A lone vine rose from under his velvet hair, dropping down to circle lovingly around her wrist. The spikes, while usually deadly, where harmless when it came to cradling any part of her body. The vine rose up, taking a part of her long brown hair and winding around it.

"New trick," Shizuru asked, touching the vine.

Kurama simply smiled, reaching up to run his claws through his hair. "You could very well call it that." It was the same 'trick' he used back in the Demon World Tournament.

"Not bad."

Kurama arched an eyebrow. "Not bad," he questioned.

Shizuru smirked, reached up to grasp the collar of his shirt and gave it a strong yank, pulling him down so that their lips touched. The vine around her hair almost vibrated, slithering up further, cradling her head so that she stayed connected to the fox.

Needy demon , the brunette mused.

He was indeed needy, but only when it came to his mate. Everything about her was exotic, from her personality to her scent to the way she showed affection. She was a hidden treasure, one he intended to keep. It was selfish, but he was a demon, and she knew very well what she was getting into when she agreed to mate with him.

My mate, a voice inside his head hissed.

He pulled away, letting air fill his lungs. Shizuru did the same, her attention shifting from him to the vine, which was now wrapping itself around her shoulder. It tasked itself with pushed down her shirt, showing off the mated mark on her neck. The mark Kurama gave her a good few weeks ago.

The brunette pushed the vine away from her mark, letting it go down her arm. It left a few rosepettle in her hair, an intentional claim that warned other demons to stay the hell away.

"Hey, you going to stare all evening?"

Kurama hid his smirk. "Is my dear human getting impatient?"

"No. Your dear human wants-"

He kissed her, latching onto her hips, pushing them against the mattress of his bed. He savored every moment; inhaling her bittersweet scent as his fingers intertwined with her hair.

"Your exquisit," he muttered against her lips.

Shizuru felt her cheeks flush.

"Quite the sweet talker."

"You enjoy it."

"Oh?" She gave his hair a small tug. "I suppose you're on to something there."

"I usually am."

"Smartass."

The fox clicked his tongue, trailing his claws down her neck and over the mated mark. He enjoyed the way it burnt under his thumb and how it brought a brilliant red tint to his mates cheeks. Shizuru blushing was a rare sight indeed. He documented the image to memory, leaning down to lay a kiss to her forehead.

"Such a beauty," he praised.

"Now your just trying to make me blush," Shizuru shot back, but there was an underlying softness to her words. Kurama was, by far, the best man she's ever been with, and she told him that ever so often, when it was just the two of them.

"No more talking," she said, giving his hair a tug. "I don't want to talk anymore."

"Patents is a virtue."

"I don't give a damn, Kurama."

"No?" he hummed, rubbing her forearms. His vine circled around her hips, leaving long, red marks along her flesh before pushing up her oversized, grey shirt. Shizuru didn't stop him, letting the vine expose her stomach- a show of submission.

Kurama stared at her, emerald eyes glowing with mirth, before he bent down (to slow, if you asked Shizuru) and connected their lips. Both his hands and vine worked in sync, exploring her human body with such care, as if it were one of his roses. She let him. There was nothing to hide, not from him.