Roses and Regrets
Roses and Regrets
Chapter 21
Kurama knocked softly on Beth's door. He had left Yusuke and Keiko discussing their earlier argument. Hiei and Kuwabara had gone. He opened the door when she told him he could come in. The only light was from the lamp on her bedside table.
She was sitting up in bed, wearing a loose fitting t-shirt. It wasn't loose enough to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. He groaned. He couldn't let his mind travel that path or it was going to be a long night. She would be sleeping soon thanks to the tea he had given her.
"How is your arm feeling?" she asked. "Don't worry. It's fine." She bit her lip. "But you got hurt saving me." He sat beside her on the bed, and tilted her chin up. "I'd do it again." She leaned into him and brushed her lips lightly across his. His arms went around her and pulled her closer, taking control of the kiss.
Her lips parted when he nipped playfully at her bottom lip. Her mouth was filled with the warmth of his tongue as it coaxed and teased, exploring, leaving no space untouched. After an intimate dance, his tongue retreated and hers followed as if led. When her tongue entered his mouth, the dance resumed. He nibbled at it and suckled it, stroking it with his own.
She had been kissed before. At her age she was hardly a complete innocent. But she had never been kissed like this. Her senses were on fire. Her flesh warm and tingling. Her mind reduced to incoherent thoughts, all of them centered on what he was doing to her. She was keenly aware that she was stroking bare skin as her fingers played on his back.
It had been a very long time since he had kissed anyone like this. His human form had never felt the need to call forth Youko's powers of seduction. The fox's legend as a lover was almost as well known as his legend as a thief. And he had countless numbers of women and men over his thousand plus years who could attest to that fact. He had not met anyone during his human lifetime he wanted to take as a lover.
His lips continued to tease. His tongue coaxed low moans from deep in her throat. Almost a purr. Her soft breasts pressed against his bare chest with nothing between them but the thin fabric of her shirt. Her hands stroking his back with increasing pressure. It all combined to add two words to his previous thought: until now.
Whatever else he was beginning to feel, he was certain he wanted this woman as his lover. He was hard and throbbing. He had not been affected like this since he had lived his life solely as Youko. He could smell her arousal, knew she wanted him too. Her movements slowed and he could tell sleep was very close. If only he hadn't given her the damn tea.
He pulled back from the kiss. Her lips were red and swollen, curled in a smile. She looked like a well satisfied lover. Her eyelids were fluttering. He pushed her backward to her pillow. "Don't go," she whispered. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Stay."
He stretched out beside her and pulled her into his arms. Her head found it's way to his chest and she nuzzled it with her cheek. In moments her soft, even breathing told him she was sleeping. He recalled Keiko's warning about her parents. A vine snaked out and turned the lock on the door. He turned off the lamp and closed his eyes as an amused smile curled his lips. It was going to be a very long night after all.
Russ thumbed the remote and threw it across the room. How had it gone wrong? She was supposed to be there to watch all those people die, helpless to stop it. There had been no mention on the news of her even being there. How the hell had everyone lived through that? He'd planned it carefully.
He didn't know how, but that damn bastard she was seeing had to have something to do with it. Had he kept her from going? Now she was going to think she could change things. He knew he was going to have to deal with that red haired bastard. This just moved the task to the top of the list.
He picked up the phone. "Jerry? I've got a job for Droga. No, it's ok. It's an out of the way place. Not many people. I'll give you the details when you get here." He hung up. He walked into the next room. The man sitting in the chair playing solitaire was rail thin. His eyes were sunken, hollow, lifeless. His hair hung about his shoulders, stringy, limp, streaked with a dull gray. He looked like a corpse, one several days old.
He turned those lifeless eyes on Russ. "Did the vision not go as planned?" "No," he growled out. "No, it didn't. I want a new one. I want you to give her this one while she is awake. I want it bloody. I want her to hear him scream. I want her to see him torn apart. I want it to be slow and painful. Then I want her to realize she gets to see it twice because she can't stop it. When it's over, I expect her to be broken and babbling. And I want his head as a trophy."
To be continued….