeezing it tight. “Some of my most dangerous adversaries were small. Do not underestimate yourself, my bride.” He gave you a smile then moved his hand upon your cheek. “I know firsthand how that can be an advantage.”
You were breathless from his touch. “How?”
“In many ways.” His fingers brushed against your lips. “You can hide much better, sneak around much quieter. You could ambush or surprise someone quite easily.” His eyes became focused on your lips. “Your beauty can be used as well.”
You swallowed and caught your breath. “How so?”
“You could easily steal a kiss,” he murmured. “Like this.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. A soft moan escaped your mouth but you melted into his touch. When he pulled away, you were breathless and warm all over.
“I see.” You touched your fingertips to your lips. “Uhm-” Your mind was drifting far away, but Saito was inching ever closer. His lips pressed to your neck and his hand went around your waist.
“Saito-” You whimpered. You were in his lap now, being held and devoured by him. He pulled down your dress kissing and nibbling your shoulder. It felt so nice, but strange as well. “Wait, please-” You finally managed to speak out. His lips lingered on your bare shoulder before he pulled away.
“Sorry,” he gasped. “So sorry I-”
You shook your head. “Can we go slow?” You stomach was flopping around inside. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Where are my manners?” Saito kissed you again then scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to bed laying you down as gently as he could. He stood back, stripping away his clothes. “Give me a moment, my bride. A moment is all I need.” He kneeled down upon the edge of the bed, taking hold of your ankles. He smoothed his great palms up under your skirt, his eyes focused upon yours the entire time.
Your heart was pounding, his touch was gentle, his palms rough. “What are you going to do?”
“Something any good husband should be willing to do.” He knelt down, kissing your leg, exposing it to the air. His tongue darted along your sin, making you shiver. He spread your thighs, kneeling down lower to kiss them and place his head between them. You felt him grow closer and closer to that delicate place. Your belly swam on a sea of nerves and excitement. You reached down, taking hold of his hair in your hand, gently tugging on the root, and Saito moaned against your thigh.
“Easy now,” he growled. His lips then found purchase upon your mound. You flinched, his tongue gilded over the folds. “It’s lovely.”
You tried to say something but he stole your breath with another deep kiss. His tongue lapped between the folds, finding where you were most sensitive. Your fingers coiled harder into his hair, pulling tightly, making him moan against you. His tongue lapped again, making you breathless. His fingers soon joined, teasing and tracing you, making you weaker and more aroused.
Saito lifted his head, gazing up hungrily at you. “I’m going to do more. Is that okay?”
You shivered, barely able to speak but you nodded. He lowered back down, returning to his work. His lips circled that sensitive bud while his finger slipped inside. It felt strange but also strangely pleasant. His kisses aroused you while his finger worked to heighten the elation. Your toes curled, your back arched. It was such a rush of desire and emotions you felt as though you were levitating.
You woke in the morning with Saito sleeping on your belly. Your body felt somehow new, your legs still didn’t feel quite right. You moaned softly, remembering how Saito had brought you to a peak of ecstasy you’d thought was only possible in stories. You reached down, stroking your fingers through his long hair while he slept. He began to stir, his shoulders twitched and his eyes looked up at you.
In silence you both sat up, sitting across from each other. You breathed, wanting this man before you. You slowly removed your clothing, letting it fall from your shoulders while his gaze never faltered. You moved closer, placing your hands upon his chest.
“Good morning, my husband,” you whispered.
Saito chuckled. He captured a hand and kissed the palm lovingly. “I should be terrified right now.”
You kissed his neck, feeling him tremble. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him down so your small chest pressed against his large one. You kissed him, feeling the urgency grow better the two of you.
“Was last night a dream?” You whispered.
“Perhaps I drank too much, but no, I don’t think so.” His hands slipped down your body. “I remember you very vividly.”
You bit back your smile. “I’ve never felt like that before.”
Saito lowered himself down, breathing against your skin. “I can do it again. And again. And again.”
You shivered and gently pushed him back and looked into his eyes. “I don’t know if I could withstand so much.”
His smile grew. “Maybe not now. But over time, I can see you becoming very strong.” He kissed your cheek. “Formidable even.” He pressed you down into the bed, covering you with his strong, large body. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight as his kisses covered your skin. His fingers started teasing you, awakening the same desire from last night.
The morning was short lived though, as you did have to return home quickly. The rest of the day though, your mind was filled with Saito. His touch, his voice, they all came to haunt you as you tried to go about your day. Saito was tending to his students. The reason you had rushed getting back was that he was worried about them and the cold. He hadn’t been prepared for the snow to come like it did.
That evening though, when he usually would meditate before bed, he came to bed early. You were brushing your hair as he walked into the room. You smiled at him, then turned shyly back to the mirror.
“Would you mind brushing mine as well?” Saito voice sent chills down your spine. You looked back up at him as he took down his hair, letting it flow freely around his shoulders.
“Come sit.” You patted the floor and stood as he took the seat. You happily brushed his hair, thinking you wouldn’t be allowed. “Your hair really is beautiful.”
“Do you think so?” Saito swallowed. “Good, I’m glad.”
You bit your lip, another daring question came to your mind. “Should I braid it for you as well?”
Saito glanced over his shoulder at you. “I would greatly enjoy that.”
You combed your fingers through his hair to seperate it, purposefully stroking the nape of his neck. This made him take a sharp breath, then groaned low as you began to braid.
“I hope I did not disappoint you this morning,” he murmured.
You placed your hands upon his shoulders. “I understand why we had to leave. It didn’t bother me at all.”
Saito took your hand again. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to continue.”
Your chest fluttered. “I would be a fool to turn you away.” You went and sat before him, placing your hands upon his lap. “I only hope I can satisfy you, dear husband.”
His tongue licked up his tusk and he growled. “I just worry I will hurt you.”
That was a concern for you too. He was so big, and he was big everywhere. You were sure his...manhood was just as big as the rest of him. But, after last night and that morning, you wanted to repay his affection somehow. “If we take our time I’m sure it will be fine.”
Saito glanced away with a stern set to his brow. He then took a breath and nodded. “You tell me stop, and I will stop. If I hurt you, I’m not sure I could stand myself.”
You placed a finger upon his lips. “All I know is I want to try. I know you will not willfully try to hurt me.” You then opened up your robe, showing him your bare skin, your small chest. His eyes lingered there, focusing on your nipples. His fingers brushed against them, making them stiff at the slightest touch.
You moved in closer, placing yourself between his legs. Your hands trembled as you moved to touch him. You had only dreamt of such things, you weren’t sure you would be able to please him properly.
“I want to touch you,” your voice quivered. “But will you place my hand upon it?”
Saito nodded, taking your hand and moving it under his robe. He pressed your palm upon something warm and thick. He moaned softly as your fingers squeezed. You closed your eyes, trying to picture in your mind's eye what it could look like.
“It’s yours,” he whispered into your ear. “You can do with it as you wish.” His free hand rested upon the small of your back. “My body is yours. To protect you, to comfort you, to please you. Command me and I’ll move it.”
You opened your eyes to look up at him. “Saito-” You had never felt so assured before and so at ease with someone. His words felt so sweet in your ears. “Muh-me too.” You wished you could have been as eloquent as he was in that moment.
Saitor chuckled and you felt him pulse under your palm. “That sweet hand upon me, move it just a little.”
You did so, stroking the length of it. “It’s kind of nice.”
“Would you like to see it?”
You swallowed then slowly moved your hand back as he removed his robe completely. The thick shaft laid against his thigh, darker than the rest of his skin. It pulsed as you looked at it, and the tip began to glisten.
You bit your lip as you touched again, tapping your fingers against the shiny hood of the top. “It’s so warm.”
Saito leaned in close to your ear again. “The real warmth here is you.” His hand on your back tightened. “That soft, wet channel between your thighs, it’s the gate to heaven.” His hand moved up, brushing against your chest. “It tasted as sweet as it felt.”
Your hand tightened around his cock, stroking it the more he spoke to you.
“The way you breathed when I touched you, the way the inner walls clung to my fingers. I forgot there was snow outside.” Saito’s fingers pressed against your mound again, finding that sensitive bud and tapping it. “I never felt more like a man than when I made you cry out in that highest pleasure.” The hungry look in his eyes made you dizzy.
You smiled shyly. “Can you do it again?”
He looked you up and down with a smile. “How would you like me?”
You laid back upon the floor, pulling your legs up and spreading them as Saito watched. He climbed over top of you, kissing you as his hands went down your body. His lips trailed, going to your small breasts, your belly, and back between your legs. You grabbed hold of his long braid pulling it as his tongue found that sweet epicenter again. He moaned against you, sending waves of pleasure through you. You pulled again on his braid and the moans grew deeper and louder.
“Saito,” you whimpered.
He looked up and slowly rose. He licked his lips, the sides of his tusks. Saito moved in closer and you felt it. His shaft rubbed against your thigh and you reached for it. He grunted, shutting his eyes tight as you moved it.
“Are you sure?” He breathed.
“Try, please?” You felt him below. “Just to see.”
Saito breathed and positioned himself better. He moved your hand aside, slowly placing himself at your mound. You felt him slip against you before pressing. You tried to relax, taking calming breaths like he did when he meditated. You then felt something solid inside. Like his fingers before, only more. You whimpered, grabbing hold of his arms.
“Is it okay?” His voice was a low growl.
“Yes, keep going.” You held a hand up to him and he lowered down to place his cheek into it. You gasped as he gently pushed deeper. He watched you intently, making sure nothing was wrong.
“I’m going to move a bit.” He placed a hand under your back. His body went lower, he felt closer to you while also pulling away. He went inside again and you moaned. Slowly by slowly, Saito moved faster, a little deeper. He was inside you, as a husband. You clung to him, wanting him against you. His body was heavy and big, yet you found you couldn’t get enough of him. His heat, his desire, they were one in the same with yours.
You’re unable to get out of bed the following morning. Your legs feel far too weak. Saito stays with you as long as he can, but eventually has to tend to his students.
“Last night you were remarkable,” he whispered before he had to leave. “My little wife really impressed me.”
You smiled shyly, almost unable to look at him. “I wouldn’t say I’m that little. After last night I feel just as big as you are, my husband.”
Saito’s cheeks darkened and he chuckled. He leaned down, giving you a long kiss. His hair was still in the braid you had done last night. “Don’t get me excited.” he kissed your cheek. “I will come and check on you this afternoon. Until then, enjoy your rest. You’ve earned it.”
“Saito!” You called out before he left the door. “I uhm-” You clammed up as he turned to look at you.
Saito smiled. “What is it?”
“I uhm...I wanted to say uhm-” You swallowed, trying to banish your nerves. “My body is yours,” your voice trembled. “To protect you, to comfort you, to please you, to love you.” You watched his expression as it became so soft. “Co-command me and I’ll-”
“I know,” he smiled. “Everything you said, I will take it and give it back to you.” He blew a kiss to you.
Comments
Amy Mused
Saito has my heart, aaaaaaahhh!!! He's so sweet and honorable, and she's so adorable and demure!
Chelsea Norris
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh I've neeeeeeded this in my life! I love it!
