Limo escape [for Sonya]

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Hanzo had prided himself on humanizing himself from the undead specter he once was, but he had never been fond of crowds. Maybe this had been the same for him when he was alive. A spontaneous escape from the throng of mostly teens are twenty-somethings seemed to be a really great idea. Hanzo took a beer for the road as he and Sonya exited the festivities and boarded a private limousine.

The limo was excellent. It was quiet and isolated from the bustle of the large city around them. Times Square and the packed throng of people started falling into the distance. The interior was comfortable and well appointed. He stretched out his arm across the back of the seat, and behind his wife.

"Now this is a nice change of scenery from living in a hut with small children."

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"You won't hear me complaining." She said.

She unzipped the back of the dress, reaching down a little more to unhook her bra-this would be over doing it a little even for car sex, but,hell, why not go all the way.

Sonya took a deep breath after slipping to top part of her dress off.

Her mouth then returned to kiss Hanzo's neck, her hands moving to work at his pants.

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As Sonya slipped her top off, Hanzo grabbed her bra, pulled it off her, and tossed it to the side. He sat back and looked at Sonya's face while she undid his pants. Once loosened, he pushed them down as Sonya lifted up from his legs for a moment.

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She still had her underwear one. What they were about to do was strictly impulsive and not something she planned on.

Once he was freed, Sonya pulled his hands up her skirt, along her thighs up to her waist. The sensation he'd feel was that the stockings her wore only went up to her thighs-this may've been impulsive, but only to an extent.

"Suddenly I don't feel like getting up from you." She said, grinning.

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The smoothness of the stockings and Sonya's toned legs underneath were wonderful to feel. His hands desired more, and they kept roaming around her body, taking in every inch, and even starting to feel her up through her underwear.

"I like you right where you are."

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Sonya felt her body arch up against his hands, his touch making her hot.

Then he started feeling her through her underwear, earning him a sigh and a jerking movement from her hips.

"Tear them off then." She said, her voice hurried, hoarse. "Move them aside..want..to feel you."

As emphases, she reached between them, taking hold of his shaft and started stroking him off.

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The other options paled when there was her first suggestion. Plus, clothes were free here. There was no hesitation at all when he grabbed hold of her underwear and savagely ripped them. It took two tears before he could take them right off and cast them aside.

Feeling barbaric still, he took hold of her shoulder and brought her breast to his mouth and began licking and sucking on her as he continued getting stroked.

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She cried out when he tore off the garment. Far from fear though, she cried out from just the savagery of the act, her hips rocking up against him in encouragement.

The cry turned to a grasp when he grabbed her, her breast turning taunted and sensitive against his mouth.

None of them noticed that the limo driver was still driving around-the traffic was slow enough during the evening.

Not that she would've cared either way.

Her hand moved from his shaft to his shoulders. "Fuck me...fuck me hard."

She didn't often talk dirty to him, but his mood seemed contagious at this point.

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Hanzo grabbed Sonya's body and lifted it right over himself, and held her for a moment poised with his tip just pressing but not yet entering her. Then he pulled her down hard onto him with a grunt.

He turned his head and looked at her intently with his hands holding her sides firmly. He guided her in rough motions up and down on him, while moving his hips at the same time.

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She let out a shuddering breath, her sex aching as he steadied her. It came out in a pleasured groan when he plunged himself inside her and she could feel her sex clenching tight around him.

Her eyes were half lidded as she caught her breath, reveling in the feel of his hands on her, the feel of him being lifted in and out of her. She tensed her legs around him, using the leverage to rock her hips against his, to follow along with the motions of his hands.

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Sonya's clear pleasure drove him further. Hanzo kept his grip and used his strength to drive her up and down on him roughly. The sensation of each thrust fueled his lust for more. His breathing came heavily, and he grunted softly with each impact of his wife landing on his lap.

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The heat seemed to envelope her, though she was unsure if it was from the heat of the car or the heat of their passion. She only knew that she could feel herself starting to sweat, her lower muscles tensing as the pleasure built up inside her. Already she could feel him getting thicker with each thrust, filling her completely and her own inner walls clenching against him.

It wasn't long before her breath became hard and heady as his own.

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Sweat was now coming from all of the effort he was putting into this. He kept driving himself into her with strength. He wanted this time to be one to remember. He could only keep up this pace so long, however, before the sensations would overcome him.

He could feel the shape and frame of her body as they moved together. He felt her own passion building. It would be long now.

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He was thrusting into her so hard and fast that Sonya could feel her insides being rubbed raw-and she loved how it felt.

A final thrust finally sent her over the edge, her body tensing around his and she let out a cry as an orgasm coursed through her.

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"Yes!" he growled as he felt Sonya peaking. It was like victory. He maintained the pace throughout Sonya's orgasm.

After he heard her breathing settle back down to a more normal pace, Hanzo changed position slightly to concentrate more on finishing himself off. As he knew, it didn't take long. He suddenly faltered and gasped as his own peak came to him.

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She forced herself to breath as Hanzo continued lifting herself up and down his shaft, her body sweating from the heat, lust and exertion.

If the orgasm made her freeze up, feeling Hanzo come inside her nearly made her keel over, her thighs clenching tight around his legs.

When it was over, she fell onto him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Ughh...fuck."

Strange choice of words, but it seemed appropriate.

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"Fuck is right," Hanzo said as he looked at Sonya's face and ran a hand through her hair. "You are one hot fuck, Sonya. I don't think I've ever had a better start to a year than that."

He felt relaxed sitting there with Sonya on his lap, and with himself still inside her.

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Sonya couldn't help but laugh.

"Such language coming from you." She could hardly call herself offended though, given the grin she couldn't stop from wearing.

She did pull herself up, though it was a matter of effort given that his lap was very comfortable.

"Back to the hotel then.." She winks at him: endorphins and afterglow making her almost drunk. "A lot more room..and I've a slight surprise waiting for you."

She said nothing about it otherwise-indeed she wasn't even sure how he'd react when he saw what she had planned-but she was in too good of a mood to worry.

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Hanzo gave Sonya a sidelong glance. "A surprise? I didn't think the night could get much better."

He didn't feel any urge to put back any clothes on yet. The windows were all tinted, and he felt comfortable, even powerful, in his own skin.

"Do I get any hints?"

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"What, you really thought we were just going to sleep in the hotel room?" If that was the case they may've as well just stayed home.

Sonya slipped on the top part of the dress before zipping it up. She then went for her boots.

His glance earned him a sly smirk. "Very well, you get one in two words: wedding night."

The smirk grew into a full on grin as she laced up her boots while telling the driver that this was their stop.

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Hanzo nodded with a very pleased look on his face. "We're in for quite a memorable night, then."

As the driver maneuvered to their stop, Hanzo finally started getting dressed, slipping on his suit jacket only after standing up outside of the car.

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She hoped that was the case. Truthfully what she had planned could go either really fun or really terrible depending on how he took it.

Sonya pulled on her jacket, leading Hanzo inside to their hotel building. The penthouse suite was (sadly) already taken by the time they checked in, but the place was so high class that they were still able to get a suite for the night.

Inside the elevator, Sonya just barely managed to restrain from showing any excitement or nerves.

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The hotel was high class, a place he and his wife could truly appreciate the lack of money in. Standing in the elevator, Hanzo took a glance at Sonya. "You look anxious," he ventured.

Perhaps Sonya had a bigger surprise than he'd been expecting.

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"Would you believe me if I told you I normally hate surprises-both giving and receiving them."

Even if she didn't tell him, it would've been obvious by now. Several years of marriage and she hinted about wanting a surprise birthday or running an idea by him: even if he didn't agree with it or she didn't really take his advice, she discussed it with him atleast.

The elevator stopped at the floor and she lead him down to their room, opening the door inside. Their suite consisted of a main room, just separated from their bedroom, then bathroom.

The image made her smirk at him. "Give me five minutes, then come into the bedroom."

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Sonya not liking surprises wasn't something she had specifically said before, but it was something he could've guessed. He thought that finding out about Shang Tsung, the Tournament, and everything related to that wouldn't have made Sonya exactly warm to the idea of surprises.

He agreed to Sonya's request with a "Sure," and a nod. As he waited, he looked around this expensive room. There was a large television, some comfortable chairs and couch, and even a small kitchenette. He curiously checked the fridge and shelves while Sonya's five minutes elapsed. After the wait, he stepped to the door and knocked before opening the door.

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It was during one of their rare mornings off, when he was away and she herself was doing their laundry. Nostalgia (or maybe a sick sort of homesickness) compelled her to look through some of their old clothing from home, pulling out her worn uniform and finding a more ceremonial version of his clan uniform-this one of more simple design and made of smooth silk and cotton rather than a heavier fabric.

Their plans for New Years already set and still remembering their anniversary-she quickly went with the idea before she could second guess herself. Hanzo came to her on their wedding night in his uniform-why not it be the same for her and him. She only hoped he wouldn't be offended.

She quickly stripped out of the dress, even her underwear, leaving on her stockings, before sliding on the yellow mantle, the garment just covering her breasts and waist.

At five minutes, Hanzo would've found her on the bed, wearing nothing but thigh high stockings and the yellow mantle of his ninja uniform.

"What'd you think? Wanted something special."