"Apologies, I'm not a very good cook.", you handed Jin a bowl of steaming stew.

The food that Yuriko had given you for the journey would last for two, maybe three days. Water was much scarcer, but at that moment you were just happy not to be starving.

Jin sat next to you by the fire with his legs crossed. He had been watching the whole time, watching you cook and trying to speak as much as he could. His tongue was still heavy but with every word his sentences became more fluid.

"Hm~!", a hum made his chest quiver as he took his first bite. "Not bad for not being a good cook."

He gave you a smile. Laughing softly, you gave him a look.

"I sew wounds better than I cook.", you said teasingly. "Speaking of which."

He looked down at himself. All he had thrown on quickly was the jacket of his samurai armour. His chest was clearly visible underneath.

And every single bandage. At first glance, they looked better than the days before. Nevertheless, some areas were still bleeding through. Red soaked the white fabric.

"If this goes on, I won't have any more bandages for you.", you mumbled, staring at his chest.

His gaze travelled over your face but you didn't look away. Something about him held you captive. Little black hairs grew across his chest, in a thin line down between his abs until you didn't dare look any further.

"Stop staring.", he grumbled.

Torn from your thoughts, you blinked. The wooden spoon was still half dangling between your lips. All of a sudden your head was spinning. Everything got hot.

"Forgive me.", you mumbled.

But you still couldn't take your eyes off him. Something about this man fascinated you, held your interest. Your eyes liked him. But he also managed to satisfy your soul.

It was such a strange feeling. After everything you had been through back then, it was still impossible not to feel attracted to Jin. For a very long time you had thought you would never be able to feel something like that again. But at that moment it was so similar to that time that it scared you.

Jin had never done anything to make you feel like that.

"And I get told off for staring...", he suddenly muttered to himself.

You were torn from your thoughts again. His voice was like a blade at your throat. But it wasn't held by an enemy, but by someone you wanted to kiss, whose body you wanted pressed against yours.

He looked much healthier now. He would probably feel warmer to the touch than he did last night. You quickly close your eyes and shake off all thoughts.

"I wasn't raised well.", you replied with a shrug and took another bite.

He looked up at you. He frowned at first before snorting.

"That's barbaric behaviour.", he said in a teasing tone. "Maybe you are Mongolian after all."

You had to laugh. Then you sighed and threw your head back.

"I'm just a woman...", you rubbed your aching shoulders. "Aren't we all just well behaved animals?"

He curled his lips in amusement.

"I'm a samurai. And samurai behave honourably."

Now you had to laugh even harder. With the movement of your shoulders, one of your sleeves slipped down, exposing (S/C) skin.

The glow of the fire was reflected in it, making you glow as if the flames were coming from deep within you. Jin's eyes widened at the sight. A trembling, almost silent gasp escaped your lips.

"Amaterasu...", he whispered.

You didn't know this expression.

All of a sudden, the light of the fire sparkled in your eyes. Deep in thought, you put the bowl down on the floor. Strands of your (H/C) hair played around your ears.

As you slowly turned to face him, your sleeve was still hanging over your shoulder, low enough for him to get a good look at your cleavage.

His fingers tightened around the bowl he still held. But a shadow had begun to spread in his brown eyes. Slowly, on all fours, you approached him, a veil of seduction clouding the (E/C) of your eyes.

At that moment, you didn't think, just let your feelings run free.

"Honourable behaviour.", you whispered in a seductively husky voice. "Is that what you call it when you stare at a woman?"

You tilted your head, the fabric of the kimono slipped so far behind that he could see right to the corners of your breasts. The light kissed your skin, leaving every inch of it glowing.

I... was just...", he didn't find the right words.

Swallowing hard, Jin put his bowl down and leaned back slightly as you came so close to him that his breath brushed over your neck.

Without a word, you looked at each other, your gaze clouded and his burning like the flames. A hoarse breath escaped him. He seemed surprised and yet he didn't flinch, didn't say a word to reject you.

"Tell me, does your honour allow you to be who you want to be?", you whispered to him, your lips a finger's breadth apart. "Are you allowed to desire like everyone else? Can you give in and just be a well-behaved animal like the rest of us? Does your honour as a samurai allow that, lord Sakai?"

He swallowed hard again. His eyes were glued to your lips. Every breath he took was hot on your cheeks, felt like he had to pull everything inside him to behave.

"No.", he finally whispered hoarsely, his gaze travelling along your neckline so deep into your cleavage that there was hardly any room for imagination. "But right now I'm just a man."

Suddenly he grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you close.

His lips were as soft, as full as you had imagined. He tasted of salty rice, of blood and honour. Your eyes immediately closed and you leaned into the kiss.

It wasn't long before his tongue was caressing your lips, asking politely, literally begging to be let in. You let him wait a moment and sat up to place your hands on his cheeks.

As you got closer and closer to him, one of his hands left your face and swung round your waist. He pulled you against him with firm pressure. Your half-exposed chest met his.

His skin seemed to burn under your touch.