Temptation.

"All it takes is your touch upon my skin; so sensual, so addicting.

Even your smile will make my very body ache in the greatest orgasm."

Pure Bliss. Nothing could explain it better than how I feel at this very moment. My body snuggled so perfectly in your built frame; I feel so safe and warm. I hear the beats of your heart from within your chest, so strong and healthy. My arm laid softly across, feeling your body as I burn it into my memory…no one could feel as good as this, no one could be better.

But there are times in our lives where we want to stay in that perfect world, to not move or anything. Sadly, we all must wake up to reality and face judgments and trials every day. I wish you would lighten up when we're alone; not had to worry about acting so tough and mighty, especially since I know not everyone is all the time. You always let out that annoyed sigh…sometimes I feel if I don't bother moving sooner or later, you have to do it yourself. I get that instant urge to show you my childish pout, but for the sake of my heart I decide to bite the side of my lip instead.

There are times when you are so sweet…your lips lovingly press against mine; letting our tongues dance freely as you take me off my feet and send me into pure bliss. You give me love bites all over my neck, which eventually lead down to my plump breasts. I could never watch, no matter how childish I sound…I always have to shut my eyes and let my mouth do the talking. Your fingers work diligently upon my body; sending constant shivers down my spine until I arch my back, giving you room to latch on before you test my body with your mouth.

Then there are times when you are cold…I watch as you lift yourself from the so very comfortable position from your bed to head to your shower. And of course you give me that look right before you disappear through that door, the look of 'you should leave and get ready'.

My heart breaks…

I sit up and look at myself..

I cry…

I get up and dress, take everything I own and leave your room.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm really doing; every time I'm around him my mind goes hazy and I go on auto pilot. It's always until I find myself sitting in my tub in the fetal position, do I finally think about us. Am I your amusement? Is this some fun fling?

I'm not sure if it's water coming down my face, or tears…

I watch as the water beats against my skin; running down to meet the tub once more, then disappear into the drain. Is this what I am to you? A good touch, a great feel for the night, then brush me off so I can go wash away?

My heart really hurts..

I know what I do is always out of love, do you do the same? I will not mistake you for a blind man, neither one to be so cruel. But at the same time, do you not realize what you're doing to me?

You are quite a noble man. So honest and loyal…so great and strong, proud and free.. You're like a falcon soaring through the sky; strong and free with no one holding you back, no one to pull on your wings.

You're so wonderful…

I look out into the blue sky, letting the breeze caress my face, run through my hair. There I see you, and I watch. Nothing could ever keep you away from what you love, and it was always me who felt left out…All I had was you, and for my own selfish reasons I have to have your attention.

I'm childish for the weirdest of reasons, but fairly good ones in my opinion. I love giving you that punch to your arm, and watch as your face scrunches up in annoyance. I guess the dagger looks you give me is a source of pleasure as well.

I want you to look at me like that..

Because that's when I actually know you're looking at me.

"Mashiro…"

"Kensei-sama.."

Your eyes are like locked doors; can't read them unless allowed so. Softly you place me into the soft white sheets, occupying yourself with my neck as my lips slightly part, letting out small and quiet pants.

I try to reach for your neck, only to get an annoyed grunt and a strong arm pinning me back down again. You always were so rough and thorough. You would never let anyone be the dominant one. And as always, you knew what to do to get my body to writhe to your every will. You knew my body oh so well, and yet, I didn't know much about yours.

Your big hands were one of my most favorite parts about you. So big and warm…as if the love within you made them that way, I want to believe that..

The cold nipped at my bare skin; I always felt so embarrassed being naked in front of him, especially since he never completely strips down himself. He would use those magnificent fingers on me, working me like a musical instrument. One hand worked diligently upon one of my plump breasts, as the other hand work much more south.

I felt that familiar feeling lounging in my abdomen as his fingers worked profusely within me; making my hips writhe at the same pace, I bit my bottom lip as my cranium faced up to the ceiling. They went in deeper, one right after the other, while his thumb rubbed my spot in a circular motion.

I panted..

I moaned…

Before I knew it, the feeling in my abdomen increased immensely, and then it was all over. My chocolate hues stared up at the tall figure licking his fingers, and while my contractions were still going, he let himself in gently.

It was always an amazing experience. Our bodies danced and entwined as one. He would hold me close and tight, his thrusts slowly became rougher, as did his lips when we made out. Sometimes it was purely for the release, but sometimes it was for the great feel. Our bodies would never separate until an hour or two before morning came.

There are times when you are so sweet…Caring if I was okay, wanting me to get the most out of everything we do. Whether it was kissing so lovingly, or pressing yourself tightly against my frame.

There are times when you are cold…Sighing heavily as you peel yourself away from my reach to head to the shower…

"Kensei-sama-"

"Mashiro..Go take a shower."

"….Hai.."

W00T! It's done. I initially meant this to be a one-shot, but I decided to add a ch.2 on what Kensei's thinking about all this; people get curious!

Not to mention no offense...The MashixKensei selection is low and it makes me sad to see that, and most of them makes it kinda OOC. I have a magnificent

view on what or how Mashiro really feels; I go in depth with characters, and the 2nd chapt. will be difficult since he's a more broad, quiet person to understand.

with the help of my wonderful boy Michael, I hope to interpret him how he truly is. Stay tuned! [: