A glimmer of sunshine caressed her sweat drenched skin. The smell of the cherry blossoms were pungent as the garden around the courtyard was ladened with cherry trees.
He looked at her almost nude body with a hunger that shamed him. He was a Master and to allow his personal feelings to get in the way her training would be wrong. He had to see to it she was stronger and more efficient than she could ever imagine.
His eyes were different. She could sense that something was troubling him. He moved closer and tilted her head so he could look into her eyes. He wanted to kiss her, to take her to the shower and bathe the sweat from her skin. Instead he sent her to her room to shower.
As he showered he imagined her in the shower with him. Bathing each other’s body and touching her breast as the water and soap to glide down her body. To have her turn her back to his chest and run his hand down her tummy to the mound he watches as she preforms each move. To slide his fingers along the folds around her clit. To hear her release a delicate moan as he sinks his fingers into her slick wet flower, as a hummingbird would dip his beak into one of his precious cherry blossoms. He leaned against the shower wall then took his hard shaft in his hand and began to stroke. As he drifted off to ecstasy he wondered what she was thinking.
The cool water felt good on her tired body. What the hell was she doing here. Could she really withstand this intensity. How could she continue to hide how she truly felt about him. She knew her feelings were wrong but it was part of why she was here. She craved his touch even if it was the wrath of the shinai or the gentle caress of the rose in the middle of the night.
When she was out of the shower cook was in the room. A beautiful black linen hakama lay on the bed. It had cherry blossoms embroidered up one side and the top had cherry blossoms on the right sleeve. She had never seen one like it. Cook could see the confused look in her eyes. He had this made for you. He see’s your heart. Let go and follow him. When she was dressed cook said, I am to blindfold you and take you to the courtyard. Remember to breath and let him guide you.
She stood silent for a moment then there was a loud popping sound. She smiled it was the opening of a redden. She felt his energy as he approached. He placed a closed tessen in her right hand. The tessen was had many uses in Feudal Japan. She was in love with the elegance of them.
He stepped in so close she could feel his breath on her neck. He whispered Yoi, this was ready stance. Feet shoulder width apart. Basai dai, she smiled, a kata she could do blindfolded. He whispered, the tessen is an extension of your hand just like your sai. He placed his arm around her waist. They made every step in unison. He gently guided her every move. Speed here, slow here, open the fan, close and strike, open and slash. He engulfed her and they moved as one.