Thank you to those of you who took the time to write a review for the previous chapters. I really appreciate it! ^^ Especially since it seems like some anti-reviewing affliction goes around this place like the plague... Lol~

Chapter Three

Alone in his sparsely furnished apartment, Hei was lying on the floor with his hands locked behind his head. He couldn't help but grin. After all, he had just spent an unexpectedly passionate night with the lady officer; something that had never been part of the original plan. In a state of delirium, she was the one to throw herself at him.

Some might say that he had taken advantage of her, but that wasn't true. He had given her exactly what she had wanted. There were no doubts regarding who she had been thinking of the entire time as she had called his name – his human name. Even so, it would be ridiculously absurd to be jealous of his other persona when they were essentially one and the same person.

If the others found out, they weren't going to be pleased. Then again, Huang was never pleased with him and he didn't give a damn what the other man thought. He had done his part. The mission had been completed successfully. What he chose to do in his free time was his business and no one else's.

She was surprisingly bold as he never expected her to try anything; she never did when they were just Li and Misaki. As it were, he already struggled with his self-control around her. It hadn't helped that she had shamelessly teased and tempted him. Chuckling at the memory, he could say that he had the sweetest revenge of all.

Sighing softly, he closed his eyes as he recalled the evening. Her seductive whimpers and arsenal of sexy little sounds; the silky feel of her flushed skin beneath his fingertips; the sweet taste of her lips; the way her body fit perfectly with his. Above all else, he had the moments afterward as she slept within his embrace; nothing mattering except the fact that she was tucked safely beside him.

He had dozed off for a little bit, but stayed awake after he woke. He didn't want to miss a moment as he could watch her slumbering peacefully. He listened as she murmured in her sleep, the movement of her lips like feathered kisses against his skin. How tempted he had been to rouse her and repeat the process; to find himself buried deep inside her once more.

He didn't. Instead, he held her until the early morning hours before he carefully slipped free from her side. She had stirred slightly and shifted in her sleep. Watching her for a moment, he turned to get dressed. Between her dream-like state and some calculated moves on his part, he didn't think she had seen his face. Though he wanted to stay, he knew he couldn't. Otherwise, the precautions he had taken would have been for naught.

Finally fully dressed again, he stopped beside the nightstand and emptied his pockets of her belongings: her glasses, the first precaution he had taken; her cell phone, still powered off; and her keys, the car sitting in the parking lot. When he turned to leave, he couldn't resist and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

She murmured and again, he heard his other name. Smiling softly, he leaned in to whisper his secret in her ear. Then, he forced his legs to take him away from the bed, away from her, to the door. He slipped out quietly, still smiling as he had left her with a parting gift… For now she was infatuated with his quieter, gentler persona, but there would come a time she felt that towards his actual self. He would make sure of it. All in all, he couldn't wait until the next opportunity he had to meet her.

Slowly rousing from her slumbers, Misaki sighed softly as she rolled over and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She didn't want to wake yet! She had the most fantastic dream of time spent with Li… It would be such a shame to wake, knowing she would have to face another day of work. Even so, she couldn't fight it. With another sigh, a sound of displeasure, she rolled onto her back and stretched from the tips of her toes to her fingertips; her arms stretched high above her head.

Her conscious mind was slow to return to her, but something felt off. As she continued to stretch, she realized what it was. The silken feel of bed sheets was not her own. Not only that, but she felt it shifting against bare skin – everywhere… She forced her eyes open and she did not recognize her surroundings. Everything seemed to tell her that she was lying naked in some suspicious location…

Squeezing her eyes shut, her mind in a state of disbelief, she slowly pulled her arms back underneath the covers. Frantically, she had to double check. Her hands touched everywhere: her chest, her shoulders, her stomach, her legs, everywhere. Her fingertips grazed her inner thigh, eliciting a slight moan as memories began to flood her brain. She couldn't help but clamp her hand over her mouth; that such a sensual sound could come from her. Unfortunately, her attempt to block them out was like trying to stop a flood with a pile of sticks – futile.

Her lips began to tingle at the reminder of lips crushed to hers; sometimes rough and ruthlessly demanding; yet sometimes sweet and gentle as her lower lip had been teased between his. Her skin became flushed; burning for the soft touch of his fingertips and languid caress of his tongue. And the burning feel of heat pooling between her legs; a sensation of tenderness with a heady reminder of hips moving in rhythm with her own.

She tried not to panic as her dream of making love to Li was not a dream, but actually reality. Cautiously with trepidation, she turned her head to the side. She didn't even think that her crazed actions might have awakened him. Luckily, there was no one there. But as she laid there listening for other sounds, her short-lived relief was replaced by another panic. Though she had dreamt of him, she hadn't been with him last evening…

She closed her eyes, trying to recall everything. What she got for her effort was the memory of her name, whispered to her in a deep seductive voice; the feel of whispered kisses along her ear and down her side; the sensation of greedy eyes feasting on her naked breasts. Another moan almost escaped her lips as she clamped her hand over her mouth once more. Why the hell was she feeling this aroused when she didn't even know who she had been with?

She opened her eyes as closing them seemed to have the detrimental effect of remembering everything that happened between the sheets, yet nothing before that. A deep breath in and she was slow to exhale. A deep breath in and she was slow to exhale. Eventually, she felt around for her glasses as they must be around somewhere. Her arm flailed blindly to her side and she winced as she smashed it against a sturdy nightstand.

Ignoring the pain, she felt around on the tabletop for her belongings. As her hand closed around her glasses and she pulled it towards herself, she heard a number of things tumble to the floor. Paying no attention to it, she slowly put on her glasses. She turned her head every which way, but nothing seemed familiar. She didn't even recall walking into this room which seemed characteristic of an average hotel.

A nervous feeling began to build in the pit of her stomach. She wouldn't go off with just anyone, let alone sleep with them… Yet all she could remember from her evening was the intensely passionate love making; or perhaps she should refer to it as sex since love making seemed too intimate when she didn't even know who her partner was.

She didn't think she had ever felt this nervous before; afraid of what her final conclusion might be. Even so, she was determined to figure it out somehow. She pulled herself towards the headboard before sitting up, pulling the covers with her. Though she wished it wasn't so, the proof was in front of her eyes. Her clothes were strewn everywhere; her bra dangling across the back of a chair; her blouse on the floor on the other side.

Still in disbelief at her own wanton behaviour, she finally spotted her cell phone on the floor. With a resigned sigh, she held the blanket to her chest as she bent over the edge of the bed to pick it up. It was almost within her grasp when something else captured her attention. It lay close to the base of the bed frame; the reason why she hadn't spotted it at first.

The disbelief changed into shock as her mouth feel open and her arm fell away from her chest. Her eyes closed, hoping that it wasn't true. Gradually, she opened one eye and then the other, pleading to someone, anyone, that it wouldn't still be there… But it was. A nervous twitch shook her hand. She refused to believe it. It would all disappear if she actually touched it. This had to be awaking from a dream inside a dream.

Cell phone forgotten on the floor, she reached out her hand towards it, suddenly reminded of something similar; the beginning to this nightmare-like situation. She wanted to know, but part of her didn't want to at the same time. The fact that she had slept with someone was already surreal. But the truth of that… She had no words to describe what it would mean.

Steeling her nerves, she stuck out her hand that last remaining distance. It was smooth against her fingertips. When she tried to pick it up, it did not vanish as she had hoped it would. Neither did she awaken once more, to find herself lying in her own room.

"No!" she wailed, diving under the covers and pulling it over her head. "No! No! No!"

She trembled uncontrollably as everything came rushing back to her. The pouring rain soaking into her clothes as she scaled the old building's ladder; her fall and the feel of solid chest slamming into her as she was saved; but most importantly, the fact that she had been abandoned on the adjacent rooftop with no way to escape…

Vaguely, she recalled huddling by the entrance to escape the rain. He must have come back for her as he had already saved her once that night. He could have killed her then and there, but he never did. He must have brought her here for shelter from the rain… Yet in a state of delirium, she had made a move on him thinking he was Li in her dream…

"No!" she wailed again, hoping that it wasn't true.

As much as she tried to deny it, she couldn't. Slowly, she stuck her head out from beneath the covers and resumed a sitting position. Her hand shook, her fingers locked in a grip around the undeniable proof. Hesitantly, she pulled her hand out from beneath the cover and placed it on her lap. It trembled as her hand was shaking from her death grip on it as she found herself staring at the signature lightning-streaked mask of her nemesis, the Black Reaper.

Her mind blanked, still unable to comprehend the significance of the truth. Not only had she been close to the Black Reaper, but she had been that close. On top of that, she couldn't figure out why. She had called out to Li, so why would BK-201 respond? None of it made sense, but it didn't matter; just because it did not make sense, it did not negate the truth.

Though she tried, she couldn't make heads or tails of the evening. A Contractor was emotionless and rational. The entire process of fornication was irrational. For a Contractor to behave this way, the only reason she could think of was because it was part of a mission. Yet it couldn't be true; the passion and intensity of BK-201's actions when it would have sufficed to be in, out and gone within matters of minutes – if it were a mission-related task…

"Ahh!" she screamed, not sure what to do at this point.

In her possession was the Black Reaper's mask. It wasn't like she could hand it over to analytics as she would have to explain how she obtained it, yet still did not see the man's face; a precaution, she realized in retrospect. She didn't really want to keep it since it gave her the chills whenever she looked at it; but she couldn't just throw it away either.

Struggling to make a decision on her next plan of action, she snuggled her way under the covers again since she was getting cold. She hated this. She was supposed to put cuffs on the man's wrists, but now she wasn't so sure she could; after knowing the soft touch of his skin, the rigid contours of his muscles and even the shapely roundness of his bottom; all hidden away beneath that long trench coat of his. Even now, desire for him continuing to course through her veins and cloud her judgment.

"Damn it!" she yelled.

Rolling over onto her side, she wished a giant black hole would open up beneath her and take her away from this chaotic mess her life had become overnight. She thought she had been the clever one to track him down alone, but he had proven her wrong. Whatever his purpose, his actions one-upped any plans that she could have formulated. All in all, she didn't want to meet with him any time soon; especially since she couldn't guarantee what sort of action she might take – to hunt him down like the criminal he was or lock him in a room with her, seeking for the passionate lover he had been…

A/N: And that's a wrap... Probably not the best of endings, but this was only meant to be a one-shot. It seemed better when I first thought of it, but I took too long in actually writing it out so I lost some of my initial ideas =_=;; Anyways, I think the title makes a bit more sense after reading the whole thing through, but yah... -shrugs-

And this is the what-th time I've used dream-reality confusion when it comes to Hei-Misaki interactions? Haha~ Oh well. Hopefully it has been an enjoyable read~