Sum: Kanda and another Exorcist Alexa had been meeting in secret for a while. But seing as how the two are constantly on missions they almost never see each other. Kanda asked Komui to give her a break and Komui said it was up to her. Alexa jumped at the chance. No sooner had she gotten back then she found out her sister Alyssa was sick. Seeing as how the two were quite close, Alexa wishes to see Alyssa. But Kanda cant bear to part with Alexa, just as soon as he got her back. Will she leave or will she stay?

A/N: Kanda may Be slightly OOC. srry

Don't Go

Kanda had been looking for Alexa for at least twenty minutes with no luck. He glanced out the window as he ran past it, and did a double take. She was standing next to the cliff marking the end of the Order's property.

He ran through the small forest surrounding the main building until it thinned and he saw her, her ebony wings that were her innocence outstretched ready to take the jump separating him from her for who knew how long.

"Alexa!" he shouted. She turned to face him her wings folding closely to her back. "Why?" He felt his tongue freeze afraid of her answer.

"I told you Alyssa is my strength, I see now that the Order is yours. I don't think… I don't think my curse can hold you. Perhaps you were right, perhaps it isn't even real." She shrugged, a slight move, almost weary. "Or perhaps you're simply too strong for it." This is your home. Understand that I must go back to mine."

Kanda freed his tongue. "But you came. I thought it meant you could stay. A while, even a short while."

She only looked at him, solemn, pale. Her answer dark in her eyes.

"No," he said rejecting her silence. There was a mounting anger in him, a deep and binding dismay he had never felt before. To have her once more, to lose her again – how could she leave? He felt on the verge of real life – of hope – for the first time ever; they stood facing each other on the edge of the cliff, the wind rose to play with her hair, rustle the tree's leaves, and if she took another step back it would mean she would go, she would disappear into the sapphire blue sky just like a dream, and how the hell would he reach her –

His hand was moving. While his thoughts raced and blurred, his fingers lifted, found the curve of her jaw, a faint warm caress. The familiar thrill of her rippled through him – smooth skin, delicate features, aquamarine eyes – and he saw the response wake in her, saw her blink, just once, before his hand slipped behind her neck and leaned down to kiss her.

Yes, this was what he remembered, her taste, her touch, the slant of his mouth over hers, shared breath. Her hair was a glossy tangle between them, the color of night, of polished ebony.

"Don't leave me," Kanda said, a rough demand.

"I –,"

He stopped her with another kiss. "I need you." Against her lips the words became sensual, not a weakness as he had feared but something strong, something good. "Don't leave me, I need you," he said again, and dragged her to him, her body perfect, fitted to him just as it should be, everything right and just and fated.

Alexa gave the smallest of sighs, relaxing into him.

He dropped Mugen to the ground, plunging both hands into her hair, exploring her lips, their edges, their fullness, pink silky ripe. He heard a distant moan, realized it was his own. Her arms came around him, her eyes closed, and she tasted like strawberries, like violets. Each kiss seemed to free something in him, chip apart his buried doubts, his hidden worries. Her tongue met his and he brought her to him rougher yet, his hand roaming down her back to the swell of her bottom, tantalizing beneath soft wool.

She trailed kisses down his throat, her own hand traveling his body, knowing where to stroke, how to please him. When she found his arousal she pressed into him, her legs aligned to his, her fingers searching, rubbing. Hunger overwhelmed him, an urgent sharp crest through his blood. He began to pull her back with him away from the cliff somewhere away from the cliff – they didn't need the ground, a damn rock would do. They were both gasping, thin mountain air, this semi-green world, the sky at their feet, Alexa in his heart, in every part of him, hot and coveted and so very welcome –

They made it to a rock. He pushed her to sit and shoved back her skirts; with a quick tug of cloth she had freed him. There was no fumbling, no awkward positioning. It was as if they had practiced this moment in this sunlit place, rehearsed it over and over, he compelling, she yielding, the rock , the sky, the dark dance and panting desire. With one knee propped against the stone and her legs around his waist, he entered her; his hands under her thighs, her hips lifted, they moved together, they scorched and burned. She laid back against the stone, graced with sunlight, her arms thrown wide, her fingers curled. It was the most wanton and exquisite sight he had ever seen.

Pleasure rolled through her. He felt her come, saw her come, as she arched and twisted and cried out. In perfect beauty it flowed from her it him. He was drowned in bliss, he could not breathe with the sudden force of his release, emptying himself into her.

Their descent was much slower, a sweet, trembling conclusion. Kanda released her legs to lean over her, his body covering hers. Alexa lifted her arms, her palms to his cheeks. Her eyes remained open as they kissed.

Someone – someone else – coughed.

"Sorry," said the someone, from over by the far oaks. It was Dasia. He could just see his feet, the back of his boots. At least he was facing the other way.

Kanda raised his voice. "Go away."

"Sorry," he said again, obviously amused. "But I'm afraid you're needed. Komui's waiting."

He looked down at Alexa. The soft acquiescence of body had gone firm again, limber and controlled. With a final kiss he eased off her, rushing cold enclosing him once more.

Alexa stood, pushed her hair out of her face and evened her skirts. She looked around, walked out to the cliff grabbed Mugen, and handed it to him. Then, without a single glance back, she followed his comrade out past the old oaks.

At least she's staying, he thought before following as well. I win.