A/N: Here is another lovely little drabble of mine that I was working on while I was working on Rain Kitten. I'll update that one tonight and so till then enjoy. Various refernces in bound and I'll give a cookie to those who catch them!

One Night Stand

We stand across the room from each other, him and me, staring at each other- perfect strangers in a less than perfect setting. We met at a house party thrown by a friend of a friend. I don't know how he got there or with whom he had gone, but I couldn't stop staring at him. He was perfect, to me anyways. If you asked anyone else they may say that his eyes were too close together, his nose too small for his face, the way he always looked so angry and standoffish. The red triangle tattoos on his cheeks were defiantly something of interest too. The 'flaws' were something of a fascination to me. I don't like people who smile all the time. They are obviously faking it. No, I preferred to watch people and see how they react to something, the expressions they make. It's a chance to look into a person's soul. It's their way of secretly telling you what they feel, but without words.

"Hey," a voice to my left pulls me out of my trance and back into the now, complete with weed and barf scents. "I see the way you've been looking at him all night, why don't you go talk to him?" My best friend Yukio is standing there with a smile on her face and a red cup full of alcohol. I shake my head no and she jabs me in the side. "Damn it, no. You have to! Please, Kitsune, for me?" she puts her hands together the best she can with her cup in hand and give me 'the look'. I've known her for years and never have been able to resist her adorable little face.

"What in the hell am I supposed to say? 'I think your cute and oh, by the way, please don't think I'm a freaking creeper just because I've spent the better half of an hour staring at you?'" I turn on my heel and push my way through the crowd and into the kitchen to grab a coke, all this thinking about going to talk to him is freaking me out.

"That can work," Yukio is right on my heels and in front of me as I pop the tab and take a drink. "Or you can just introduce yourself, that can work to ya know."

"And what if he has a girlfriend?" I lean on the counter and pretend to be occupied with a beer pong game going on at the table. A large crowd had gathered around and an outsider could judge the outcomes by either a collective groan or cheer.

"You're only introducing yourself, Kit. It isn't like your gonna propose marriage to him," she stops and her eyes go wide as she turns to look at me. "You're not proposing marriage to him are you?" She asks worriedly.

I smile down at her and pat her head like a dog. "No Yuki, I'm not proposing marriage. Hell, I don't even know his name!" I throw my hands in the air; this is starting to stress me out more than it really should. Thank Kami Yukio turns her back to me to refill her cup, this is my chance to escape. I slip as quietly as I can from her side into the mass of people in front of me. I glance back over my shoulder to check if she's noticed I've given her the slip when I bump into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"my voice catches in my throat when I look up to see the same handsome stranger I had been watching staring down at me with a smile. I regain my composure quickly and start again. "Sorry, I didn't see you there," I blush lightly and stare over his shoulder to avoid meeting his eyes.

"Its fine," he says taking a sip from the cup in his hand. "I should've been watching you as well as you were watching me earlier." His tone is light and joking, but I can't do anything more than hang my head, blush deepening, at having been caught.

"You saw that?" I murmur helplessly. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare I-"

"I was kinda hoping you'd come talk to me but when you walked away," he shrugs, "I thought you weren't that interested." I fiddle with the tab on my coke, suddenly finding it the most interesting thing I've seen…even more than this god of a man before me.

"It wasn't that," I try to find the right words. "I just needed a drink," I lift up the can between us as proof.

"I can see that. And here my plan was to take you a beer or something," he laughs at his own private joke.

"Oh, well, I don't drink."

"You don't?" I shake my head. "Why not?" he leans against the wall behind him, brown eyes following my every move.

"I just don't I guess. I've never really liked losing control like that," I answer with a shrug and take a drink. My nerves are starting to calm and thankfully my heart is no longer tap dancing on my bladder.

"You like being in control? Huh, never would've pegged you for a dominatrix."

I look up at him dumbfounded at this unusual turn our conversation has unexpectedly taken. "Excuse me?"

"You like being in control right? So I just assumed that you're a dominatrix," he explains with a wolfish grin.

"Oh," I don't know what else to say so I stay quiet.

"Or are you a virgin?"

"I don't see why I have to answer that."

"You are aren't you?" I remain silent and glance around trying to find Yukio to come and save me from this. "Or are you a tease?"

"Okay, I am not a tease." I slam my coke and walk back the way we came to the kitchen to get another one. I toss the can in the trash as I pass; footsteps behind me tell me that the guy is following me.

"Come on, you're a tease and you know it, all girls are teases," he reaches around me and grabs the last can of coke before I can get it and holds it high above his head.

"I'm only a tease if what I do gets you hot and I haven't done anything," I stand on my tiptoes and reach up trying to get the can. My right hand lands on his shoulder and my breasts press against his solid chest. I fight down my ever-present blush as I jump to reach the can. Before I can register what he's doing, his arms are around me holding me and pressing me to him, our faces inches apart. I freeze and stare up into his brown eyes light a deer in the headlights.

"That's why," his breath fans over my face, "you're a tease." (1) He lets me go and turns around to walk away but I catch his arm.

"What's your name?" I ask breathlessly running on pure adrenaline.

"Kiba Inuzaka. What's yours?"

"Kitsune Shimakami."

A/N: Her last name is so totally made up. Deal with it. So, for the (1): who can guess what movie that was a reference to? A very poorly done reference might I add, but it's still identifiable! If you can guess correctly in a review you'll get a cookie ^^!