Hey look who’s back to doing the 30 day NSFW OTP challenge  Who’s excited?!

… yeah I didn’t think so, lol.

Skipped a couple of days because suddenly it’s the holidays  O.o  Should (hopefully) stay on track from here on out.  Well actually tomorrow’s Christmas so we’ll see  ^^;;;

Day Eight:  Skype sex

Warnings:  Chatting, sex, unoriginal usernames, all-grown up Kanji and Naoto, and I also don’t use Skype so I’m assuming it’s basically a chat system?  If not… sorry, I did this like a chat system.

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Her computer lets out a soft ping, alerting her to a new message.  Naoto glances over at the hotel’s clock, digital red numbers reading ten o'clock sharp.  She smiles.  Right on time.

• fortunes_emperor:  Yo.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Good evening.  Give me a moment, I just got out the shower. 
• fortunes_emperor:  Pictures?

Naoto laughs, leaning back in the desk chair as she moves a dry towel through her hair.  She leaves the towel in her hair so she can type again.

• tatsumis_shirogane:  It is not like you have not seen me naked before.  There are two twins at home with you that prove that.
• fortunes_emperor:  Don’t mean that I don’t wanna see ya.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  You really want me to take a picture of myself naked?
• fortunes_emperor:  Naw, just turn on your webcam.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  This laptop does not have one.
• fortunes_emperor:  Liar.

Naoto smiles and takes a moment to finish drying her hair with the towel.  She stands up to pull on her pajama top but she stops, a small smirk on her face.

• tatsumis_shirogane:  I am about to take off my towel.
• fortunes_emperor:  Tease!  
• tatsumis_shirogane:  How so?
• fortunes_emperor:  You really have to ask?  
• tatsumis_shirogane:  You realize you watch me get out of the shower every morning when I am at home.
• fortunes_emperor:  I know.  And ya know I want ya every mornin’.  You’ve been gone on this case for a month, so your shower appeal has increased.  
• tatsumis_shirogane:  You better not suggest what you suggested the last time we talked on here.
• fortunes_emperor:  Aw come on!  The kids are sleepin’ and I miss ya!
• tatsumis_shirogane:  No.
• fortunes_emperor:  It’s just a different way to have sex.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  It is silly.
• fortunes_emperor:  Really?  Out of all the things we do this is where ya draw the line?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  What does that means?
• fortunes_emperor:  The strap-ons.  The cross-dressing.  
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Oh that whole thing…
• fortunes_emperor:  That whole thing?!  Is that all you have to say?!
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Somehow I knew you would overreact…
• fortunes_emperor:  Come on, Naoto, I miss ya real bad.  Just… try it?  
• tatsumis_shirogane:  … I… do not even know how to start…
• fortunes_emperor:  I can start.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  That was quick.
• fortunes_emperor:  When ya get out the shower in your fancy hotel ya see me sittin’ on the bed.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  It is not that fancy, actually.  I mean I suppose it is fine, but I have seen better ones.
• fortunes_emperor:  Naoto…
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Right, sorry.  Go on.
• fortunes_emperor:  You’re surprised to see me, wonderin’ what I’m doin’ there.  I tell ya that I’ve been missin’ ya and wanted to see ya.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Where are the children?
• fortunes_emperor:  Damnit Naoto, it’s a fantasy!
• tatsumis_shirogane:  It is a valid question.  Where are the children?
• fortunes_emperor:  With Yosuke, I dunno.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Yosuke?!
• fortunes_emperor:  Yeah what’s wrong with Yosuke?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  I do not have enough space in this chat box to answer that.
• fortunes_emperor:  Naoto, just… use your imagination.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  All right.
• fortunes_emperor:  You’re happy to see me and ya undo your towel.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  That fast?!
• fortunes_emperor:  Naoto!
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Just… I would want to talk for a bit first, I think
• fortunes_emperor:  O.K.  O.K.  Let’s try somethin’ else… what’re ya wearin’ right now?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  I told you I just got out the shower so…
• fortunes_emperor:  A towel.  What color is the towel?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  You really care about the color?
• fortunes_emperor:  Paint a picture for me.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  It is a white towel.
• fortunes_emperor:  All right.  A white towel.  Are you sittin’ in a chair?  Layin’ in bed?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Sitting in a chair.  
• fortunes_emperor:  Good.  Now, I want ya to lean back in the chair and spread your legs.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  All right…
• fortunes_emperor:  Did you spread them?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Yes.

She has not, of course, because this is ridiculous.

• tatsumis_shirogane:  Should I start touching myself now?
• fortunes_emperor:  No.  You know I ain’t that easy.  

But something about that statement is a touch bit exciting.

• fortunes_emperor:  Imagine me standin’ behind your chair.  My hands start at your shoulders, gently massagin’ them.

Actually, after the day she’s had, something like that would feel rather nice.

• fortunes_emperor:  My hands slide down, slowly, over the front of your towel.

And that wouldn’t be bad either, Naoto thinks.  It has been a month since they’ve been able to do anything like this.

• fortunes_emperor:  My hands groping, squeezing, moving over your breasts.

Naoto closes her eyes as she loses herself in the words over the chat messages.  She’s not sure when her hands start moving over her towel but there they are, squeezing her breasts in the way she remembers Kanji doing it at home.  Her hands aren’t large enough, don’t feel like they’ve been embracing fabrics and threads, but with her eyes closed she can pretend.  

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.  Ping.

Ping.

• fortunes_emperor:  I loosen your towel until it comes undone, pulling it away.
• fortunes_emperor:  Your body is still damp from the shower and I lick away a couple of stray drops of water.
• fortunes_emperor:  My lips brush against one of your nipples.
• fortunes_emperor:  My hand squeezes the other one.
• fortunes_emperor:  Naoto?  Ya still there?  You ain’t sayin’ nothin’

Naoto quickly pulls her hands away from her breasts, typing.

• tatsumis_shirogane:  Yes.  I am here.
• fortunes_emperor:  Should I keep going?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Yes, you can.

Thankfully she can type more confidentially than she can speak, though her fingers are trembling and she gets a couple of words wrong – thank goodness for the backspace button.

• fortunes_emperor:  Where was I?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Your lips were at one of my nipples.

At some point she’s started rubbing her legs together.  At some point one of her hands has wandered in between her legs.

• fortunes_emperor:  Licking.  Sucking.  My teeth nipping at it.

Now she listens to Kanji’s earlier instructions, spreading her legs apart.  Her fingers slide against her inner thigh, crawling upwards, going in between her-

Ping.  

Ping.  Ping.  Ping.

Ping.

She ignores the sound, her fingers brushing against a spot that hasn’t been touched in a month.  She reacts immediately, whimpering, fingers spreading the wetness as they pick up speed.  She’s squirming in the chair, towel not able to keep its hold around her body.  Her free hand gropes at one of her breasts, squeezing and pulling, trying to imitate the motions of her husband.  

Ping.  Ping.

Ping Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

She doesn’t need to read the words to know what they say.  She knows how he touches her, knows how good he feels.  She thrusts three fingers inside of herself.  They don’t feel nearly as good as his longer fingers or his hard penis, but she’s got imagination on her side.  She’s got a pleasant image of being in his lap, of his hands on her hips, of her hands gripping onto his shoulders.  He’s fucking her right now, built up passions from a month of being away.  She’s struggling to stay quiet, the fear of waking the children keeping her mouth clamped shut, small whimpers squeezing past her lips.   

It only takes another minute for her to completely lose it, face flushed in embarrassment when she pulls her fingers away.  They’re slick and coated in her own essence, her body sagging in the chair.  After a couple of small breaths she wipes her hand off on the towel she had been wearing – it’s mostly off her body now, almost falling out of the chair.  

She’s greeted with several messages on her screen and quickly scrolls down.  

• fortunes_emperor:  Naoto?  You still there?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Um… sorry.  I was… 

She can’t make herself type the words and feels slightly stupid.  They’re married, they should be past the point of embarrassment, but…

She blinks, suddenly realizing that she hasn’t gotten a response.

• tatsumis_shirogane:  Kanji?  Are you there?

It takes another full minute before she hears that ping again.

• fortunes_emperor:  Y-yeah, I’m here, I was… checkin’ on the kids.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Oh.  I… got an important call.
• fortunes_emperor:  Ah.
• fortunes_emperor:  … no, that ain’t it, I was… ya know.
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Yeah, I know.  It… is silly to be embarrassed, right?  You said it before, we have done some interesting things.
• fortunes_emperor:  Yeah, but it’s kinda nice that there’s some stuff that’s still brand new, ya know?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  … only you could make this moment into a sweet one.
• fortunes_emperor:  Yeah yeah, ya know me.  
• tatsumis_shirogane:  I do.  I love you, Kanji.
• fortunes_emperor:  Love ya too.  Same time tomorrow?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Yes.
• fortunes_emperor:  Webcam this time?
• tatsumis_shirogane:  Kanji!