Title: Sleeper Hit
Characters: IlyaxShirou sorta.
Word Count: 545
Summary: You try being and 18-year-old with a 12-year-old –body!
A/N: I always wondered you know...
Disclaimer: I'll only say, err, type this once! I don't own Fate/Stay Night or related items.
She smirked as her eyes laid on her pray. He was just sitting there doing homework, but she was going to rock his world. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and made her way over to him.
"Hey Shirou."
He looked her way and she smiled to herself, this was going to be sooo easy! She walked over and leaned over looking at Shirou's face while supporting herself on his legs. She smirked as he looked down her chest. 'Pervert' she thought, but that was how she liked him.
"It's pretty hot in here Shirou." She hooked her finger on her blouse and shook it a few times giving the boy a better view. "I feel really hot Shirou." She proved this by maneuvering herself onto his lap. She could hear him blush! She giggled to herself. She rubbed her body on top of his, as she went to press her forehead to his. She moved her head over to his ear and whispered "Will you sleep with me Shirou?" Her tongue barley scraping his ear with every word. Abruptly Shirou picked her up bridal style and proceeded to walk to his room.
'This is it! We are going to make love!' Ilya giggled in giddiness.
That is until he made a sharp left and went into the kitchen.
"Where are we going onii-chan?" Were they going to do it in the kitchen?
"I'm getting you some Tylenol." This was not what Ilya was excepting.
"Why?" Shirou frowned.
"You have a fever silly, you told me so yourself." He put her down on the edge of the kitchen counter and opened the medicines cabinet. He took out a children's Tylenol and filled a glass with water. He laid it before Ilya. She crossed her arms and pouted.
"I don't want your dumb Tylenol." She huffed. "I am not sick!"
"But your face is on fire." Shirou placed his hand on her head again, it was remarkably cooler now.
Ilya was seething! Her dumb onii-chan thought her passion for him was a fever! She was appalled! She was disgusted! She could use this...
"Oooohhh, onii-chan I-I think you are right. My head is pounding!" Ilya picked up the tablet and chewed on it, it was a child's chewable of course, and drained the cool, refreshing glass of water. "Onii-chan I'm sleepy, can you take me to my room?"
Shirou picked Ilya up and walked to her room. He laid her down on her futon and covered her with a blanket. He got up to leave but Ilya's hand made her way into his.
"Wait onii-chan, I don't feel good can you sleep with me?" Her eyes glistened in her puppy dog mode. Shirou looked back at the door, he really needed to finish his homework but... he looked at Ilya, how could he say no to a face like that?
"All right." Shirou turned off the light and slipped under the covers, his back to her front. Ilya sighed to herself; she didn't mean to actually sleep with her onii-chan when she asked to sleep with him but...
"Hey!" Shirou blushed and shouted as Ilya's delicate hand accidently grazed his most private part. Ilya smirked; sleeping with her onii-chan was still worth it.