A/N: Hello everybody! It's been a while, but I promise you that I'm still alive! It's been like, five years since I updated this fic, but better late than never :3 I apologize for the wait and I hope that you enjoy my continuation. Just as a heads up, there may be one or two more chapters forthcoming, probably one, to finish up Encounter, so stay tuned! Don't forget to let me know what you think in the review section. Enjoy!

Part Seven: Not a Cold Shower

"Get your fingers out of me!" Watanuki grumped, pulling Doumeki's hands away from her crotch. His octopus arms snaked around her again despite her wriggling, wrapping around her chest and down back between her legs as he kissed her neck. His chest and hips pressed fully into her back, locking her against him as his fingers wiggled inside her again. "I said get out!" Watanuki hissed, her hand gripping his wrist.

"But I like touching you," came the unconcerned reply.

"That doesn't mean you can keep doing it! There's a person attached to it, you know!" As she spoke, Doumeki's other hand came up to massage her left breast, his arm crossing her body to do it. Watanuki hissed, her body still too sensitive to stand the assault of her lover's hands for very long. "That goes for breasts too!" The girl snapped, her hand wiggling behind her back while still under the archer's hold, reaching for Doumeki's only know weak spot: his dick. She grabbed it and squeezed, probably a bit harder than necessary. Doumeki's crotch was suddenly on fire, and not the good kind fire that Watanuki had been supplying since yesterday.

"Ow," he groaned, his grip loosening just enough for Watanuki to scramble out of his arms, and leap to her feet. Hands suddenly empty, Doumeki replaced them over his crotch to put pressure on his pain, glaring up at his lover – even if his glare was just the slightest movement of his eyebrows lowering over his eyes.

"Don't give me that look!" Watanuki huffed, covering her crotch with one arm and her breasts with the other. It was a little embarrassing to think about, but she could feel some of his cum start leaking out of her now that she was standing. "I told you to stop!" Doumeki gave her a look that asked "but don't you like it?" and to that the girl huffed again. "Of course I like it! But there are other things that we need to take care of right now!"

"Like what?" The archer asked, pushing himself into a sitting position, hands still on his aching groin.

"Food for one." She replied. Doumeki's stomach growled as if sensing the mention of food. The raven stared at him with a raised eyebrow, her point made. And then her stomach growled too, signaling that she was just as hungry. The girl blushed, embarrassed to be outed as well. It was almost eleven and they'd done nothing but have sex all morning, even forgoing the breakfast that Doumeki had wanted after the first round! She was ravenously hungry but there was an even more pressing issue at hand. "I'm hungry and I'm not making food until I've showered. I'm disgusting! And I have to wash the blankets and freshen up the futon because they're disgusting too! Do you realize how many times we've done it since yesterday?!" Doumeki thought about it for a second, standing up and starting to reach for his lover's waist.

He replied, in his usual monotone voice. "A lot."

"That's an understatement!" The raven smacked his hands away and started stomping towards the bathroom. "You can shower after me. And find some clean clothes for us both; I know you've left some here before. If not, you can borrow one of my father's old yukata."

"So bossy. Not very Omega like," Doumeki commented, watching the naked girl wobble unsteadily on her feet to try and walk with as little soreness as possible. It was funny, so he smiled a little.

"Just because you're the Alpha doesn't mean I'm going to change anything about me." She muttered, snatching up a fresh towel. "And if you would please," The raven added, her words dripping with sarcasm, "Take off the futon cover so I can wash it."

"You have a futon cover?" Doumeki asked, looking down at the bed.

"What do you think we've been having sex on all this time?" She rolled her eyes, watching as a naked Doumeki finally took a moment to look around for the first time since he'd come inside her apartment. In his defense, sex was very distracting, and Watanuki's heat was even more so. He got down onto his hands and knees to pull at the blanket and futon cover, giving Watanuki the perfect view of his butt and just seeing him so distracted and open with her made the girl blush, heat starting to stir in her belly. She squashed that down as quick as lightening, not wanting to contradict herself and start another round without cleaning up first. The seer slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, throwing her last words through the crack in the door before it shut. "Just take it off and throw it in a pile. I'll wash it and our clothes when I get out."

And then she was alone, alone for the first time in hours and her body finally vacant of Doumeki's dick. Not that she didn't like it, but she just wanted to take a break while her own body was calm, which didn't happen often. Maybe it was the fact that she and Doumeki hadn't been separated since her heat started, making her lose her mind every time he touched her, maybe it was that her body sensed an Alpha nearby so it didn't let her take a break because he was so close, or maybe it was just her body's chemistry all on its own. It's probably a combination of all three, the girl concluded, grabbing a brush to untangle her hair. It was a huge mess, all knotted and twisted after having her mate's fingers in it constantly, gripping her scalp, pulling on her hair and making the most satisfied noises in her ear…

No! Stop thinking about that! You're on a break! Watanuki furiously brushed her hair, the pain making tears prick at her eyes. Better than getting aroused by the thought of Doumeki tugging on my hair. That jerk's ruined me!

Watanuki huffed as she turned on the water, rinsing herself once before sitting on her washing stool and lathering her body. She took extra care to wash between her legs, scrubbing away her and Doumeki's mess, rubbing his semen and her slick. Even just washing was stimulating to her crotch, probably an after effect of having Doumeki rub her so much. In order to keep herself from getting aroused again, she quickly finished cleaning herself and washed her hair out. Rinsing off again, she stepped into the spray, feeling the heat soak into her bones as the water ran down her body. She sighed, feeling clean for the first time in what seemed like days. Sex might be all fun and games, but the clean up could be a pain. Even after her washing herself off, Watanuki felt like Doumeki's cum was still running down her legs – probably because it had for so much of the evening and morning. Her hands kept running over her body, scrubbing the water into her skin, trying to rid herself of the feeling that he was still inside her, trying to keep herself from getting aroused all by her big girl self after she'd basically told the archer to mind his own business until she was done washing and cooking and doing other important household things.

However, her quiet Watanuki-Time was interrupted when the door to the bathroom opened, sending a breeze of cool air through the room.

"Doumeki…" She growled, knowing exactly who it was. "I'm not done yet." She started to throw her hands around her body to cover her breasts and crotch, but then remembered that Doumeki had seen everything many times at this point, so her modesty and embarrassment were silly. She kept standing under the spray though, reluctant to leave the warm shower so soon.

"Doesn't matter," he said, as he sat down on the girl's bathroom stool to wash himself in record time. He was trying to get decently clean before Watanuki got out of the shower and he made it by the skin of his teeth, leaping into the shower as his mate tried to get out – reluctantly giving up her spot in the shower so he could have it. Doumeki grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back into the spray before she could though. "I'm coming in."

"Doumeki!" Watanuki gasped, nearly slipping and falling into the tub. The brunet had her waist though, holding her up as she tipped back. Here she was, naked and they weren't doing it. This was something different she hadn't encountered before and it had her blushing even though he'd already seen (and licked and kissed and touched) everything. "Let me out, I'm done showering now!"

"Calm down." Doumeki replied, tightening his hold on her as she struggled to get out. "There's nothing wrong with taking a bath together – we are lovers after all. Relax." He coaxed her to calm down, pulling the girl the rest of the way into his arms. He placed his lips over hers, silencing any other protests and stepping under the spray.

"Quit being such a controlling bastard!" Watanuki hissed when he pulled away. "I came in here to take a break, not to keep going."

"I came in to shower." Doumeki said back. "So what's wrong with kissing?" He asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

"I've figured out how you work! It's never just a kiss," she countered, placing her hands on his shoulders and gripping his muscles. "Because then you keep going and I end up on the floor covered in your cum!"

"But you like it," Doumeki shot back, running his hands down her spine to cup her butt, one cheek for each hand.

"Like I said, it doesn't stop with kissing!" Her hands flew to her sides to grab his wrists and pry his hands off of her, but the archer squeezed her ass tighter and she hissed as his nails dug into her. "Why you…let go of me!"

"Nope." His mouth latched onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder, nibbling gently. "You've made me hungry again. Seeing you soaked and naked in all this steam…its…alluring." He nuzzled the column of her throat, pulling Watanuki's hips into his forming erection, the head of it rubbing against her stomach.

"Shi-shi…zuka!" Watanuki recoiled from his hard flesh, not expecting him to be ready to go so soon. But, his arms were still around her, locking her against his body. Water rolled over his shoulders and head and Watanuki watched as she saw what he was seeing on her. Rivulets of water were running down his skin, making his hard muscles glisten with moisture, the steam softening every line of his body – his shoulders, his neck, his chest, his jaw. Watanuki arched back, trying to see his face more clearly as he let go of her neck, bringing his head up to look down at her as well. "You planned this, didn't you?" She whispered, her voice breaking as tingles ran down her neck where he'd been kissing.

He murmured softly, the smallest smug smile on his face. "Maybe."

"Totally did." She frowned at him. "Asshole."

"Just let me kiss you…" He whispered, pulling back to look her in the eyes, the spray of the shower almost drowning out his voice. "I'm hungry…let me eat you."

"Oh…" She whispered back, eyes wide and staring into the swirling desire of his eyes. It was unbelievable, how much one person wanted her, wanted to touch her and worship her with his hands, his mouth, and his body. She'd never see anything like it. Her mouth was moving before she'd even thought about what she was saying. "Okay." Doumeki leaned down again, his mouth ghosting across her collarbone, and then the other, brushing over her shoulders, like little butterflies dancing all over her skin. His lips traveled her chest, latching onto her breasts, her nipples, suckling lightly, nipping a little before they went to her stomach, his hands following down her hips, caressing her thighs. He kissed her hip bones, her navel and trailed down to her core, her hot core that was beginning to drip again. So much for not getting aroused, she muttered to herself. Her mate knelt in front of her, his knees sliding on the wet tub surface, kissing the curls that covered her most intimate area. His left arm came up, grabbing underneath Watanuki's right leg and placing it on his shoulder, opening up her heat, her scent permeating the shower.

"Shizuka…" She gasped, one hand flying to his shoulder and the other to the wall. He didn't start kissing her heat right away like she thought he would, but instead pressed his cheek against her thigh, his tongue flicking out to lick and rub circles into her skin, so unbearably close to where she wanted him to be, but not close enough. "Shizuka…" she whined his name this time, feeling tingles of pleasure spark in between her legs, her hips moving unconsciously to get his mouth closer to her heat. He didn't move and just kept licking and nipping at her thigh, watching his lover out of the corner of his eye – watching her bite her lip in frustration but hold back her desires in an attempt to not give into him so easily. It was cute, no matter how many times he saw it. Doumeki kissed her skin with an open mouth, lightly sucking and licking, listening to the raven bite back her moans, only the smallest of noises escaping her swollen lips. And when her eyes closed, head tipping back as she began to give into the pleasure, he sucked on her thigh hard, drawing out a surprised gasp as he left a purpling mark on her skin.

"Shizuka!" Watanuki hissed, her head snapping down to glare at him. She used the hand on his head to smack him, clearly displeased with his actions. "Why'd you do that?!"

"I thought it was time you had one," he replied casually.

"Great, now it's going to be there for days!" The raven complained, looking at the love bite he'd left on her leg.

"No one's going to see this one," he murmured against her skin, licking at his mark and debating whether or not to make another on her and if the smack he was going to get for it would be worth it. And then the archer remembered the trouble from yesterday and the bastards who'd tried to take advantage of Watanuki while she was vulnerable in this state. His blood started to boil, just thinking about them laying their hands on his mate, seeing her like this, forcing themselves on her. "And if anyone does…I'll make them wish they were never born."

"Shizuka…what…?" Watanuki started to say, sensing a change in her mate's mood. The raven shut up when she saw just how worked up he was. She saw the tension in his shoulders, the glare in his eyes that would've been terrifying if it had been directed at her. The girl's back stiffened at seeing Doumeki like this, his expression bordering on murderous (for him, anyway) his eyes narrowed and burning, his mouth set in an almost indiscernible scowl, his grip rigid and unbreakable on her knee and hip. Watanuki realized that she was seeing Doumeki fall into a possessive sort protectiveness, one that Alphas were known for when their mates were threatened (she had read the health textbook material, despite what Doumeki thought, thank you very much). I can't believe that just the thought of someone seeing my thighs would anger him so much...but I'm not too surprised, the seer thought, pondering how to proceed with her riled up boyfriend. It is Doumeki after all, and he's been nothing but protective of me – annoyingly so sometimes.

"Shizuka…no one's going to see it," she said softly, running her hands through his hair before cupping his jaw and tilting his head up to look at her face. The glare was still scary, but it wasn't meant for her. It was meant to protect her, like when he'd protected her yesterday from their classmates (or at least that's what she thought happened). There was nothing to worry about. Doumeki glared up at her for a moment, feeling a calm settle over him as his mate held his head in her hands, and reassured him that she'd never let anyone see his mark, or any intimate part of her. The glare disappeared as Doumeki saw that he was looking up at Watanuki, the girl's smile reassuring him that everything was fine at that moment. Well…mostly fine. He still had a few things he wanted to do to her. To break the rest of the fading tension, the girl made a joke, giggling once. "Well, Yuko might, if she makes me do something embarrassing."

"That's okay."

"You're okay with my boss seeing me naked!?" Watanuki gaped at him.

"I'll probably be there when it happens, so it doesn't matter." Doumeki shrugged, the motion bringing his attention back to the leg on his shoulder…and the heat so close to his face.

"You're such a perver-ah!" The girl's insult was cut off as the brunet's lips pressed against her heat suddenly, bringing both of them back to their original intentions.

He was kissing her crotch fervently, suckling her folds, his tongue licking her folds and dipping into her. The girl gaped and gasped, her hips pressing against his mouth, her dangling foot curling in pleasure. She cried out, pushing against him, writhing under his tongue that probably knew her by heart now. Her hand moved back up onto on his head, fingers tangling into his hair and helping her balance as she was assaulted. His tongue licked and his lips sucked, his teeth rolled her clit around in his mouth every once in a while, driving her mad and had her bucking into his mouth. It was almost maddening how quickly she started dripping and how much of her slick was being produced in just a few minutes of touching. She'd really lost it to be this undone so quickly would be almost insulting if it had been anyone but Doumeki. Around him, she just couldn't fight her desires long enough to get control of herself. And besides, the way his tongue poked into her, rubbed her sweet spot, the way his fingers lightly spread her, his thumbs pulling her apart so he could delve deeper with his mouth…who wouldn't want that? Watanuki leaned back against the shower wall, bracing herself as her knee trembled, trying to hold up her weight while her other leg was thrown over the archer's shoulder. But she was going to fall if this kept up much longer.

"I'm going to…ah…fall…" She managed to squeak out, but he was moving, even as she spoke.

Doumeki stood up suddenly, dropping the raven's leg and grabbing her shoulders. Watanuki yelped as he flipped her around suddenly, his hand going to her waist to steady her, her own hands slapping onto the wall again. He was covering her back, and Watanuki had quickly learned over the course of her heat that his was his favorite position. Water rained down on them as Doumeki came up behind Watanuki, his hands coming up to grip her chest before roaming down her sides to her hips. He skated his fingers down and to the front, reaching in between her thighs and pushing them apart. "Wider, please," he whispered, licking the shell of her ear. His left hand came up again, roaming across her chest and latching onto her right nipple while his other hand dove into her folds, finding her core and slipping inside. Watanuki moaned and bit her lip, arching her back as pleasure ran up her spine. How does he keep doing this to me!? How can he have the endurance to do so many rounds when I'm the one that's supposed to be insatiable in heat? Where does all this lust come from?

"Shi-shizuka..!" Watanuki breathily panted as his fingers pushed inside of her again. "Where does-ah! Ah! All this stamina…oh! Come…from? Hng!" She finally got out her question as his fingers rolled her nipple and scratched at her inner walls, assaulting her from two different spots, her knees shifting from trembling to quaking. She couldn't take this teasing much longer

"Well...I've wanted you for a long time," he whispered in her ear again, pausing to take time to kiss her neck as well. "And now I have you…I'm going to take my fill…"

"You make me sound…l-l-like a plaything…ah!" The raven's breath hitched in time with Doumeki's fingers, her muscles clenching around him as he pushed as far inside her as he could and held them in there.

"You're more than that…but I do like to play with you." He replied, not moving his fingers, as if to prove his point. And he let Watanuki do the proving for him. The lack of motion irritated the girl and she started thrusting against them wantonly when he didn't move. The loss of friction frustrated her to no end. She didn't even care that she was proving his point and Doumeki didn't have to do any of the work, he just let her have her way. He watched her back straining to move her hips and watched her hips push back and forth, each backward pull brushing against his cock. She was playing with him too, even if she didn't realize it, the light brushes against his erection not nearly enough to satisfy him.

"You're mine." His voice rumbled in her ear over the sound of water, sending shivers up Watanuki's spine as his breath puffed against her neck in the heat. "You're mine and only mine," he repeated. "Aren't you?"

"Y-yes!" The raven panted as he molded his torso onto her back, pressing down on her, covering her completely. "And…you're mine!" She gasped, her arm shooting back to grab his hair and yank his head forward. Her lips crashed onto his face, latching halfway onto his mouth and jaw, nibbling his skin wherever she could touch. "Right?" She whispered back seductively. "Everything is half-half, remember?"

"Yes…I remember." Doumeki growled in appreciation, loving the way his Omega asserted herself. He turned his head to capture her lips, messily digging his tongue into her cavern, coaxing her tongue to play with him as they ground against each other in the shower. Soon, she was ready for him again, her insides weeping with slick, her breaths desperate, and her moans pleading for him to take her. The archer grabbed his cock and lined up with Watanuki's entrance, his tip teasing her as it sank in just an inch, and then two…

"Doumeki…I can't…take…it!" Watanuki gasped as her lover pushed into her again, so soon after the last time (last three times, if she was really being honest). His length penetrated her, pulling her apart, abusing her already thoroughly abused sex. Watanuki cringed, feeling achy, but she was still moaning and pushing herself back onto him nonetheless. It felt so good and so bad in the most pleasurable way possible.

"Please, try," he breathed, sheathing himself deeply inside of her. He let out a sigh of relief once he was all the way inside of her. Doumeki blinked owlishly, trying to get his bearings again after having obtained what he wanted, and looked at his lover's trembling body beneath him. Watanuki's face was tense, her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed and her mouth open and panting as she adjusted to his size once again. Her body was tight, like a bowstring pulled to its limit – her shoulders and knees shaking softly, her hands fisting as they pushed into the wall. She needs to relax, he thought to himself, but in all honesty, he was proud of the fact that he could get her riled up without her shouting and trying to shatter his eardrums with her voice alone. It was a nice change to her normal moods.

"Don't worry. I've got you," he cooed, starting to move inside her, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, his body resting on hers lightly as he embraced his lover.

"Why would I be…worried?" She huffed back at him, gritting her teeth as Doumeki rubbed her perfectly, his slow speed making each movement even more frustrating. Faster! She wanted it faster and harder, even if her knees were quaking!

"You're trembling."

"Just because I'm trembling – which I'm not! – doesn't mean that I'm worried." The raven scored at him stubbornly. "But…you'd better not let me fall," she added as an afterthought, her blush creeping across her ears now.

"Never." He kissed her neck and licked up the column of her throat, earning him a choked gasp. He smiled softly against her skin, continuing to make her fall apart as he thrust into her, keeping the pace slow and steady, relishing in the raven's warmth and tightness. This continued for a few more quiet moments, the pair of them just feeling each other before Watanuki couldn't stand the raging heat that had been coiling in her stomach and lower body.

"So…if you're not going to let me fall…then I guess you can go faster…" Watanuki blushed deeper, still embarrassed that she was letting this happen to her again after being so adamant about taking a break. But Doumeki always got what Doumeki wanted – whether it came to getting Watanuki to trust him, getting her to make him food or forcing her to accept his help – and now her body could be added to the list because despite her stubborn streak. And she wanted him…bad.

"As you wish." His soft embrace ended as he pulled away, his hands repositioning to her hips to steady both of them. With one fast thrust, he had Watanuki gasping his name wantonly, and it kept spilling out of her mouth as he started moving faster, his cock sawing back and forth inside her body. Each thrust was harder, forcing itself inside Watanuki recklessly, her own body meeting his almost without restraint at this point, even if she still prickled uncomfortably at being in the submissive spot. But with Shizuka taking her like this, it almost didn't matter. Almost. It still mattered.

"I hate it…this way…but you like it from behind best…don't you?" The seer squeezed her eyes shut, as Doumeki slammed into her, her butt slapping against his hips with each thrust.

"Yes." He replied. "That way I can keep an eye on your back."

"Are you sure it's not just Alpha preference?" She managed to speak a full sentence without hitching or moaning, which was quite an accomplishment considering the circumstances she was in. "You know…like – ah – having your Omega under your thumb…or something like…that…"

"Not like that moron." Doumeki rolled his eyes. "The Alpha thing is part of it, but I've always had your back. Right from the beginning." He paused for a second and Watanuki blushed deeper (if that was even possible), nodding in agreement that he'd always had her back, whether she liked it or not. And then his hands came down to her butt, slapping so hard that the raven was certain there were going to be marks into her skin. Watanuki cried out, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure she was feeling.

"Doumeki!" She growled, disliking the stinging he'd caused.

"And now I have your butt too."

"Way to ruin the moment." She snapped sarcastically.

"Will this make it better?" The archer pressed into her again, undulating his hips slowly and drawing her attention back down to their connected bodies. Watanuki's breath hitched, her core hot at being stroked by his cock, she arched again, biting her lips to hold in a moan. "What was that?" Doumeki asked, teasing (and the only way Watanuki knew he was teasing – since his voice sounded almost as monotone as ever – was that small smile on his face she was when she turned her head to glare at him). "Did you say something?"

"No. I didn't."

"I swear I heard something."

"No you didn't-ah!" He gave her a rough thrust right in the middle of her sentence, hearing her cry out in surprise was becoming his favorite sound.

"There it is," the archer teased again, his smiling getting a little wider as he continued his languid pace. Watanuki could hardly control herself, now that he'd broken through her irritation, his smooth words and accompanying actions making her lose her mind for the millionth time.

The raven hissed, upset that he'd got her again. "You're an bastard."

"What did you call me?" Doumeki stopped moving, starting to become a little peeved at her attitude towards him. It was a little frustrating sometimes, loving someone who could be so sexy and so irritating at the same time. She just couldn't enjoy the moment without picking a fight with him.

"I called you a bastard – a teasing bastard." Watanuki repeated it twice to get her point acros, feeling a slight shift in her mate's mood (and also feeling him stop trusting into her again, which was incredibly annoying now that she was desperate for him).

"You just need to learn to enjoy the teasing," he countered. "Even when we're not having sex."

"You know I can't. You and Yuko are both irritating when you tease me." Watanuki huffed, her brain focused on the lack of movement down at her hips. "And there's something else that irritating right now." She started.

"Which is?"

"You'd better get going or I'm going to get out of the bath and you're going to have to play with yourself." She raised her eyebrows and smirking teasingly as she threatened him.

"What makes you think I'm letting you get out?" Doumeki asked seriously, thrusting up into his mate again at a faster pace, pressing his torso against her firmly so she couldn't escape, even if she wanted too.

"Who can't take a tease now?" Watanuki gasped out, pushing back onto her lover's cock as much as she was able to in her position. The man didn't reply. He was rubbing her perfectly now, his length pushing deep inside of her and it felt wonderful even if her muscles were tired and sore. She pressed her head against the shower wall, breathing heavily as Doumeki's hand came up to cover one of hers, the other wrapping itself underneath her small breasts, holding her steady. She could feel her orgasm start to creep up on her, her sensitive body too worn out to make her pleasure last forever. Her insides were hot and pulsing as she opened herself up a little further for Doumeki, wanting to reach her climax when the unexpected happened.

Doumeki pulled out of her, right when she was so close and the girl cried out at the loss, instantly wanting him back inside her. She probably shouted it too, but in the haze of her lust filled brain, she couldn't remember. But the archer didn't immediately shove back into her like she wanted, but instead but took a moment to flip her around again, forcing her spine against the wall, pulling her legs up onto his waist before thrusting back into her again, harder than before.

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" She cried, getting what she wanted, throwing her arms around his neck, her heels hooking together behind his back. "Why…did-ah! You…change-oh! Oh! Ooooohhh!" Watanuki moaned.

"It'll be easier to carry you this way when I knot." Doumeki replied curtly, pushing her ass closer to his hip so he could press against her clit with his groin more effectively.

"Again? Aren't you tired? Ah!" Watanuki gasped out, completely overwhelmed by desire. She squeezed her eyes shut, her nails digging into his skin.

"I'm never tired of you," he replied with a kiss, sloppily tracing her lips with his tongue. "I'm going to knot inside you until you go out of heat, that way…you won't want anyone else but me."

"That's a little…oh! Possessive…don't you think?" Watanuki asked pointedly in-between his thrusts.

"Of course. Once an Alpha has what he wants, he never gives it up," the archer replied.

"Cut it out with the Alpha shit," Watanuki spat, her eyes narrowing.

"Fine. Once I have what I want, I never give it up," he rephrased, punctuating his words by shoving himself into the girl harder. Watanuki moaned under his ferocity, sensing his possessiveness in the way his hands gripped her, in the way his eyes roved over her body as he pumped his length in and out of her heat. The thought that he wanted her and loved her this much was strikingly humbling, so much so, that the raven didn't have a retort or even an answer to throw back at him. And he didn't have anything else to say either, so they were just left with their bodies pressing together, their breath mingling in the steam of the shower, and the rising pleasure that was threatening to undo both of them. It wasn't much longer, maybe a few minutes, before Doumeki spoke again, the end of their frantic thrusting near its end.

"Come…" he groaned, feeling his orgasm start, heat coiling in his balls, Watanuki's tight heat too much for him to hold out much longer. "Cum for me…quickly…or I'm…gonna-"

"Don't…ah! Tell me what…to do!" Watanuki's response was interrupted by her gasps, but her body couldn't deny him what he wanted any longer. She came hard, her walls clamping down on Doumeki's cock tightly, her body arching, her mouth open in a nearly silent scream, her breath whooshing out of her harshly. Pleasure and ecstasy burst from her core, washing over her body violently and pushing every other sensation out of her system. She felt so good; clinging to Doumeki like her life depended on it, his length resting heavily inside her, his arms holding up her boneless body as she lost herself completely. Doumeki came seconds after she did, spilling his hot cum inside of her, a little leaking out from in between their bodies, his member swelling and filling her up even more as it had done again and again since yesterday. The feel of hot cum on her legs reminded Watanuki, in the haze of her pleasure filled brain, of the reason she'd come into the bathroom in the first place.

"Damn…" she cursed, her voice failing her as she hung between release and agitation.

"What?" Doumeki asked, hearing the irritated undertones of her curse.

"I'd just cleaned up." She sighed, pouting. Her mate chuckled at her silliness. "What's so funny?"

"We are in the shower. We can just take a bath again." The girl thought about his proposal, her eyes boring into his.

"Together?" She asked pointedly.

"Of course," he answered.

"No funny business?" She continued.

"Funny business as in 'this?'" Doumeki asked, punctuating his question with a soft wiggle of his hips, shifting himself inside of her. Watanuki's hands tightened on his shoulders as a soft noise fell from her lips.

"Yes! That! Don't do it!"

"I wash your back, you wash mine?" Doumeki proposed, continuing on with the conversation as she squirmed on top of his cock.

"That would be acceptable," she concluded, blushing at the thought of how Doumeki's hands had been on her back just a few minutes ago and what they'd done. The archer smelled a spike in her scent, despite the fact that she was still impaled on his length.

"You ready to go again?" He asked with one raised eyebrow, his hand drifting down to stroke her clit. Lightening quick, Watanuki grabbed his wrist and yanked it away before he could do anything else.

"No!" She commanded, glaring at him.

"Don't get bossy with me." He growled playfully, pressing his chest into hers and puffing it up. "I'm the one in charge."

"As if!" She mock-snarled. In defiance, the raven pushed her chest back into his, not backing down, but now that her weight was pushed forward suddenly, Doumeki was off balance and stumbled a bit, throwing a hand out to catch himself.

"Maybe we should sit down," The raven said, grimacing, her heart beating rapidly at their near-fall.

"Yeah," the archer agreed. He grabbed his girl's butt as her hands went around his neck and slowly lowered both of them into the tub's basin.

"You're bath is tiny." Doumeki stated, trying to find a comfortable position for his long legs with Watanuki on his hips. His legs ended up bent on either side behind her.

"Well, excuse me for not having a gigantic bath like you do!" Watanuki snapped, peeved, but still too out of it to become off pissed. She was so exhausted that she just lay on her mate's chest, unable and not wanting to move. "It's not my fault that you're spoiled with a bath that can hold ten people! It's not picnic for me either!" The seer was only maybe a foot shorter than her mate, so the bath was small for her lanky frame as well.

At the mention of it, Doumeki thought about the huge bath at the temple and all the leg space he'd have in there...enough room to do many things… "We should have sex in there sometime." His blunt statement startled the raven, her face turning beet red for the millionth time in embarrassment. But that still didn't stop her from thinking about Doumeki fucking her in there.

"If you're lucky," she scoffed, not wanting him to know what she'd been thinking about.

"I'd say I'm pretty lucky. You're the one with crap luck."

"Shut your face."

Their conversation drifted off, and the two of them just let the water run over their spent bodies. Eventually, Doumeki sat up, taking Watanuki with him and flicked the stopper in the bathtub closed, and that shut off the shower function as well. The water redirected from the showerhead to the tub's spout and started filling up the bath with hot water.

"What are you doing?" Watanuki asked, rousing herself as her mate settled back down. She'd nearly fallen asleep while sitting there.

"Soaking." He replied. "Will you get the water when it's full?" The girl made a noise instead of answering, but let the tub fill up until the warm water reached her lower back, nearing the lip of the bath, before turning it off. She slumped back onto Doumeki's chest, her head resting on his right shoulder as his arms hooked themselves around the base of her spine.

"Feel better?" The archer asked as the girl fully relaxed onto him.

"Mm." Came the only reply and that was good enough for him. The pair soaked in the bathtub until Doumeki's knot subsided and then they languidly washed again. However after washing, Watanuki started a splash fight while soaking when Doumeki made a lewd comment about her, and the bathroom erupted into playful squeals (Watanuki's) and splatters as water got absolutely everywhere. Doumeki was just as merciless as she was and it wasn't until the bathtub had been emptied twice with all the splashing that they finally settled down again. The pair spent another half an hour or so actually soaking, giving their bodies a much-needed rest before getting out and drying off. Watanuki rummaged around her dirty main room, picking up clothes that needed to be washed and finding clean ones for her and the boyfriend to wear. She tossed some shorts and a shirt that Doumeki had left at some point into a pile for him to put on and dumped the pile of dirty things into a basket so that she could start laundry after food (including the poor futon cover). The girl them found herself some clothes and got dressed.

"It feels weird to put on clothes," Watanuki said, shrugging on a tank top and underwear before pulling her wet hair out of the towel turban she'd made.

"Then don't," Doumeki said, walking back into the main room completely naked and unfazed.

"I'm not cooking naked," Watanuki growled, reaching for a pair of shorts. Doumeki was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again.

"Please?"

"Put a sock in it!" Watanuki snapped, throwing her wet towel down onto the floor in frustration at the man. The archer slipped on his underwear and shorts before she got even angrier. "Now let's eat before something else happens to distract us!"

"You're already distracting," the boy teased as he came up behind her, readying his hands to cop a feel.

"Horny bastard," she huffed back. But then she was squealing as a pair of hands latched onto her butt and started squeezing. She tried to run away but Doumeki was right on her heels, chasing the poor girl into the kitchen. However, he became the poor boy when she found a knife and brandished it at him, half-jokingly and half-serious.

"Would you like to eat?" She asked pointedly, the blade of her knife glinting in the sunlight coming in from the window, an obvious threat.

"Yes."

The seer smiled sweetly, and flicked her knife point over to the kitchen table. "Then sit."

So he sat.

"Good boy," the girl's smile widened as she twirled her knife around and opened up the fridge to get breakfast (or was it lunch?) started.

Doumeki rested his elbow on the table, putting his chin in his hand. He watched his mate don and apron and get to cooking, still wishing that she'd do it naked. "I'll get you back, you know."

"Oh, I'm sure you will," she chuckled, getting out her pan to make some tamagoyaki. "But until then, shut it."

And after Watanuki had prepared them a nice meal, Doumeki did make her pay, making her scream out his name in wild, lustful abandon.

A/N: And there you go! See you next time!