OK! This is my first proper story. It will have romance, drama-maybe...if I can be bothered-and of course humor because I don't think I could write a story without humor. This is my FIRST time writing anything remotely dirty so bare with me. Although it will not have any full on lemon, it will definitely have a citrus-y scent.

Pairings: MaixNaru and former MaixYasuhara. Along with hints of TakigawaxAyako and LinxMadoka.

Please enjoy!


Passion.
It lies in all of us.
Sleeping.
Waiting.
Wanting.
And though unbidden, it will stir.
It speaks to us.
Guides us.
Passion rules us all.
And we obey.
What other choice do we have?

Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love.
The clarity of hatred.
The Ecstasy of betrayal.

It hurts sometimes.
More than we can bare.
If we could live without passion maybe we would know some kind of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank.

Without passion.
We'd be truly dead.---

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 2, Episode: Passion.


There was something warm under her. It was an odd combination of being both soft and hard. After a few moments she quickly came to the conclusion it was another person, a male no doubt, lying in bed with her. One leg was thrown over the sleeping figure, as was her arm across his chest, her head resting in between his shoulder and chest.

The question was, who was the male? Bou-san? On occasion, yes she had crawled into bed with him-in a purely big brother/little sister way, normally when she had nightmares on a case. But he wasn't broad enough for the monk/bassist.

John? She stifled a giggle at that. True she had slept in the same bed with him once-and only once-when they were on a case and her room was trashed. Lin decided sharing with John would result in less 'funny business' during the night, which Mai took great offense from. Did he think she'd make a move on any guy?

Lin? She really almost did laugh. It was hilarious!

Yasuhara? Logically, yes he was the most likely candidate. They had gone out for a year and a half before breaking up in a mutual agreement that it wasn't working, because although they both had felt something for each other at the start of the relationship, by the end they both felt like it was wrong, due to the fact they felt like brother and sister. But still, there had been a few nights when she'd woken up next to Yasuhara since they broke up 7 months ago.

But it didn't feel like Yasuhara. He was skinny and lean, with no muscle. This male, was toned but still narrow. Opening her eyes and wincing at the sunlight coming in threw the window she uttered a silent moan. Slowly, with a feeling of dread, she realized she was naked, as was the male beside her. She moved her chin up wards centimeter by centimeter, a feeling of foreboding in the pit of her stomach. The male in question was pale He had black hair which was messy as opposed to the neat, never out of place hair she always associated with him. His long lashes rested on his pale cheeks and he had a serene smile on his face.
His eyes opened, revealing a devastating blue. He looked at her, straight in her cinnamon brown eyes. The number of emotions that went threw him was almost hilarious. If Mai was watching it from an outsiders point of view she would have laugh. First it was sleepy happiness, then confusion, then realization and finally utter shock and horror.

As Naru looked at Mai, Mai looked at Naru and they both had the exact same expression.
And then, Mai screamed.