TITLE: KOIGOKORO AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: Donnilee@snet.net WEBSITE: http://donnilee.tripod.com RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: SK/O CLASSIFICATION: PWP SPOILERS: NOT A ONE. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Koigokoro means, "Awakening of Love", according to the online Japanese/English dictionary! This is a PWP, but continues after the events of Hitogoroshi, using the same original character and love interest for Skinner, Nanami Akaki. SUMMARY: Walter and Nanami settle in after the harrowing events of Hitogoroshi. DISCLAIMER: All characters used from the show, The X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. No copyright infringement intended. No money made here. THANKS: To my ever-faithful beta reader, FatCat, who makes sure that it's obvious English is my native language! Thanks for all the love and support. XXXXXXXXXX WALTER SKINNER'S APARTMENT COLUMBIA HEIGHTS APARTMENTS 815 S GREENBRIER STREET ARLINGTON, VA 22204 FRIDAY EVENING I flipped on the light and locked the door behind us. Nanami was already heading for the bedroom with her small overnight bag. We were both exhausted. Her brother, Kenichi, had been cleared of all charges. Mr. Akaki had made stiff amends to his children, and then returned to Japan. Over the phone I had alerted the Bureau that an investigation into the microchip research theft would need to be initiated but not today. I sighed, hit the bathroom, and then followed her to the bedroom. "I should have gone home," she sighed. "Why?" "I don't want to impose." "You're kidding, right?" I asked. She smiled at me shyly. "I've never slept here. I assumed," she began. "Assume away, Nan. I love the idea of you being here. We've christened your bed and a hotel in Connecticut. Now it's time we christened mine." She smiled wearily. "I don't know if I can tonight, Big Man. I'm so tired." I walked up to her and folded her tiny body into my arms. I nuzzled her hair. "I'm exhausted too. Let's just cuddle and sleep. We can always christen the sheets in the morning," I suggested. She giggled. "You like morning sex, Walter?" "I like morning sex, afternoon sex, lunch quickies, after dinner sex." I paused and she giggled again. "Pretty much any way I can get it," I admitted. She tipped her face up to mine and I kissed her softly. "Guess that answers my question, huh?" I chuckled. "Get naked woman," I said in a mock- stern voice. She unbuttoned her blouse and began to undress. I followed suit and soon we were naked with a pile of clothes on the floor by the bed. She bent to pick them up. "I should put these in my case," she said. "Leave them," I replied, putting my hand on her waist as I pulled the covers down with my other. I then gently guided her into the bed. I followed and snuggled up to her, pulling her back into my chest. I loved the feel of her baby-smooth skin touching mine. Her small derriere landed in the cradle of my pelvis and I hummed with contentment. "Thank you, Walter," she whispered. "For what?" "Being so kind to me and to Kenichi," she said softly. "Don't mention it. I'm glad I could help." "You went above and beyond, Walter." "That's what you do when you're in love," I reminded her. She sighed, sounding happy. "Three days ago, you were ready to kick me to the curb for my own good," she reminded me. "I was an idiot," I said abruptly. I felt her shoulders shake with mirth. "I'll forgive you this time," she whispered. I kissed the hair on the crown of her head and she snuggled closer. I completely encased her small body with my own. I loved the feeling that I could surround her and protect her. "I'm not good at this, Nan." "At what?" she asked. "Being in love," I said tentatively. "I'll coach you through." I laughed softly. "I just bet you will," I teased. We were asleep soon after and I slept deeply, not even dreaming. XXXXXXXXXX SATURDAY MORNING I woke feeling warm. I cracked one eye open and saw the sun streaming through the break in the curtain that hung over his bedroom window. I was a happy woman. I had a wonderful man curled around me, pinning me to the bed with his giant body. He'd scared me on this trip to Connecticut. I really thought he was going to give up on this relationship. I was surprised at how much that had frightened and hurt me. My anger had covered my deep-seated insecurity and I'd shouted at him. Despite my calling him several names and using quite a bit of profanity, he had listened and accepted my feelings at face value. I'd been so relieved, I'd almost cried. What was it about this man? I was so fiercely attached to him in such a short time it was scary. I knew that he was only five years younger than my father, but it didn't matter. I would hold him close to me for as long as he would stay. I'd never believed in love at first sight until the day Walter walked into the Arlington Art's Center. I was instantly drawn to him. I trusted him completely, and was fiercely attracted to him. Unlike my usual reticent behavior, I hadn't questioned a thing. I'd gone with my feelings, not asking myself if they were right or wrong. I never once considered the complications of dating a man twice my age and who worked for the FBI. Double trouble, I knew, when I thought about it rationally. I simply didn't care. He stirred something fierce and passionate inside of me that had never been awakened before. I'd asked a college chum of mine one time how you knew when you were in love. I envied the relationship she had with her fiancé. I didn't think I'd ever really experienced it before. I was familiar with infatuation and attraction, but not with love. She had said, 'When the beast awakens, you will know.' I hadn't understood at the time, and had thought that was an awfully cryptic answer to give me. I was tired of hearing, 'Oh, you'll just know.' That hadn't made any sense to me either. Now it made perfect sense. There was nothing logical about it. Love just is there or it isn't. Chemistry is just there or it isn't. With Walter, I felt both. Just seeing those soft, chocolate eyes look at me with desire made me feel like my insides were melting. I stretched a bit and my body pressed into his. He hummed and squeezed me a bit tighter. I pushed my butt against him and felt him rise to the occasion. There had been no lack of desire last night. I'd simply been too darned tired. He moaned now, coming awake and pressing himself against me. We ground against one another and he growled softly in my ear. I felt wetness spread through my groin, pulling a wash of warmth and tingles with it. I pulled away a bit and he began to protest, until I turned onto my back. "Morning," I greeted him, taking in his heavy-lidded gaze. "Morning, beautiful," he rumbled into my ear. He lifted his head and kissed me gently. I pushed my tongue toward him but he pulled away. I frowned and he mumbled, "Morning breath." I chuckled and said, "Shower?" He nodded and slid out of bed. I followed and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature while he retrieved towels from his linen closet. He found a new toothbrush for me and we stood brushing our teeth together while the water in the shower warmed. It seemed incredibility intimate. I hopped in and let the warm water soak me, sighing at the feeling. He stepped in behind me and handed me a bottle of one of those two-in-one shampoos. Then he took his turn under the spray. "I don't usually use it," he explained. "I just use soap but I keep it for guests," he said. "How often do you have guests, Mr. Skinner?" I teased, raising my eyebrows in question. He chuckled. "Not often. My brother comes once in a while." "Is he younger?" I asked. "Yes, and he has a lot more hair," he added. I hit him in the chest with the flat of my hand in mock exasperation. "Stop it!" "What?" he laughed. "Putting yourself down." "I'm not. That's a fact!" he defended himself. I shook my head and poured shampoo into my hand and wiped it on my head. I was surprised when he took over and began gently massaging it into my hair. I moaned softly at the wonderful sensation. "You have beautiful hair," he complimented me. "Thank you." "It's so silky," he added. He moved me under the spray again and rinsed it out. XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX I smiled up at him and saw his eyes go dark. He was giving me that look again. I watched his eyes travel down my body and felt my nipples harden. I shivered with arousal from just his look. We soaped each other's backs and fronts, and then I reached for his groin, running my hands over his pubic hair and cupping his balls gently. He moaned and spread his legs slightly, giving me better access. I washed him thoroughly and he was nearly fully erect by the time I finished. He soaped up his hands and reached between my legs, dragging his sudsy hand over my lips and rubbing gently. My knees bobbed and he chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that went straight to my juncture. I felt myself flood with wetness and he said, "I want you right now." "What about christening your bed?" I teased. "It can wait. We'll christen the shower first," he said. I smiled and reached up, my hands barely reaching the back of his neck. He leaned down and kissed me, his large hands palming my ass cheeks. I dove my tongue into his mouth and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure and the clean taste of toothpaste. He lifted me up against him as though I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his lean, muscular hips. My center pressed against his now raging hard- on. He moaned and bucked gently against me, rubbing himself against my clitoris and I shuddered with pleasure. I held onto his neck for support and he took a small step, making the water cascade down my back and over my shoulders to hit him in the chest. "Jesus, Nan," he muttered. I cupped his neck with one hand and reached between us, lifting my hips away from his body slightly. I lined him up with my now soaking lips and brushed the head back and forth. He hissed through clenched teeth. "Do it," he demanded. I loved it when he got all frantic and demanding like that. I gave him my sexiest smile and he moaned. I decided not to tease any more and took my hand away, holding his shoulders for balance and let my weight carry me down, impaling me on his shaft. I moaned at his penetration. He was so big. It always felt so good, like he was stretching me and splitting me in two. It didn't hurt but there was a luscious tension in the muscles of my vagina as they protested being forced open so wide. I felt him butt up against my cervix and groaned as wetness flooded my canal. I locked my ankles on top of his ass and began posting up and down. His hands on my ass lifted and eased the burden on my legs. It was hardly any effort for me. He slid his legs further apart for balance, gripped my ass tightly, and began lifting me, then letting me fall down onto him. His pace increased until he was lifting me and shoving me down as fast as he could. We were both grunting as I felt my climax building at the base of my spine. I loved the feel of his hands on my ass. "Oh God!" I cried out as I felt the tremor in my thighs. Then my orgasm hit me like a wave. "Oh yes, Walter!" I screamed as I tipped my pelvis forward, grinding myself into his groin, creating as much friction as I could. He bellowed, "Feel so fucking good, Nan!" I felt my walls spasm around his invading shaft and his torso trembled. He shoved himself deep inside, holding me down and hollered, "Aaaahhhh, God!" I felt him pulse within me and then the warmth of his seed spreading inside me as he reached his own peak. I crushed my mouth to his and he returned my fervent kiss, dancing his tongue with mine. XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX We broke the kiss and panted for a few moments as we came down. He was still trembling as he lifted me off of him. I slowly slid down his torso. He leaned down again and we kissed, softly this time, our tongue meeting in the air between us. He breathed out against my lips. "So sexy. God, I still feel like this a dream." I smiled. "The water is starting to cool down." "Hmmm," he acknowledged and reached over and turned it off. We stepped out and he quickly dried himself, wrapping the towel around his waist, while I wrapped a towel around my hair. He took a third one and carefully dried me. He was so gentle, stroking me as though I would break if he weren't careful. I felt a wave of love for him crash over me. He sat on the toilet seat and I stood between his legs as he wrapped the towel around my body. I hooked it between my breasts and smiled at him. "How did I get so lucky?" he asked. I leaned in and kissed him again. "I think it's me that got lucky," I whispered. "Your delusional, but I'm glad," he deadpanned. I laughed. "I need to go home and get some clean clothes." He nodded and we left the bathroom. I put on my wrinkled slacks and one of his tee shirts that hung to below my knees. He grinned when he saw me in it. "I feel like I just dressed Barbie," he teased. "Barbie has hips, I don't," I teased back. He chuckled. "Let's go. I'll cook breakfast before we go to your place." I followed him into the kitchen and watched while he made eggs, sausage, and toast. We ate in silence for a while. XXXXXXXXXX I looked across the table at her. She was making humming noises of joy as she ate her food. I chuckled and she looked up, her mouth full, chewing carefully. "You're so adorable," I blurted out. I found myself doing that a lot lately, just blurting out compliments to her. It's something I'd never done in my marriage or in previous relationships. I'd always been so reserved. She swallowed and grinned. "I didn't know you could cook. You're in trouble now," she teased. I smiled. "It's just eggs and sausage, not exactly gourmet faire," I commented. "It's delicious. I didn't realize how hungry I was." "You eat a lot for a little thing. You got a hollow leg or something?" I tossed back at her. She smiled again and resumed eating. "Maybe," she mumbled. We did the dishes afterwards and went into the living room with cups of coffee to relax for a bit before we hit the road. She cuddled up under my arm on the couch and I sighed. "You're good for me, Nanami," I said. "How so?" she asked, sipping her coffee. Her legs were tucked under her butt and she was tipped into me, her head nearly resting on my chest. I looked down at her. "You make me feel … I don't know. Young, I guess, but it's more than that." "What's different?" she asked. "I feel alive," I said. She tipped her head up and looked into my eyes. "I love you, Walter. I know it doesn't make any sense but there it is. I love you. I think I fell in love with you that first night." "I feel like I've been asleep for years and I'm just now waking up or something. Everything seems more interesting, more enjoyable. You definitely bring out the best in me." "You're awakening." I gave her a questioning look. "Awakening?" "Awakening to love, Walter. Maybe for first time." I opened my mouth but then shut it again. I thought she was probably right. I had loved Sharon, but there hadn't been this passion, this excitement about getting up to greet the day, even when we were first dating. We'd been two career-minded yuppies determined to make it in the world. Our focus had been on our work, not on each other, even in the beginning. "I think you're right. How do you know this stuff?" I teased. She smiled up at me. "Cause it's my first time, too. I'm learning with you," she said. She was perfectly serious now. I set my coffee cup down on the coffee table and she followed suit. I turned to her and hugged her to me. She crawled into my lap and straddled my thighs. God, she was small, a little bundle of energy and joy and sex appeal. I grinned at her. "Well then, let's awaken together," I said. "Got my vote," she declared, and leaned in to kiss me again. THE END.