It was an accident.

An honest to god accident of the 'why me' variety that had happened mostly because he had drank too damn much at his mother's wedding. Which was why he had woken up in an unfamiliar bedroom, in an unknown bed. His long red hair slipping over a bare shoulder as he tried to get his bearings and was having trouble because of the merciless pounding in his head.

The room he was in was nothing like his own bedroom at home. For instance, as far as he knew- he didn't have such a peculiar collection of watercolors and oil paintings of bright and cheery flowers that just seemed to make his head pound harder. The walls were covered on one side of the room in nothing but book shelves, another with a small chair, there was bedside table with a small lamp, his wrist watch and the blood red rose he'd had pinned to his tux jacket last night.

Frowning at that thought, he moved slightly. Not much. Just enough to confirm his suspicion that he was currently naked, and lifted up the sheets tangled around his waist and quickly dropped them as he noted his nakedness and muttered a curse and tried to recall all of what had happened the night before and vaguely recalled the young woman who had been paired with him for the wedding.

His 'date', his mother had called the girl. When she knew damn well that he could get his own date. She had just thought the young lady was nice and was hoping that he might think so too.

And he had. Before the alcohol had seeped into his mind and made him capable of forgetting just who and what he was enough to do something foolish like mate with someone who was the total opposite of himself.

"Oh god..." He muttered under his breath as he brought a hand up to cover his mouth, feeling as though he was going to have a panic attack at any moment now when he heard soft footsteps outside of the bedroom and jerked his head in the direction of the sound.

Emerald eyes widening as the door slipped open and a beautiful young woman with long mid back length hair (the same color as a raven's wing) with some of her bangs curling fetchingly around her jaw. Wide turqouise blue eyes with neon around the outter rims. Smooth ivory skin with a soft touch of rose. And a beautifully petite body safely hidden under a aqua colored long sleeved button down shirt and faded jeans- peeked into the room and looked right at him.

And Kurama felt everything in him freeze as he caught the female's scent even from across the room.

Oh shit. He knew the difference between human sex and demon bonding during sex. Knew that he could easily walk away from one...but not the other. And while he could smell some stuff in the room in which he was currently resting- so far all his nose had managed to pick up on was his human body- sweating heavily.

So the fact that he could smell not just sex, but himself bound to the woman currently looking at him, was beyond his human/demon mind's ability to wrap around. I mean Christ, he was mated. Actually. Fucking. Mated.

To a human.

While inibriated!

And while he wasn't the first human to do so- he most definately must be the first demon to ever do so since demons had no equivalent of Vegas.

Mouth dry, he pushed himself up so that he was sitting and studied the young woman for a moment and wondered at what he was supposed to do when she slowly entered the room and walked over to the bed with several things in both hands.

(1) A small pile of clothing was tucked under one arm. (2) A glass of water. And (3) What he assumed to be something for his headache. Gratefully accepting the water and medicine from her- he took the tablets and sipped his water as she set the clothing down and waited for him to set the glass down before actually speaking.

Her voice was low, barely a whispered tone as she said lamely. "M-Morning." As unsure of the proper protocols to a one night stand as Kurama was- he wasn't very sure a simple polite greeting would cover the basics of just how he was supposed to behave. But he went with it anyways, all while mentally lamenting about humans and why the hell hadn't they created a guide book yet to help the fools who had fallen into pitfalls.

Come to think of it, the next time he had to see Koenma he would suggest a guide book for dummies or something.

Exhaling, he scrubbed his face with his hands then looked back at his mate for a moment and then gave her a tight lipped smile before saying, "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

She nodded her head almost shyly and asked him the same thing. Making him smile as she told him to that if he wanted to sleep longer, she'd come back in an hour or two to wake him to see if he wanted to take a shower and eat something- and as sweet as her offer was, Kurama felt as if his mind were screaming at him to go ahead and use the facilitys and possibly eat something then run like hell to somewhere far, far away.

Not that he wouldn't be back or anything. He was mated for god sake. He couldn't go more than a mile or two in any direction away from her. But she didn't know that any more than she knew they were now mated. So natrually...he had quite a bit to think on and even more to adjust too. Not to mention that he needed to find a way to intigrate himself into his young mate's life somehow.

She shifted slightly on the matress and made to move and get up to leave him when his hand shot out and gripped her wrist gently and pulled on her arm just enough to topple her over semi across his lap. The pressure of her slender body pressing partially against him from chest to hip was an exquisite torture, but one that Kurama would gladly bear the rest of his unnatrual life.

Squeaking slightly as her face wound up pressed against his collarbone with his hand threading through her soft hair. He let go of her wrist to wrap his arms around her and breathe in her natrual scent, hidden under his own demon scent.

Her scent was...peculiar. Sweet, but not too sweet. Clean and fresh and yet- As nice as it was he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was that she smelled of.

While most people smelled of flowers, powders, their favorite foods and such.

Mei smelled of a confection of more charmingly earthy delights. Like chamomile, lemongrass, rose hip, jasmine, spices and honey. All in all it was a beyond pleasant scent to the fox demon. So much so that he wondered how she came about such a unique scent. He would have asked her about it, except that Mei had somehow managed to wedge her little hands between their bodies and was lightly pushing against him. Forcing him to release her somewhat.

"Something wrong?" Kurama asked curiously as he let Mei lean back just enough to study him just as intently as he was studying her.

She stared at him for several heartbeats before shaking her head slowly and muttering, "No, nothing's wrong." Except perhaps he was being more than a little affectionate after their one night stand and she didn't understand why. Asking him what he was doing however was out of the question since it seemed like the best way to insult him. So she kept her mouth closed about his affectionate attitude and instead turned her mind to more mundane things.

Like breakfast.

She for one was starving.

"Um, do you want to go ahead and take a shower and then come downstairs for breakfast?" He seemed to consider the idea for several moments before smiling at her and reaching out to pick up the clothes that she had brought for him and then started to climb out of the bed but paused for a moment to lean in and brush a soft kiss along the corner of her lips.

Causing her to squeak again as she blushed while he stood and walked towards the bathroom, giving his new, alluring little mate a peek of his nice backside.