Warmth radiating throughout the sheets in which she lies, a moment of annoyance occurs which convinces her to open her eyes and identify the cause of the movements that rustle her.

"Good morning my love". He presses a soft kiss against her temple leaning back afterwards in hopes to catch the display of her groggy reaction. She smiles back at him sweetly and tilts her chin upwards as if to invite him in for another. He leans back in.

As she throws her body over to the other side in an attempt to readjust her stiff muscles, her shoulder comes up and pops him in the face, leaving the prideful man shocked and confused. He's still not used to the nonchalant behavior he receives from her sometimes. He knows she isn't trying to be mean she simply isn't under the spell of what it is him; like other women always are.

The spell of Satoru Gojo.

Satoru was born into this world under a heavy clan name with even heavier chains of expectation. He was the first child of Gojo clan in over 300 years to inherit all of the clan's ancient techniques, something that would eventually make him untouchable by any other living being. Typically, if a child was born with shaman powers it would only surface upon the child's 6th year of age but Satoru's clan bears a rare technique called "the six eyes" that made his power evident the first time he opened his own, sealing his fate.

"You know you just shouldered me in the face, right? That hurt!" He teases knowing damn good and well it barely bothered him. Another Gojo family technique is the use of infinity. Through the molecular manipulation of absent space Satoru can determine an object's speed as well as the time and distance the object needs to reach him. Using this knowledge, he is able to manipulate the open spaces to increase the distance between himself and the object infinitely. This happens on such a minuscule scale that usually he has to brief his opponents that are curious enough to inquire. In relation to math, the slight increase of distance will always leave the object slowing, never reaching its target, ever. It's deemed as quite the explanation, his proof being the swelling eyes of his enemies, the awe that washes over them as they make sense of their fruitless battle, no longer questioning how their attacks never even grazed him. It fills him with so much pride to be reassured as the strongest, he always basks in this thought as he cultivates his counterattack, obliterating any trace they ever existed. Nothing that his mind perceives as dangerous will ever touch him. Ever.

Except her.

"Sati, I just want to sleep innnn…" she mumbled through the pillow she tucked her face into after feeling the angle of the mattress shift downward behind her, leading to the weight looming over her now.

"It's already 9 love, how much sleep do you expect me to let you have" He says seductively in her ear as he now slides his hands up the outer parts of her thigh, then to her hip slowly increasing the pressure of his hand until he grips her waist.

She rolls over onto her back slightly now, awakened by the way his voice dances in her ear. Tired or not she can never seem to deny the man. It's not like he's even too demanding, he just has a way of firing her up without effort; sometimes all it takes is a look. She always becomes so saturated with his energy, it's so overpowering that she often feels she can't even breathe. It's addicting. How did she even end up with this wonderful, beautiful, wonderfully beautiful man? She ponders on this as she stares into his blinding sky blue eyes, watching them search her as she does them.

"So you're awake now?" Satoru bears a devilish smirk.

Her eyes still haven't left his. She absolutely loves the way he looks when he succumbs to his lust. His premature silver locks rest in a disheveled manner above his ears, across his forehead, around his eyes. Oh my god, those eyes and the way his lids stand at half-mast devouring the image of his woman that lays before him. She can almost see the mischievous thoughts swirling in his mind, can almost taste his thirst.

He leans in toward to her closing the space between his clothed pelvis and her side lying rear as he slowly brushes his growing member against her backside. The hand that once gripped her waist is now trickling up her abdomen, grazing up between her breasts to finally rest in a soft latch around her throat. He holds her there as he bends down, pressing his lips against hers in delicate but deep manner.

"Mmmmm" the moan leaves her mouth only to be sucked into his. He fucking loves that. The sound registering in his ears causing him to twitch in an area below.

As she lays there twisted partially on her back, pinned into the pillow she once sought refuge from, she can't help but give herself over to Satoru; showing with her needing  expression just how willing she is to be his again in this moment. As his face hovers above hers, she bites her bottom lip in anticipation for the sensations that she knows shortly are going to overwhelm her. His gaze melts her as he continues to grind against her, bringing the hand that's trapped her throat back to her hip to stabilize as his movements intensify. His left arm that he was leaning back against now is brought up to cup the left side of her face, bringing his thumb to glide over her bottom lip; a small gasp sounding from deep in his chest.

"Love, stay just like that". The nuance of his authority makes her squirm and clench her thighs together in excitement.

He drags himself off of the bed to remove his sweatpants, revealing the smaller but not small member of his. He grabs himself as he again washes his eyes over her body, wondering, 'How is it I have the luck of being able to keep her?'. Flashes of memories he alone has of how their fates intertwined plays in his mind, the evil in his nature threatening to release as he recalls the knowledge she is left without. The chromatic light in his eyes slowly fades as an animalistic man now forms into the vessel that becomes him.

"Sati, what the hell are you doing back there? You wake me up and then you WAKE me up. You know I don't like to be teased." She says sarcastically as her expression morphs into something completely different, almost angelic.

Before she can sit up and turn her body around to see what delays him, she's shoved back down, head hitting the pillow and her back making contact with the bed so abruptly that the champagne sheets flutter like wings outward beneath her. He has her right where he wants her and she is right where she wants to be.

His once gentle hands rush to hike her midnight blue night slip that usually coasts along her thighs, not being able to withstand the pressure from his bulge anymore. Grabbing at the base of himself with his right hand he secures his left around her neck once again. Guiding his member to play with her exposed folds, he relishes at the sight of her. The visible proof of her love and desire for him leaking from his second favorite smile of hers as he glances up at her face to see his first.

She whimpers quietly as he draws lines between her most sensitive areas with his girth, each time daring to slip into her bare essence. Unable to move she begins to vocalize frustration with how he is prolonging the inevitable pleasure that they're both seeking, attempting to thrust her hips back into him hoping to steal his organ into her.

  "Is that what you want my love? Me inside of you?" He smirks as he cocks his head slightly upward, enjoying the praise, entering her slowly.

  She gasps at the feeling of being parted by her lover. It doesn't seem to matter how many times they come together like this, there's always that initial stretch that sends a mixture of sensations throughout her body. It always bends her soul in ways she could never physically contort. As she stares into his eyes through the view of her fluttering lashes, she watches him as he works himself in more. He throws his head back fully now, almost in disbelief as he feels her wrap around him, clenching at his movements as he burrows in deeper.

  "Elska…" Her name escapes his lips in a tender moan as he's now pressing his abdomen into her, unable to bury himself any further. He then backs out half way and begins to slowly, but deeply thrust back in. She lays there with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open as he pumps himself into her, loving the scene of watching her crumble already when he has just begun. Satoru understands what she is feeling though, it happens to him too whenever they are connected like this. Every time. What he has never been able to fully comprehend, however, is how an utterly powerful shaman such as herself could be reduced to such a vulnerable mess while beneath him. It's one of the first things that intrigued him when they first met, but she wouldn't know that now. She would never know how her defiance, rage, vulnerability, and kindness began to snap the evil coils that postured him for his entire life prior to having her. He shudders internally.

Hopefully she would never know.

  "Oh my god…Sati…I" He shushes her and then seals the direction given with a kiss, one where his tongue intrudes into her mouth. They writhe fluently against each other, becoming lost in what is only in front of them.

  "It's ok my love, you can let go...mmm…actually please do." He nearly whispers to her as he increases his pace, his stealthy voice contradicting his movements into her.

  She tenses up as the pressure in her assaulted area that intensifies as it sends her arms reaching up to grab at him, any part that she can manage to touch. His face leans into her palm, sweat glistening over his beautiful features as his thrusts echo crude noises into the room, the searing sound of flesh smacking against flesh.

When his eyes leave the canvas of her frame and meet hers, she is coincidentally thrown into her orgasm. The palm holding his cheek now grips his hair at the base of his head and she pulls him down into her, locking their lips as he breathes heavily, breaking away every now and then only for an unobstructed gasp. He watches her as her abdomen and legs slightly convulse in front of him, listens to her labored breathing and how it blends so beautifully with her moans. He really was never going to let her go, the things she does to him…and the things she lets him do to her.

"…Fuck" he groans to the thoughts in his mind and the visuals before him, the woman he is in. His movements becoming sloppy, he continues to adorn her with the kisses she is still trying to pull from him as he chases his own release.

Watching him pant and scrunch his face in pleasure is the best sight for her, it makes her feel like a goddess knowing he feels that good with her. She would almost feel shy about it in the moment if she weren't already on full display for him, taking him in and coaxing him with low words to reach his orgasm.

**KNOCK KNOCK**

"For fucks sake…go the fuck away!" He howls at the apartment door. Now intensifying his ramming. 'God damnit, I'm almost there...almost...', soaring through his mind, his determination to finish being his only goal now.

The door handle turns slowly and both of their eyes widen at the sight that the door is unlocked.

"Gojooooo! I'm coming in!" a familiar voice warns.

"No DON'T!" Elska shrieks in horror. As Satoru continues, clenching his grip on her and whispers a sultry "fuuuck".

The door opens slowly to show a shocked Toji Fushiguro, a fellow colleague from the world her and Satoru share.

"I told you…to go…the fuck...awaaaay…" Satoru manages out as he gifts her uncovered body with his juices, still slowly thrusting as he turns towards Toji.

"What are you staring at?" Gojo hisses, feeling Toji's mind drinking in the images of his Elska. His love.

Toji's lingering eyes dart away from Elska who is now cowering under the sheets in an attempt to shield her body…just not fast enough. That's fine with him. Toji always thought she was gorgeous but now he knows.

"Yes uhhh well meet me downstairs in the foyer," He clears his throat, exposing a more serious and gathered tone. "There's been an attack."