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Who: Turin Turambar & Yuriko Oyama
When: Morning of 5/18
Where: Mostly Turin's apartment
What: Reassurance (physical & emotional)
Rating/Warnings: Mature: Sexual situations & violent imagery
Status: Complete



It had taken a long time for Yuriko to fall asleep - Father had had a bad night, and kept complaining of pain, even after she’d given him some of his medication. When she had, though, the dreams she’d had shook her to the core.

It had started innocuously enough; she’d dreamed of the schoolteachers that dream-her had learnt from. But then she’d seen the beings - one called Bullseye. Another one, a blind one, called Daredevil, who’d helped her and pushed her toward killing her monster father. She’d killed her father with her bare hands - and then Kira, sweet Kira, the man she’d loved since girlhood, had been so overcome by the death of Lord Dark Wind that he’d pulled out his katana and gutted himself right on deck.

She’d woken in a sweat, in a panic, clawing the pillows and looking around. It took some time before she realized where she was. Dawn had broken; the clock read 7.48. it was Orange County, not Japan; her father was snoring in the next room, and there was no such man as Kira.

There was, however, a Turin. And she knew he didn’t sleep late usually. Her fingers latched onto her mobile, fumbling for her contact list and dialing his number. She would leave a message if it was off.

Turin dreamed of his childhood. Mostly of his mother, but also his sister Lalaith, who'd died of an illness when he'd still been a boy. It was a bittersweet dream, and he welcomed the phone when it rang. It made him smile, and he picked it up. "Yuriko."

She let out a breath, expelling it shakily into the phone, though she only belatedly realized it. “I am sorry. Just. Did I wake you? I had ... you will laugh at me.”

“I will not laugh,” Turin promised, his voice turning serious. She sounded distraught. “Is everything okay?”

If he did, he would never hear from her again. “My dreams,” Yuriko finally said. “They were ... horrible. I did things I cannot imagine. But I told you about the scars and - ” She broke off with something annoyingly close to a sob. “I am sorry, I just needed to speak to someone who understands; Father would think I had gone mad.”

"What have you dreamed about, Yuri?" He sat up in bed and swung his legs onto the floor. "I won't think you're mad. Dreams are...something special, these days."

She told him everything, from Lord Dark Wind to Bullseye and the adamantium, to Daredevil and her lover’s suicide. Yuriko actually felt better speaking of it, as awful as it all was. “As soon as I saw Kira’s sword pierce his body, I awoke, and would have run to Father had I not heard him snoring.”

Turin listened intently. Her dream life sounded every bit as bad as his, and he wasn't sure how to respond to it. It made..a lot more sense, Neena's reaction to her name. Turin chewed at his lip, wondering at what that meant. What else had happened to Yuriko in these dreams - or what had she done to other people to elicit that reaction.

"I'm sorry, Yuri. That sounds horrible."

“Would it ... is it an imposition to ask to see you?” Yuriko felt stupid and silly, but who else could she talk to? Logan had his woman. Her other friends in Orange County were not dreaming, as far as she could tell. “I have no one else who would understand.”

“It’s never an imposition...Do you have my address? It might be easier for you to come here.” He looked around his apartment. Small, but not messy.

“No, but I can get there. I ... thank you. I’m sorry.” She sighed. “I’m scared.” It was never weak to say it, but she sure hadn’t said it in a long time.

"Okay." Turin gave her his address, then started to look for his clothing. "And It's okay to be scared. It's not like a normal nightmare or terror. It's something supernatural."

The mere fact that he used that word did help some. “I will be there soon. Thank you for understanding, Turin-kun.” Kun was more of a term of endearment, while san was a term of respect. She hung up the phone.

It was about twenty minutes later that she knocked on his door, pulling her arms to hug around her body. She hadn’t even bothered with makeup, just put on clothes that were suitable to be seen in and headed out the door. Yuriko didn’t want to close her eyes; she kept seeing her father’s corpse. Kira’s corpse. Why did she care so much about a man who never existed?

Turin opened the door. He'd changed into black slacks and a loose white t-shirt. He took a look at her and then gently pulled her inside. Turin closed the door behind her, and hugged her. She felt oddly frail in his arms.

Yuriko immediately hated herself, but she couldn't entirely stop a soft sob from escaping. "Thank you," she murmured against his neck. "I am sorry for the hour; I was ... Frightened." So scared, that kind of knee-knocking fear that drained your being.

He nodded, and rubbed his hand up and down Yuri's back. "Don't apologize. I get up early anyway." It was a little bit of a lie, but he was trying to reassure her anyway.

She had no idea whether that was true or not, but decided to let it go. "I hope you do not have engagements today. I would not like to impose." Yuriko shook her head against his shoulder. "But I should probably tell you about some things in my life that did not seem relevant until now." She didn't like keeping secrets.

“Nothing pressing.” He wanted to move her into the couch, so they could be more comfortable, but that would require moving his arms from around her and he didn’t want to do that. “I’m here to listen.”

Yuriko wet her lips, looking up at him a little. “Have I ever spoken to you of my friend, Logan?”

He shook his head. “Only briefly. I know you met him for lunch once.” He wondered what this had to do with anything, and if he should be jealous.

“He and I knew each other in Japan. And yes, we dated for a while, but that is long past.” Yuriko tried to calm her breathing. “The reason I bring him up is that he told me of his dreams when we met up for the first time in years. At the time, I thought he was being insane, frankly. But now I begin to wonder.”

“Maybe we’re all crazy, Yuri, but why does that make you wonder? Did he dream about you? I’ve... dreamed about Nienor.” Turin gently guided her towards the couch, and sat her down. A moment later he had a glass of whiskey in her hand.

“Yes, he dreamed about me, but he dreamed about me being some kind of monster.” Yuriko barely even noticed sitting or being handed the glass. “He told me I kept trying to kill him, and those he held dear. And I ... I would never. I do not kill insects, Turin.” The spectre of becoming that woman was alive and well. “In my dreams last night, I killed Father, as I told you, and that might have been in self-defense, but to raise a hand to Logan is absolutely incomprehensible.”

"You're a good person, Yuriko. I couldn't see you harm anyone, not even if you were attacked." Turin grew disquieted. "Did you dream of a pale woman, with a spot over her eye?"

Yuriko shook her head. “No, why? The only woman I remember from my dreams so far is my schoolteacher’s wife.”

"I mentioned your name, and she...had a freak out. I tried to defend you, but she wouldn't have any of it." Turin was pretty sure that Neena never wanted to see him again, which was a little hurtful. Her reaction had been so....intense.

Yuriko looked lost, and more than a bit hurt. “I must have done something,” she murmured, feeling the lump rise in her throat and choking it down. “I mean, it is the only explanation.” But had she done it here? Was there some kind of dream world?

"What you did there doesn't matter." Turin's voice was soft, and he squeezed her hands. "What matters is who you are in the waking world."

“I hope I never meet this spot-eyed woman,” Yuriko murmured, blinking away tears before sipping some of the whisky. The burn helped her focus. “I wish I knew what I’d done, all the same. Knowing someone hates me is a weight on my heart.”

"Something tells me that you'll dream it soon enough. I have the impression that they aren't over yet. At least for me." He hoped they never met either. He wasn't sure there wouldn't be a lot of blood to clean up. “The hate was palpable.”

Yuriko felt her eyes brim over again. “But it isn’t fair!” She burst out, knowing she looked desperate, and tired of caring, “I’ve done nothing; I would only want to be kind.” She was crying now, and she set down the whisky glass, burying her head in her hands. “I don’t want to harm anyone, Turin. Logan has his woman and his little girl, my other friends have families.” Turin still had people he cared for and who loved him. “Maybe I should just take the veil once Father is dead, to protect everyone.”

“Take the veil?” Turin didn’t know what she meant by that, but it didn’t sound very good. He caught her hands, pulling them away from her face. “I know you. I know you only want to be kind. You aren’t this bitch she dreamed of, or you dreamed of. I promise you that.”

“Take the veil is to become a nun.” Yuriko managed, trying to calm down again. “I have thought of it before - as a way to recoup my lost honor. Now it may be the safest option.” She wasn’t being dramatic; at least as a nun she would have no opportunity to affect anyone else’s lives except for the better.

"Oh no. You definitely don't need to do that." He squeezed her hands. It wasn't even entirely selfishness - he thought it would be a shame for her to pull herself from the world like that.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Yuriko said simply. “Or Logan, or Father, or this woman.” Or anyone.

“Then you don’t.” It seemed simple, and a little bit naive, but Turin believed it fervently. They didn’t have to be these people. They didn’t have to hurt anyone. He wasn’t a warrior or a warlord, he wasn’t a killer. She didn’t have to be either.

She wanted to hug him again, and did, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You will trust me?”

“I do trust you,” Turin replied, rubbing his nose against hers and smiling. “And some woman being a bitch isn’t going to change that.”

She had to wonder why she felt so safe with a man she’d known for two weeks. But at the same time, Yuriko knew she couldn’t answer that question intelligibly, so she just kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close.

She actually managed to catch him off guard, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap and kissing with a great deal of passion. He wasn't sure which of them had been swept off their feet, by now. Him or her.

Yuriko kissed just as hard, one hand on his cheek, settling into his lap. It felt strange to just reach out to someone, but he really seemed to get it. She closed her eyes, reaching down, her hands under the hem of his shirt, needing to just feel something. He was warm and safe and wouldn’t throw her away as long as she fought against becoming that monster Yuriko. That wasn’t her, and Turin seemed to know it.

She was ridiculously adorable, sweet and sexy, and he was more than willing to accept her reaching out to him. He held Yuri close, and safe and warm. Like he was afraid if he let go that she'd become that monster, and he didn't want that.

She wanted to get closer, to take her shirt off, but she wasn’t sure what he’d do. She settled for touching under his shirt, and maybe playing a tiny bit of dirty pool by adjusting the way she was sitting. Yuriko smiled wanly, just barely pricking up the corners of her mouth, kissing him a bit more gently.

Turin groaned, and slid his hand up Yuri’s back. That was dirty, low down and rotten of her, and he loved it. The kiss gentled, until there was the lightest of brushes between their lips. “Do I need to remind you what a wonderful woman you are?”

“You have told me you think so.” Yuriko smiled, pleasantly shivering. “I think you are kind.” And handsome, and strong. She took her shirt off, easing it over her head and letting it fall on the floor. Even if they didn’t do anything more, she wanted, in the most simple and guttural sense, to feel something.

Turin stared at her, his expression a little soft, and a little hungry. He unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, before pulling his t-shirt off. He wanted to feel their skin burning against each other, and pulled her against him in a hug.

Sometimes a body had to have someone near, just so as not to feel alone. Yuriko kissed him again, sighing, pressing herself close. “ありがとう,” she murmured, nipping at his bottom lip, once, then twice.

“Uh..you’re welcome,” he replied, remembering the words to that Mr. Roboto song. The way she was kissing him, and the sigh she made, sent warning bells off in his chest, tightening it. He hugged her even closer.

She chuckled a little, looking at him. “I think perhaps, if we continue to see each other, that I should teach you a Japanese word each time.” She brushed a stray lock of hair away from his face, settling herself against him more comfortably as she thought of the idea. “Yes, I like that. Teach you a word, and then not let you out of bed until you repeat it back to me correctly.”

“I’m learning more than I have in my entire life previously,” Turin replied, chuckling. Other than French, German and elvish he didn’t have anything to teach her! His face turned red. “R..really? Okay.”

She blushed, wondering if she’d gone too far, but she did like the idea. Yuriko smiled, looking down. Still, it was best to be honest at all times. “I would like to push the proverbial envelope, but I don’t want to go too fast, or for you to think me a whore.”

"I'd never think you were a whore!" He laughed softly at her, and stroked her face. "We'll go as fast as you want. I'm willing to try anything once."

Yuriko smiled, nodding. If they were going to continue to see each other, she wanted to keep surprising him. And making him feel appreciated, as much as he made her feel safe and understood. She went back to kissing him, slipping one hand into the waistband of his trousers.

He wasn't expecting that. She constantly managed to surprise him when it came to sex and touching. He just had a hard time seeing her as a sexual creature, so when she got sexual, it was a little mind blowing. His kiss grew a little desperate.

She liked going slowly, almost stealthily, and maybe it was torture but she was fairly sure Turin wouldn’t complain. Yuriko had picked up a few tricks.

It was the best sort of torture and Turin would happily submit. “Bed...or right here?”

Yuriko didn’t reply right away; instead, she ran her hands down his back, trying to find that spot he liked with her knuckles. But she was also helping get his pants down just enough. Before he could react overmuch, she was kneeling between his legs with what she hoped was an angelic smile.

Angelic? Try devilish. Turin had come to attention as soon as her knuckles hit his back, and he tried to remember how to breathe, eyes locked on Yuriko’s. “You’re going to kill me....”

"Never, ever." Yuriko was rusty, but she was fairly sure she remembered how to do this. She started light, her tongue moving over the top of his erection like an ice cream cone. He made wonderful noises; she liked the idea of trying to make him loud.

The wonderful noises came in increasing quantity and loudness as she worked at him. He wondered if she’d done this that often - it was boggling to watch this refined woman lick at him that way, and somehow made it even hotter to him.

Turin whined her name.

It spurred her on. Yuriko smiled, wrapping her mouth around him, but still doing her best to keep a light touch. Her hands rested on his inner thighs, and she smiled when she heard her name. “Good,” she murmured, before going back to what she’d been doing.

The man shuddered, and he dug his fingers into her hair, his whining growing louder and more insistent. He tugged at her hair, trying to warn her how close he was. Her was generally polite enough to let her decide if she wanted him to finish this way or not.

It felt utterly fantastic, and he knew what he wanted...

She could handle it. Yuriko breathed in through her nose and took in as much of him as she could stand without gagging. She couldn’t do it for long, but hopefully it would be long enough. It really was simple, at least from Yuriko’s view; he was someone she liked very much, and she wanted him to feel good.

It was long enough. Turin jerked, crying out loudly, his vision clouding for a long moment as he lost control of his body. It was a really bad time for the sword to laugh at him, but he managed to banish it with the complete and utter joy that Yuriko had managed to give him.

He wouldn't admit it, but he hadn't gotten this particular gift all that often in the past.

Yuriko gagged a little, but it was all right. It was over soon enough, and she swallowed, licking her lips as she bore off. She didn’t say anything, just looked up at him as if to memorize that picture. She was capable of making someone that happy, and she’d done it because she wanted to; it was a very good feeling. So was biting her lip and looking as demure as she possibly could afterward.

Laughing softly, he stroked her face. The look she was giving him made him feel oddly giddy. "Shouldn't.. I be doing things to relax you, and not the other way around? That was amazing. Really, truly mind-blowingly amazing."

"I am glad." Yuriko laughed. "And while I certainly would not turn you down, it actually does me good to know I make people happy. I mean, obviously, I am not a whore; I did it because I wanted to, but I don't know." She bit her lip, unsure for real now. "You are ... stunning when you are aroused." she blushed; it was true, but maybe a silly thing to say.

"You're not a whore, Yuri. You're a woman, who enjoys making people happy. And you're an adult woman, who enjoys sex. There's no shame in that. And I should know, I'm the master of shame." He was joking, mostly, about the latter, and slid into the floor next to her, pulling her into his arms. "So are you."

He wondered if she knew she could turn him on just with words.

“You are not the master of shame.” Yuriko rolled her eyes, kissing him gently. “But I am glad you understand. Just ...” She looked at him. “You want to see me, even with how it might be dangerous?”

"Yes. I'd like to see you. We might probably crash and burn, but we don't know that." His hands slid down her body, and back up again, itching to touch her. His mouth itched to taste her.

"I'm not afraid."

She smiled, looking down, more than a bit touched. “Logan thought you might stay around. I was the one who thought it might only be a dalliance.” Yuriko closed her eyes, letting him touch.

"Logan sounds like a smart man," Turin replied, chuckling. He kissed her neck, and her jaw, laying her down on the floor as he did so. "I admit, I was worried you wouldn't want me to stay around. Or that I might not want to."

“If you wanted to move on, then so be it.” Yuriko smiled, reaching up for a sofa pillow for her neck, but otherwise, laying back as he bid. “I do believe in fate. Things happen.”

“Fate?” He kissed her softly on the hip bone, then trailed his fingers along both of her hip bones, and hooked them into the waistband of her pants. He blew a raspberry on her stomach.

"In the sense of - eee." It tickled, and she laughed. But then he was touching her more, and Yuriko figured she could explain Buddhist philosophy much later.

Turin laughed, and left little bite marks on her thigh. He peered up at her, trying to gauge her reaction, and if she really was okay with him doing this. It wasn’t just returning the favor - he was eager for it.

She liked it. it had been a long time since anyone had gone down on her, but she always appreciated the thought - it really was far more intimate than regular sex. Yuriko smiled down at him, as if to say go on. Watching really was a perk for her; he got focused and intense, and it was very sexy.

He smiled at her, and moved his mouth until he was on her. Licking softly, and sucking at places. It didn't take him long to find the most sensitive spot, and he spent a great deal of time, lovingly giving it his attention. One hand snaked up her body to grasp her hand.

Yuriko tried to help, and when she felt him pass over where she wanted him to be, she squeezed that hand. “Yes, right there, よかった, good.” Her eyes slammed shut, and she did her best to focus on only Turin.

She was always so polite, even when she was in the throes of passion. He loved that about her. Turin kept his eyes on her body, and the way she tensed and relaxed as he worked on her. He added one finger, then two, and groaned against her skin.

That got her solidly into the forgetting-English range. Yuriko whimpered quietly, opening her legs a bit more to give him more space. “イカせる >, Turin, yes.”

Something about dirty Japanese in Yuriko’s tone of voice was incredibly encouraging. He sucked harder, he used his teeth, he tried everything he’d ever read about or done before to completely break his partner. All the while, he grinned more than he had in the previous week combined.

Yuriko was never loud, but that got a sharp wail out of her. She tried not to buck her hips against his nose, having limited success, though she had to focus hard to talk English again. “Almost - ”

Turin’s jaw was getting sore, but her wail made him push harder, holding her hips down to help prevent a broken nose - though that would probably be the best injury ever. He’d be proud of that one.

She appreciated the help. She would have felt terrible if she’d hurt him, but at this point, she was coming. Yuriko bit her lip hard and felt her body arch; it left her panting and pleasantly weak. “Wa ...”

He snerked, trying to hold back sudden laughter at her exclamation. He held on as she came down from her orgasm, then, satisfied, slid up to cradle her body against his. "Feel better?"

“Yes.” Yuriko managed, smiling, leaning on his shoulder. “I would say that I owe you, but I somehow think you would not stand for that.”

Turin nuzzled her ear, and whispered to her with a half-joking suggestion on how she could pay him back.

She whacked him lightly on the shoulder with the palm of her hand, laughing. But her eyebrow rose, and she tried to sound demure, given he seemed to like it. “Do you mean now or later, Turin-san?”

His whole body shivered in response. “I think I need...about five more minutes first.” He looked at her, grey eyes like a storm.

“I think I will stay with you today, unless you object.” Yuriko said. She smiled almost shyly. “You’ve already smiled so much.”

“You can stay as long as you like,” he promised her. “But we should move to the bed.” He wanted to spend more time touching her, and that would do wonders for making him ready to do whatever she’d let him do - or want to do to him.

“Agreed.” Yuriko rose, not paying her clothing or lack thereof any mind. She walked down the hall toward what she hoped was the bedroom, figuring Turin wasn’t far behind.

He was far behind, staring at the way her hips and ass moved. Then he bolted to his feet, and then ran after her, picking her up from behind and nipping her shoulder. He carried her into the bedroom.

Yuriko squealed, landing back against his chest, then settling as he carried her. “Silly.”

Turin resolved to make sure that wouldn’t be the last time she squealed that night.