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Summary: Kurama/Botan. There's always a little sexual tension between the both of them. But, sometimes, it's more than either of them can take.

Carnal Desires

Chapter 1

It was another one of those nights, those little get-togethers where the whole group decided to stay at someone's place and hang out. At the time, it was Yusuke's, and they stayed up late that night, but Kurama remembered waking up in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty and needing a cold drink.

He'd got up from his futon, and noticed Yusuke who had one feet placed weirdly out of his, Kuwabara who was muttering something about his pet, Eikichi, and Hiei sleeping at the corner of the room, before he'd proceeded to walk out the door. Everyone was asleep.

Or so he thought.

So, it took him by surprise when he'd strolled into the kitchen, and met eyes with someone else.

A pair of amethyst blinked at him, and it didn't take him long before he realized the owner's state of dress. He hadn't seen her since the girls and the boys divided into two groups and slept in different rooms, and therefore, he hadn't expected to see her then. Much less with nothing more but a short, transparent white shirt that did no justice in covering the skin underneath.

He remembered seeing the end of the shirt reaching merely half her panty-covered hips, revealing her soft, wide butt, and the top, hung loosely around her, with one of the straps having had accidentally slipped off her shoulder, and the clothing clinging tightly around her plump breasts. He couldn't help but think she looked slightly more than sultry with that playful but complacent grin she wore on her lips, and remembered thinking what he wouldn't give to kiss her right then and there and wipe off that smug smirk from her face, but he'd held back.

She hardly seemed like the Botan she was, or at least, the Botan he assumed he knew. Then again, he didn't know much about her. But, she always seemed so innocent to him, he hardly thought she would even be wearing that. Although, with her staring at him with a seductive look in her eyes, Kurama didn't know what to think of her anymore.

Except taking her on the kitchen counter.

It felt like forever before he could find his voice again.

"Hi."

Her grin had widened a little. "Hi," and she'd sounded amused.

"Can't sleep?" he asked her, as he strolled past her to the kitchen counter, and retrieved a glass. He heard her move, and tentatively watched her from the corners of his eyes as she positioned herself until she was sitting on top of the kitchen counter, studying him. He quickly looked away.

"Yup, a little," she answered, and he could hear her scoot closer to him, "What about you?" Her voice was hushed, lower than he expected or wanted to hear, and he had to swallow a lump in his throat before he could speak,

"I was thirsty."

All of a sudden, he felt her hand grab the glass he was holding, their fingers lightly touching and brushing against one another, and he couldn't resist the urge to turn his eyes towards her. He almost regretted it, however, as he managed to catch the sight of her perfect breasts instead. She was too close for his comfort, and he had a hard time controlling the sexual urges she'd managed to ignite within him. He hardly wanted to have sex with a friend, but looking back, Kurama realized he would've made her bend over like a little bitch in heat right then and there on the counter, if only she hadn't pulled away first.

He eyed her as she sauntered calmly towards the fridge, opening it and peeking inside. "Orange juice or milk?" she asked him, sounding almost like her normal self again, and he couldn't help but wonder for a moment if she noticed him staring at her hips or if she pretended not to.

He continued to stare at her, dumbfounded, before he realized she inquired him a question.

"Just... cold water, please."

"Ice?"

"Yes."

She nodded her head, and helped him fetch his drink.

He'd tried to sound as composed as possible, as she sounded cheerful as ever. But, as she peered at him with a dark glint in her eyes, he realized his voice had been predatory. Lustful. And it obviously had an effect on her as much as her body had on him.

Although, the look quickly faded away, replaced with a warm smile as she handed him his glass.

"Well, here you go." She went up and pulled down her shirt as he took the glass of water from her, as if she'd just realized it revealed too much than necessary, and he tried his best not to stare.

Botan cleared her throat. "Good night, Kurama," she said, watching him as he finally looked up at her.

"Good night, Botan."

And she gave him one last smile before she left.

And he watched her go, before gulping down his drink in a flash.