"You really made me happy, Ojiro." When he hears those words from her, he feels the warmth from it soothing his soul and tired body as he wraps her small frame with his veiny, muscled arms.

He buries his nose on the crook of her neck, sniffing the familiar sugary, sweet scent through his nose that he's been wanting to spoil himself with, filling his chest with so much relief, making him wanting to cry.

It's been a very busy skating season, as always, and the number of times that they actually had time for each other is very few. Aside from that, keeping their relationship secret has never been that easy.

He swears he could feel his manager Sakiko-chan is starting to get suspicious from the way she asked him a lot of things about why he's suddenly shifting his training schedules from evening to morning every weekend.

He just got lucky that his mom took his manager with her on a business trip in Singapore and Australia in the meantime to help her manage the expansion of Oji Sports Wear outside Japan. That's why the arrangement of the trip and hotel booking for Louise has gone smoothly.

He can finally spend a moment with her.

Ojiro's fingers tremble as he slips her yukata off her shoulders, undressing her. The cloth makes a soft shuffling sound as it pools around her feet. The mattress creaks under their weight, as he lay her down on the king-size bed of her hotel room. Her long, curly brown hair is a messy vine around her head on the pillow.

I haven't done it before, he remembers her whispering it to him one time they hanged out in her apartment. They were playing video games and before they knew it, he's on top of her on the couch. He got carried away with their kiss and his hands goes to her top and about to undress her when he felt her froze. That's when Louise confessed it to him.

It was also the first time they almost gone far than kissing and it happened again in the car when they met after the Worlds closing banquet.

Louise averts her gaze, hiding her uneasiness as she automatically covers her bare breasts, crossing her arms around them. The movement turns him on even more, reminding him of her innocence and purity.

He caresses her face with his long fingers and whispers to her gently the words that will help her calm down.

The frown on her face fades when she looks back to his face that hovers above her, slowly uncovering her whole bareness to him.

Ojiro holds his breath as he bathes his eyes with the whole view of her naked form. She is glowing under the dim light of the room. The colors of the fireworks outside the window reflects on her skin, changing in different colors.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

He kisses her head, down to her cheeks, and then he claims her lips with hungry kisses. The warmth of the touch was even enough to make his whole-body tremble.

She has no idea how badly he wanted to crash her into his arms, his hunger for her presence, growing each day and each night that they're apart.

Every time that he tires his body during training, jumping the same jump repeatedly. Every time that he falls on the hard concrete ice, injuring his body and crashing his bones.

Those times that he works away from her day and night, talking and meeting different people...she couldn't get her out of his mind.

She has no idea how many times he wanted to just sneak a call or a text during press conferences or how he wanted to steal the car and drive away from meetings just to meet her.

It's never been that easy for him either but thinking about how Louise entirely feels about this relationship set up, he can't help but be disappointed in himself.

Just focus. Don't think too much of me, okay? I'll wait for you. She always says that, but he can clearly see the loneliness in her eyes.

And Ojiro has never been scared in his life again.

As he looks down to her while she explains to him why she goes out her room, his mind runs with questions.

Is she becoming tired of me? Is she going to leave me? Is she—

"You really made me happy, Ojiro." He still remembers how her voice quivers while she's saying those words.

"Yokatta," he mutters to himself in relief.

And as he holds the huge bump of her breasts, both perfectly fit inside his big hand, his mouth swallowing a pink nipple, he can feel her squirm under him as he sucks it passionately.

He wanted to honor her.

To crown her with his love.

He wanted to make love to her body and soul until their bodies break to their limits, and their minds would shatter as they reached the peak.

When his throbbing cock enters her, he struggles a little. She welcomes him with her tightness, but the wet juices inside her guides his length, fully claiming her, sucking his hardness inside to go deeper.

A moan escapes from his mouth as he thrusts on inside her, carefully, little by little, letting her body get used to his sword as a sheath.

"O-Ojiro, ah—" she attempts to stop herself from making any noise.

"Let it out," he breathes. "Scream all you want. Call my name, Louise."

And then the next moment, the room was filled with their moans and whimpers as the soft mattress swayed on their movements, back and forth, faster, and faster.

She screams his name, the sound drowning out the exploding fireworks outside the wide glass window of the room.

***

Even though Louise kind of anticipated the moment. She thought that she's ready but then, the realization that there's no number of bananas and hentai references has prepared her for what she's about to experience rained down on her.

From the moment Ojiro took off his clothes in front of her, making her swallow from her dry mouth. Her mind is shrieking internally. This is it. I'm finally going to get wrecked!

Her chest heaves up and down, matching the fast beatings of her heart as she checks out his toned, slim, pale body: sculpted by years of workouts and training. Hard as it looks, and as flexible as a cat on ice.

She can clearly spot the bulge of veins around his pale arms, the humps of his abdominal muscles, and his ballet dancer's muscled thighs and knees as he moves to the dresser, reaching for something.

When he comes back, he's holding a small piece of plastic foil that looks like to her as a condom, and he bites it off, tearing it with his teeth.

He tells her something about the importance of getting protected, just as she expected from someone who's as health conscious as him.

Louise's mouth falls open when he releases the bulge inside his boxers, revealing before her bulging eyes the light saber, that blurred image from the mangas that she has read.

But looking at a real life one, she couldn't help but to be amazed with the bizarre... beautiful thing that she's witnessing.

Hard, erect, and quivering.

She holds her breath while she watches him roll the condom down on it, reminding her of the huge machine canon from an anime she had watched, ready to shoot lasers into the galaxy.

Oh God.

Don't tell me he's going to put that inside me!