Happy Thanksgiving(tecnically... it's 12:15 here in KY)!!! And happy birthday to me!!!!XD I'm 20!! meep...

This has a lemon in it, nothing overly graphic but I raised the rating to be safe. I wasn't really planning this chapter to happen this way but it made more sense… and it really just kind of happened^^'

Ai Otsuka - one X time. I love this song!! I kind of like the remix's (aisu x time, a collaboration with Su from RIP SLYME) lyrics better than the original's but I like the way the original sounds.

Chapter 11: one X time

Summary: What does it feel like…

They both fell back on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Their breath coming in gasps.

Resting on his left arm, Saya's head lolled to the side so she could look at him.

"Are you alright?" Her eyes locked on the healing bite mark she had left on his neck. In the midst of their passion she had gotten a little too excited and had drank some of his blood.

His reply sounded a little slurred, "Hai. I am fine, Saya." Lazily he raised his Chiropteran hand and placed it against her soft cheek.

She rolled over against him, resting her chin on his chest, and mimicked his action. "You sound tired." As she studied his features she noticed the faint glow to his eyes and the slight curve of the corners of his lips, like he was fighting a smile.

Saya knew that look. She had seen him this way a few times, when she had fed from him. He had hid it from her well in the beginning, during their battles, but since they had become lovers he hadn't tried as hard, there really wasn't a reason to.

He wasn't tired.

He was high.

She had learned from observations what her feeding sessions did for him. It was like alcohol for a drunk. It intoxicated him. His movements became languid and sluggish, his became rather inarticulate, and he couldn't keep the emotion out of his face or stop the small noises that bubbled up from his chest.

He wasn't the only one rendered tipsy in those situations, though. She was affected just as much as he. When his hot blood touched her tongue, she was engulfed in a wave of desire that was so over powering to the rest of her senses that she was as inebriated as he was. And his blood… his delicious blood. One drop… and she wanted more…

Saya wonders what it feels like to be on his end of their erotic exchange.

Would the taste of her blood ignite the same passions in him as his did for her? Would she feel the same satisfaction he seem to feel as her fangs sank into his skin?

A new surge of desire flows through her at the thought.

She wanted to know what it felt like, she wanted him to drink her blood.

But… getting him to acquiesce would be a problem.

Hagi was very stubborn when it came to things like this. She was going to have to get creative.

She put on her most convincing 'pouty face' and sighed. It worked.

"Is something the matter, love?" Hagi asked quietly.

"It's nothing…" Saya exhaled nonchalantly over his skin, adding a little extra huff to it. A shiver ran through him, causing her to smile. With a thoughtful expression she pressed her lips to his shoulder.

He froze. Leaving a trail of kisses, her lips made their way over his shoulder and up the side of his neck. Pausing there she let her fangs scrape gently over his pulse point.

He trembled. She could tell he was trying his best not to move, afraid he might do something she didn't wish for him to do.

Always a gentleman. "Hagi?" She waited for his response, a hum from deep in his throat. "What does it feel like when I take blood from you?"

He was silent for a moment. "It is not painful to me if that is what you are worried about, Saya."

She hadn't expected that response, but it was one she could work with. He just made this so easy! She moved to cover his body with hers, all while continuing to assault his neck and jaw with caresses. "That's not what I was thinking. But now that you've said it I am worried." She ran her nose along the underside his jaw bone.

"Truly, it does not. I did not intend for my words to cause you to believe that." His voice was slightly shaky.

"But why else would you have said it? Of course you would tell me that so I would worry, but now I am afraid I've been hurting you all along." Her eyelashes tickled the skin below his ear.

"You have not, Saya. Please do not think that."

"Well then, what does it feel like?" Her tongue flicked his earlobe.

"Saya…" he moaned.

"Well?"

When he didn't answer she caught his earlobe between her teeth and tugged it gently.

"It is a very… pleasant… feeling…" Saya picked up on the slightest undertone of embarrassment in his pitchy answer.

"Really?" He nodded. "Then you won't mind showing me what it feels like."

His wide blue eyes flashed to her in distress.

"If it really doesn't hurt then it shouldn't be a problem." She smiled at him. "Please? I want to know what it feels like."

"I do not think that would be very appropriate of me…" he finally replied.

"You aren't really doing a good job of convincing me that I am not hurting you." She stated flatly."It is the truth, Saya. Please. How can I assure you of that?" he sounded desperate.

"Show me." She smiled.

Hagi's expression was pained.

For a second she felt bad for asking this of him but she couldn't stop now. She was so close to getting what she wanted.

"Please?" She nipped his ear again. He couldn't resister her much longer… She could already feel how aroused he had become. Her lips traveled down his neck, "Hagi…" She ran her tongue along his collar bone and his breath hitched. "Hagi…" She whispered a moan as she pressed a kiss to his Adam's apple. A delicious shiver ran through him. This would do it… "Please…" Her lips parted so her fangs could prick at his skin.

It was almost as if his body convulsed. By the time she realized he was moving, her back was against the mattress and his body was pressing down on hers. His mouth captured hers in a searing kiss and she moaned again.

His lips left hers and trailed downward over her chin, the underside of her jaw, coming to rest on the right side of her neck. He paused, breathing hard.

"Saya, I do not…" he whispered. He was trembling again.

"Hagi… You have nothing to worry about. You said so yourself."

"If I d-… If it does hurt… promise me you will stop me." His eyes were locked on hers. Pleading.

She bit her lip. I can't lie to him. She knew she couldn't. "I promise you, I will. Now please Hagi."

"If this is what you wish…" Soft lips pressed to her skin and parted, lengthening fangs brushed against her skin causing it to tingle. She heard the sheets crinkle in his hands.

Suddenly she was afraid. What if this did hurt? Maybe he really was just putting on a show to keep her from worrying. But it was too late to back out now. I'm just going to have to deal with it. She closed her eyes and waited.

There were two sharp pricks as his fangs penetrated her skin, causing her to wince.

Then a wave of sensation hit. An amazing combination of desire and pleasure spread through her body from the point where his mouth met her throat. It was so strong. The intense hunger she felt for him was almost painful, the only thing keeping her from crying out was the euphoria akin to that of a climax. She didn't think any feeling could be more wonderful than this and then… he sucked on the small bite… and the pleasure doubled.

She gasped aloud and her hips jerk upward, grinding against his, she couldn't stop herself. The friction from his skin rubbing against hers caused him to moan against her neck, sending a vibration through her. He pressed himself closer.

Her legs move to wrap snuggly around his waist but she didn't remember willing them too. She didn't seem to have any control over her body at he moment. How in the world did he ever keep still when I did this to him before?

He sucked again, his tongue darting out to lap at her blood, and at the same time, he slipped inside her. Saya's eyes snapped open and her left hand clenched at the sheets, her body arching roughly into him. "Aaah!"

He took another drink as his hips found rhythm with hers.

Saya felt as if she were floating in a pool of pure bliss.

She leaned her head back, arching her throat into his mouth and he gave a sharp thrust, causing them both to moan.

Her eyes were gazing up at the clock on the wall without really seeing it. It might as well have been without hands because time became irrelevant to her. All she registered was a red glow lighting the room, her eyes must have been glowing.

Again… she felt the pull at her neck and an upsurge of heat and she couldn't prevent the vocalization that followed.

Her senses were in overload as his hands slid slowly up her sides. For some strange reason she couldn't shake the feeling that something seemed off, but with her attention preoccupied as it was she couldn't understand what it meant.

His left hand traveled the length of her right arm, clasping her hand in his, he untangled it from his hair. She smiled to herself. Funny, she didn't recall putting it there…

Hagi's right hand slid over her breast and around her shoulder before beginning a slow trail down her left arm. His rough skin felt unusually soft, probably because of her oversensitive flesh.

His fingers deftly pried hers from the sheet and slipped between them. He took another drink and his grip tightened.

Hagi brought her left hand up, releasing it at his shoulder. As she unintentionally dug her nails into the lush flesh of his back, his right hand caressed the side of her neck. Thumb tracing her jaw line before skimming her cheek and burying his fingers into her hair.

The strange feeling came back as he caressed her face and quickly faded when his hand vanished into her hair. It was odd, and she wanted to know why she kept having this strange sensation. As hard as it was, with the pleasurable distraction of his mouth and hips working on her in unison, she forced her mind to focus on that thought.

She didn't trust her shaky focus so she unlatched her claws from his shoulder one at a time and slowly moved hand up his right arm.

As she gripped his wrist he thrust into her hard and she nearly lost her concentration. It was becoming difficult to think coherently, but she managed to recollect her thoughts, and tightened her hold, tugging his clawed hand from her hair.

He laced his fingers back with hers as she brought his hand down beside them, turning her head to the left bringing it into her filed of vision. She forced her glazed eyes to focus. It took a moment to comprehend. As she parted her lips to speak he growled against her neck and his hips gave an extra strong buck.

She came without warning. Arching into him and tilting her head back as she let out a long, low moan. She never let go of his hand.

A moment later Hagi followed her with his own climax. He groaned, sending a pleasant hum through her body, fangs retracting. She felt the warmth of his release spreading inside her.

Exhausted, he collapsed on her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, gasping for breath. She lay there for a moment, trying to remember what it was she wanted to say. What was it again…?

"Are you… alright… Saya?" He managed between pants.

"I'm more than alright." Now it was her turn to sound intoxicated.

He smiled and pulled his hands out of hers so he could roll over. She rolled with him, laying her tiny hand over his heart, she loved to feel its beat.

She was still trying to remember what she was going to tell him a moment ago when he covered her hand with his. It hit her like a brick wall.

"Hagi! Your hand!" She sitting up and grasping it between both of hers delicately.

He rose slightly, eyes widening in shock.

"Doushite?"

Instead of the hard brown and burgundy hide he expected, he saw soft pale flesh. He flexed his fingers. The white hand before him moved.

It was really his.

They had both come to accept his clawed hand would never return to normal. Ever since that fateful day in Vietnam, they had both secretly though of ways to try to heal it. No amount of hope or blood or willing had worked and eventually they had both given up.

And now… an accidental miracle.

Hagi held his hand up in the air above them, turning it in various ways, moving his fingers. He couldn't believe his eyes. A trembling at his side captured his attention.

"Saya?"

She was crying. At first he believed them to be happy tears but when she looked at him her face was scrunched up as if in pain. "I'm so sorry!"

"What do you mean, love? You have done nothing wrong." He brought his newly returned hand to her cheek.

She relished the feel of his soft skin, oh how she had missed it. But she didn't want to think about that at the moment. "Hai! I do! My blood healed your hand! If I had only given it to you sooner…" she blubbered.

He captured her face between both his palms and pulled her to him for a kiss. "Iie, Saya. You cannot blame yourself for this. There was no way of knowing this would happen."

"But… I still should have offered…"

"You were not yourself when it happened and you fell asleep shortly after, so there was no way we could have even attempted it back then. And after, when I found you in Okinawa, you had no memory and I was too focused on trying to help you to even think about myself."

"You never think about yourself though. It's always me." She argued sadly. "All I ever do is take from you! Take your freedom, take your will, take your blood! Everything! I've never given you anything! I could have done this for you! I could have given you my blood to fix your hand!"

He kissed her again to silence her. "Saya. You have given me something. You. You are more important to me than anything, including myself, this you know. And you may take from me but you forget that I am here offering these things to you, of my own free will, because I want to be. It is not only because I am your Chevalier, but also because I love you. And you know as well as I that even if you had offered me your blood, I would have undoubtedly turned it down. As I nearly did tonight."

"But you didn't turn it down."

"You were not offering me blood, love. You asked what being fed from felt like. You wanted an answer and I gave you one. Neither of us could have anticipated this unusual outcome."

"But…" she trailed off. She knew she was fighting a loosing battle. And he had a point. She had never thought to offer him her blood as a possible antidote for this ailment she had caused him. She saw herself in so horrid a light that she never would have allowed herself even the thought. And he never would have accepted it even if she had offered it to him. She looked at his hand. "You know, I'm going to kind of miss it. I'd gotten so used to it."

"As will I." He laughed.

Saya pulled his hand to her, pressing a kiss to the new flesh of his palm.

The familiar action brought back all the times he had cut into this hand to give her his blood. This reminded him of the cause of this whole situation. "Speaking of blood…" he saw this as a way to distract her from her self-loathing, "did you enjoy our little exchange?"

She blushed furiously as she recounted the pleasure she felt earlier, then ducked her head to press a kiss to his jaw.

"I will take that as a 'yes'."

"Did you enjoy it?" She mumbled against his skin.

He pulled her small frame flush against his, letting his hand exploring her body as if it were the first time he had ever touched her, taking in this new feel of her skin.

"I believe I will let you figure that out on your own…" He answered with a mischievous smile before crashing his lips into hers and the two of them tumbled back into the sheets again.

A/N: Well… its not perfect but I like it^^

This is my second attempt at a lemon and believe me… it is way better than my first one.

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