The Pleasure of Climbing

Hiei was lying on the bed, smoke lazily floating from his nostrils; he turned his head looking at Shizuru. She was lying on her back breathing softly, deeply. The smoke lazily curled above their heads as he considered their differences, especially after what they had just done. Glancing at her closed eyes, he turned to face her and dipped his head down to her neck. Her head lolled to the side as he nuzzled her neck. She tasted of sex, sweat and cigarettes. The first two he enjoyed; the last one, not so much.

Shizuru hummed deep in her chest as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. She turned onto her back bringing him with her. Grinning, she considered him. He was the loner of the Tentai, and everything about him screamed bad boy. From the all-black attire to the dark, mysterious attitude, she couldn't help being drawn to him. The only thing that blew the image out of the water was his only coming up to her shoulders, if that in height. He sometimes seemed to dominate a room, but just as easily, he could almost disappear in the background. While she was lazily musing, he'd pulled that disappearing trick only to reappear at her feet.

He knew she was conscious of every move he made as his calloused hands took one of her feet and began rubbing the instep. Working on her feet all day cutting and styling people's hair all day made her tired and she looked forward to times like this. He grinned as she moaned deep in her throat. Hiei took her other foot and gave it the same treatment. She was a puddle of goo in his expert hands. His hands roamed the length of her calves, continuing the slow, sensuous climb up her body. He knew he was short according to some people, but as far as he was concerned, he was just the right height. The best view was of her beautifully proud breasts that came at eye level every time they got together. When they were like this, he would always start at her feet and climb her way up her body like a holy man on Mt. Hiei. Tenaciously, he used his hands, his talented fingers, and mouth to map every blessed inch of her until she was putty his hands. For she only came undone for him, only with him. To everyone else, she was the sarcastic, nonchalant one that virtually nothing phased.

As his hands glided their way up her belly and onto her chest, she moved her own hands down to bring him up to her. Fisting in his feathery hair, she brought his face to hers, her mouth opening to accept his as he connected his over her questing mouth. "Unnnmm, Hiei," she moaned as he greedily swallowed it. This was always his favorite part, as aligned himself with her and plunged into her depths with a ferocity that left them both panting. Her hips snapped to meet his as the only noise was their breathless affirmations of shared pleasure. When their coordinated rhythm became frantic, he usually increased his speed, driving them both over the summit. She grunted his name through gritted teeth as he buried his face in the hair sticking to her neck. She never let him bite her there. This time, he fully intended to do just that. As if knowing his intent, she bit his neck first drawing blood and swallowing a mouth full.

He pulled his head back quickly and grinned. "Yes," kissing her open mouthed tasting his own blood in the process, "always, yes." With that, he bit down into the soft flesh of her neck and swallowed some of her blood at the same time infusing some of his youki into her spirit, marking her as his. The pleasure of climbing Shizuru finally a feat everyone would see.