((This one shot was inspired kwa the book: the Luxe ))

wewe heaved an audible sigh of relief as wewe finally got the chance to walk up to your room. Who knew that the grand ball your best friend Penelope threw could take so much out of you? Lifting your heavy shepherdess costume dress and walking up the grand staircase in which led to your room, wewe took a last glance at your mother and your sister, Haruhi. It was quite sad that wewe couldn’t speak your mind to them like wewe used to, back when wewe were little.
Finally approaching the door that led to your bedroom, wewe put your hand on the elaborate dhahabu doorknob and turned it, walking inside the bedroom once the door was open. The walls of your room were painted a brilliant blue, and on each ukuta there was some sort of beautiful artifact that was a part of the décor. Noticing that your maid, Lina, wasn’t waiting there to groom wewe for the night, wewe sighed. Sometimes she was so lazy! Shaking your head in disapproval, wewe walked to the golden Japanese screen and went behind it, undoing the ribbons at the back of your dress and lifting the heavy thing from your body. Only dressed in your bloomers and corset, wewe also undid the blasted corset in which had been suffocating wewe the whole night. Finally undressed, wewe slipped your thin fabriced nightgown on, along with your slippers.
Walking quickly to your dresser, wewe brushed your hair and tried to find a way to pass the time before you’d finally get to see Him again.


Finally deciding that it was late enough and that your aunt, mother and sister were asleep, wewe put on your silk kimono your deceased father had aliyopewa you, tied the sash, and slipped silently out of your room. Walking as fast and quiet as wewe can, wewe went down the servant stairs and into the kitchen, not noticing your maid crouched down on the floor as wewe went.
Walking out to the horse stables, wewe looked around quietly and whispered your love’s name.
“ Mori? Mori are wewe there?” Finally seeing his silhouette in the small loft that was his room, wewe walked up to the ladder that led to it. Looking at him with lust in your eyes, wewe put your foot on the first step of the ladder, not caring about the splintery wood of it.
“Hi, _______.” Mori looked at wewe with his emotionless face as wewe climbed the inayofuata step of the ladder. “ Let any boys touch you?”
Looking at him with great care, wewe slightly rolled your eyes. “ Mori, wewe know that all of the men I dance with at balls have none of my interest.”
“I know, but the thought of all of those men touching wewe in places just gets me so angered… I mean, they all have money, and I don’t….”
Looking at him like he was crazy, wewe answered his response. “Mori, I don’t care about the money! I upendo you!”
Seeming satisfied with your response, Mori stretched out his long, strong arms, and lifted you, walking over to the space where his kitanda was and lowering wewe onto it. Going on all fours on juu of you, Mori traced your body shape with his hands, which sent a wave of shivers down your back. Unwrapping your kimono, wewe watched with much interest as Mori put a trail of hot kisses down your neck, collarbone and jaw, speaking before he gave wewe a lustful kiss on the lips.
“Miss _______, I do think I believe wewe upendo me.”