Daydreamer's Playlist

by alitablake

A series of short stories inspired by songs that range from fluff to lust and humor to sorrow.

44. Animal

A/N: I do not own Skip Beat! or the inspired Song.

This monstrosity of a story was inspired by Chase Holfelder's version of Animal. You can listen to the original version by Neon Trees. But I like the slower, sexier version more. :P

This story totally ran away with me. It's really long. Sorry, not sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy. AB.

Edit: Oh, I should warn you this takes place during the Heel Arc, even before Guam. You'll see. K. Enjoy!

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Her downfall all started when he asked her to take off his glove.

She never thought to see such a soft expression on his face, but Setsu had been seeing expressions that Kyoko had never seen on this man's face. His grey eyes softly looked down at her as his fingers stroked through her hair and the heat of his palm warmed her cheek. She was turned to stone as her mind tried to understand what he was doing. It was the first touch, but would not be the last to make her heart race and her blood boil, to make her wish for something more.

She wanted to play the good sister to him. The word 'good' not necessarily meaning being a good person, but a good character that could live up to being Cain Heel's sister. Good enough to be next to her respected senpai. Kyoko saw every moment with him as a test. Every comment Cain said, Setsu needed to know exactly what he meant. Every move he made, Setsu needed to anticipate what he wanted or where he was going.

It was the most difficult thing because he kept throwing her into a loop! The unexpected twists, the surprising touches and the heart-stopping words of love. She had to match it. She had to make Cain her world, and Kyoko started to feel herself slip into that world a little too fast, a little too much.

She knew he was struggling with something. After the night she disappeared and he pulled her into his bed, he would touch her gently, caringly and made her feel so… wanted. She started to look forward to those soft touches. She eagerly awaited those moments when he needed Setsu. It was terrible of her, but she wanted him to struggle, just so that he would touch her a little bit more.

Now she had him beneath her, touching his bare skin. It was something that should have never ever happened in her whole life. But there she was - sliding her hands up that firm taut skin, the hot flesh burned under her fingertips. Her brain was frying up, going into overload and shutting down, allowing her body to simply take over. Tasting his skin, the salty flesh between her lips, against her teeth. But she was more worried about doing it right, than the feel of it. Another opportunity missed trying to be perfect.

Then Cain had her in his arms, leaning over her with his shirt falling off his shoulders, looking at her with such intent. He had snapped out of his haze. Whatever that had triggered him to be so upset, she managed to get him out of the deep dark depths that she called home. Then her mind started to wonder. Will this be the end of the touches? Will he no longer need me anymore?

Her mind went blank when his fingertip touched her chest, sending a little shockwave through her body. He's touching my chest. Ren is touching my chest. Her mind was reeling but Setsu kept her face passive. This was fine. What Cain does is always what Setsu wants. She forced air in her lungs as his finger dragged down over her upper breast until he hit the fabric of her top.

"Can I carve it on you? The proof that I swore here," he whispered huskily as his head moved down. Down to the spot that moments ago he was caressing with a single fingertip. Her heart was hammering in her chest, the sound of it beating loudly in her ears. She didn't hear his next words, only felt the heat of his breath caress across the intimate part of her skin. A shuddering breath filled her lungs the moment his lips touched her. Her whole body tensed at the feel of his tongue licking her and her eyes fluttered closed as he sucked and sucked, over and over again. Kyoko twisted her head towards his arm, her tongue licked her lips and her teeth caught her lower lip as her body flushed hotly at his attentions. It started to hurt, that single point of contact but she didn't want him to stop. She whimpered softly as he released her. A little pop sounded from his wet lips as he finished his mark. He moved back enough to see his work, and then licked the saliva off her skin making her thighs instinctively clench together.

Her face was still turned away towards his arm as she was being uncharacteristic at the moment. She felt him move back to look at her. His hand moved from her arm to the spot he made and lightly circled it.

"It looks good on you," he murmured in a deep throaty voice. Kyoko swallowed, trying to absorb the flush on her cheeks and the emotion plainly on her face to allow Setsu to come in, but she wasn't sure if she succeeded when she looked back at him.

"Yeah?" her voice was deeper than normal, but it sounded somewhat calm. Cain smirked at her and nodded very softly. She lifted her head to look down at her breast where his hand was. He caressed her skin and then brushed his fingertip across it making her hiss in pain.

The pain allowed her to bring Setsuka back up. She reached up and slapped his hand. "Did you have to do it so hard?"

Cain frowned. "At least I didn't bite you. I could have you know. I can make that look exactly like mine if you prefer." He moved in to do just that but she shoved him off.

"No," she snapped and rolled off the bed. Cain looked at her with concern and sat up as he watched her grab her coat from the closet.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked and she glanced back. Her belly-flopped at the sight of him: large broad shoulders, bare skin over shapely muscles that made up his pecs down to the ripples of his abdomen. All there unhidden for her eyes to feast on. Kyoko turned back around as she felt the heat rush to her face.

"Out," she stated as she reached for the door handle. She twisted on the ball of her foot and smirked at him. "I'm going to go show off the proof of your love to everyone just…" Her hand came up to push back her jacket to reveal her figure, "…like…" her hand gently caressed the side of her body, Cain's eyes following her hand over her curves up to his mark on her skin, "…this." Her hand delicately caressed her own breast skimming the mark he made lightly and even curving around the side of it making him growl low and deep in his throat.

"Bye!" She turned around to leave when he appeared next to her holding her back. An arm across her upper chest pulled her against him and she almost moaned. She looked up at him looking angry but he wasn't.

"I'm joking," she teased. "We need food for tomorrow… er, today's breakfast."

Cain sighed and pulled her back to the bed. "I'll go. You stay here, take a bath, and take care of your skin."

"Why do you get to show off?!"

He smirked at her. "I'm going."

"Don't forget to buy bread and salad," she told him but he simply pointed to her and to the bath. Setsu rolled her eyes and obediently moved as directed. He watched her for a moment and then left.

As soon as the door clicked closed, all of the air rushed out of her in one long agonizing groan. Her body was on fire, shaking and her legs gave out making her butt fall to the floor before her open dresser drawer.

"OH MY GOD!" Kyoko screamed into her clothes trying to get the tension out of her. This was exactly how she felt the first time she walked in on Ren in the shower. Blood rushed to her face as her mind rushed pictures, memories of him - his body wet in the shower, her hands on that skin, bubbles sliding down his chest when he stood up from his bath, her lips on his neck, his mouth on her skin….

"Stop, stop, stop!" she told herself repeatedly as she buried her face in her pajamas. Not that the black satin camisole and short shorts were what she considered pajamas. She took several long deep breaths, calm soothing deep breaths until her body stopped shaking and her heart slowed down.

"Bath. Take a bath. Clean your body while you clean your mind," she whispered to herself and forced her feet underneath her. Focused on one task at a time, she walked into the bath and started to shower, letting the water heat up while she disrobed. Sit down, take off the boots. Her fingers shook as she took the zipper of each boot and pulled the leather thigh highs off. The black stockings that protected her skin from the leather came next. Her hands rolling off the stocking from each leg and off her toes. Jewelry, Wig. She unpinned her lip ring, her tongue rolling over the spot in relief once it was finally gone as she removed the earring. She let the chain pool in a little bowl on the sink. Her fingers dug under the hair net for the wing and she carefully pulled it off. A relieved sigh escaped her as she mussed up her hair finally free from the surprisingly heavy wig. She set it on the faceless head on the only shelf in the bathroom. Skirt next. She stood up and reached behind her for the zipper. Looking up to the ceiling tiles as she unzipped and felt the skirt release her hips. She wiggled back and forth to take the tight skirt off and let it fall to the floor around her feet. Blouse. Reaching behind her neck, unbuttoned the two buttons that held her collar on and then reached behind her for the zipper that held her torso. Without looking down, she stripped off the detached arms sleeves and tossed the garment to the floor. The last item was her panties which she dropped before stepping into the shower.

All of the air rushed out of her as the hot water hit her. "Hot! Too hot!" she yelled as she moved to avoid the water and adjusted it to be cooler. Once it reached a comfortable heat, she moved in to wash. The water felt good even if she wasn't relaxing yet. The water beat over her head and ran down her back. The steady beat of the stream hitting the tense muscles along her shoulders. Soon she could relax in the tub and let her body melt in the water. Grabbing the soap, she worked up the lather in her hands. Eyes closed, she started to wash, starting at her arms and then to her shoulders. She kept her eyes closed because she didn't want to see. She didn't want to be reminded of what was on her skin, yet her fingers holding on to that tiny bar of soap moved over that spot and the discomfort from it shot through her body. Her heart pounded in her chest and heat rushed to her face from that one little touch. Her mind flashed to his face, lips wet and pouty as he complimented the mark on her skin.

Kyoko let out a shaky breath as she quickly spread the soap over her breast, trying to ignore how hard her nipples were and focusing on her stomach. She rushed through washing her legs and feet. Her hands slipped up her inner thighs and trembled at the touch of her own hand between her legs. Kyoko bit her lip as she cleaned away a different kind of wetness hidden between her folds. Her fingers grazed a certain piece of her that was asking for attention and her mind flashed to his fingertip. Her body remembering the firm but gentle touch of his finger caressing her skin and she dropped the soap. The little thump in the tub made her blink. She bent down reaching for the now sliver of the hotel bar soap and put it aside. Kyoko blinked and let the water rinse all of the soap from her body, careful not to touch herself.

Once she was cleared, she placed the plug over the drain and turned the water to the faucet to let the tub fill. She wished she had some salt or something to put into the water. Something she could use to spoil herself with but was left with only the hot water. In fact, she turned it up just a little more so it would stay hot longer.

Sitting back, she let herself finally relax. The water was slowly rising, barely halfway up the height of her legs. She swished the water around letting her legs rub back and forth, feeling the water move through her toes until the water reached her ankles. Her body ached and she didn't know why. Reaching out, she rubbed her legs, her hands sliding over the slick skin of her thighs as they moved back and forth, raising her knee up and her fingers running down her shin and up her calf as she moved her legs back down. Dragging her fingers up her thighs, she bit her lip as her fingers lightly grazed the curls hiding her sex. Finally, she let her eyes glance down at the mark on her chest. Her breath deepened and her heart started to drum just below that darkening red mark. Water now almost covering over her hip she pulled her left hand up out of the water and very gently touched it. Licking her lips, she explored the hickey.

His mouth. His lips. His tongue. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her lip firmly between her teeth as her finger grazed over the bruise sending a shiver through her body at the dull pain she caused. She let her finger make wider circles around it, caressing the skin around it and purposely moving over it once each time causing her stomach to hitch every time. Soon her fingers grazed her nipple and she groaned with the most intimate part of her clenching in desire.

Admitting defeat, Kyoko sighed as she slipped her right hand between her legs. Her fingers sinking through her curls as she spread her thighs apart to find her extremely responsive clit impatiently waiting for attention. She moaned, the sound of the rushing water swallowing the sound as she ran her fingertips over that little nub. Her left hand continued playing with her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers. Her thumb gently rubbed back and forth so that she would irritate the love bite Ren put on her. Every single time she sent that jolt of pain through her, her body responded, the twisting coil inside of her tightening, her fingers rubbing circles over her core faster with the memory of his mouth on her skin.

His mouth. His lips. His tongue. Ren. Ren touched me. Ren kissed me. Ren licked me right here. She grabbed her breast harshly squeezing it, her fingers digging into the hickey making pain and pleasure mix within her, her right hand jerking back and forth faster until she was pushed over the edge with the image of Ren's Emperor of the night smirking down at her, those dark brown eyes watching her climax at the touch of her own hand. Kyoko flushed as she panted, and hoped that he wasn't back from the shopping trip to hear her cry out. The sound of her release echoed in the room even to her own ears.

She blinked her eyes open to see that the water was now up at her breast. Her eyes immediately went to the hickey and flushed at what she had just done. She decided the water level was high enough and crawled forward to turn it off. Without the sound of the water rushing, the bathroom was deafening. She was left with only her heart drumming in her chest and her body still humming from her release. Kyoko was familiar with the rush and the feeling afterward. She didn't touch herself often, but she wasn't a stranger to herself. So even though she did climax, why did she still feel hot and needy?

Once the heat of the water started to ebb, she drained the tub and headed to bed. He still hadn't come back when she came out, which was just dandy to her. She wasn't sure she could handle him right now. Eagerly climbing into bed, she snuggled deep into the covers and closed her eyes.

Kyoko couldn't fall asleep and heard him come in after a bit. She was instantly aware of him. All of the sounds he made - the rustle of a plastic bag, the click of the door - her mind was on his every move.

Walking through the room. Breathing, his breathing. Very close. Yes, I'm asleep. Go away! More footsteps. She let out her breath as quietly as she could. Bag on the counter. He's putting everything away. She smiled in the darkness and then internally rolled her eyes at herself because she found it amusing that he was putting food away. You're so stupid Kyoko. That's normal. More footsteps. He is walking back. Every hair on her body was standing tall as she saw him pass by her field of vision. She quickly shut her eyes tight even though everything about her screamed AWAKE!

A creak sounded behind her. He sat down. On the bed? On the chair? She wasn't sure. He must be taking off his shoes. Kyoko flushed thinking of him undressing. He's undressing for bed. It's normal. Don't think about him. Don't… Pictures of his chest came back. He was still wearing that shirt with the zipper. She could still feel every little tooth come undone under her fingers revealing the smooth span of his chest under her eyes. The feel of all that hard flesh under her hand. She groaned and then panic seized her as she realized it was out loud. She could feel the pressure in the room reach its peak as all movement stopped in the room.

"Setsu?" His voice as soft. So very soft that if she were asleep it wouldn't have been heard. But she was all too awake and her mind was struggling with how to respond. Did she ignore him and pretend to be asleep? Or did she make a bigger show of her being awake and that would excuse the groan… right?

Option 2.

She moaned and twisted onto her back towards him. Stretching her body up, making an elaborate show of her waking up.

"Sorry," he whispered. She felt him move towards her. Felt, not saw, because her eyes were still closed. Her bed dipped as he moved onto it and her pulse increased. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

Setsu hummed without opening her eyes. She smiled and slurred, "S'kay." She reached out for him, her arm stretched out and she sighed as he took a hold of her hand.

"Go back to sleep, Setsu," he ordered in his husky whisper and kissed her hand. He placed it gently on the bed and her bed jostled as he moved off of it. Kyoko cracked open her eyes to watch him. He wasn't wearing his shirt, having already taken off before he 'woke' her up. The light outside was highlighting his silhouette, outlining his body from his wide shoulders to his slim waist. His arms were moving, working on something. She realized he was stripping off his jeans. His hands reached back, thumbs hooked on the band of the loosening pants and pushed them off. Her eyes ate up the sinful view of him bending down in nothing but boxer briefs. He pulled off each leg of his pants and then reached over for a pair of soft black cotton pajama bottoms. That coil in her abdomen twisted as he pulled the fabric over his legs and covered up his ass.

She must have moved or made a sound because he twisted around to look at her. Kyoko shut her eyes as quickly but calmly as possible. I'm asleep. I'm asleep. She heard him slip into the bed and her body finally relaxed as he wrapped himself within his sheets. Her body wanted to move, to thrash and get rid of these nerves, but she simply let herself fall onto her back and hugged herself under the blankets. Again, her legs shifted under the sheets and she knew. She was turned on and kind of wished they never moved from the first room with the single king-sized bed.

This morning will make it the third time. The third time she walked in on him naked in the shower. Why? Why was this something that she was allowed to do? Why did she find reasons to speak to him during his showers? It's not on purpose. She reasoned to herself, yet the sound of the water being interrupted by his body made her heart race. Her hand reached out to that shower curtain and pulled it back, allowing herself to see him running his fingers through his thick wet hair, steam billowed all around him in a hazy fog, like a dream. She forced her eyes to stay up.

"Nii-san, Breakfast is ready. Are you done?" she monotoned even though her body was humming and her eyes were straining on his face.

"Yeah," he replied.

"I see, then come out soon. Otherwise, it'll get cold," she quickly looked away as her body twisted around, ridding herself of the temptation to look. She pulled the curtain back closed and started to walk away.

"Ah," he sounded.

Turning back towards him curiously she asked, "But…"

"I'll dry my hair properly before coming," he informed her.

"…Ok Then."

Once the door closed, her mind jumped back to him. His skin. The way it feels. His warmth. She found herself caressing the hickey tenderly over her blouse. Flushing, she forced her hand down clenched in a tight fist and moved to serve breakfast.

She wore this dress solely because it would hide the mark on her breast. It was dark and covered most of her body in shades of black. Normally it wouldn't be a problem to hide such a mark, but with Setsuka's clothing, it was a challenge. This way I won't be reminded of it and I can focus on work. Back to being Cain's sweet, dutiful sister.

As the day continued, Kyoko knew she was being stupid. She felt the ground beneath her crumble at every touch, at every word. All of these tender affections mean for Setsuka was making Kyoko's heart roll over, sit up, and beg for more.

"Oh," Setsu sounded now realizing what Director Konoe wanted to ask her about. Cain looked back at her wondering why she stopped walking. She quickly lied talking about a shirt. The hickey. He surely wanted to ask about that. Who wouldn't? It was massive. Even thinking about what I did to him makes me uncomfortable. What would he have thought if he saw mine too? Thank God, I'm hiding mine.

Suddenly, she was being wrapped in his arms and Kyoko wasn't prepared. Buried into his shoulder, he held her, his hands stroked her head and she stiffened as he kissed her head.

What are you doing?!

"Don't worry. If that outfit gets ruined, I will buy as many new ones as you wish. So many that you'll ask me to talk them back, Setsu," he assured her. He's comforting Setsu, not me. He has no idea what you are stressing about. Don't take it to heart. It's not real. Setsu struggled to take control but Kyoko forced her up until she was returning the hug. Taking a deep breath, she could smell the plastic and make-up on his body but faintly she could smell him – Ren.

"Did I have such a worried expression?" she asked nuzzling against his shoulder.

"Yeah. You looked like you wanted to vanish into thin air instantly."

Setsu hummed. "Sounds good. Like being invisible."

At least then my body would feel just as lightheaded and fluttery as my head.

Once filming was done for the day, they retreated to their room. They had missed two days of filming before and would have to go back tomorrow, so they would spend the night here again. Exhaustion filled her after not sleeping well for the last two nights. Kyoko thought maybe this time, she would get to sleep well tonight.

"I'm taking a shower," he told her as she fell back onto the bed with a groan.

"Kay," she yawned and waved her hand dismissively. With her eyelids feeling heavy and her mind sluggishly drifting it took her a moment to realize that he was staring down at her deep in thought. She looked up at him but couldn't read his expression. It was guarded, a blank mask that told her nothing. She quirked an eyebrow at him waiting. With a snort, he twisted towards her and started to crawl over her.

Setsu stayed passive as Kyoko screamed in her head. Her body rocked back and forth as the weight of his hands and knees moved the bed to and fro. Finally, she was caged underneath him and she twisted her head curious as to what he was doing.

"Are you going to join me this time?" he asked with a little smirk.

She let her head fall to the side with a groan, eyes closed. "That's what you want. No. I'm tired. If I take a shower with you, it would take twice as long rather than taking one alone."

Her senses were on high alert as she felt the heat of his body move closer to hers. She tried to remain still, unmoving, and uncaring but that was IMPOSSIBLE! How could anyone stay emotionless while under the eye of the Emperor of the Night!

He whimpered and she could see that puppy dog look on his face in her mind's eye.

"You said you'd love to, but every night you make up some excuse not to. Setsu," he nuzzled her hair behind her ear making her tremble beneath him. "All I want is for you to help me wash my back. I'll make sure you are taken care of first," he promised with a sinfully deep voice right into her ear.

Kyoko quivered like jello inside of Setsu's motionless body cavity. She knew she was blushing, there was no hiding that. Her skin was burning from the heat emitting from his. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, letting his scent fill her lungs. She was trying to find a seed, a shadow of herself that could possibly come close to the Emperor of the night somewhere deep down inside of her. Pulling up her desire for him, the thoughts she had when she touched herself. All of those thoughts of wanting to fill herself with his warmth and rub her naked body across his sweat kissed skin, they filled her mind and she hoped she was successful in forming an appropriate look for Setsu to use.

Setsu wanted him.

Always has and always will. She could let Kyoko's desires for the man above her shine through, right? That was okay?

She turned towards him and smiled – a slow sexy smirk with a hint of teeth. Her eyes opened slowly, almost lazily allowing her to look at the man above her. Molten gold eyes full of heat and promise met his grey ones and they widened slightly in wonder. Her gaze fell down the length of his body hovering over her. He had taken off his jacket and was wearing a turtle neck sweater that was soft to the touch; however, she knew that what was underneath was so much better.

He hissed above her when she reached out for him. Her cold fingers found the bottom of the sweater and lightly touched his stomach. It contracted against her touch, the shock of it against his heated skin. Her eyes traveled up his torso as her fingers did. Fingertips sliding up his stomach, feeling his muscles contract and release under her touch. Ripples of muscle changing to the bumps of his ribs, each of her fingers slipping over each little curve and dipping into each little dimple. She looked up at his face with her lower lip between her teeth. He had his eyes closed and was panting with his head hanging low.

That look of pure bliss on his face made her body grow tight. She could feel the wetness soaking her panties and she barely touched him. She reached the curved flesh of his pecs and her palms were finally able to touch him. He jumped as her hands glided over his chest, her fingers running across his hard nipples, each finger finding the tight little tips and making sure each one touched him. She turned her nails in and raked her nails over his chest, one nail catching his nipples momentarily as she scratched red lines down his torso.

He moaned loudly as she left nail marks on his skin. The sound coming from his lips shocked both of them and Cain's eyes snapped open to look at her. Setsu's heated gaze was boiling over as her nails moved to the side of his body to scratch up his back, but he pulled away. Moving back off the bed, she caught his sweater in her hands and forced him to leave it behind as he scrambled away. It tugged free and the soft sweater fell limp over her chest. She lifted herself up on to her elbows to look at him.

He stood there breathing heavily shirtless. Heat, desire swelled inside of her as she saw the red angry lines of her nails down his chest and stomach. Her eyes were so focused on his body, she didn't see the crazed, confused look on REN's face. Setsu sensually moved to her hands and knees. Ren took a timid step back as Setsu stalked forward. She licked her lips and he watched her hand reach out to him, towards his stomach…

No….

Her fingers hooked into the band of his pants right at the button.

Ren twisted away from her and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him.

Her fingers were jerked free from his pants and her hand was left reaching out towards nothing. Kyoko groaned as she fell to her side and rolled onto her back, letting her head and arms hang down from the end of the bed. Her mind drifted to what she did making her body quiver. Tensing up into a little ball, she squealed and laughed. She pushed her legs over her head and flipped feet overhead out of bed allowing the momentum to take her body up and over and land on the floor in a crouch. She smiled at the closed door and crawled over to it. Pressing her hand and ear against the door softly, she listened. There was no sound of water, no sound at all actually. What is he doing in there? She pushed herself up, the muscle from her legs making her move gracefully and soundlessly as her hand caressed the door to her full height. With her ear still pressed against the door, she knocked raptly three times.

A gasp and the door moved under her as her weight shifted it to the other side of the frame.

He was leaning against the door this whole time? Some foreign feeling bubbled up inside of her as she gleefully twisted to rest her back against the door. She slowly slid against the door imagining it was his tall frame.

"Nii-san," her voice purred through the door and she swore she could hear him gulp, but that would be impossible. "I was only helping you undress," she cooed. Her voice now sounding low as she squatted down by the door handle. Her eyes flickered to it and wondered. She reached up and turned it finding it was indeed locked.

"Nii-san," she sang. "I thought you wanted my help." She wiggled the door handle intentionally, letting him know that she wanted in. Standing up she leaned against the door frame by the hinge watching the door handle, waiting for it to move or click or something.

"Unlock the door, Nii-san. You promised I'd be taken care of first," she moaned and she heard him curse behind the door. Several times in fact.

Setsu smiled. What was this feeling? She felt high. As if some drug was rushing through her, making her body hot and her senses alert and feeling warm and fuzzy. She ran her hands up and down her arms and wanted to take off her itchy dress. What she really wanted was to touch him again. She wanted that hot hard body under her fingertips and to feel him tremble under her touch.

The sound of water came through the door and she heard the screech of the shower curtain being pulled back. There was a loud grunt as the water muted slightly when he entered the shower. Setsu checked the door handle once more and pouted.

She tried to wait patiently. Forty minutes passed and he was still in the bathroom. Setsu had calmed down and was laying on her bed struggling not to fall asleep. She had taken the most uncomfortable parts of her dress off, but it was still not sleepwear. Days of not sleeping well and Kyoko's emotions were running high and low. Setsu and Kyoko were exhausted. Her fingers played with the spaghetti strap of her camisole beside her, waiting to be put on after her shower as she drifted off to sleep.

Thirty minutes after Kyoko fell asleep, Ren was finally able to come out. Okay, he was working on it. His hand was on the door handle and he was struggling with getting Cain back. Even after the cold shower, even after jerking off, he was still swayed with thoughts of her. Kyoko looking up at him - like the living incarnation of Lust. Heavy lidded melted gold eyes, red flushed cheeks, and her teeth biting her lower lip. She had never looked at him like that like he was something delicious to eat and she wanted more than a little taste.

Ren shook head and took a breath. He wrapped the robe a little tighter. He should have brought clothes in with him but, how could he? There wasn't any time. He could still feel her hands on him, her fingers feeling up his stomach, running over his nipples and her nails scratching up his skin. She scratched him hard enough to leave trails down his skin. Even after the shower, looking in the mirror, he saw lots of evidence of Kyoko on his body. The still dark hickey on his neck, the teeth marks puckered around it, nail marks going straight down fading away before his belly button and finally - he sighed – he was hard again, his arousal for the woman behind the door.

Her voice still called to him, like a siren calling him to a sweet death.

Nii-san.

Open the door.

Nii-san. You promised I'd be taken care of first.

Hearing his words being thrown back at him, hearing her use the exact same teasing, flirty tone that he used, he almost came. He wanted to rip the door off the frame and fuck her here and now.

No, it was an act. Setsu reacting to her stupid brother's incestuous advances. I'm a fucking idiot! I'm the one that crossed the line. I'm the one who told her to put a love bite on me. I'm the one who took it too fucking far and oh god… He touched his lips as he closed his eyes. The feel of her soft flesh in his mouth, the taste of her skin, the cute little whimper in her throat as he sucked on her breast, all of it was as sweet as he thought it would be.

How the fuck am I going to face her naked in a bathrobe with a hard-on?!

It took him another ten minutes before he was finally able to open the door. Cain braced himself and opened the door as if he were ripping off a band-aid. He was relieved to find no one at the door. Peeking out, she wasn't in the kitchenette either. Frowning, he turned the corner and found her sound asleep on her bed uncovered. He almost dropped to his knees in relief or frustration, he wasn't sure but he thanked the gods that he didn't have to act anymore tonight.

I need a beer. He walked to the mini-fridge and took one out. He was about to crack it open and quickly covered the top with his robe to muffle the pop it would make. He chugged it back, not breathing until it was gone in one long draw. He gasped as he pulled the empty can away and wanted another. Grabbing another to drink slower, he moved into the room and turned off the light, and then grabbed a pair of underwear and sleeping pants. Something inside of him told him to change in the bathroom and he didn't argue. Setting his drink down on the nightstand, he got ready for bed in the bathroom, hanging up his robe before returning to the bed.

He decided to watch her sleep as he finished his beer. It really was the best view in the room. She had taken off her jewelry, the ringed collar, the belt around her skirt and her boots and stockings. The dress with this spiderweb design stayed on as well as her wig. It was the wig that made him wonder if she was comfortable. Wigs were a pain. She still wore her make-up too. That was a no-no, but honestly, nothing short of fire was going to get him to wake her up.

And no, the fire in his loins wasn't a valid fire.

He sighed. What the hell happened anyway? He was the first one to admit that what he asked for was stupid and selfish and…. Stupid!

But watching her lounge on the bed, so defensively made him pause. She looked so good in Setsu's clothes, so much that he wanted to buy her jackets and full body robes to wear every day in public settings. Yes, the items he bought her were better than the ones Wood-san gave her, but damn it. She looked good in everything! That see-through spiderweb shirt allowed him to see that dark bruise on her chest. Knowing that she let him do that, it made him want to tease her a bit. He remembered every single time she walked in on him showering and thought, what the hell…

What the Hell was right! She was so sexy, so alluring that he turned tail and ran as soon as he felt her fingers down his pants.

He wasn't ready or prepared, it shocked him and he broke character. Always with her. I always lose myself when I'm acting with her. Shit. I hope I never do a romantic scene with her. His mind jumped to doing some of the more risqué scenes with her. His eyes raked over her sleeping body leisurely. The beer and the two times he jerked off in the bathroom made him feel good – relaxed. She was beautiful, sexy even, but really all he wanted to do right now as slip into that bed and hold her. To curl up around her, feel her back snuggle up against his body and inhale the sweet smell coming from her natural hair. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and hold her close with his legs tangled with hers. His heart ached to fall asleep with her in his arms.

He sighed sadly. Finishing off his beer, he threw the can away and pulled off the top sheet of his bed. He stepped over and raised it over her to let it flutter down on her body. He wanted to tuck her in at least, but instead, he simply made sure she was covered neck to toe and went to sleep himself.

The next day Setsu was drenched in a cold shower that was Manaka dousing her from head to toe.

The utter garbage that girl was saying to her brother!

She glared at him as the story of how Manaka fell in love with her brother unfolded before her.

How dare you touch her! How dare you smile sweetly at her! I thought… after what we've been through…. Jealousy wrapped around her, slithering around her heart like a snake about to crush it.

"Even I happen to feel protective towards animals," Cain said as if it was obvious.

Huh? Her lip curled in a sneer.

"More so if it's a small animal. Actually, I'm especially protective when it comes to rodents," he clarified as if it fixed everything.

"Bullshit!" Setsu cursed as Manaka went berserk to the point of having Murasame carry her off. She watched the idiot get carted off.

"Setsu," he drawled in an annoyed voice. He's annoyed!? What the fuck?! "Don't be angry, Setsu."

"Well since you told me, okay!" She mocked and then turned to walk to the lunchroom.

"Setsu," he called out to her and she stopped just before going into the room where the caterers had all the food.

"I'll get our lunch and meet you in the usual spot," she informed him and was about to step in when he caught her wrist.

"Don't be angry," he said again, his voice soft but non-apologetic.

She smiled at him. "Don't tell me what to do." She slipped her hand out of his and walked into the room to stand in line. Normally, she would have simply cut in line and grabbed food, but today she wanted to take her time. Grabbing a plate, she piled up as much food as she could possibly put on it and then a single sandwich for herself. Her training in the ryokan allowed her to carry the overflowing plate without dropping a single thing; however, she did carelessly drop it in front of him.

She smirked at him. "Only the best for my Nii-san," she cooed and grabbed the tea kettle. "I'll be back with hot water for the tea."

Leaning on his left arm, he smiled humorously at her, "I'll be waiting."

"You do that." She grumbled mostly to herself.

When she came back with the hot water, he was nibbling on one of the sandwiches. He watched her the entire time she made the tea and finally sat down to unwrap her meal. She took a big bite and found it was rather tasteless.

"Why are you angry?" He asked casually making her roll her eyes.

"I'm maw." I'm not, she stated with a mouth full of food.

"Then look at me."

She rolled her eyes up at him as she chewed and then cocked her eyebrow at him like, Okay? What?

He simply smirked at her now that he finally got her attention. Setsu sighed and took another bite and looked down. A cherry tomato rolled over in her line of sight and she glanced up. He was smirking at her, his finger still flicked up showing that he did it on purpose. She put her sandwich down, took off the little leaves from the top and popped the red fruit into her mouth, then proceeded to flick the leaves at him.

He chuckled as it landed on his mountain of food. While she concentrated on eating, he did everything in his power to get her attention. He lightly stepped on her toes, making her jerk her feet back under her chair, reached over and touched her hand when she set it down, stole her tea 'accidentally' and drank it all. It was as irritating as it was cute.

When she finally finished her food, she stood up. "You done?"

He nodded barely scraping off the top of his meal. She grabbed the plate, walked to the trash and dumped it all with a loud thump. She returned the table and picked up the teacups.

"Stay here. Don't go chasing any rodents," she chastised and left to clean the cups. Cain was leaning back in his chair with his head back and both feet spread out wide under the table, not seeming to care if anyone were to trip over his long legs. She set the cups down to dry and stepped over to kick him.

"Need a nap?" she asked peering over his face.

He blinked blood-red eyes up at her and she felt her heart jump. He is still fucking scary in full make-up.

"Nap sounds good, will you join me?"

"Hmm," she smiled as if thinking about it. "No," she answered sourly and then turned to walk back to the set. She heard the chair scrap behind her and his heavy footfalls followed her. Everyone was already gathering to talk to Director Konoe when she found a seat out of the way and sat down, crossing her arms and legs to wait.

Cain leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You can't stay mad at me forever." She stuck her tongue out at him.

He took a breath to talk but Director Konoe called him out. "Heel-san! Could you please?"

Cain grunted and walked over finally leaving her alone. Stupid brother. She watched them shoot a few scenes of him terrorizing the group. Of course, everyone was actually screaming every time he jumped out and grabbed someone or swiped at them with his knife. Kyoko sighed. Why is he so good? She was mesmerized at his ability to make everyone around him bend to his will. He was able to make everyone fear him the same way he was able to make his co-stars love him. It was terrifying in a completely different way.

It also pissed her off how utterly gorgeous he looked wearing torn clothes and tossing people around. Even with the pale bloody make-up covering his torso, they couldn't hide the toned muscle that he used to lift Murasame off the ground, the swell of his arms and his shoulders as he flipped off the balcony to get at the group. Tsuruga Ren made for one hell of an attractive killer.

Nothing was happening as they were talking about the next scene and she was bored. Looking at her nails and picking at them in vain, she heard a nerve-racking voice sending a shiver down her spine.

"Please go to the camera room with me?!" Manaka bubbled up at her brother and she felt her hackles raise. Again, so close to him. Is she slow or what?

Ignoring her completely, Cain walked over to Setsu and looked down at her. "We are moving to Camera Room F."

She looked up at him pleased that he ignored her. "I see," she said softly and then watched him hold his hand out for her. She looked at it unsure, but before her mind could consider taking it, Manaka slipped both her hands into his.

Cain jerked back but she held on and Setsu scoffed. Disgusting, stupid love sick girl. She ranted in her mind as she walked away. It's all his stupid fault. If he didn't pet her, then she wouldn't have reverted to that revolting way. Why did he have to touch her? The jealousy twisted sourly in her gut as she walked away. Suddenly, she was jerked back as a hand clamped onto her shoulder.

Gasping, she was pulled into Cain's arms and wasn't ready for the sudden intimate action. Her face burned hot and red as he lifted her up in his embrace and whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry. No matter if it's loving animals or in the heat of the moment, I should have never interacted with another woman. I'll never do it a second time, so please be happy again." She was still stiff and trying to regain her composure in his arms. He sighed and nuzzled her neck, his nose burying in her hairline.

"Setsu," he murmured softly, "I love you."

Shock struck through her like lightning. Her body burned at the strike, making her blood rush through her, her heart slamming against her ribs trying to break out. She let her body melt at the strength of his arms and she could feel herself surrender in defeat because of him. Her mind was screaming to run, to hide. You knew he was dangerous. You knew he was breaking in and you let him.

You let him in.

She whimpered as he squeezed her wanting a response. Her arms slunk around his waist and he let out a relieved breath as she hugged him back.

"ENOUGH!"

Cain was ripped from her arms the moment she conceded, and she struggled to get back onto her feet. Eyes wide, she looked up see Murasame kick Cain in the chest to break them up. Cain instantly retaliated and they started to fight again.

This gave her the chance to catch her breath, to slow her heart and to clear her head from the overdose of Cain injected into her. By the time the fight was broken up, she was able to regain Setsu back. Cain walked back to her breathing hard but trying to hide it. He held his hand out to her silently asking. Do you forgive me?

She looked up at him, who was showing an irate face and smirked. She slipped her hand in his gloved one and fell into step with his. Yeah, I'm an idiot too.

It was almost one in the morning when they finished and retreated back to the hotel room hand in hand. She rolled her neck and sighed as she sat on the bed. Again, it was another long day. Maybe if she was acting in the film, it wouldn't seem so long. While she would be physically tired, it always made the day feel shorter. She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. The bed dipped behind her and she straightened up her posture as his hands touched her shoulder.

"Allow me," he whispered as he pressed his thumbs along the muscle behind her back and rotated up. She groaned loudly at the instant pleasure it brought and she could hear him smile. He moved his hand closer to her neck and massaged her shoulders, her neck and the top of her back. Her body swayed forward at the pressure, she felt like she was going to fall over as her body weakened under his strong fingers. She braced herself on the bed, grabbing the sheets in front of her within her fists and couldn't help the sounds coming out of her mouth – moaning and whimpering at each little stroke.

"Fucking hell," Cain whispered behind her as he worked his way down her back. His little vixen was driving him mad with all those sexy little sounds. He wanted to give her a little massage, something to make up for today but shit. This was going down a completely different path.

Her gorgeous body falling prey to his hands. His eyes ate up her curvy frame as his hands ran over her ribs, his thumbs smoothing out the muscle along her spine with a deep rotation. Her body rocked forward with each stroke up and then back as she pushed against his hand for more. Back and forth, back and forth as his hands dipped down into the curve of her tiny waist. She shivered as he applied pressure to the small of her back and a soft sigh escaped her lips as she arched back in delight.

God, she moves and sounds as if I was fucking her from behind.

He closed his eyes and couldn't help the image in his mind. He licked his lips and looked back at her.

On her hands and knees… gripping her hips… feeling my cock plunging deep inside of her hot wet pussy… rocking back to meet my every thrust… moaning and withering under my touch, as my body forces hers to climb higher and higher.

He ran his hands up her back, a long strong stroke to make her back arch back, her head thrown back as she groaned.

"Fuck," he slipped off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

"Nii-san," purred the vixen. He had hit the corner but didn't disappear yet. He hesitated but only dared to glance back at her – a single eye looked back. She was lying on the bed with a blissful smile on her lips. His own personal lust personified squirmed on the bed as if she was sinking into something warm and cozy. His eyes followed her hand that lazily ran up the curves of her body as she rubbed her legs back and forth against each other temptingly.

"That felt wonderful," she cooed as her hands ran over her face, through her hair, and over her head in a stretch that made her body long, lean and ready to be taken.

He grunted and took a step forward to the bathroom. Leave. Leave now, before it's too late. Leave. Or else you'll regret your actions.

His hand was on the knob when her arms wrapped around his waist drawing a hiss out of his mouth.

"Where are you going?" she teased and he grabbed her biceps to shove her off.

"Shower," he stated and pulled her away. Setsu jumped in front of the door with both hands on the frame trying to block with it her tiny alluring body.

"No," she pouted and bit her lip. Whatever remaining blood in his head surged into his pants. "I'm not done with you yet."

He shook his head, trying to think, trying to understand what she was doing. "What?"

She smirked, a sexy little tilt of her lips. "I said, I'm not done yet." She stabbed him in the chest with her finger. "You need to do a whole lot more before I forgive you for that shit you pulled today with the rodent."

"Setsu," he said getting more irritated the hornier he got. He again tried to get her to move, he grabbed each of her wrists and pulled them away from the door frame pulling forward. Setsu willingly stumbled into this chest and her hips grazed his hard-on making him groan. He didn't know if she did that on purpose or accident but it gave her the leg up. She twisted her wrist forcing pressure at the weak point between his thumb and index finger and rotated only to grab his wrist now. Still in a daze, he was pulled forward and stumbled after her towards the bed. Once he was there, she pushed him over.

He was flustered and way too aroused to think. His eyes widened as she unbuttoned her leather pants.

"W-w-what are you doing?" he stuttered stupidly.

"Getting comfortable," she said reasonably. Ducking down and disappearing for a moment. She reappeared with a hungry grin. He watched her crawl over his body, his every fantasy coming back to him as she was the one to cage his upper body with her own in nothing but her blouse and her – holy shit those are the tiniest fucking panties ever made. She licked her lips and reached out for his hands. Sitting up over his stomach, she forced his hands on her thighs and he almost came.

"I want you to touch me," she commanded and he did feel himself cream a little still looking at those lacy black panties. "Exactly like you were before." She leaned over and grabbed bundles of his shirt in her fist and then rolled them over, forcing him on top of her. He had to catch himself, letting go of her soft flesh and onto the bed before he crushed her.

"Full body massage. Got it."

"Setsu," he warned and started to crawl off of her, but she wrapped her bare leg around him, her heel on his ass and pulled him back with such strength.

"Do it, or I won't forgive you," she threatened.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he growled and grabbed her thigh then squeezed. She gasped and her leg fell from his hip back down to the bed. She watched him move to his knees and look down at her body. She could feel the waves of heat coming off her skin and it tingled as his eyes raked over her. He grunted and pulled his shirt off in one fell swoop over his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable. Do you object?"

She shook her head as her eyes ate up his revealed flesh. That's all he was going to take off, that's all he could be allowed to take off. He looked down her body and made out a battle plan.

"Turn over," he told her with his voice rough, demanding. She shifted underneath him, her right leg bumping his thigh. He lifted his leg so that she could laid down between his legs. She folded her arm to make a little pillow for herself and rested her head over her forearms facing her left. Now that she was on her back, her butt was completely covered by her blouse. He didn't remember that detail until it was finally covering her up. It was almost like she was wearing a dress. Still, the image of that scrap of cloth that covered her was forefront on his mind.

But first was a little payback. Full body massage huh?

My pleasure.

He leaned over, placed a hand by her face and slid her hair out of the way. She shivered at the feel of it tickling what skin her outfit revealed. He saw the straps and circles that made up her shirt and felt they were in the way. Reaching for her neck he unsnapped the collar she wore and slowly slipped it off. She moved her head a little but kept her eyes closed. Next were the circles that held up the black top. He fingered each one trying to find out how it unlocked. He reached the one right on top of her shoulder and felt the break in the link. Squeezing the ring, it came undone and she squirmed as her top went loose.

"Nii-san," she bemoaned. "I told you to massage me, not undress me."

He reached over and unlocked the other side. "Trust me. It will feel better this way."

She hummed as he pulled back the Y straps from her back to reveal the see-through top underneath. He would be pushing it if he took that off and while not the softest of fabrics, it would do. She gasped as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He smirked at the reaction and noticed the tension and stiffness under his fingers.

At least she knows she is swimming in the deep end. Let's see how far out you are willing to go.

Back on his knees, the only thing that was touching her was his hands. She melted under his ministrations quickly, soft little sighs leaving her lips as he ran his thumbs up and down her neck. She shifted her head so that her forehead was on her arms, her face hidden. Not enough to hide the red on her ears but he couldn't see her expression anymore. Not that it mattered much. He wanted to hear her moan again and to touch, to touch more of her body.

He slid his hands down, stroking down between her spine and shoulder blades. A tremble ran through her body and her hands clenched into fists and he stroked her once, twice, three times. Each time her breath left her in a rush. Moving down, he wrapped his large hands on either side of her waist and used the heel of his palm to massage her lower back. She groaned in bliss as he moved down until he hit her tail bone, then stroked up with both of his hands forcing another sound out of her mouth. Ren moved off of her to kneel at her side instead of over her. He was closer to her head now allowing him to push the palm of his hands down towards her feet right at the top of her right butt cheek.

Kyoko squeaked at the first touch of his hand on her ass, but as he moved down, she moaned. He smiled enjoying this more than he thought he would. He moved the heel of his hand down her right butt cheek until he reached the top of her thigh. Then he repeated the same to her left. He did this several times, pulling her hips down from her back, stretching it with each stroke. Once done, he let both of his hands glide over her butt, squeezing it lightly before moving down. He saw her feet twisting and turning and rubbing against each other as he rubbed her ass with strong sure strokes. He twisted his hands so that his fingers encircled her hips and squeezed again letting her feel the strength of his fingers and she shifted her hips a little against him. Licking his lips, he eagerly slipped down to her bare thighs making her body clench up and her feet rise up into the air.

"Shhhh…" he soothed as he ran his hands down her thighs towards her calves to lay them back down again. He crawled down the bed to reach her feet. Her skin was as soft as he imagined, silky smooth under firm muscle. Feeling her body malleable under his touch made him appreciate exactly how strong this woman was. Her thighs flexed under his hand as he made his way back up her legs. She clenched cutely when his finger dipped to her inner thigh near her ass.

Not yet. Not yet.

He decided to slip off the bed, standing over her with her feet between his legs. He placed both hands on one thigh and gave it a little more strength. Kyoko moaned and her toes curled at the feel of it. He was always afraid of putting too much into it, but so far, she seemed to like the pressure he put on her body.

Hopefully to the end.

He made his way down her left leg and did the same to her right. Soft little whimpers left her lips but nothing as grand as before. He idly wondered if her embarrassment was stopping her, but then he placed his hands on her foot and she moaned loudly. He chuckled as he ran his thumbs up and down the sole of her foot making her groan and squirm in delight.

Focusing on making her feel good took some of the edge off of his arousal. He realized how much she was enjoying the actual massage and it replaced some of his other desires. He took extra time at her feet as she seemed to enjoy that almost as much as when he first did her back.

"On your back," he told her as soon as he felt like he was done. He didn't want to stop touching her, so his hands lingered lightly on her ankles and calf as she languidly twisted onto her back. She fell with a sigh, her right arm flopping onto the bed beside her and her left resting over her face. Ren peered over at her face and saw how completely red she was.

He laughed silently with a large grin on his face. Even if she was enjoying this, she was flushed with embarrassment. Letting his eyes drift down her body, he was reminded of the pretty black panties she was wearing. His eyes took in every detail as he crawled back up onto the bed with his hands sliding up her legs.

They were pure black with a butterfly lace design and a single black string curving around her hips. As he got closer, he saw solid black satin dip down to curve around the back. He knew it wasn't a thong, as he felt he seam of it cut across her cheeks, but this was more than enough of a tease for him. Did she always wear such sexy underwear? Did she wear these things every day under those cute clothes? He doubted he could ever look at her the same way knowing this.

A soft whimper sounded above his head as his hands circled around her upper thighs. He looked up to find both of her arms were now covering her face and the blush crawling down her neck. He should stop. He knows he should stop. This was probably more than enough of an "apology" for Setsu.

But she said full body. We must comply.

He gazed down at her body and his hands dropped down to her knees and then back up making her back arch and a soft groan spill from her lips.

Mustn't stop now….

He looked down and let his fingers hook in the hollow at the top of her thighs and lifted his hands up over her hips to twist the little straps of her panties. Her breath hitched. He looked up with his desire rising back, taking over his actions and watched her as he let his thumbs smooth over her pussy over the fabric of her panties and to the top where the fabric ended.

She shuddered out a long breath and clenched her fist as he grazed over the most intimate part of her. His head felt thick and fuzzy. His hands moved forward as his body ached to take in more of her. Kyoko moaned as he ran his hands up over her stomach over her blouse causing it to shift.

He froze.

His mouth went dry and his erection suddenly became painful. Without the hooks attaching the black blouse to the back, it fell freely from her chest. The flimsy sheer undershirt did nothing to hide her perky breast once the top moved to the side. One perfect breast looked up at him, a dark perky tip teasing him through the material as she panted. Moving back down to her hips, he grabbed the black top that hid everything in his hands and pulled down.

Kyoko gasped and her arms went down immediately covering her chest and probably trying to grab the top back up. But it was far too late. The first jerk forced the tightest part of it to her hips and it only took a little more to get it past that point and he was pulling it free from her legs. She was left with only those risqué black panties that stretched across her hips and that flimsy translucent grey top. She was looking away with a fiery blush on her face and her arms crossed over her breast protectively.

He crawled over her again and blew air over her arms making her gasp. He smiled as he placed his hands over her stomach and started to rub, her waist, her abs, everything there making her quiver and as she held her breasts.

"Setsu," he called out to her in a deep voice. "I can't finish if you don't move your arms."

She whimpered as he smoothed his hands over her stomach causing her body to jerk. He moved up to her ribs, fingers siding down the side and back to the middle, teasing the edges where her arms covered her up. Instead of forcing the issue, he shifted up and curved his hands over her arms. Her breath became harder as he rubbed up and down her biceps to her shoulders again. He couldn't do much to her arms with her covering her chest, so he moved onto her face. She was turned away from him, red and sweating, showing the side of her face with lip/earring still pinned on.

Running his hands over her shoulders he softened his touch to a caress as he ran his fingers up her neck. She shuddered a sigh as he slipped his fingers under her head. With his hands cradling her face, he forced her to look up at him. He very gently lifted her face towards him and smiled at her as she cracked her eyes open to see him. The breath in his lungs burned as her molten gold eyes met his and her lip found her way between her teeth again.

She was breathtakingly beautiful as she looked up at him with what could only be lust in her eyes.

He ran his thumb over her right cheek making her eyes closed and lean her head away from it. Once he reached her ear, he felt for the little earring and pulled it free from her piercing. Gathering the chain in his hand he reached her lip and removed it completely. He tossed it aside and caressed the side of her face from her jaw, up her cheek towards her temple. Pushing in slightly he found the netting to her wig and forced it off. He used both hands now to reveal her short copper hair, again tossing the wig to the side somewhere. She ran his fingers messily into the flattened hair, making her whimper softly as he massaged her scalp.

When he finished, Kyoko was blushing up prettily at him making his heart soar. He ran his fingers lightly over her face, running over her eyes making them close, over her nose to make them fall over her lips. She sighed as he caressed her lips, her mouth opening slightly at his touch. He ran his thumb over her lips harshly, smearing her purple lipstick from her lips to the side of her mouth. He felt the wetness of her teeth as he crossed over to the other side. He wanted to slip his digit into her mouth, to feel the hot wet cavern of her mouth, to have her tongue lick and suck something of his. He must have lingered there too long, as she pushed her chin up and nipped the pad of his thumb.

He growled and grabbed her hands, forcing them over her head. She cried out at the sudden action but did not fight his grip. He watched her face waiting for the fear or rejection to flicker across her face but there was nothing. There were excitement, uncertainty, and desire. She was breathing loudly through her nose. The heavy panting bringing his attention down to her breasts.

The top stretched over the swell of them. Hard dark nipples rose and fell with each breath making them call out to him. He ran his hands down her arms and before she could cover herself up, he slipped his hands over each breast and squeezed.

"AHH!" she cried out and twisted her legs beneath him. He couldn't handle it anymore. He dipped down and pulled her right breast into his mouth making her cry out passionately. The fabric was in the way at first, but he clawed it down with a rake of his nails making her quiver beneath him. It might have ripped but he didn't care. His tongue teased the hardened peak, circling it with the tip of his tongue and flicking it. Her hands sunk into his hair as he sucked on her breast. Fingers fisting his hair as he bit down.

"Ah, Ren!" she cried out and he popped her flesh from his mouth to look up at her.

Kyoko was panting beneath him and calling out his name. His Kyoko called out to him. He slipped down over her and kissed her. A whimper of surprise was eaten by his lips as he kissed her. He laid his body down beside her, his right hand still teasing her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling and pinching her nipple between his fingers. Her hands fell above her head as he settled beside her. He licked her lips wanting to taste her, asking permission to be let in.

Giving her breast one last fondle, his right hand moved down her body, over the gauzy fabric, on to her other breast, down to her ribs, past her stomach and he stuck his fingers beneath her panties and through her curls. Kyoko jerked up against his body, lifting herself yet grabbing on to him as his fingers slipped between her folds to touch her intimately.

"Full body, right?" He mumbled against her neck. He kissed her as he felt how completely wet she was. His fingers slipped over her lips easily, rubbing over them, between them and grazing her clit, getting her used to his touch. She held on to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder hiding her face; however, each time his fingers ran over that bundle of nerves her breath hitched, her nails dug into his skin and her legs opened just a fraction more.

He wanted to kiss her, wanted to grind his cock against her hip, her thigh, anything as he touched her needy center. She moaned as his fingers moved over her clit and circled it. Her right leg bent at the knee and fell to the side. Her pussy was open to all of his moves and he gladly took advantage of it. He rubbed three fingers over her clit, round and round in slow deliberate motions.

"Ah, haaa," she panted against his neck and her hips started to move with his hand. Her fingers tightened her hold on him as she clung to dear life while he pleased her. He could feel her arms shake, her breath sucked in and hold in her lungs as she tensed her hold of him and her hips stilled. He increased the tempo to bring her over the edge. She cried out as she came, her body spasmed against his hand and her arms hugged him closer to her as she moaned in his ear. He wasn't done though, his fingers slipped down and he plunged two fingers inside of her quivering walls.

"Oh god," she threw her head back and moaned at the intrusion. He kept his fingers shallowly inside of her, curing them inwards to find that tight knot within. It was expectedly tight but he could work on that. He rotated his fingers on her g-spot, and she whimpered.

"What… what are you doing?" she panted as his fingers sunk deeper into her, stroking that spot back and forth. She groaned at the new feeling. She fell onto her back with his arm pinned under her neck, one arm around his neck, fingers in his hair and the other grabbing the sheets beside her.

He smiled at her and thrust his fingers harder inside of her making her jerk up in a moan.

"You've never touched yourself like this?"

She shook her head back and forth as he thrust inside of her stoking his fingers over her g-spot harder, faster, until she was moaning at every little thrust. She lifted her other knee up, sliding against his legs, making him moan as she caressed his hard-on. She hooked her leg over his hip, allowing his fingers to slide into her easily. The sound of his fingers squishing in and out of her, the feel of her body taking him with the steady moans from her throat.

"God, Kyoko, you are gorgeous," he whispered and kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. She whimpered as his tongue swept into her mouth. Her body was still jerking up and down at his thrust and her hips were starting to move with his hand. She timidly licked his tongue making him groan at the feel of her kissing him back. He let his wrist drop on her, the heel of his palm hitting her clit once again. She screamed in his mouth, and she broke the kiss as her body convulsed, the walls of her sex clenched around his fingers as she came again. He rubbed her clit a little longer to make her body twitch.

She panted tired and spent, but he wanted more. He wanted her and his cock straining in his pants wanted some attention.

He kissed her shoulder down to her collar bone as she caught her breath. He moved over her, planting little kisses down her chest until he reached her breast again. He opened his mouth to taste it once again when her hand appeared over his treat. He looked at it puzzled as to what it was at first and then saw that she was covering her beautiful breast away from him. Torn, confused, and frustrated he looked up at her and could see that she was getting her wits back.

"Times up," she said in a sultry voice.

Wait? What? What did that mean?

She twisted to her side and he moved up to his knees as she went to her hands and knees. "I'm going to take a shower," she informed him and he grabbed her hips.

"You can't be serious," he protested.

"Hmm, I am," she rose up to her knees and leaned back against his chest. Reaching up, she stroked his face. "That was better than I was expecting."

"Kyoko," he whimpered and hugged her against his groin. She gasped at the feel of his erection pressed against her butt and pulled away leaning to the left. She twisted to hook her right arm around his neck and pulled him down to the bed. He fell, allowing her to straddle his stomach. He took her hips to push her down onto his crotch.

"Please," he begged when she didn't budge. Fuck, she is strong.

She took his hands and weaved her fingers with his. He was surprisingly weak as she shoved his hands down onto the bed beside his head. She leaned over him, her breast dangling down, the little tips of her peaks teasing, taunting him through the see-through shirt.

"Don't," she spoke with a dark voice bringing up his attention to her face, "Ever touch another woman again. You belong to me." She slipped her hips back to slid her wet pussy over his still clothed groin. His whole body jerked at the contact as he moaned and tested her hold on him. She leaned over and licked the hickey that was still healing on his neck.

"I won't," he gasped and thrust his hips against hers wanting more. "I promise." He lifted his hips again but she raised hers to deny him. He whimpered, "Kyoko, please."

She let go of his hands and slid hers down his arms towards his chest. He shuddered in a breath as she ran her hands down his chest, over his nipples while dragging her body down his. He panted as her head hovered his erection and he clenched his hands into fists hoping, praying she would touch him.

Kyoko leaned in and licked across his stomach above the band of his pants. He cried out and his head swam. He felt her pull at his pants, lowering them slightly but not unbuttoning them, no buttons or zippers were being touched. She pulled it down low enough to reveal some of his pubic hair and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Blonde?" He tensed beneath her. "That's interesting." He opened his mouth to say something but she latched her mouth on a sensitive spot just below the pant line by the bend of his leg. She sucked and sucked and he moaned as her hand softly stroked his shaft through his pants. After a few moments, she let go with a loud smack of her lips and smiled.

"Mine," she purred and then leaned in to kiss the tip of his cock making his hips jump to meet her.

"We'll see how far your promise goes after this," she said as she slipped off the bed. He sat up, reaching out to her with desperation in his eyes. "I'll take the shower first to give you some time to take care of things yourself."

"I'm sorry. It was a stupid slip up. I was thinking of you when I saw her. I unconsciously smiled at her. That's all," he explained hoping that she would crawl back into his arms.

"Now you know better," she concluded and stepped back. "Here," she bent down to slide her panties down her legs and handed them to him. "Assistance."

Ren groaned as she sauntered off. He slipped to the floor onto his knees to watch her mostly naked body walk away from him and disappear into the bathroom. He scrambled off the floor as the door clicked closed. Reaching for the knob with one hand, banging on the door with the other, he twisted the knob to find it locked. He was locked out and groaned loudly with frustration. He twisted around to lean his back against the door. He heard the water turn on and his hands rushed to unbuckles his pants. She started to sing, some soft song that he didn't recognize but it was loud enough for him to hear. His hand, the hand that touched her, made her climax twice just moments ago gripped his eager cock and began to pump. It was rough and dry and he groaned as he leaned his head back and thought of her. Her body jerking up and down, the sound of her voice moaning, panting and crying out, the feel of her wet folds under his fingertips, the smell of her arousal filling the room. He pulled the panties up to his face and groaned as he came, semen spilling out uncontrolled over his hand as well as other places.

He slipped to the ground, still half-hard and thumped his head against the bathroom door.

How could she do this to me? How did she control me so easily? Is it because it's been a while? Is it because it was her? She twisted me around her fingers so easily, I didn't even have the will to fight.

Ren laid there for a while, the image of her haunting him. He was not satisfied and his heart longed to be with her. After a few minutes, he forced himself up. She was probably going to finish soon and he didn't want her opening the door with his dick hanging out and cum covered. He found a hand towel and cleaned up everything. Tucking himself back into his pants, he also shoved her panties into his pocket.

When she came out, Ren was lying on her bed. She tipped toed into the room with only a bathrobe on. He sat up making her jump.

"I thought you were asleep."

"As if," he grumbled making her smirk.

"Shower is free," she said obviously as she went to the dresser to get something to sleep in. When she stood up, he had moved up behind her, his arms beside her as he pinned her against the dresser. She turned around and licked her lips as she looked up at him.

"Are you angry?" she asked biting her lip.

He shook his head and leaned forward.

Kyoko leaned back against the dresser hugging her clothes to her chest. "Did you not… you know."

He moved forward as if he was going to kiss her but stopped short and smirked. "Yeah, it didn't help much," he confessed making her blush.

She licked her lips and tilted her chin up, her lips parted eagerly for the kiss. "Is that normal?"

He chuckled. "I don't know. It is for me," he stated and then licked her lip with the tip of his tongue. "I'm still hungry," he growled and lifted her up to sit on the dresser.

Kyoko gasped and braced herself on his shoulders dropping her clothes. His hands moved down to her knees from her hips and her body jerked as he spread her knees apart. Ren stepped up between her thighs and captured her lips. She moaned, her jaw falling slack to let him ravage her mouth. His hands roamed over the terry cloth robe, loosening it. He moved his hands up her back towards her shoulders as he kissed her. His hands grabbed huge fistfuls of the robe and started to pull down. She felt the cloth catch on her shoulders for only a moment and then slip down her arms. She pulled her arms free making her as topless as he was. A shiver rushed through her as his fingers lightly ran up her bare back. Her nipples hardened as they brushed against his skin.

Oh, what am I doing? Things were never supposed to get this far.

He broke the kiss allowing her to breathe and started to kiss down her jaw to her neck. She clawed her nails down his biceps and moaned as he started to suck her skin right over her pulse. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him. He thrust against her but the robe didn't allow her to feel much. Still, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he licked and nibbled down her collarbone. Leaning back for him, her chest heaved and her breasts ached for attention. He was more than happy to oblige making her moan loudly as he pulled her left nipple into his mouth.

"Ren," she whimpered his name and wrapped her arms around his head, sinking her fingers into his thick hair. He licked her breast hard enough to lift it and let it drop and then switched to the other. He swirled the tip of his tongue around the dark areola of her nipple as his hand started to pull away the remaining bit of her robe from her waist. Her hands dropped from their high perch to hold herself up on the dresser. She shivered as his hands found her bare hips. He let her breast go with another lick and pulled back to look at her body with nothing to stand in his way now.

His mouth kissed down her stomach as his hands caressed her now bare hip and stroked down her thighs. He reached her belly button and darted his tongue into the little button making her muscle jerk in surprise. She giggled and then whimpered as he started to suck the soft flesh to the right of it. Her hands scratched his scalp as he marked her again. He let her go, licking the spot before moving down.

Kneeling down, his hands taking her thighs from his waist and helping her adjust for the change in position. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her seat, making it so he could see everything of her deepest core. She moved her hands over herself with a blush.

"What are you doing? She said breathlessly.

"Pleasing my mistress," he stated and kissed her hand. She didn't move it, embarrassment preventing him from seeing her soft delicate center. Instead, he pressed his lips against every knuckle of her hand and then slipped his tongue between her fingers and licked up. Kyoko gasped and almost retracted her hands. He smiled and moved his hands from behind her to grab her under each thigh. He lifted her legs up making her lose her balance and was forced to reveal herself so she didn't bang her head against the wall.

"AH!" She cried out as his mouth licked his newly revealed treasures.

"Bully," she pouted making him chuckle.

"No, but I can be." He grinned and then licked her again forcing the air out her lungs. His touch was soft compared to his fingers before. It almost tickled as he ran the tip of his tongue up and down each of her little crevasses. It wasn't until he crossed his tongue over her clit when she jerked making the dresser bump against the wall. She looked down at his half-hidden face and saw grey eyes smiling up at her. He closed his eyes again and lapped at her, slowly running the flat of his tongue over everything, her lips and clit making her hips twitch at every stroke. He started to focus on that bundle of nerves and she understood how much better this was. It was such a slow soft build. She could feel the heat radiating from her groin, filling up her body like lapping waves of hot water washing over her. Her eyes closed as he circled the tip of his tongue around her spot, grazing it lightly at every down turn.

"Oh god," she moaned and thrust her hips against his mouth. He flicked his tongue up and down softly, slowly making it move back and forth.

"Ah, ah!' she whimpered and her hips started to move with him. Then he left.

"Ah no, don't stop," she cried out as her hips faltered. He didn't leave per say, simply moved away from where she needed him. He moved down to slip his tongue inside of her and again she felt something new. She moaned as he swirled his tongue inside of her. She squirmed because while it felt good, it wasn't what she wanted.

"Ren, please," she whimpered and thrust her hips towards him. He pulled her swollen lips into his mouth and sucked on them softly and then licked up her slit. She bit her lip and wiggled hoping he would go back. He licked her once making her gasp and then slid back down inside of her.

She groaned, "Please."

"Please what?" He asked and kissed her softly, right where she wanted him to.

"Yes, that. Please don't stop there."

He leaned in and licked everywhere around it.

"Ugh, you're so mean," she cried making him laugh.

"Says the girl that left me alone to take care of myself," he countered and kissed her again. This time his lips stayed over her eager nub. He pressed his lips there and then lightly teased it with his tongue. She moaned and widened her thighs trying to get him to go further. Unaware of anything but what he was doing, she felt her butt slip off the edge of the dresser her due to the robe still underneath her.

"I've got you," he stated as he supported her with his arms. He set her back on the edge and she stayed still as he buried his face eagerly between her legs again. This time he did not take things slow and she groaned and stuck her hand into his hair gripping it tightly in her fist.

"More, More," she panted. Ren licked faster, using the flat of his tongue against her in strong short strokes. Kyoko cried out as she came, her body spilling over, her hips jerking against his mouth.

Ren wiped his mouth with the edge of her robe before standing up and take her with him. He carried her back onto the bed, her bed and laid her down. Relaxing on the soft sheets, he withdrew and she instantly missed his warmth. She twisted her head to look at him and blushed as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped. He shoved off his pants at long last and she looked away when he removed his boxers.

"Now you are shy?" He teased.

"I never expected things to go this far," she whispered.

He crawled over her and she refused to look at him. "So you did plan this?"

"I was jealous. I only wanted to tease you a bit," she revealed.

"A bit? That was a lot more than 'a bit', Kyoko," he disputed. "And you have nothing to be jealous of," he whispered and bent down to kiss her shoulder. "There isn't a woman in the world that tempts me more than you do," he whispered and kissed up her shoulder towards her neck.

Kyoko twisted her head towards him blocking his path. "What?" she asked astounded.

"Do you really think I would do all this to you if I wasn't insanely attracted to you?" He let his legs relax on the bed, slipping down so that his stomach was resting against her center but he could still lean up and kiss her, talk to her.

Another blush. "I don't know. Yes?"

He sighed. "What have I ever done to make you think I'd be okay with making love to someone I don't care about?" Since he couldn't have her neck, he started to kiss his way down her chest. Which was fine by him.

She gulped. "Um, You… you were always flirting with me and I didn't think…" He kissed the first hickey had given her and continued further.

"That I liked you?" He finished.

She nodded as he reached her dark hardened tip. He kissed all around it as she squirmed beneath him. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and suckled softly. She pressed her lips together trying not to make as sound as he kissed her. He let her go with a little lick.

"I didn't want to scare you with my feelings," he confessed, his lips tickling her nipple as he spoke. He looked up at her, "I've wanted to be more than a friend with you for a long time."

Kyoko sobbed and covered her face with her hands. He slid up to look at her face in concern. "Kyoko?"

"I love you," she shouted as she threw her arms around his neck.

He chuckled. "I love you too."

Kyoko tilted her head back and kissed him. Opening her lips and licking his, he moaned as her tongue slipped between his lips. Their kiss became heated almost instantly, his hands running down the length of her naked body. Her free leg snaked around his hips. He ran his hand down to her hip and she could feel the tip of his arousal slip against the inside of her thigh. She whimpered as he moved his hips up and she could feel the length of him slide against her. She shifted her hips to help, getting him closer and causing him to moan softly as she spread the wetness of her excitement against the hardness of his. He pushed her back down and pulled her knees up around his waist. His hips took over, thrusting, over and over again against her with his eyes closed and his breathing rushing in and out of his mouth. He slowed down and looked into her eyes.

"Kyoko, Please, tell me you want this?" he asked as he shifted his hips to prob her entrance. "Please say Yes. Tell me you want this as much as I do."

"I do," she whispered and bit her lip. He sighed as he held her hips and moved his allowing the head of him to slip over her clit and back down. He repeated this action, again and again, building her up and then reached down to hold himself.

"But um, I'm not on birth control," she said softly almost sounding guilty and he looked up at her in horror.

"What? Shit." He cursed in English and pulled away. "Shit! Fuck! Shit!"

"I'm sorry! I really didn't think we would be doing this," she explained.

He shook his head. "I didn't either. I haven't had sex in 6 years. I don't carry around condoms. Fucking hell," he cursed. His eyes jerked around wildly thinking. He looked around the room until he finally focused on something. "Okay come here," he grabbed her hand as he crawled off the bed. He pulled her over to his bed, no reason why, and sat down at the head of the bed.

"Straddle me," he commanded and she nervously did as she was told. He slouched down so that his erection wasn't straining straight up and then grabbed her hips to sit on top of it. He closed his eyes at the feel of her hot wet core pressing against him.

"Move with me," he mumbled and he pulled her hips making her rock against him and then pushed her back. "Just ground yourself against me as fast and hard as you can."

"Now?"

He nodded, "Yes."

She thrust her hips forward feeling the hard length of him slide against her folds, rubbing against her and then immediately pushed back and repeated. She did this until she found a rhythm. Breath rushed out of his mouth and she looked up at him. He was watching her, eyes open taking in every little detail of her moving above him. But he looked like he was in pain, lips pressed together in a hard line and his brow furrowed with deep grooves.

"Is this hurting you?" she said slowing down, wondering if she should be gentler.

"No," he growled. "Don't stop. Keep going," he told her as his hands urged her forwards. She leaned back and rocked her hips, sliding up and down his length. His hands left her hips and started to slide up her body, she faltered for a moment but sighed as he touched her breast. His hot hands sliding over momentarily and slid back down to her hips and then down her thighs. She didn't understand how after so many times but she could feel her body start to respond. His touches, the heavy breathing and soft groans from his lips and the firm flesh rubbing against her made her body start to tighten again. She felt that warmth and tingling sensation at her clit. She bent forward, her hands landing on his pecs and rotated her hips around instead of back and forth. She found the head of his shaft and focused it on that little spot. Suddenly his hands squeezed her hips bruising her.

"I'm coming," he told her and she didn't understand why until he thrust against her groaning and something warm and thick spilled between them. She stilled her hips as she looked down at the mess, while Ren leaned back trying to catch his breath. She tentatively reached down and touched his semen with her fingertip. It was slimy and cooling fast. Kyoko rubbed it between her fingers curiously and then licked it off. Her nose scrunched up in disgust making him laugh.

"It's an acquired taste," he said with an easy smile.

"Do I taste like that?"

"No, they taste differently," he told her as he reached over and grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table and cleaned them up. Once he tossed the used tissues to the side, he leaned up and loosely hugged her. "I like the way you taste. Besides, you kissed me after I ate you out. You didn't taste it?"

She blushed and shook her head. He smiled and gave her a peck on her lips. She licked her lips and he chuckled.

"I think it's gone now. You didn't finish, you want me to finish you off again," he offered and kissed her jaw.

"I'm okay, and you probably don't want to taste yourself if you did that."

"It doesn't bother me," he said and hugged her closer to him allowing him to kiss and nibble down her neck. "I'll lick you clean after coming inside of you if you'd let me. Especially, if it means I can be inside of you again after."

A shudder ran through her as his teeth lightly ran down the side of her neck. "How can you say things like that so casually?"

"I like the way it sounds. I like thinking about it, imagining it. Do you like it?" he whispered and ran his lips up her neck to her ear. "Telling you all of the things I want to do to you. Describing all the ways I want to touch you, all the places I want to kiss and lick you, how badly I want to bury my cock inside of you." He growled making her whimper.

"You haven't even felt me inside you and I know your little pussy is quivering for me." He ran his hand down to her butt, his fingers tickling the crack between her cheeks as he moved down. "I want to feel you around me so badly. The hot wet walls of your body throbbing around me as I make your body scream for more." He touched her, his fingers easily sliding inside of her and she cried out.

"I want to be inside of you so badly," he groaned as she pressed her hips down on his hand. "Do you think room service will send up a box of condoms?"

"Don't you dare!" Kyoko said alarmed pulling back. Ren wrapped his left arm around her waist and forced his fingers inside of her making her jump and gasp for air. He kept thrusting inside of her, not deep enough as before but enough to hit her spot and make her feel good.

"You're so beautiful. Your face flushed, soft lips parted swollen, red and wet. I love the way your breasts bounce every time I thrust my fingers inside of you. Your hard, little nipples teasing me as they dance for me. You feel so soft and warm and wet. Every time I touch you, you open yourself to me so quickly. I love how your body responds to me, every breath, every little sound. I love it all. I love you, Kyoko."

Her hips started to move on their own, forcing his fingers inside of her, wanting more and more. He tightened his hold on her and adjusted his arm that was curled around her trying to stay inside of her so she could come. She started to slow down as he adjusted again.

"No, don't stop. Keep going, I'm okay. Come. Let me see you come again, my love," he coaxed. He flattened his hand and his two fingers slipped in easier. Kyoko rocked her hips back and felt his hands slide deep inside of her and felt a pinch of pain.

"Ah!" she yelped and stilled.

"What? What's wrong?"

The pain quickly receded and she moved her hips- testing. She shook her head and continued. Ren leaned in and kissed her jaw, opened his mouth and bit her gently. He moved his fingers readjusting and she shivered as a wave of pleasure rushed through her. He nibbled down her neck as she moved against his hand. He shuddered as she increased his tempo and realized that he was getting hard again. She could feel his member sliding up against her like before.

"Hold on," he stated and held her tightly against him, strengthening his hold around her waist and his hand slipped out of her to hold her under her butt. He got to his knees and then sat back on his feet. He lifted her up against him so that she had her legs wrapped around his waist and his growing arousal firmly pressed against her clit. He kissed her as he adjusted them, his tongue-twisting with her own. Soon his hands returned inside of her rubbing gently and then he rotated his hips up against her making his hardened flesh slide over her clit.

All of the air rushed out of her as he moved both his hips and his fingers. She grabbed on to his shoulders, her nails digging into the thick muscle corded there and ground her hips against him. Eyes closed, head back, constant moans escaped her lips.

"Good," he breathed, "so good. Keep moving."

He quickened his pace and cried out as her body peaked in her climax. He removed his hand but rubbed against her a moment longer before his own release. Her head fell on his shoulder and he relaxed in his seated position. Both panting, they held each other until they calmed down enough to move. Ren hugged her making her smile and nuzzle her cheek against his shoulder.

A moment later, Kyoko felt him tense up.

"Kyoko," he called out her, his voice slightly panicked. Frowning, she lifted her head back and saw that he was looking at his hand. She looked over and saw his fingers were bloodstained. Her eyes widened and she shifted back to look down at herself. Sure enough, there was blood covering both of their groins and thighs.

"I'm sorry. I mean I wanted to, but I didn't think it would happen like that. I should have stopped when you did. Are you hurting? Maybe…"

Kyoko hushed him with a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm fine," she reassured him. "Embarrassed but it doesn't hurt. I actually came, remember?"

A timid smile graced his lips but he looked guilty. He kissed her softly, lovingly and then leaned his forehead on hers and whispered, "Thank you."

"For what?"

He lifted his head and that earth-shattering heavenly smile lit up his face. "For you. Your smile, your heart, your body, you. I never thought you'd return my love, let alone let me touch you."

Kyoko laughed. "I'm dreaming. This is all one huge dream, right? Any moment now I'm going to wake up in my bed at home and you are going to go back to being my senpai." She pulled her head back because her eyes were started to tear up and she didn't want to cry. "Because there is no way that you are in love with me. There is no way you... Ow!"

Her hand flew to her neck. He bit her, not a love bite, an actual bite.

"Still dreaming?" He joked making her scowl. "Now do me, because this has been one of my dreams too."

She laughed and tears did fall. "I love you," she whispered as she hugged him.

"Marry me," he whispered making her jump back.

He blushed. "Too soon?"

"Ah, um… yes… no… um… I can't," she said and his expression softened to one of understanding but slightly disappointed.

"It's not that I don't want to, but yes it does seem a little early. I mean we just… and now you… I mean we've known each other for a year but…" she shook her head. "I still need my mother's consent and I haven't spoken to her in years. I don't think she would agree to it."

"I'm sorry. You're right. My head is in my chest at the moment. Let's date until you can get married, then I'll try again. Okay?"

She blushed and dropped her head on his chest. "How can you sound so sure! You have no idea what is going to happen to us. What if you meet someone else?"

"I won't." He nuzzled her hair.

"…or if we get into a fight…"

"We'll make up." He kissed her head and reached for her chin with his clean hand.

She lifted her face up at him, licking her lips and mumbled, "…or you.. um… get tired of me?"

"That's not possible," he told her. "You are the most exciting person I've ever meet. You are the one to show me how much fun it is to act. You are also the only one to ever make me lose myself and forget that I should be acting."

She gave him a funny look.

"I am completely serious. You make me forget myself, and all I want to do is touch you, kiss you." He did both as he said it making her flush. "I'm not sure I'd do a good job if I acted as your counterpart."

She snorted. "You'd never let your emotions ruin your act."

"They already have," he told her. "The only reason why the Heel siblings are incestuous is that I couldn't control myself around you."

She laughed. "I guess I'm guilty of that too. I was the one who kept walking in on you showering."

"Oh God," he laughed. "That drove me crazy. I couldn't believe that you were so calm about it. You are the only person to have ever made me feel less than a man because of that. Seeing me there naked did absolutely nothing to you, not a blush or anything!"

She shook her head, "No! I was a complete wreck each time! The first time I did it I got out of there as soon as I was able and fell to the floor screaming as quietly as I could. I was even beating myself over not looking at all of you."

"Wait," he blinked confused. "You never looked? Like at anything?"

Again, she shook her head no. "I saw more undressing you that night than in the shower," she confessed making him laugh out loud. He finished with a huge smile.

"Speaking of showers," she said feeling rather uncomfortable with their mess.

He smirked down at her, that same nefarious little smirk he gave her the first time, "Do you want to join me?"

She gave him her own little sexy smirk, "Yes, this time I do."

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A/N: Apparently I can't do a smut without some sort of fluffy confession. Sigh. I need to work on that. Thank you for reading! And the review if you leave one.