I Wish I could lie to you and say that I am getting to old for this but really, when I am listening to Reggaeton or songs in general all I can think of is battle scenes or gushy romantic song-fics to go along with it. Ridicule no?

For my DBZ readers! Thank you so much for putting up with my stories and waiting as long as you have for my updates on piccolo.

I am going to switch it up a bit. This story takes place after the Fatal Fury series. The characters emotions and behavior are based on what i've seen (or like to have seen!)

With a beer proudly in my hand I present to you guys.

I dont own Mai Shirinui or any of the fighters from KOF.

The storyline however, is mine sucker faces!

Will of the Wisp.

Mai pursed her lips, huddling her trench coat around her frame. This time of year Japan, primarily Okinawa was freezing. She trembled, disgusted with herself. Heart racing, lipstick applied and wearing nothing but that coat and those heels, hair pinned as to keep it out of the way. His Apartment, Her incentive. She buzzed the ringer much to her own disappointment.

The Door flung open and all at once she was greeted with lips, arms lifting her in an embrace that made her mouth water, body ache and heart sink. All at once. She shuddered, her fingers ripping his bandana from his head, a flurry of blonde hair carefully sculpted back. She melted into him feeling his arm tense with the force of their furious embrace.

3am.

She lay awake while he lay fast asleep. She traced the scares on his belly, the wonderment of it was an easy 5'10, blue eyes, blonde hair. He would of been gangly had it not been for the muscle that poured contours all over his body. Her need rumbled within her and she held herself.

Andy.. she mused, tears welting in her eyes. I'm So sorry. She choked on a sob bringing the back of her hand up to her lips. Curling her fingers at the vulgarities that plagued her. She fought the night thoughts, careful to not wake the sleeping form that lay beneath her.

A hand gently snaked around her naked waist and pulled her closer. As quickly as her tears had come all at once they were dissipated into a slur of lips, tongue and fingers that lapped the shame away. Mai was only left with the heavens to grab, stars to go supernova and implode. After the 4th or 5th time she sat up once more, he smiled at her coyly from his comfortable pose. He looked about as comfortable as a cheshire cat.

"Shall we take this to your place, Darling?" His thick british accent purred feathering his fingers to her thigh. Nestling his wrist there.

"Not tonight." She muttered coldly.

Unaffected by her pseudo disinterest he grinned then stuck out is tongue teasingly.

"Cant have Buddy Boy smellin' mai cologne on ye?" In an instant Mai had him pinned, dagger to his throat, arms above his head.

"You ever utter a word.."

He chuckled haughtily, wiggling his torso beneath her.

"Now, why would I go and ruin a good thing?"

Mai pondered this on her walk home. Hands stuffed in her coat pockets, she could still smell him on her. Growling as she entered her apartment she kicked off her heels, tore her raincoat from her body before realizing her undergarments were gone. still, back of the house where she had established their illicit affair.