A story I had in my old ancient procrastinator archive of unpublished/unfinished fanfics.

-shakes head at self- ~Blair

Chapter 1

The sounds of voices with underlying dramatic music echoed throughout the room, which was lit only by the electric glow of the flat screen telly. It was a quiet winter evening and the two occupying the living room had settled in on this cozy Friday night to spend some quality time together.

However, as irony revealed itself, the telly ended up watching the two on the couch as their attention was diverted from the old 90's horror film and was, instead, placed on each other. Kyrie lay pinned to the couch, eyes closed and brows furrowed as she felt warmth and chills flowing up and down her spine. Her imagination was going wild and she was feeling overwhelmed in the moment, she didn't know what to do or think. Well...she did think one thing.

'I love him so much...' she kept saying in her mind repeatedly.

Her dainty hands ran all over his back and through his hair as he planted gentle kisses on her neck. With every contact of his lips, it felt like her neck was on fire. He lay comfortably between her legs with his full weight resting against her. She blushed ferociously as she thought about how their bodies touched. Almost wishing they were...

'No. Stop it.' Kyrie thought.

Kyrie didn't even want to introduce any kind of what-ifs; no more than she was already contending with that is. She had made up in her mind that she would wait until they were married. They both agreed. Point blank. No exceptions. However, a rendezvous like this was not making it easy. Not by a long shot.

Kyrie let out a soft moan before his name pushed it's way out of her lips.

"Nero..." her voice echoed out.

His snowy hair felt like silk as it danced onto her reddened cheeks when he moved his head slightly to lock eyes with her. Kyrie could see the nearly drunken passion in his eyes as he looked at her.

"What's wrong?" Nero breathed out.

His face was totally red and the blush ran all the way down his otherwise ivory neck, disappearing into the collar of his t-shirt. Kyrie found herself at a loss of words as she got lost in his hypnotic blue eyes. Her lips were parted, but English did not find its way out. Nero leaned in, softly kissing her pink lips as he grabbed one of her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. He furrowed his brows and tilted his head slightly as Kyrie lay there, still and speechless.

Kyrie's mind was going a million miles a minute. She wanted his kisses, she liked where they were, but she feared that if they continued eventually passion would capture them both, stripping them of their clothes and driving them to do the forbidden. Kyrie knew Nero was confused but she still couldn't remember what she wanted to say. She swallowed hard as she saw his eyes float down her body. And when she didn't speak, she guessed he took that as an invitation to pick up where he left off...

Kyrie's eyes clenched shut as his lips made contact with her neck once again, but this time, accompanied by his hand on her thigh. Her breath hitched as she felt his tongue slide up her neck. She let out a cry as she impulsively wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, encouraging him to keep going. She heard him grunt softly and felt his hand slip up under her over sized T-shirt, and rest on her shorts at the hip.

'Oh no,' she thought, 'I have to...'

Her thoughts were interrupted as he connected their lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

'He tastes so...sweet' she thought as she let out a frustrated moan and ran her delicate fingers through his hair.

Nero moaned and smacked her thigh when she gently gripped his tresses, but instead of letting go, she felt him squeeze as his hand made contact. Kyrie arched her back and pulled her lips away from his as she let out a passionate cry at the impact of his hand.

Nero hissed and tightened his grip, closing his eyes as her body pressed harder against his.

"Kyrie..." he responded in a husky voice.

Biting his lip, he looked down at her. She stared back up at him trying hard to not plead with her eyes what she knew she needed not to plead for. The longer they locked eyes, the more she thought she saw what was a mix of passion and confliction swirling in his. Then she suddenly felt him move his hips ever so subtly. Adjusting herself, she continued staring intently into his eyes as she felt him move again, sending a shiver through her body.

Her mind went blank and without thinking, she felt herself push her hips back against his. After a beat, he pushed again and she repeated. Before she knew it, they slowly and nervously began grinding on one another as Nero lowered his head and started kissing her neck again.

Kyrie knew they needed to stop this. This was getting really dangerous for them both and she knew that sin was crouching at their door, waiting to devour them in the blink of an eye. But for some reason she felt like she couldn't stop herself. The more she tried, the more her body resisted and cried out for him.

As their movements became slightly more aggressive, she found herself moaning at the feelings she began experiencing.

'Please stop.' she begged herself in her mind. This was not okay and she knew it. Fear slowly crept its way into her mind.

"Nero..." she said aloud, "we have to st-" Kyrie was cut off as she felt him push harder.

She realized his feelings were threatening to overpower him in this moment too. She loved him so much and wanted him so badly, but not like this. Not before they got married. Suddenly, waiting felt very difficult and she wanted to cry because the feelings were so strong.

'God help me...' Kyrie thought.

She knew she needed the strength to stop this and not end up giving herself to him right then and there. Surely, the strength to do this could not possible come from her as her body was pushing her further to venture into the uncharted and dangerous territory of fornication.

"Nero... we... have to stop." She finally forced those words out as she grabbed Nero in order to still him.

Nero suddenly froze and pulled back to look at her. Kyrie felt tears pooling in her eyes as he looked at her but she fought back the urge to cry. These feelings are the toughest ones to fight, but Kyrie knew it was for the best that they not give in too soon. Wisdom had taught her that it was more blessed to wait until their union before consummating and becoming one with him.

"Kyrie..." Nero said as his hands reached up and cupped her cheek.

Kyrie stared at him and held his hand to her face. She saw his eyes darting back and forth before he looked away with a sad expression on his face.

"I'm so sorry..." he said.

Nero slowly pulled away from her, and stood up from the couch. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. Kyrie felt a cold rush of air on her legs when he separated from her and she straightened her shirt as she sat up.

"I'm so sorry..." Nero repeated lowly as he looked down at the floor.

"Nero..." Kyrie began.

Without a doubt she knew in her heart that he was blaming himself for what had just almost occurred. She couldn't let him do that, not when she had been just as guilty as him. Maybe more...

"It's okay, we just got a little carried away that's all." Kyrie tried to emphasize her inclusion in their moment of weakness as best as she could.

But Nero didn't respond. He only turned his head slightly to look at her. After a moment of silence, Nero finally spoke.

"You were about to cry..."

Kyrie didn't know what to say. She was hoping he hadn't noticed that, but apparently he did. Nero's silent gaze lingered a bit longer before he turned and began walking out of the room towards the hallway.

"Nero, where are you going?" Kyrie said as she stood up to follow him, but he kept walking away...

She heard his bedroom door close in the distance and she felt a small pain in her heart. Slowly sitting back down on the couch, she brought her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees.

'What just happened? Why did he leave like that?' Kyrie thought to herself.

She knew Nero had a tendency to be hard on himself and wondered if he believed he was the blame for her tears... But instead of opening up about it, he put up his walls and hid his emotions. Kyrie hated when he did that, because she knew it was not good for him. Enough was enough, she felt like she had to do something about this, before stress took a toll on him.