A/N: I do not own Skip Beat or the inspiring song.

This story is inspired by Def Leppard's Have You Ever Needed Someone So Badly and a little bit of Atreyu's Wait for You but mostly the first song.

Warning: OOC and LEMON. C'mon folks, you knew this was going to happen someday. It's rated M now. *grin*

Tonight is the night for stars. No, not the ones high in the sky, but the ones walking on the red carpet. It was 6pm, and Ren was standing in front of a black stretch limo holding a single long stem red rose. The night was early enough that the area was rather busy granting him a number of stunned stares and hushed whispers.

He was dressed in pure black, black dress shoes, socks, pants, belt, long sleeved dress shirt and jacket. The only other color on him was a pure white silk tie that hung around his neck. Everything fit his frame perfectly, it was tailor made just for his body. No one could deny the sex appeal this man had, he was dripping with it.

What was he doing waiting outside with a limo? He was waiting for a woman of course. Within minutes, the only woman that was his definition of love walked down from her condo and towards him.

Kyoko looked gorgeous. She wore a midnight blue strapless dress. It wrapped around her body and looked like it tied with an oversized vertical bow nestled into the dress at her right side. It covered her from the top of her breast to a little past mid-thigh. Her legs were covered in black stockings or hose and her feet were adorned with satin midnight blue heels with a high heel. Her make-up was flawless as was her perfectly styled orange hair. She sashayed up to him with a smirk on her face. She had a small black clutch bag and nothing else. He opened the door for her as she approached.

"Good Evening, Tsuruga-san." She paused before going in and looked up into his eyes.

"You look wonderful, Kyoko," he whispered to her and she looked away and smiled. He held out the rose to her and she took it. She took the soft pedals to her lips and let the flower caress them as she looked up at him.

"You look very nice yourself," she spoke softly into the flower and stepped inside.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood rushing throughout his body as she teased him. He licked his lips and followed her inside. As soon as the door closed, the driver merged into traffic.

"How are you, Ren?"

Her voice brought his eyes over to her. She was sitting so close to him, her legs crossed towards him, where some black lace peeked from under her skirt. God, she was wearing thigh high stockings.

He swallowed before speaking, "I'm fine. When are you going to call me Ren in public?"

She shrugged. "I've been calling you Tsuruga-san for so long now. It would cause suspicion if I started calling you Ren now."

It's been about seven years. Seven years she has been in his life, climbing the stardom ladder and was extremely well known. Tonight she was up for leading actress in her latest movie, Love's Woe. She played a half angel, half demon who fell in love with an angel in a war between the two. She was the demon's savior until she fell in love with the enemy. It was a very Romeo & Juliet story line. The story was very adult which she very much was one now.

He sighed. "No one would mind. In fact, people see us together all the time and wonder why we are so formal to each other." Ren didn't look at her when he spoke. If he did, he would lose. It was already so difficult having her eyes ogle him, her body so close to his in the small confines of the limo.

"You call me Kyoko in public. We aren't so formal," she countered. He could hear the smile on her lips as she spoke. He didn't have to look at her, he knew that smile. A shiver ran across his skin as her fingers touched his hand which was resting on his knee.

"Kyoko, please, we will be there shortly," his voice was soft, throaty and his breath became harsh and his eyes closed instinctively. He felt her slide towards him, her small frame pressing against his arm.

"I know and it's simply too bad," her voice was deep, teasing and so very close to his ear. He turned towards her, finally looking at her, and it stole his breath away all the while making his blood boil.

She leaned forward making her skirt hike up her thigh revealing perfect pale skin, ruined only by the black strap of a garter belt. Her right arm was wrapped around his left, her fingers playing with his. However, it was her left hand that was caressing his thigh, edge closer to his package that was driving him mad.

Kyoko easily brought out whatever she wanted out of him and more and more recently she wanted the Emperor. She grinned momentary before he stole her lips and took her hand from his thigh holding it away. He pulled his left arm from between them and wrapped it around her waist forcing her closer to him.

She moaned into the kiss. His lips suckling hers, her right arm wrapped around his shoulders. He let go of her left hand when she licked his lower lip asking to play. He groaned and parted his lips. Her sweet devilish tongue found his as he pulled her almost completely onto his lap.

His right arm felt something stiff underneath the satin fabric of her dress, like a teddy of some sort and his left hand ran up her leg, feeling the rough stocking and lace onto her soft smooth thigh. The fabric of the dress easily moved with him, her skirt riding up and revealing a lavender thong with black trimming.

"Why do you do this to me, Kyoko?" He whispered onto her skin as he kissed and licked down her jaw and her neck. His hand played with the little strings that made up her thong, he started to roll it off her hips when her hands touched his, making him stop.

"We can't. We are in line to be escorted in," she told him. Ren looked outside and sure enough there was a limo in front of them and behind them with a huge crowd outside of a large auditorium that hosted their award ceremony.

He sighed and ran his hand across her body once more as she pulled away. She smiled at him once more and pulled out a small tube of lipstick, a wipe and a small compact mirror. She refreshed her make-up and handed the mirror and wipe to him. He quickly rubbed off the rouge color from his lips.

He handed the mirror back to her and tried to calm down. He thanked the gods that he was an actor, he can switch his emotions around and squash old ones in a minute. That is if the cause of the original feeling wasn't still teasing him. She was fixing her dress back to its original form. It really was the innocent things she did that made him love her even more. She was wiggling around in that little dark blue dress, hiding the sexy lingerie from view and making sure everything looked perfect once again.

Yet he knew what potential lied beneath that silky dress, the heat that emanated from within, the sounds she would make under his hands, his lips. The things she could do with her body upon his. Everything she did to touch his heart and break it all over again, each and every time.

It was their turn now. The cameras were flashing from all directions as were the voices of reporters and fans. He smiled his dashing smile and waved handsomely to everyone around and then turned to give his love a hand out of the limo.

Kyoko flashed a smile that could rival his and started walking in front of him before giving his hand a little squeeze. The door was closed behind them as they walked down the red aisle.

"REN! REN!" the fans screamed into the night and he waved in all different directions.

TSURUGA! TSURUGA!" The reporters screamed hoping to ask a question.

"KYOKO!" Everyone called her Kyoko, the fans and the reporters and thankfully he could too without worry.

"Tsuruga-san! Channel 280, E-News. Your latest movie is in the running for best picture and yourself as best actor in America. Why are you here tonight?"

He smiled at the determined woman and she looked away blushing slightly. "I'm here to support my fellow actors and actresses who have been nominated tonight. I know they have worked very hard, and I hope they will be honored tonight."

"Like Kyoko?" Another reporter beside her asked. She was from a top celebrity magazine that he remembered doing an interview before.

"Yes, and others as well." He smiled his dazzling smile at everyone, his eyes trying to focus as the flashes tried to blind him. Slightly behind him Kyoko was answering questions of her own.

"Do you hope to beat out Kotonami Kanae for best actress this year, Kyoko?"

Ren couldn't help but smile at her hesitant answer, "Oh, I don't know. She was wonderful in her latest. It was so wonderfully done and it brought me to tears as she finally found her lost love. Whoever wins, I will fully support."

"What is your relationship with the newly famed actress, Kyoko?" Ren glanced at male reporter from a tabloid asking this question.

At the same time, another question was being asked for Kyoko. "We see you arrived with Tsuruga Ren, are you two finally an item?"

"No, we are just the closes of friends and I hope we will continue to stay that way," she answered without a hint of hesistation.

Ren's smile faltered hearing her reply. He remembered himself and the question being asked. I love her. I love her so very much and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

"We are only friends sharing a limo." He smiled gallantly and another question was shot out from another reporter this time from another television network.

"Tsuruga-san! You have made three movies now in America, why do you still stay in Tokyo when you could be in Hollywood?"

"It's my home. I don't want to be anywhere else," he answered but inside the real answer was very different. 'll be where ever she is. Even if she still doesn't feel the same way. She is my everything.

He turned and started to walk towards the entrance just as Kyoko did.

After the event...

Ren struggled to get his card key in the door while her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. His tie was long forgotten and his hands full of the two awards she won that night. She was kissing down his collarbone to the skin of his chest that she was revealing with her nimble fingers. He finally got the door open and he clumsily set the awards and keys down on the small table by the door. Kyoko's hands were all over his chest and back, her lips and tongue nipping and licking his skin.

With his hands finally free, he lifted her up and claimed her lips as she wrapped her body around his. Her mouth devoured his as he stumbled to get his shoes off. Hers easily slipped off and fell behind him as he carried her to his bedroom. It's always his bedroom, never hers.

They fell upon the bed and they separated to strip off. He pulled his shirt the rest of the way and it fell to the floor and he started to unbuckle his belt and pants as she slowly unzipped her dress, his eyes never leaving her for a second. Kyoko enjoyed teasing him. How she learned to do this so well, he never knew. She wasn't always like this.

Flashback...

This was a dream. It has to be a dream. Nothing like this could ever happen not after so long.

Today was her 22nd birthday and what did she want to do? Cook for him. Kyoko wanted to have dinner at his place, not her new condo in the newer side of Tokyo but his place. He offered to take her to the best restaurant in town and she wanted to come to his place. How could he say no to the birthday girl?

Little did he realize that wasn't the true reason she wanted to go there. After everything was done and eaten, Ren was trying to think of a way to make her stay just a little bit longer when she kissed him.

"I…I… I'm sorry! I should go," Kyoko stammered with her face beet red and was quickly gathering her items. Ren was still trying to cope with the shock of it when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to his lips.

His lips gently tasted hers as she grew bolder and licked his lips. He groaned and parted his lips to let his tongue dance with hers. She crawled up onto his lap, her legs straddling his left thigh, her hands pressed against his chest holding herself off of him slightly.

"Kyoko, I've waiting for so long," he whispered softly. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. She loved him. She did, finally, she saw him.

"I lo…" Her lips crashed onto his before he could finish savagely capturing his mouth. He broke the kiss after a few moments, he was looking into her eyes and they glittered with uncertainty, fear, lust, hunger, and nervousness.

"Kyoko, I lo…" Again she stopped his words and he frowned as she kissed him.

"Don't," she whispered her lips tickling his as she spoke, "Don't say it. I'm… I'm not ready yet, please. I simply want to be with you. Please?"

He was stunned, hurt, angry and horny as hell. She wanted his body? Or does she love him and isn't willing to say it yet? She couldn't have sex with someone and not love them right? She had to love him to go this step. Right?

Their first time, their first few months, he was the one in control and Ren embraced her every chance he could. Kyoko learned the joy of sex quickly, exactly like everything else she did. Her blue dress slowly started to fall off as the zipper went down. He saw her not so subtle breast pressed inside a lavender colored corset with black lace trim.

The dress came off and was now decorating his floor and she stayed kneeling there in the middle of his bed, with the sexiest little teddy hugging her fuller curves, making her breasts begging to be released and kissed. She wore a matching thong and those garter belt straps hooking to the top of her stockings making her pale skin more eye-catching.

His growing arousal ached as he watched her start to unhook the top hook of the corset. His eyes following her fingers down and they stopped when she did. The tight lingerie revealed the valley of her breast, taunting him. She was beautiful, a goddess in his bedroom. He looked up at her face and she was smiling at him.

"I need your help with the rest." She pouted sexily.

He licked his lips and ripped off the rest of his clothing. He crawled over to her and she crawled back slowly, giving the hunter some chase. She knew how to play his buttons, buttons that only she could push. How she loved pushing them.

After a while, Ren found that she didn't want to make their relationship official. She never let him say those three words he felt since she was 16 and Kyoko never even tried to say them to him. He thought maybe if the friendship with benefits relationship continues she would say it. They did everything together. They spoke to each other almost every day. When he was in America they set up a web cam and saw and talked to each other. Everything about them screamed they were in a relationship, yet she wouldn't allow them to actually be together.

It's always "Tsuruga-san" in front of other people. No dates but co-worker lunches or dinners. She had her own car so no more rides. No touching in public, we are not dating. She was still afraid of love.

She wasn't in LoveMe anymore. At least no one treated her like she was. She was unofficially out of it since she premiered when she was 18 and made it huge. President Lory still often called her for some duties but no one else dared to. It didn't seem right anymore. Not to mention there were a dozen or so more LoveMe members now a days.

Ren tried to stop the love making sessions. He felt like he was being used but he always found her in his arms like tonight. No matter how hard he fought her, how he tried to persuade her to do other things, Kyoko seduced him, and they would end up tangled in his sheets.

He had her underneath him now, his fingers unhooking the small hooks that made up her corset, slowly revealing the soft skin underneath. He pressed his lips against her skin and she ran her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching his scalp, sending little waves of electricity down his body. He finally got rid of that constricting fabric, showing him the sweetest drug he has ever been addicted to. He kissed her body as his fingers unhooked the garters from her stockings. Tonight those could stay on, for the first round anyway.

His mouth found her sensitive peaks and suckled them between his lips. Kyoko moaned and arched her back against him, urging him further. She tasted so sweet. The sounds from her lips drove him insane. The feel of her body made his ache with need. The sight of her underneath him, on top of him, around him was burned into his mind. There was no escaping her. He needed her so badly like fish needed water to live.

She lifted her leg up between his and gently caressed his hardened member and he moaned as her leg glided across him. She slipped her leg from between him always teasing and then hooked hers around his waist, telling him to take the next step. Sometimes they took things slow, he tasted her, or she would taste him.

Right now was a time for needs to be met. He was thinking of her the whole night, as she sat beside him, their little make-out session in the limo before hand constantly on his mind these last few hours. His hand ran down her body and to the little thong that still covered her up. He gripped the little string and yanked hard, snapping the string off. He pushed away the small scrap of material away to the other side of her hip exposing the dark curls of her sex. His fingers nestled into her thatch of curls, and she squirmed as his fingers found their way into her folds.

"God, you're so wet," Ren groaned. His fingers slipped inside of her easily and she thrust her hips against his fingers with a whimper.

"I've missed you, Ren," Kyoko whispered huskily. She opened her eyes and looked into his, her lip caught between her teeth. He loved the way she said his name. No, she still didn't know his real identity. Even have reaching his goal of making his own name, she came into the picture and he couldn't stop. He didn't want to ruin everything, this thing he had with her, barely holding on with a hair. If he told her, would that make her leave or love him? He couldn't take it if she left him.

He had her now. This was fine. He glided his fingers across her clit and she panted and grinded her hips against his hand. He brought her over, his fingers glistening with her juices as he rode out her orgasm.

"I need you, Ren, please," Kyoko moaned. He couldn't say no to her. No matter what she did or asked, no matter how she felt about him. He would always say yes.

Ren crawled up her body, his aching length, hard and ready to replace his fingers inside of her. He kissed his way up, his tongue lavishing her hard little nipples, his teeth nipping her skin making her squirm under him. His lips capturing hers in an intoxicating kiss only she could provide him.

He rose up away from her and lifted her hips. He loved watching her as he glided himself upward, deep inside her. A soft passionate cry erupted from her lips as he stretched her. She was so hot, so wet and she accepted his large length completely. He eased out of her slowly, letting her adjust around him. He didn't want to hurt her, though he knew she often impaled herself with his erection without pain.

"Harder, Faster," she pleaded with him and he obliged. He rocked inside of her over and over. She jerked violently gasping as he moved inside of her, her breath hot and fast in a steady rhythm with his thrusts.

How many times has he held her, made love to her, made her scream and moan in the throes of passion. He was the only one to touch her like this. The only one to feel the slick wet heat of her body surround his, the only one to hear her cry out and shake as he brought her climax over and over again, the only one that filled her with his seed even if she was on the pill.

Kyoko swore that there was no one else.

"If there was no one else, why not be with me then?" Ren would ask her. She would cuddle her naked body next to his, wrapping herself against his side and he held her. They would often make love multiple times a night. They didn't get to be together often and always made the best of their time together.

"I am with you," Kyoko replied and fell asleep in his arms. She does love me. He would tell himself.

Every night, Ren would watch her sleep, her breath against his skin. He would fall asleep with his arms wrapped around her, a smile on his lips.

And every morning, he would wake up alone with a broken heart until next time.

A/N: *cries*