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There was a little growl at the foot of the bed and the lump traveled up her legs, licking, nipping, and giggling every time she flinched in pleasure and pain. There was a light sheen of sweat on her body and as the smaller body settled between her legs and lapped at the most intimate places on her body, the woman arched her body as she rose to heights unimaginable. Her breathing was heavy, but her body craved for more. Only this girl, no woman could make her feel… well anything at all. In the presence of others she was the boss, the one who controlled the other woman but in bed, Mikoto made Mai her slave, an insatiable slave. Mikoto crawled up Mai's body and settled her small frame on top of Mai, covering Mai with every inch of her own body. Mikoto loved Mai's bosom, loved pressing her ear the swell and listening to the strong heartbeat of the woman she loved. Mai's arms circled around Mikoto and she sighed as thoughts came back to Mai's mind. Mikoto noticed this change in her lover, and then put her hands on Mai's chest interlacing her fingers, and then her chin on top of them.

"What's wrong Mai?" said Mikoto, her voice slightly deeper from desire, and lust. Mai looked down to Mikoto, and ran the thumb over her cheekbones. Somehow she could always find happiness in those golden eyes. Mikoto always had a power over her even before she knew what was happening then she fell in love with her. Mikoto was the only person there for her, except for maybe Natsuki. Mai knew that the past could not die, in fact she counted on that. And now she had the most powerful people in the country under her thumb, but instead of feeling fantastic about the possibilities, she felt a hollow victory. The pain was still too real, too fresh.

"I still miss him, Mikoto," Mai whispered as she let alone tear escape her eye. She felt Mikoto move up her body, and then felt her tongue travel the path of that tear, and Mikoto kissed Mai lightly, then moved to her ear and kissed her earlobe. Mai felt hot every time Mikoto did that very small gesture. Mikoto was now straddling her hips but her body was pressed against Mai's as Mai clutched her close.

"Mai, let me take away your pain," Mikoto almost pleaded in Mai's ear, and Mai clutched harder to the smaller frame, as if she where her salvation, "Mai let make help you forget, even if it is for a few moments." Mai's eyes slammed shut every time Mikoto said those words. Mikoto knew the price for loving Mai. She knew it would be pain, comforting pain, and Mikoto would have to support her, support the ever strong person that everyone thought that Mai was. All Mai could do was nod, and Mikoto made love to her, gently, reverently as if Mai was a goddess, a frail and fragile goddess.

Later when Mai was still awake after Mikoto's lovemaking, she kept thinking back to the night, that fateful night six years ago, where a boy lost his life, where her little brother was run down by a drunk driver, and left to die in the rain. When she found out she was with Mikoto and Natsuki. Mikoto was the one who took her to the hospital, and Mikoto was the one who vowed vengeance, while Mai cried.

Meanwhile

The hot water felt great on my skin after everything that happened earlier. I still don't understand what in the hell is going on and I don't like it. I have a guest that could possibly turn hostage in my bed with my gun, and here I am showering like there is not a problem in the world. I looked once more to the scratch on my arm. The way she wielded that knife, even with how weak she was surprised me. I think there is a little more to the Princess than meets the eye. I take deep breaths as I took the bar of soap and lather up my body, then I slow as I flash images of Shizuru in my mind, leaning back into me, crying on me, and I felt a stirring in the pit of my belly. I shake out the thoughts like a dog would shake their coat of water. I will talk to Mai about a vacation. As I turn off the water, towel of my body and throw clothes on, I wrap my hair in my towel. I step into the open space of the loft, and then look to the bed. She hasn't eaten in over a day. I walk to the phone and I dial the number. A boy's voice picked up the phone and took my order. Mai's always had fast delivery for me; I am the only one they deliver too. And before I could brush out the tangles of my hair the buzzer sounded that there was some one there. I went to the cabinet and opened the door, and looked at the tiny TV. It was the food, but I still had a gun on me. I felt sorry for the kid and spoke into the intercom and told him to leave it and I will get it momentarily. He did as I asked a left. I also get free food from Mai. Even though she saved my life, I still think I get great perks from this relationship. I retrieved the food and put it on the counter. I looked to the bed, and saw it was empty. I looked the loft over, and then looked to the bathroom. I noticed the gun on the nightstand next to the bed. I walked over to the door and opened it up, without thinking. I think that was one of many mistakes.

I needed to get out of these clothes. I feel like I have worn them for years. I sweat in them, fought in them and slept in them. I needed to feel clean again. I turned on the water in the bathroom, as I stripped off my clothes. It was still wet from Natsuki's shower from before. I went to pull the tape off of my shoulder when the door opened. There stood my…hostess. She looked at me, and kept looking at me, and for once in my life I felt revealed, and shy. I saw her eyes deepen in shades of green and then she looked to the ground. Then she stepped into the bathroom, close to me. Her hands moved to my shoulders and then she gently turned me toward her. Her eyes caught mine once more and I swear that I think I might have melted. Then her fingers went to the tape on my arm. She gently pulled the tape off, and then ever so slightly tried to pull the gauze from the hole, but I flinched and paled. She sighed.

"This is going to hurt a little. The blood dried to the gauze and it's a little embedded in the wound. You have a choice." I looked at her, eyes watering from the pain and I silently asked. "Jerk it quick like a band aid or peel it off."

"Jerk it," I said without even thinking. She nodded

She clutched the tape and then looked back to my eyes. When she jerked away the gauze I felt a blinding white hot pain travel not only to my fingertips but to my toes. I screamed and then I clutched at her arm. I felt a pressure envelope me, and when I came back from my realm of tortuous pain I realized she was holding me. Her arms where wrapped around me, supporting my weight for I did not know my knees almost buckled. She was swaying me back and forth, but her body was ridged, like this was the first time to try to help someone, comfort someone.

I don't know it happened, but it did. She is here in my arms, undressed, and at the moment in time I feel like… well I don't know how I feel. My arms are only encircling the tops of her shoulders, but I can feel my hands want to travel the length of her back, strange. I can feel her breasts against mine, and I cock my head slightly at the sensation. I never really gave a thought about myself and sexuality, hell I never let anyone close enough to wonder about such things, but right then I was definitely wondering so many things I could not pick out a thought and coherently think it through. This was definitely a mistake. But then her good arm, the one that clutched my arm tightly as she screamed, encircles my waist and rest there. Her breathing was once again heavy but quickly started to settle back to a normal tempo. I never knew she was that much taller than I was, wait what kind of thought was that. I need to get the hell out of this bathroom. I close my eyes and I let go of the woman and she seemed to whimper at the loss of contact, and then I turned away and opened my eyes to the wall, not looking at the vision to my left.

"If you need anything more, just ask. There is food, for you as well. I will put it in the microwave." I turned to leave, but then I heard her voice, her voice that carried a bit of an accent that I didn't notice before.

"Thank you, Natsuki," she said, and it was the way she said my name, so innocent so soft, but I wanted to hear her say it again. I nodded my head and walked out of the bathroom, and when the door closed I leaned against it, regaining my composure. I took a deep breath and set the island for two. I don't have a kitchen table, but I put barstools around the island and that's the way I like it. I like open space.

I could feel her body, her warm arms, and her breath on my ear. What in the hell is happening to me? I got into the hot shower and washed my body as fast as I could and then just stood under the spray. Then my thoughts ran to her. She is not only drop dead gorgeous, but striking. She doesn't say much but I can tell she can be kind, I don't know how I know this but I can feel it. Maybe it was in the way she held me as I was about to fall. But why was she looking at me like that as she opened to the door? I have only seen on other person look at me like that before, but that person didn't make me…burn. Yes burn is the right word. It is a burn that I can't control and the longer I am here the larger the fire with be. I can feel that. My thoughts were interrupted by my stomach as it decided to grab my attention by rumbling so hard that I almost laughed. As I got out of the shower there was a small problem, clothes. I opened the door, and walked out tentatively, wrapped in a towel. I saw Natsuki, at the island, sitting in silence, waiting for her food to cool. I cleared my throat, and she turned her head.

"I am sorry, but I need my clothes."

"I had to burn them," she said and my eyes went wide, but then I never saw that bloodied sweat shirt again either. I understood the terms shredding evidence and I guess this was an equivalent to that. She got off the bar tool and motioned me to follow.

"Here are the drawers with the clothes, the closet has jeans, and the top draw here has under wear," then she looked at me gain and I felt her eyes skim over my chest, "but I don't think you can wear my bras." I looked down to her chest and saw that she was smaller than I was and then I looked to her face and smiled. She blushed as my eyes roamed over her chest. I walked to the closet and then grabbed a pair of black jeans but my towel unfurled in the closet and when I looked to my right she was there. But her eyes were trained on my arm. It began to bleed. I hurried in the closet, and then grabbed another sweatshirt from the drawers. She sat on the bed with her medical supplies but her back was turned from me. I can't get a bearing on her. First she will go into a bathroom, help a naked woman then embrace a naked woman, but then she can't look at a woman in a towel. As I tossed on the jeans she saw me about to put the shirt on and stopped me. She motioned to the chair in front of her. I sat there, topless as her experienced fingers swabbed that wound, and then wrapped it, but once when she swept under my arm the back of her hand grazed the side of my breast. I gasped and then she looked down to see what happened as she turned away as she saw my nipples harden. I quickly put my shirt on. We ate in silence, but I could feel something in the air. When we finished she went to the couch and then curled up on the sofa in a blanket. When she closed her eyes I knew she meant for me to go to the bed, but then I walked up to the woman and noticed that even under the blanket she was shivering.

"Your bed is big enough," I said quietly. Her eyes opened and she angled her head to look at me. She was thinking, contemplating the situation. Then she nodded and stood.

I can't believe I just heard those words. I am fully aware that there is something going on. I have tried many times to stop thinking about it but when I opened that door the only thought that flew across my mind was wow. Then I saw her in the closet, wow. She wowed me, nobody wows me and I think this is starting to frighten me. My body is acting on its own and I only met this woman yesterday. Now I will be sharing a bed with her. I watched her get into the bed and then cover up and then I saw her look at me. She nodded as if to tell me to get in. I just kept telling myself I am here for the warmth and that was at least enough for me to sit down. Then I felt it, her hand on my back. I looked over and saw her; it was a different type of glint in her amber eyes. They were richer, redder. I lay down but I tried to stay as far on my side of the bed as possible. Then I felt it again, her hand. She took my hand, why?

"Natsuki what is going on?" she asked and I was not entirely clear on what events she was talking about. I looked at her then I squeezed her hand and then put it on her side of the bed.

"I don't know, but I want to find out," I said in a voice just above a whisper. Then she did something else I wasn't expecting. I leaned over the bed and wrapped her arms around me. I froze.

"Thank you for saving my life," she said those words in my ear, and I felt my entire body heat up. She dislodged from me and then went back to the other side of the bed.

"Shizuru," I said to the air around us. I inched a little more into the middle of the bed, just to get warm. I heard an audible hmm, and then I looked at her. I put my hand on the covers and I rolled onto my side and looked down at the woman, beautiful.

"I have never saved a person before," as I said those words, she put her hand on top of mine accepting my truth as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then sleep over took us as we settled into the warmth of the bed.