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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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."

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With an amount of surprise, Hanzo stood there in the doorway taking in the view. His eyes followed the curves and athletic form of his wife contrasted by the outfit she was wearing that made him think of aggression and fighting. He started nodding his approval as he stepped further towards her.

"Oh yes. That is sexy. Very sexy, Sonya." He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt, then pulled it off. Even though it hadn't been long since they'd made love, he felt a strong hunger to have her again. "It's perfect."

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She felt herself relax at his reaction-relax, even as her own lust started building at seeing him bare chested before her.

This was going to be a fun night for them both.

Sonya waited until he was at the edge of their bed before pulling him on top of her, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Her free arm wrapping around his shoulders as she pressed herself against him, even more aware that under the mantle she was all but naked.

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Sonya's lust set off a reaction in Hanzo. He kissed her back fiercely, but then grabbed her wrists and pinned her down to the bed while he kissed her again. He didn't keep her pinned, though. He let go quickly after their lips parted, and he rolled her over then slid his hands up and down along her skin and outfit.