Faith: Hi… yeah… sorry it took so long to write this… my fault *raises hand*. Anyway, this whole chapter is a sex scene. If you're not interested in reading it you can wait until the next chapter and you won't miss a thing… as long as you know this: Kurama and Faith have sex… and it was good… *drools*. Anyway, read on! (or not…)

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Chapter 10: Kitsune Love

Kurama pushed Faith up against the wall with his body, his hands grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. His mouth unerringly found hers, pulling her into a hot, passionate kiss. He devoured her as only he could, and he was all she wanted.

His hard, muscled body pressed against hers allowed her to feel his thick erection, letting her know how much he was craving her. If anything that knowledge pushed her desire even higher.

Kurama released her mouth only to attack her jaw and neck with an expert mouth that had a thousand years of experience in pleasuring his lover. That thought alone caused a low groan to escape from her mouth as her body sank into his. The only thing keeping her standing now was his hands and body pressing her to the wall.

"Kurama," she gasped, pleading, begging for more.

In response he quickly changed her position, leaving her with her cheek pressed against the wall. Faith blinked, having to think about what just happened; he moved so fast. She felt his breath on her ear before he spoke.

"I've had a thousand years of experience in pleasure. Trust me when I say you can beg all you want, I even encourage it, but I'm not going to go any faster. When I'm done, you'll never want to leave my bed."

"My bed," she whispered, distantly remembering that they were in her room.

He pushed her hair away from her neck, and before she realized what he was going to do, he roughly bit the back of her neck, following up with some trick with his tongue that made her cry out and nearly buck his body off of hers.

In his head he laughed. She made that sound again.

"Just a little tip, don't correct me when I have complete control of your body. You may die from the pleasure," he whispered, his voice deep and sexy.

She nodded slightly, panting.

He pulled her away from the wall, keeping her back pressed against his front, one hand on her stomach, his other arm wrapped around her shoulders. He lulled her into a rocking motion, her head leaning against his muscled arm, eyes closed. It was almost some kind of hypnotic dance that drew her away from the cruel, harsh world to a world where only their bodies and their love existed. She wished she could stay there forever.

"Kurama," she whispered.

"Hmm."

"I… I've never done this before," she said uncertainly.

Kurama stopped their dance. "I know."

He could sense her excitement, her arousal, but also her fear and a bedroom shyness he hadn't expected.

"I promise I won't hurt you," he whispered into her ear, before nuzzling her neck, burying his face there. "Do you trust me?"

She didn't hesitate to nod.

"Then I will love you as you deserve to be loved. You're safe with me."

His words brought tears to her eyes, and a sob escaped.

He turned her around in her arms. "What's wrong?" he asked before slowly licking the tears from her face.

"Nothing's wrong. It's just…"

"Just what?" he asked between licks.

"Ever since my parents and brother died my life hasn't exactly been a happy one. Far from it, actually. The closest thing to family and friend I had was Aya. Now, Yusuke's turned into a brother. Aya is still my best friend and sister, and I have friends in the rest of the team. Then there's you. You fill me with such happiness that my heart breaks and makes me cry. A part of me thinks I don't deserve you, or this."

His pulled away from her tears and locked her gaze with his, cradling her face in his hands. "Don't ever tell yourself you don't deserve happiness. You deserve it more than most people who already have it. And, not to be selfish, but what about me? I want you. Me. Love can be overwhelming, yes, but that doesn't mean you have to question it. Embrace it. Embrace me."

She held his gaze for a second longer before wrapping her arms around him and laying her cheek against his well-sculpted chest. His strong arms held her to him and he resumed the swaying movement, rocking her gently.

Moments passed like this, where Faith listened to the beat of his heart, the heart that beat for her, that loved her.

She gently pulled back, letting Kurama's arms slide to her waist as he stopped his soothing movement. She stared pointedly at his chest, unable to meet his eyes as her hands reached up between them to the first button of his long-sleeved, white dress shirt. Slowly, she eased the button out of the hole and moved to the next, repeating the process.

She eventually reached the end and his shirt hung open, revealing a long line of slightly tanned flesh. Her hands moved the edges of the fabric apart so she could splay her hands on his tight abs.

It was then she forced herself to look up and meet his gaze. There was a slight, reassuring smile on his face.

He leaned down and kissed her gently, luxuriously. It was the complete opposite of the one that had pinned her to the wall. This was more of a slow worship of her mouth, and devouring in its own way.

Her hands followed his arms up to his shoulders and grabbed the fabric, sliding it down his arms. The muscles of his upper body bunched and flexed as he moved his arms backwards, away from his body, allowing the garment to slide off.

His hands returned to her waist, and gently tugged her back toward the bed. As the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress he lowered himself down onto the bed, giving her easier access to his mouth, which had remained lovingly against hers the whole time.

He then lay back, letting go of her, his mouth leaving hers. He was going to make her come to him, he decided as he scooted up to the center of the big bed. He wanted to make sure that she was ready, that this was what she wanted.

She stared at him, her gaze moving from his eyes and down his body, trying to imagine him without the pants. She took a deep breath before following him onto the bed. On hands and knees she crawled to, and over, him. She straddled him much like she had in the tent last year, her face hovering over his, her body not touching his in the slightest.

His left hand grabbed her right one, finding it tense. He gently started to massage her hand until it relaxed. He kept her gaze locked with his as he placed her hand on his chest, directly over the sternum. Slowly he guided her hand down his chest and over his stomach, making sure only her hand was touching him and his was only guiding her. He heard her heart speed up and her breathing become heavier in anticipation of where he was leading her.

His hand then continued hers over the edge of his pants and lightly over the bulge in his jeans. His breath hitched unexpectedly at her touch, even with the thick fabric separating his skin from hers. He turned her hand so that she cupped his generous size through his pants.

His hand left hers, leaving her to decide where to take them next. She hesitated a moment before doing what she had wanted to do since she took off his shirt. She slowly lowered her head, eyes keeping contact with his. Her gaze moved to his stomach as her lips touched it. His eyes fluttered and then closed as he lay his head back on the bed, hands resting lightly just above her knees.

Her mouth then moved, kissing him sensuously at the same time her thumb lightly rubbed his erection. A gasp escaped from him, urging her on as she kissed her way slowly up to his chest.

"Never in all my years of sleeping with both women and men has their touch caused me to react as much as yours does."

When he said men she growled low in her throat.

He laughed then, a low sexy sound that had her melting. "Like that thought, do you?"

She brought her burning gaze up to his and nodded.

He did that sexy little laugh again, before flipping her over and grinding his hips against hers. It was so unexpected and quick that she yelped and then cried out at the sensation. It was getting too hot for clothes and she could see the same knowledge reflected in his eyes.

His hands found the hem of her black tank top, and pulled it over her head, revealing her pale skin and black lace bra. He tossed the top to the side, moving to run his hands down her arms, lightly over her breasts, and down to her stomach, where he unbuttoned her jeans.

Her breath hitched slightly at the sight and feel of his fingers under the waistband of her jeans, a place no man had ever touched. He leaned forward to kiss her flat, muscled stomach as he slowly pulled down the zipper on the jeans.

His mouth moved slowly, sensuously, along her pale skin, making her close her eyes at the unfamiliar, yet pleasurable sensation. She then felt the jerk on her jeans and she raised her body slightly, allowing him to remove them. They joined her tank top somewhere in the black void surrounding her bed.

He then moved to stand beside the bed, and looked down at her with eyes that had gone an even darker green, bordering on black. She watched as his hands moved to the button of his own jeans and undid them. She could see his erection growing, even through the jeans, as he pleasured in her eyes watching him.

She was finding it hard to breathe as she watched his thumbs slip into the waist and slowly push the restraining fabric down his hips and to the floor. Apparently the boxers had gone with them (or he wasn't wearing any) for she was now staring at the hard length of him.

She moved to stand on her knees, unsure of what to do. Seeing the curiosity and hesitation in her eyes, he climbed back onto the bed and lay on his back before her.

She felt him enter her mind, using a form of communication she had never thought could be so intimate. It's alright, little one. Take your time. Explore me to your heart's content.

She nudged lightly at his legs and he opened them wider so that she could settle between them. Her eyes moved from his manhood to his dark eyes.

She hesitated before speaking, looking to the side in shame. I don't… know what to do.

Part of the trick is not to think about what you do, but to feel it. It will come naturally once you do. Do not be ashamed if you are a little unsure. It will pass. Still feeling her uneasiness he lifted his hand. Take my hand, little one. I will guide you.

She gently put her hand into his and he grasped it with reassuring fingers.

Relax, little one.

He guided her hand to his shaft and gently wrapped her fingers around it. He let out a little sigh at the feeling of her soft skin against his most sensitive part.

In her mind he felt the curiosity grow and the uneasiness fade away. He withdrew his hand, allowing her to take over. She moved to lie down between his legs, her hand still grasping his hard length. She studied him for a moment. He was bigger than she had thought and the thought of all of him inside her caused her to shiver uncontrollably and liquid to rush between her legs. Her core throbbed with heat and desire as she stared at him in her hand. She moved her hand up and brushed fingertips over the head.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her, felt her. He had spoken truthfully when he had said his body hadn't reacted this way with anyone else. It was as if she had brought his body to life with heat and made his skin almost unbearably sensitive. He felt the need to rip off her underwear and put his body flush against hers, to feel her skin against his. He quickly pushed that thought away. She was still a little nervous and he didn't want to scare her. She needed to take things slowly, to get familiar with the idea.

Her velvet tongue running up the length of him shook him out of his thoughts bringing a gasp to his lips.

She smiled up at him, reveling in the fact that she had effectively chased all thoughts from his calm, collected mind. She watched as he shuddered, knowing she had been the one to bring that look of pleasure to his face.

Once the sensation had passed he growled, unable to contain himself any longer. He needed her beneath him.

Too fast for her to follow, she once again found herself below him. His tongue and teeth were doing unbelievable things to her neck, causing her to writhe under him, and cry out in pleasure.

"I love how sensitive your neck is," he whispered huskily. "I love watching you writhe under me. I want you to come apart for me."

She felt her body clench in response to his words.

"I want you naked beneath me," he said as his hands moved behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra. It disappeared with the other clothes and left her chest bare to his lustful gaze.

He had remained a shadow in her mind and knew she feared his rejection of her. He brought his mouth hungrily to hers, driving away those thoughts. Worshiping her with his mouth, he quickly discarded her panties and flung them into the darkness, leaving them both completely naked.

His hands massaged her sides as he moved to view her entire length. He watched the candlelight dance and flicker across her body, creating inviting shadows. The light danced wickedly across her full breasts, then down across her flat stomach, and finally to the small nest of black curls between her legs.

He felt the fear begin to build in her mind again. He moved to lay his body flush against hers, taking pleasure in the feel of her bare skin against his.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against her lips, only a hairsbreadth away from kissing her.

He radiated longing, happiness, and, above all, love so overwhelmingly in her mind that it brought tears to her eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

His worshiping kiss was her answer, his hands tunneling in her unbound hair. He moved his knee between her legs, forcing them apart. He placed kisses on her neck and shoulders as he moved down her body. Her breath hitched, her body shifting slightly toward him as he kissed the valley between her breasts, his left cheek brushing against her.

His kisses moved sideways, small, faint licks following. His tongue glided around her nipple, teasing.

He positioned himself between her legs as his mouth closed over the taunt peek. She cried out, her body arching toward his. White-hot electricity moved throughout her body as she felt his teeth graze. It moved down her torso to collect and stoke her hot core.

He moved to her other breast giving it the same attention.

Her breath quickened in anticipation as he moved over her hard, muscular stomach, moving lower, kisses and licks marking his path. She watched him move, slowly, graceful. His face disappeared between her legs and seconds passed before she felt his tongue taste her - a faint touch that sent her body into spasms, pleasure coursing through her entire body. When he continued it felt as if her body was going to rip apart from the pleasure. She wasn't sure if she could contain it. He laughed as his last attention brought her off the bed, crying out for him, whether to stop or continue she wasn't sure.

She could feel the presure building, it felt like something inside her was about to explode.

Do you tust me?

Yes, she gasped.

Are you ready?

An impatiant growl was his answer.

His tongue stroked just the right spot that sent her over the edge. Her back arched as she cried out his name and gasped in pleasure.

At the moment she climaxed, he quickly changed positions so that he was kneeling over her and quickly, and completely, filled her with his heavy erection, breaking through the thin barrier.

He froze, allowing her body to adjust to his intrusion and size, before slowly pulling back and pushing back in. She groaned, her back arching slightly. He moved again, the motion of his hips slightly faster. His body hovered over hers, her arms reaching up to encircle his neck. He leaned down to kiss her, slowly, with a devouring need. Their breathing sped up as his hips picked up the pace. She cried out at the feel, her panting breath and cute little noises so welcome next to his ear as she pulled him into hher embrace and met his thrusts.

She felt a pressure building to the point she wondered if she would survived when it let up. His skin felt so good moving against hers, and his body moving inside hers… it was exquisite and the most passionately intimate thing she could think existed. Her thoughts scattered as the pleasue reached its peak.

The came together, both crying out in ecstacy and love. He collapsed on top of her, still inside her. The rode out the waves of pleasure together.

When he could move, Kurama turned onto his back, pulling Faaith so that she lay halfway on his chest, head pillowed on his shoulder, his arm around her. She managed to pull her arm up and lay it across his stomach and similarly flung her leg over his right. She sighed in contentment and exhaustion as he pulled the thin blankets over them.

The wind had picked up outside and sometime during their lovemaking had moved through the open windows and managed to blow out the candles. The moon barely shed light into the room. They lay there in silence for a few moments.

"Faith?" he ventured softly.

"Hmm…"

He could swear she was purring. "I love you."

"Love ya too," she murmered, her words slightly slurred.

A few more moments passed as she slowly recovered some thought. "You called me 'little one'."

He chuckled softly. "That's because in my bed you are my little one."

"My bed," she muttered as she drifted off to sleep.