BlueMoon Goddess: Okay when I first did fanfiction I already knew that certain anime's I liked I would do and some I wouldn't do. Of course this anime I knew I would NEVER do. I love to read it but I would never write it because I wouldn't know what to write about and I would worry that the characters would be too OOC. But hey in most fanfics characters are usually OOC so who really cares. However after I read this book I bought years ago and finally got the chance to read it, I thought to myself as I was reading it, "OMG this totally screams fanfic for Kisshu and Ichigo!"

So I decided to break-away from my InuYasha and Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfics (since that's the anime I like to stick to more) and try my hand at doing Tokyo Mew Mew and a Kisshu and Ichigo story at that. Now again this is my first time dealing with Tokyo Mew Mew so be nice in the reviews. Critics are welcome but no flames please. And before I get into the story, there are some points that I need to make:

Point 1: This is an M rated story so expect lots and lots of hot lemony goodness!

Point 2: Most of the characters WILL be a bit OOC, especially Ichigo and maybe Kisshu in some aspects. But I'll do my best and stick to their personalities and character.

Point 3: Kisshu is not an alien in this fic. Yea I know some of you are probably mad about that, but don't worry cause he will still have some of his features, mainly his eyes.

Point 4: The characters are going to be older and here to help is how their ages are: Ichigo, Mint, Moe and Miwa are 20. Masaya Aoyama and Retasu are 21, and Kisshu is 22

And I think that's all the points that need to be made, so let's finally get onto my first Tokyo Mew Mew fic, happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew or its character's they all belong to Mia Ikumi and Reiko Yoshida. Also, all credit for the plot goes to Kayla Perrin's book 'Obsession' since this is where the story comes from.

Summary: After Aoyama confesses to an affair, Ichigo's anger leaves her livid and heartbroken, unable to process his attempt to repair the damage by suggesting she have a tryst of her own. Soon though, with a bit of encouraging from her friends, the idea of sex as retaliation begins to intrigue her, and it just might be what she needs before she can forgive Aoyama. And hooking up with Kisshu who's willing to push the limits of Ichigo's needs fits perfectly. Ichigo's greediness for Kisshu was always about experiencing intensity in the moment, but soon the affair runs its course and now it's time for her to focus on her future…with Aoyama. Except Kisshu is convinced he can't live without her. And one way or another he will have Ichigo, even if it means exacting revenge of his own.


The tip of the feather inched its way along her bottom lip. Such a light, wispy touch, but it sent a jolt of heat through her body causing her to part her lips and emit a shuddery moan. Another stroke. This time across her upper lip. Her naked body quivered. Quivered with anticipation of the pleasure that was to come.

The feather traveled lower, over her chin, then crossed the expanse of her neck from left to right. Right to left, all with agonizing slowness. Then it stopped…abruptly. Five seconds went by... she held her breath, waiting for what would come next. The blindfold over her eyes prompted her from seeing, but also heightened her sense of excitement. She could hear every sound in the room, smell everything. Mostly, she heard only her own raspy breaths and the whirring of the ceiling fan above the bed. But she could smell the desire in the room, clinging to drops of warm moisture in the air. She could smell the sweat dampening his skin. The scent was musky and heady.

And very arousing.

When the feather caressed her pert nipple, her body jerked, making her wrists and ankles pull against the ties that bound her to the bed.

"Do you like that?" He asked her.

"Yes." She responded, surprised to find her voice faint. "Yes." She repeated, louder this time.

Once again, nothing. Her hips writhed. She groaned softly. She was eager for his touch now, desperate for it.

"Patience, kitten." He murmured.

"Easy for you to say." She told him. "You have total control over my body right now."

"Have I disappointed you before?" He asked.

"No." She answered honestly. "Never."

"And I won't disappoint now."

The feather touched down between her rib cage, then traveled south, where it dipped into her belly button. It continued its lazy journey into her strip of hair covering her mound then stopped, just when she wanted it most.

She whimpered. "Please…don't make me beg."

He didn't say a word. Several seconds passed and nothing. She strained to hear past the sound the ceiling fan was making. Soft footfalls on the carpet, then the creaking of a bedroom door.

'What? Was he leaving me here?' She thought, almost in a panic. She counted ten more seconds and when he didn't return, she began to struggle against the ties that bound her. The headboard rattled as she pulled and yanked, futilely. The knots were too tight preventing her escape.

And then she heard the sound of footsteps again, he was coming back into the room. She exhaled audibly.

"Look at you." He said. "Your body is writhing. Did you think I was going to leave you here while I went and watched TV or something?"

She didn't answer. She suddenly felt very foolish. She had been afraid that he'd left her there, totally exposed and helpless to escape until he freed her. She'd been under his complete control before, yet this was the first time she'd felt such a moment of panic.

'Why?' She began to wonder. 'Because he seemed different today. From the moment I'd arrived I could sense a certain intensity level in his looks and his touch. Something…darker.'

"I wouldn't leave you." He said. "I would never leave you. You and I, we're connected in a way we can't control."

She swallowed. Did she sense something menacing in his tone? Or was she a little unnerved because she was bound and blindfolded? How could a person be unnerved and extremely aroused at the same time?

"Do you trust me?" He asked. He was very close to her now. Maybe a foot away. She could tell by the sound of his voice.

She gyrated her hips, a motion that would please him given the view he had of her pussy with her legs spread the way they were. "Touch me." She said, her chest heaved with each breath. "Touch me before I die."

"Do you trust me?" He repeated, and she felt the weight of his body on the bed but couldn't tell where he was.

"Yes…yes, I trust you."

"Completely?" He asked, his warm breath suddenly tickling her clit, that act alone almost made her explode.

"Yes, yes, completely. I trust you, please touch me. Please…" She cried out when something cold and wet stroked her clit. The sensation had her confused. She was expecting the warmth of his tongue. The cold and wet brushed against her inner thigh now and she finally placed what it was. An ice cube.

He stroked her pussy again with the ice cube, her nub clenched and her hips jerked.

"I wonder if I could make you come like this." He said softly and stroked her with the ice again.

"I don't know, it feels good…but it's so cold…"

The bed squeaked as he got up. 'Where was he going now?' She thought. "No, please." She started to protest.

His lips brushed against hers. They were cold and wet, from the ice. Her body writhed, her not so subtle cue that she wanted him, on top on her, inside her, fucking her until she collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

He kissed her jaw, then trailed his tongue to her earlobe and suckled. He then whispered to her. "Do you love me?"

"You know I love everything that you do to me." She quickly replied, and that was the absolute truth. She craved this man's touch in a way she wasn't sure was healthy. "Even if you make me wait for it."

The cube of ice circled her nipple and her flesh tightened instantly. A moment later she felt the flick of his hot tongue. Just a flick though, not nearly enough. She arched her back pushing her breasts forward.

"Do you love me?" He repeated.

Slowly she lowered her back. 'He is different today.' She thought. She didn't know why he was suddenly asking her about love, knowing her situation. Knowing the circumstances under which they'd come together.

"I know you love this." He began stroking her clit with his thumb, back and forth…back and forth.

"Mmm…yes…I love that." She began to pant, close to the edge of release. "I can never get enough of your hands on me."

"What about my tongue?" He adjusted his body between her legs and she bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation. The moment his tongue came down on her, her hips bucked and she started to whimper.

"Ohhh…mmph, I love your tongue. I can't get enough of it, ooohhh."

He suckled her until she was crying from the pleasure and on the verge of exploding he then pulled back, denying her need for release.

"No, no…please." She begged. "I need you, please I need–"

"Do you love me?" He asked again.

"Yes!" She cried out. "I love you. I love you."

"Oh honey, I love you too." Hastily he untied her legs and hooked them over his shoulders and began to devour her. He sucked, he nibbled, buried his tongue inside her. He ate greedily as though her pussy was the last meal he would ever have.

Her whole body convulsed as her orgasm gripped her, gripped her harder than anything she'd ever experienced before. It zapped her of her energy, stole her breath. Left her shuddering as though a speeding train had just rocketed through her body.

Even through her pleasure, she was aware that something had changed between them.

She just wasn't sure it was for the better.


BlueMoon Goddess: Well what do you think of the prologue? I was actually going to make this a chapter and make it longer but I decided against it. Gotta keep you wanting more. Since this doesn't really give much detail (though technically it does in a sense you have an idea on what's going to happen in the future), I might put up another chapter next week to get things going. So look out for the next chapter, until then! ^_^

BlueMoon Goddess: So what do you think? Like it, love it, trash it (hopefully that's not the case). But hey it's only the first chapter so of course nothing big is gonna happen yet You gotta stick around for the future chapters to come until the good stuff happens, so until next time guys! ^_^