Forgive the mistakes, I tried to edit.

I do have other things I'm working on, but this is a short 7-8 part story that I cannot stop myself from sharing. This features a tyl OC thats in my Demanding Fic, Satsuki, but it does not follow that storyline. It's its own story. A more mature story since they're in their twenties and not in middle school.

I hope you enjoy!

It was hard to shake off the edges of sleep as the sunlight filtered into the room, chasing away the cobwebs of the nights memory.

Sex.

The reminders of it were everywhere the delicious soreness of her body, the bites and bruises from the passion...the cold sheets beside her.

Letting out a sigh Satsuki sat up, her brown hair falling over her bare chest as she looked at where the man who had given her such a night once was. His grey eyes were intimidating at first and she was a bit apprehensive at taking things further but he surprised her.

He took her gently, even tenderly. The first time at least. She smiled, a giddy giggle spilling out of her lips as what they did together flashed through her mind.

At twenty six years of age she wasn't a virgin, but never before had she experienced the passion, the heat that was between her and mystery man last night. Well he wasn't a complete stranger, he did tell her his name.

Kyoya.

He was so tall and handsome and firm.

Brown eyes looked at the cool sheets beside her. There was always a 'but' with anything good in life, and hers was that this was just a one night stand.

This was a night she would probably compare any future relationships to. This was a night she would look back on fondly.

Shaking her head at the negative turn her thoughts were taking, she got out of bed wincing slightly at the ache between her legs as she padded her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Viewing herself in the mirror as she waited for her shower to warm she gently touched the darkening marks along her throat and chest, her stomach and thighs. Kyoya really liked using his mouth, she blushed.

Well he didn't really talk much so it was good he used it in another way then.

Chuckling at her dirty thoughts she entered the shower and got ready for work. She couldn't spend the rest of the day reliving last night, no matter how tempting it was. The only problem came when she had to pick out an outfit for work and the one that she had picked wasn't appropriate anymore. Her collarbone and neck proudly showed each and every love bite and that was a suspension waiting to happen.

She pulled out a turtleneck sweater and made do, it was supposed to be a cool day today so no one would question it.

Making a quick breakfast she grabbed her purse and made her way to work.

It was a twenty minute walk but the gates of Namimori Middle soom came into sight.

"Good Morning Nakamura-sensei." A few of her students greeted her as she made her way to the faculty office and she returned their greets, a bit put off that she couldn't remember their names. It was a goal of hers to remember the names of all her students by the end of the year and she had thought she was doing a good job. Well she could recognize the ones that were hers so that was a positive.

In the faculty office they were having a short staff meeting, with the principle at the head of the room.

"A few sponsors will be walking through campus and may step in to observe your classes but don't let that interrupt your lessons."

"This is the fourth inspection this month." The math teacher and her friend, Makoto whispered. "Do you think they're trying to find people to fire?"

Shaking her head, Satsuki smiled reassuringly at Makoto, "Test scores have been improving, it's probably just funding for a new gym."

"Hopefully."

The meeting ended and she could hear other teachers having similar conversations to the one she just had. It wasn't strange for members of the school board to come by every now and then to keep everyone on their toes, but Makoto was right. Four times a month was a bit excessive.

Hoping to avoid talking to a certain teacher she quickly gathered her things began to make her way to the door.

"Nakamura-sensei."

Damn it.

Putting a pleasant smile on her face she turned to face the second year history teacher, "Tanaka-sensei." He grinned down at her with a large smile, his dark eyes shining with happiness as they gazed at her. He adjusted his glasses a small blush on his cheeks.

"How was your weekend?" He asked.

"It was-"

Warm lips wrapped around an erect nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin surrounding it as a masculine hand slid down her stomach and to her-

Clearing her throat she tried to ignore the heat in her cheeks, "it was eventful."

"Oh really!" Satsuki resisted the urge to pet his head with how happy he was, "What did you do?" His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a bit more, "No-not that I wish to pry. I spent the evening reading the new work of Higurashi-san. She had some interesting theories to feudal era folktales of animal based youkai."

"It's no problem Tanaka-sensei." She took the opening he gave as he stopped to take a breath to interrupt, "I just spent some time with some friends and we stayed in for the most part."

"That sounds lovely."

"Yes, now if you'll excuse me I have to set up the maps for class today."

"Of course see you later Nakamura-sensei."

When she got to the stairs Makoto caught up to her, "He has it bad for you."

"Shut up."

"I mean he is cute."

"Makoto."

"He has the nerdy, history professor vibe it wouldn't be bad to give him a chance."

"No."

"Your mother would be ecstatic."

"I'm not interested in him that way okay. Plus he's a coworker."

"Who better to understand your troubles."

"You should head to homeroom Suzuki-sensei." She glared at the woman, who rolled her eyes at her before leaning in.

"You're never going to get laid like that." She whispered.

Brown eyes widened, she avoided looking at Makoto, who thankfully, didn't notice that she hadn't respond. Once on the third floor they went their separate ways and class started.

It was in the middle of third period when her door slid open, halting all activity in class as four figures stepped into the classroom. She had given her students a warning that they might receive visitors so the moment of inactivity only lasted a few seconds before all eyes turned back on her.

"The roman empire didn't stay that way for long though, invasion on each side of the empire led to…" At some point during her lecture she peeked a look at her guests. The principal and vice-principle who were expected and the two strangers who were dressed in black suits. "They moved their capital to Constantinople, now modern da-day…" She stumbled over her words as her eyes met heated grey.

He thrusted his hips, his speed picking up as her own release reached its peak. Gazing up at his flushed face she reached out and pulled him into a kiss, shivering in pleasure as his heated gaze narrowed on her.

She knew her cheeks were turning red and right now was not the appropriate time. She shifted so her back was turned to the guests and slightly facing away from her students as she focused on the map.

History, Roman Empire, Barbarians, lack of leadership, the crusades.

She wasn't sure if it was a psychological thing but she swore she could feel his gaze slide down her form, almost like a lovers caress down her neck, between her shoulders, down her back, over the curve of her hips and…

"We should move on." The principles voice was like a bucket of cold water and she broke out of her thoughts, managing somehow to keep the lecture going as she heard the door open and slide shut at their departure.

The students let out an audible sigh of relief which she seconded. Taking a minute to allow them to let out their anxious energy, she went to her podium and leaned heavily against it.

What the hell…

She didn't catch sight of Kyoya for the rest of the day, which was fine because her heart probably couldn't handle seeing him again. She got home around six and was working on some lesson planning when there was a knock on her door.

Not really expecting anyone she cautiously pulled open the door and came face to face with the object of her desires.

"Kyoya-san…" She couldn't find anything else to say, her eyes were openly staring at the amused looking man.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked, his voice sending heat shooting straight to her core.

"Of-Of course, come in." She stepped aside and pulled the door open so he could enter, closing it behind him.

He took off his shoes and followed after her to the living room. Satsuki could feel his gaze on her as she led the way to her small living room and her nerves were on high alert. What was supposed to be a stress free night to lesson plan was quickly becoming something much more.

She turned to let him know he could sit but he was closer than she expected. Swallowing nervously she looked up at him and found herself unable to breath at the heat in his grey eyes.

"I greatly enjoyed last night." He growled, leaning forward to rub his cheek against hers.

Unable to find her tongue she managed to breath out, "Me too."

Cool fingers, barely touching her skin, slid from her shoulder to grab her hand. "I want to enjoy tonight."

Wide brown eyes met molten silver as he leaned forward and captured her lips in a burning kiss. Priorities forgotten she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her as his hands clasped her waist, picking her off the ground and moving towards her couch.

He deposited her on her back and straightened as he threw off his jacket and loosened his tie. Unable to just watch Satsuki began to undo the button for her shirt but he reached out and stopped her.

He purred. "Let me."

Those two words made her entire body burn.

"You look really happy this morning." Makoto peered at her suspiciously.

"Do I?" Satsuki busied herself in her weekly report, trying not to pay attention to her nosey friend.

"Yeah, it's almost like you took my advice and got laid."

It was obvious Makoto was watching her for any sign, any hint if what she said was true or not. She had hoped she was being subtle, trying her hardest not to react but apparently she wasn't good at it.

"You did!" Makoto hissed, "Who! Did you finally seduce Tanaka-sensei?" Satsuki groaned as Makoto looked up from their desks, "No he would've proposed to you by now if it was him. Who?"

"Suzuki-sensei maybe you should be focusing more on your work." She snapped.

"Hmmp, fine keep your secrets."

Rolling her eyes, she quickly finished up the last of her reports and packed up to head home. The past few nights had been exhausting, Kyoya came to see her each night, sometimes he joined her for dinner, or she was his dinner. At least that's what he told her last night before devouring her until she couldn't breath and had forced him to stop so she could take a break. He had radiated smugness for the rest of the night, it was slightly endearing.

Tonight she really needed to get some lessons planned and papers graded, not mention a full, uninterrupted night of sleep. Kyoya had mentioned he was leaving town for a few days, so she wasn't expecting to see him tonight, which was a welcome reprieve.

On the walk back home she picked up some take out, knowing she wouldn't want to spend time cooking dinner. Maybe she would make something big tomorrow and use that as lunch for a few days.

When she got to her apartment door there was a bouquet of red and pink camellias laying on her doorstep. There were only two people she knew who could get her flowers and only one of them knew where she lived.

With heated cheeks she reached down to scoop up the flowers and moving into her apartment. She wasted no time finding something to act as a vase before transporting the flowers to their new home.

He had gotten her flowers.

Using her hands to prop herself on the counter, she stared at the flowers with a wide grin on her face.

He got her flowers.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly and her positive mood never waned. All it took was a quick glance at the flowers in her kitchen to have her grinning like a teenager who had finally kissed their first love.

She definitely liked Kyoya, he was a bit intimidating at times but he was amazing in bed. She didn't know much about him, whatever talking they did was between rounds and whenever she asked him something like, what do you do for a living, do you live in Namimori, do you want to hang out on her next day off, he would do something with his skilled hands or burning kisses and distract her. He usually left before she woke, which was a bit disappointing but he never brought over a change of clothes so he could be going back to his place to get ready for work.

She wished she knew more about him, he wore formal business clothes but his body was all muscle. He also had scars, some lighter than others but they were there. She hadn't found the courage to ask him about them yet, but he had caught her tracing some. He never said anything, just stared at her with calm grey eyes.

She had severely underestimated how tired she was because a few hours into watching tv and grading papers she had fallen asleep.

He was supposed to be leaving in a few hours, which meant he should've been heading to the airport not staring up at a lit window.

She was awake.

His body had betrayed him the night he first saw her. He had no intention of walking up to her, or following her to her bed but now he couldn't stop. He wanted her, craved her plush body against his, her taste, her heat.

He allowed himself a moment to let the cool night air calm his heating blood. He would just look, nothing else.

He made his way up to her balcony. The curtains to the glass doors were open and he could see her clearly.

Foolish woman.

She was asleep on the couch, papers surrounding her as the tv played an old film.

Too vulnerable.

It took him seconds to get the glass door open, they were unlocked. He narrowed his eyes at her in annoyance. She probably felt safe because she was on the fourth floor, idiot.

He moved the papers that were still on her lap to the table and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom he was becoming more familiar with. She didn't even stir at his presence and he scowled down at her. Did she have no instincts, no concept of danger? What a foolish woman. He had no problem tucking her in and as he was leaving the flowers he had sent her caught his eyes.

They would wilt in time, would she?

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