I was back in the penthouse, already beginning to clean up the dishes and put away the leftovers, jumping when two arms wrapped around me. "What all do we have left?" Usagi-san asks, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Um…just a few more pieces of ham, almost all of the deviled eggs, a couple of sugar cookies all but a slice of the cake…I should have made a more casual meal." He laughed, holding me tighter against him.

"No, it was perfect, they were probably just saving room for their own families you know." I sighed, leaning against him, letting the plate I had been holding slip under the warm water. I grabbed the nearest dish towel and dried my hands before turning to him, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"Yeah, I should have considered that," He places his hands on my hips, a sly smile spreading across his face as he leans forward, turning on the small portable radio near the sink. The music feels the air as his hands slide back to my hips.

My head is stuck in the clouds
She begs me to come down
Says "Boy quit foolin' around"
I told her "I love the view from up here
The warm sun and wind in my ear
We'll watch the world from above
As it turns to the rhythm of love"

I smile, swaying with him, "This doesn't really seem like your type of music," he smiles, leaning down and pecking me on the lips, it's brief and simple but it's nothing short of perfect.

"Maybe not, but it is catchy isn't it?" I laugh wholeheartedly, pressing my forehead to his, our noses grazing against each other.

"You've never struck me as someone who likes 'catchy' music,"

We may only have tonight
But till the morning sun you're mine all mine
Play the Music low and sway to the rhythm of love
My heart beats like a drum
A guitar string to the strum
A beautiful song to be sung

He scoffs, taking my hand and pulling it over my head, making me spin around slowly. He holds it across my chest, pinning my back to his chest, his hand on my hip still guides my sways with his, it's rhythmic and gentle.

She's got blue eyes deep like the sea
That roll back when she's laughing at me

She rises up like the tide
The moment her lips meet mine
We may only have tonight
But till the morning sun you're mine all mine

Play the Music low and sway to the rhythm of love

"I'm sorry for what my father did earlier," he whispers in my ear, I pull his hand to my lips, gently kissing the soft skin of his fingers.

"Don't worry about it," I whisper back, the music filling the silence as we dance, he swings my arm back around so I can face him again.

"Really," his hands pull me closer, I slide my arms back around him, "I'm sorry."

When the moon is low
We can dance in slow motion
And all your tears will subside
All your tears will dry

The drums, the strumming of the guitar, the low baritone and alto hums make me relax, I lean forward, kissing the tip of his nose, "It's ok,"

His arms move up my sides, tracing my frame before wrapping around my back, his hands meeting in the space between my shoulder blades. "Do you ever think of leaving Japan?" his voice is low but sincere, for a moment I can't be sure if it's his voice or the radio.

"Sometimes, I wouldn't want to though, there's too much history here," I look up at him with curious eyes, "Do you think of leaving?" his lavender eyes, only a shade above violet in the low lighting of Christmas lights and the lamps, look down at me with honesty and defeat.

"Yes,"

You'll still be humming along
And I will keep you in my mind
The way you make love so fine

"I think about packing up everything and stealing you away from the world, hiding out somewhere in Europe or the England. Somewhere away from all of this stress and angst and the pain, I want you away from that too, I know it's been hard with what that bastard did but…it'd be easier if we just left wouldn't it?" I sigh quietly, lowly so he wouldn't hear me.

"I would." I reply, resting my head on his chest, "I would love to leave and never see this place again. Never remember the distant memories my parents haunt me with, never remember where I lost so many friends, never remember where I saw you hurt so badly the first time." I move my hand down to his bicep, rubbing it with my thumb. "But I don't want to forget where my brother taught me to ride a bike, where I first fell in love with you. If we left, if we packed everything up and left Japan, leaving your brother and father, my own brother and his wife, Sumi-senpai, Aikawa-san,

"Then he would win." My voice was firm at the end, showing my protest, "What would I do then, Usagi-san, what I would I do if I let him win?"

We may only have tonight
But till the morning sun you're mine all mine
Play the music low and sway to the rhythm of love

As the song faded, we stopped swaying, stopped moving, only holding each other close, letting the silence overcome us, wash over the bubbles in the sink and spill into the floor and float into the air, intoxicating us, suffocating us as the announcers static voice talked about nonsense. Time had stopped in the kitchen, in the penthouse that still smelled of cloves and sugar, we were frozen in time for a moment, this being one of the only times we would ever have to take in a single breath of stillness, of peace. We could take in the way the other smelled of cologne and soap, how crisp and pressed his shirt felt against my skin and how I felt as though I could lean on him and still be held up, the way his hands, cool and smooth, felt pressed against my back holding me up with him like a lifeline. The hum of the air conditioner, the dim lighting of the lights that wrapped around the railing and tapped around the counter, the faint, small sound of dying soap bubbles, the rhythmic feel of his heart beating against his chest against mine, it was like a breathing serenade.

"You wouldn't leave me, right?" his hands held me tighter, I felt his head lower to my ear, his hair tickling my cheek, his breath, smoking and warm, whispered so sincerely.

"Never."

I turned my head, our lips grazing against one another were so close it seemed, his body pressed against mine, our breaths mingled, colliding together before our lips actually met. It was slow but deep, his hands slid against my body, tracing the creases and lines, his thumbs going over the edges of my ribs. I let my body submit to him, his hands moving up my shirt, traveling over the valley of my stomach, going to my chest where sensitive skin erupted into hard nubs under his cool fingers. I sighed, gripping his shoulders tightly, his hands moved out from under my shirt, now working on unbuttoning the pearly polished buttons easily, moving swiftly up to the last top button, pushing the sides away so they barely hung to my shoulders.

I gasped as thin lips attached to my collarbone, soft kisses and chaste nips made my skin patch into goosebumps. My hands slid to his hair, my vision turned blurry as his attention moved to my nipples, I bit my bottom lip, the pain was the only thing keeping me down to earth, his fingers dragged down lower, lower and lower until they were at my belt. I watched with half lidded eyes as his fingers moved torturously slow, sliding the buckle out of place so that the belt hung limply by the belt loops. Touching without contact, this was his way of driving me absolutely mad, the buttons on my pants were undone, the zipper was down before I could realize it, they were falling off my hips. All the while, his eyes never left me, he watched my expressions, the way my chest rose and fell at a fastening pace while his fingers demonstrated how long it had been since this passion had built up between us.

I pulled him back in for another kiss, it lingered, our lips more heated now, pushing together harder, his tongue was first to move sliding over my lips, entering inside, allowing my own muscle to work with his. Without my knowing he was guiding me backwards, pushing me against the counter, our bodies pushed together in a needy sway, I removed my pants from my ankles along with my socks, all falling to the floor easily leaving me only in my boxers and hate. My bandaged tail was still stuck to my thigh and leg and before I could do anything to stop it, he was on his knees, his hands rubbing my hips, then my thighs, looking up at me with such a wanting, such a hunger my knees almost buckled. The first patch of bandages were removed, he was careful not to tear any fur out of the tail or leave my thigh with a red mark, he went down until all of the white bandages lay shredded on the floor, my tail free, swaying from side to side. He grinned at me mischievously, pulling down my boxers, leaving my bare skin to lean on the cold wood of the cabinets and the rest of myself exposed, he took hold of my member gently, holding it almost lovingly before starting an even rhythm of strokes.

I bit my hand to silence my moans, only weak whimpers coming from the back of my throat as his tongue run up the underside of it. His hand pushed my chest up to keep me upright as his mouth took my head in, euphoria coursed through my veins as he went lower, taking more of me inside his mouth. The way his head moved up and down, bobbing in this even pattern, sent me on strides of ecstasy that made my knees weak, my completion drawing not far behind. I gasped, arching my back off the edge of the counter, just as I felt that my climax would come it receded back inside of me, cool air hitting my damp and exposed skin. My vision was too blurry at the time, but I could feel cool hands removing my now slightly sweat damped hat, tossing it amongst my other clothes, my ears lay flat against my scalp as those same cool fingers rubbed them gingerly, caringly. "Misaki," his mouth was near mine, his breath hot and smelling strongly of cigarettes. It was addicting.

"Please," I whispered, my brow furrowed in frustration, in neediness, "please, Usagi-san," the want has built up, it's unbearable, "make…make love to me." It's a whisper, it's needy, almost pitiful, but I feel him push against me. I can see better now, quickly, almost franticly I'm undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt before yanking it off his shoulders. I push myself against his lips, surely bruising them for the morning to show, I had never felt this desperate, this wanting for someone's love or affection until now, his touch, his stare, it was all driving me mad.

I felt his fingers trail down my spine, tracing the vertebrae before moving under my tail, while his other hand pushed up my thigh so his moist finger could enter me. I hissed at the intrusion, the slight string was bearable as it moved in and out of me, the second followed, I was more aware of this pain than the last, the feeling of them separating only an inch or two inside of me was odd but I had expected it. They pushed deeper, my eyes shot open, staring up at violet colored eyes that glowed in the low light, I squirmed wanting that feeling, that pleasure one more time. He added the third while I was on another run of pleasure, I barely felt it as they moved simultaneously, I gripped his shoulder, gasping, panting, his name spewing out of my mouth in a choppy form. It was sudden when they were removed, it was also sudden when I was pushed up onto the counter, the cold tile made chills run down my legs, the rustling sound of his belt and pants hitting the tile floor made me briefly aware of what would happen next, and then the pressure, stimulating and painful, was against me, first the head entered and my breath hitched, the ach already beginning to pulse up my back as more pushed in. I was trembling, shaking in pain when he was all the way inside, his hand gently pushed my chin up, tears spilled out the corners of my eyes, his eyes sympathetic, apologetic as he kissed my eyelids softly.

After some of the burning had ebbed away, I nodded, looking up at him with certainty, allowing him to move on his own now. The first thrust was painful, but it sent nostalgia through me, this was familiar but it felt so new to me. The second thrust came, it was just as painful, then the third and soon it was a even steady ride, I lost count when he hit that small spot inside of me that send euphoria coursing through my veins, the pain, the fear, the pleasure, the security all began to build as his thrusts increased. His hand went through my hair, pulling me back so I could look at him, his dark purple eyes just as clouded with lust as mine, sweat formed on his brow, his lips, red and swollen, were parted as he panted. His breath was hot against my face, he leaned down, capturing me in a kiss, our tongues gliding together, our bodies meshing against one another, we were dancing in this push and pull manner.

I saw white, I felt completion, we were no longer two people but one entity, our climaxes came together and we were close again. His essence filling me, the dim lights, the smell of cloves and sugar, the smell of cologne and soap, the feel of heated and cold tiles beneath me, his heat still inside me, it was a high all on its own. Then we came crashing down, his equally weak arms held me up to his chest, my ears were no longer pressed to my scalp but naturally up, his hands moved under my tail, picking me up, cradling me against him as he carried me to the couch. We collapsed onto the sofa, the cushions were more inviting than the tiles, his flesh against mine was our only warmth until he pulled a blanket over us, I was under him, holding onto him as my drowsiness overtook my body.

"Misaki," he whispered in my natural ear, I shivered, his lavender eyes were shaded in the dimness of the lights, it was so tranquil and peaceful. "I love you," his cold hand caressing my cheek, trying to keep me awake for a minute longer.

"I love you, too," it was slurred and sloppy compared to his more coherent domineer, but he smiled all the same, kissing me one more time before unconsciousness fell over me.

It was the following morning, when I woke to the light of day break, the city was glowing from our window view, the sky painted hues of purple and blue that reminded me of the man laying on top of me. I smiled, he looked so childish when he was asleep, when he was at rest, I brushed a few strands of silver hair away from his face. I laid with him, enjoying the warmth and security, I felt like a teenager who had spent the night with his lover, who had just experienced his first taste of the sinful fruits of adultery, so flavorful and sweet, addicting. I felt like this was what I had been missing for six months, this meaningfulness, this peacefulness, this honest love was what I had missed in a cage. It was a few minutes before I was able to move out from under him, limping to the kitchen to gather our clothes, I slipped on his button up so I would be covered as I moved around, throwing the clothes in the hamper before going to throw out the spoiled meat. I stopped when I saw a small envelope in the middle of the doorway, it was a cream color with a small black stripe going through it. I picked it up, leaning on the door, checking to see if it had a name, only in small characters did it spell out my name. I tore the seal off, pulling out a small card, it was a black and white floral design with one red rose in the middle, I opened it and my world ended.

I'm back, little Misaki.


I thought you guys might enjoy some smut done at two in the morning, sorry it's crappy, and a little suspense~

Well, I've got to get up and get ready for school, wish me luck on exams and please, please, please review.

Love and Joy,

J.C.16

P.S.

Let me know what you think of the sex scene, I've been trying to get more sincere and detailed with it and I need to know where I need improvement.