Hey guys! So sorry for taking so long to update, it was my first time at writing anything smutty so I'm not sure how I did and it took me a while to get the hang of it, hope you enjoy! This is the final half to this story, please pm me if you have a request, and any criticism is appreciated! Eternal thanks to Kisshu's Girlfriend for being my first reviewer, and anyone else who reviews! Thanks!

-Kisshu4eva-

She swung round and punched him strongly in the jaw, pain blossoming in her knuckles and a dull crack resounding through the empty air, although whether it was from her fist or his chin she couldn't tell. From the way he instantly recoiled and clapped a hand to his injured cheek, she concluded it was the latter. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at her, gasping for breath, words faltering as he processed what had just happened.

She cried out, snapping her hand back and letting out an enraged scream, long black hair swishing in a circle and falling messily across her face. 'Damn, that hurts a lot less as a mew!' Meanwhile, Pai had gathered his thoughts, violet eyes now narrowed in anger-being hit by a woman wasn't something he took lightly. Enraged, he screamed at her, and shoved her roughly in the shoulders. She felt the immense power behind those broad shoulders, his biceps flexing violently as he rammed into her. She stood no chance.

Off balance, she shot back several feet, legs falling in front of her as she landed painfully on her behind again with an indignant exclamation.

"What are you, crazy?!" Pai yelled. His violet eyes were dangerously narrow, a deep frown creasing his pale, porcelain features.

She whipped her head round to face him.

"Shut up! You make me like this, with the constant rudeness, the jibes, and the sarcasm! You're so damn arrogant, I can't help it!" she screamed at him. It was true, her anger was like a red veil that blanketed her body, eliminating all logic and sense until only anger was left. The wolf mew tugged within her, it drew her towards it, giving her the desperate urge to transform. Speaking of which…

"You shut up! You are stubborn and hot-headed as well, and possibly the most volatile, uncontrollable person I have ever met; even the mews are scared of you! And all it takes for you to lose your head is a few jibes…pretty pathetic!" he was taunting her, and it was enough to tip her over the edge. The wolf called within her, and she welcomed it, feeling her body transform.

The beautiful, warm feeling enveloped her; she felt the soft fabric of her costume slide and form around her skin, her hair became lighter until it reached a deep purple, finger nails lengthening and canines elongating to fine points.

Transformation complete, she did a neat twist and landed on her feet, revelling in the cool breeze that wafted across her now bare stomach. She did hear the slight intake of breath he made as he took in the sight of her scarcely clad body. She was attractive and she knew it; she was used to being looked at in this way all the time. Normally it didn't affect her, but she loved the way he was looking at her, like she was the most gorgeous thing on earth, just like the way she looked at him… Why did she have to find him so enticing! 'For goodness sake! WHY am I thinking of this NOW? I HATE him!'

Soon enough, the shutter came down over his eyes, blocking any sentiment and leaving blank hate. The same was for her, the red veil dropped over her eyes again, and the animalistic instinct took over. Screaming, she launched herself at him, shoving him hard in the chest. He stumbled back a few steps.

She aimed another punch at his jaw, but this he responded to quickly enough, grabbing her fist and using it to yank her past him, sending her spiralling towards a tree. The grip on her hand was painful, and the hard bark of the tree slammed into her, winding her. The colour seemed to become fuzzy and blend into a vibrant swirl as the air was pushed out of her lungs

"Kuu Rai Sen!" Her ears flicked back as she picked up his tell-tale attack. NOW it was serious. Wolf-like reactions enabled her to snap her body down into a ball and roll away, narrowly avoiding the lightning strike. She landed neatly on her feet and jerked out her whip

"Ribbon Zakuro spear!" a vibrant strike of purple slashed across the air, opening up a cut on his cheek. He yelled angrily, a thin line of blood smudging across his high cheekbone. His perfect white teeth gleamed dangerously, he also had fangs.

For the next few minutes it was pretty much the same as at the battle. She reacted to his attacks with a dreamlike slowness, overcome by a confusing wave of déjà vu. She wasn't herself. She hated him, wanted to tear his head off…but at the same time she desperately wanted to be with him, feel his lips on hers, her chest against his… It was confusing. It was an animal thing…wasn't it?

Once again she was struck in the chest, flying onto the ground and cracking her head. Her weapon went spinning out of her hands and landed somewhere in the grass. Unable to react, he was instantly on top of her, pulling her hair, pinning her down. It really hurt. Summoning all her strength, she heaved and hefted the weighty alien off of her, rolling the two of them down the field, a dark bundle of twisting limbs and sharp fangs. The pain registered but she ignored it, instead ripping out a chunk of his hair with satisfaction.

Finally, with an almighty heave, she pushed herself off him, landing on her hands and knees a few metres away. Realising she was never going to achieve anything at hand-to-hand combat (because sad as it was, she knew he was a lot stronger), she desperately began to search the ground for something she could use as a weapon. Glancing towards him, she saw him start to stand up and draw out his weapon. Frantically she sifted through the green grass. Footsteps immediately behind her. There was her spear! Wildly straining to reach it. A large hand tightly gripping her arm, pulling her upwards. Her fingertips just grazed the spear, barely catching a hold.

He spun her round, an enraged, triumphant look on his face as he held the fan to her throat, and then a shocked, confused expression as he realized the tip of her dagger was pressed hard against his chest. Neither could move.

She stood there, staring at him for what felt like an eternity. She could feel herself being lost in his eyes, the watery depths of those mysterious, violet eyes that seemed to flicker and change with his emotions. She took in every detail; the defined shaped of his shoulders, the handsome curve of his face, the sensuous mouth and sturdily built chest… her breath caught in her chest. It felt like the world had dropped away and faded beneath her feet, leaving only the two of them, locked together in their own universe, his tight grip on her shoulder the only thing that stopped her falling. His mouth fell agape, as he too stared at her, a semi-frown furrowing across his brow. Pai, the man she hated, and…loved? Was this primal, animalistic lust, or was this love? She couldn't tell.

Slowly, he lowered his head, a cute, serious expression on his face. His large, warm hand slid up her arm to the back of her head and into her hair. Automatically, she tilted her head upwards to meet him.

And then he closed the gap between them, and their lips crashed together, softly as first. A fierce desire took over her, it felt so sweet, and so…right. She knew it was wrong, but how could something so right be so wrong? He deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing entrance into her mouth, not that she resisted. Their tongues were locked in a fierce battle for dominance as she explored every corner of his mouth, running her tongue across his sparkly white teeth. His hands slid across her bare stomach, one hand cupping a breast and the other sliding across her hip to her ass.

Her hand twined in his hair, and the other lay flat against his muscular chest, letting out a load moan as he squeezed her chest. She let out a deep growl, shoving her hips against his. He cried out sexily, and she could feel the signs of his arousal against her leg. It was kinda weird, but also flattering.

'Oh my god, I'm in the middle of a field doing this! This is wrong I hate him!'

Angrily, she shoved away at his chest, pushing him off. But he wasn't going to let go of her any time soon, lust had taken control; he forcefully pulled her back, her hands landing flat on his chest, kissing her deeper than before. He made a sudden forceful movement, knocking her knees from under her so she landed on her back. He lay down on top of her, kissing her passionately again. His skin was hot against hers, she could feel the muscles rippling under his skin.

A harsh ripping sound tore through the air and she suddenly felt cool air rush across her naked breasts, her mew top falling away over his shoulder. His eyes were drawn down. For the first time in her life, she felt self-conscious, animal lust temporarily forgotten. She was used to being stared at in this way by lots of men, but for once she actually cared what he thought; she had to resist the urge to cross her arms over her chest. He stifled a laugh at the nervousness on her face, and a blush instantly rose in her cheeks

'Damn you Pai, for doing this to me. I hate you'. The thought ran through her head, and she echoed the last part out loud. He smiled wolfishly, showing long white canines.

"Love you too," he said sarcastically. Moving suddenly, he bent his head down, latching onto one nipple with his mouth whilst roughly twisting and squeezing the other to the point of pain. Waves of pleasure ran through her, she arched her back and let out a sexy moan that made him smile. She dug her nails in to his back, ripping through his shirt, tearing it into long shreds that left his torso bare. He hissed in pain. She held the sound in her heart.

His head didn't move, but his hands started to slide, down the curve of her waist to her hips, into the waistband of her shorts. His hands were large, soft and warm, and they made her feel safe and protected. Impatiently, she slid her thigh-high boots off using her feet, feeling the cracked, dry earth on the unclothed soles of her feet.

He glanced at her before removing her shorts. It was so unusual; the hungry look in his violet eyes, like she was piece of meat about to be devoured. It was kind of terrifying, but simultaneously filled her with shivers of delight, and she had to suppress a smug smile-it was good to know that he was just as attracted to her as she to him.

With sudden ferocity, he tore her shorts down and over her ankles. She felt his teeth against her inner thigh as he pulled her garter down with his teeth. She erupted with a high pitched squeak as his mouth went so close to her underwear. She felt herself drip into her lacy purple thong. Painfully aware of how exposed she was, she yanked his trousers down, exposing black boxers. He raised an eyebrow at how desperate she was. She just groaned at him and spat her tongue out childishly.

He laughed again, throwing his head back. The afternoon sunlight glistened off the fine layer of sweat that beaded the smooth plains of his six pack. 'No wonder I'm attracted to him'. He smiled wickedly.

"Get ready to scream," he smiled flirtatiously. God, who knew Pai could talk dirty?

"I doubt I'll be the one screaming," her tone was lightly mocking.

"We'll see about that," He tore her pants off. She was now lying fully naked, in a field. He gently ran one finger down her clitoris to her opening. She gasped at the foreign touch. He roughly shoved a finger into her, and then started to pump it back and forth. Moaning loudly, she bucked her hips against him as he added another finger, until he was pumping three fingers into her. He continued this for what felt like ages, until she could barely contain herself anymore, and with a small cry, she came over his fingers.

She lay back, hair sticking to her neck, damp with perspiration. Eventually she caught her breath, and opened her eyes. The bright sunlight temporarily blurred her vision, until she was able to focus on Pai again. He was grinning widely.

"Told you" he said mockingly. She smiled flirtatiously. And launched herself at him. With a cry of alarm, he fell onto his back, her straddling him. She couldn't help but laugh at the dazed expression on his face. She leaned down, kissing down his chest and abdomen. Reaching back up to suck on his neck, she used her feet to push his boxers off, leaving both of them nude. She didn't miss the blush as she saw his arousal. She gently teased him with one hand, and he let out a high pitched squeak she had to laugh at. He rolled her over again, placing his cock at her entrance. It was quite big, and she knew it was going to hurt. He thrust into her, hard.

She yelled out in ecstasy and pain, gritting her teeth as he began to thrust in and out of her hard, giving her no time to adjust. She clutched desperately at his back, dragging her nails down his shoulders in pleasure and agony, leaving long red welts in their wake. A feral growl escaped her lips as she bucked her hips in time with him. As they both let out a moan, they climaxed together. He fell down beside her, head on the ground. Exhausted, she rolled onto her side, laying her head against his chest. Comfortingly, he began to stroke her hair. She no longer felt like and animal. It felt so normal, so right, just lying next to Pai, that for the time being, she forgot all about being meant to hate him, and the imminent danger she was in of falling asleep in a field with an enemy, and simply let the warmth of the sun and the gentle stroking of her hair lull her to sleep.

It was night. Tiny pinpricks of light pierced the midnight blue of the ocean of sky. A cold breeze lay in the air, but she was lying on something warm… with a jerk, she sat bolt upright, as the memory of the previous few hours came flooding back. 'Oh shit!'

"Shit shit shit shit shit…" she repeatedly muttered under her breath. "What the actual fuck?!" Snapping round, she noticed Pai still sleeping on the ground. He looked so peaceful in his sleep…

'Ok, seriously, STOP'. She snatched her top off the ground, seeing it torn in half. She tied it around her torso the best she could, and pulled on her shorts and boots. All were crumpled or riddled with holes; she would have her work cut out for her at home. Realizing Pai was still asleep, and naked, she grabbed a hold of his shoulder and tried to wake him.

"Pai," she murmured gently. He groaned in his sleep and brushed her hand off. Insistently now, she grabbed his shoulder and said his name again, firmly this time. He groaned even louder, the grabbed her right hand with his left and pulled it across his body, off his shoulder. Sadly, this left her pinned against his chest, her face by his.

"Pai!" she yelled frustrated, trying unsuccessfully to yank her arm away.

"Mnhnmmmm…" he moaned. He half opened his eyes, still half asleep. "Say my name again, I like it when you say my name.."

"Pai!" Wake up!" she full on shouted. He sat bolt upright, eyes wide in shock. His memories were still fresh, and he desperately pulled his pants on. They both sat there looking at each other for a moment, registering all that had happened in the afternoon. She ran her hands distractedly through her hair, trying to comprehend the enormity of what she had done.

'I slept with Pai. How could I do that? Don't I hate him? He murdered a child! And he saved my life! And he's so gorgeous! But he's only just stopped being my enemy! It's so confusing! No one can ever know of this. It can't ever happen again…' Even as it ran through her head she knew her resolve was weak. The memory of how amazing last night had been, the feeling of Pai next to her, the pleasure and joy she had never felt before, the security… How was she supposed to deny herself that, and go back to acting neutral towards him? One thing she was sure of.

"What we did was wrong. No one can know," He nodded his head solemnly in agreement.

"Do you still hate me?" The question was brutally honest. He glanced at her, eyes seeking her, looking deep into her mind. He had the amazing ability of being able to read her like a book. It was unfair, when he normally so closed off to her. She carefully considered the question. Last night, she hadn't been herself; she had been an animal, a wolf driven by lust and instincts. But there were moments she thought she felt something deeper, a stronger, emotional pull towards him… Hadn't he done enough to be forgiven?

"I…I don't…" she stammered. He continued to stare into her eyes, but his face fell. She made up her mind. "No." his face lit up into a dazzling smile that nearly made her swoon, but she wasn't finished yet.

"But I don't know how I feel about you." That was truthful. "We probably shouldn't let this happen again," He nodded his head reluctantly this time. Straight after, the shutter slammed down inside his mind, and he became cold and clinical again. He pulled on the rest of his tattered clothes, leaving the shirt where it lay in tatters on the ground.

"The least I can do is take you home," he said, offering his hand. She curled her fingers around his, revelling in their large warmth for what could be the last time. It filled her with a sad feeling. There was the odd sensation of the air being squeezed out of her lungs as he teleported them back to her hotel apartment. It left her feeling faint, and the floor began to rush up to meet her, black spots dancing before her vision. She stopped inches from hitting the ground, as large hands grabbed her, holding her steady. The overwhelming feeling of security and protection engulfed her again. He scooped her up bridal style and sat her gently on the bed, crouching in front of her.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a shock to the system the first time. I forgot," He was apologetic, it was incredibly cute. He got up and turned to go. Gratitude filled her.

"Thanks Pai!" she shouted as he opened a portal to his dimension. He spun round, grinning wildly.

"Hey Zakuro, how often do you go walking in the countryside?"

She cocked her head to one side, confused by the question. "3 or 4 times a week, why?" He winked at her seductively.

"See you same place tomorrow," Still smiling, he leapt backwards through the portal and was gone.

She sat back on the duvet, already knowing she would be there, waiting for him tomorrow. Now she was sure. Whether he was knocking her down in a fight, or stopping her from falling, or passionately in love with her, she would always have Pai. With the final happy thought, she sank into the feathery softness of the pristine white pillow, and let sleep claim her, dreaming of tomorrow.