I dun own digimon kay

I dun own digimon kay? Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry!!!!!! I didn't mean 2 take this long! It's the Osama thing going on, I had 2 go 2 a friend of mine's funeral, I used 2 live with my Uncle Nick and Aunt Maryanne in N.Y. when my parents where duking it out over their divorce. My friend who died was Tesia, I used 2 go 2 yoga with her a few blocks from the Twins. I'm not being disrespectful or anything but I just don't like 2 get all teary when I'm writing so enjoy the fic ^^ 

  The Perfect Seduction 

                                                                                                                                                 

Mimi stared into her reflection. Not very tall, about five foot four. Pale complection with the faintest hint of a tan. Shoulder length strawberry hair with cherry streaks, the stars had fallen out long ago. Deep cinnamon eyes revealing her true hair color. Slim yet curvy figure. Not the figure of a street whore, but that of a little girl blossoming into a woman. Why did she have to blossom so early? It was like kami had poured fertilizer on her! She laughed quietly at the thought. A laugh. Those never came easy anymore. True ones anyway. And they certainly weren't priceless! Yes, all good things cost something.

She adjusted her pink silk robe nervously and tinkered with her hair until it was in a loose and careless bun. Strands and locks of hair hung in her face and curled down her neck. She had honestly never felt so insecure with herself in her life! Her eyes softened in the mirror, she was always so confident with Tai-STOP IT!! She wasn't' going to screw up this time! Mimi took in a deep reassuring breath before stepping out her bedroom door feeling like a newborn stepping into the light for the first time.

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With one light on in one room
I know you're up when I get home
With one small step upon the stair
I know your look when I get there
If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go
for this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
wants to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go

The second hand ticked rapidly around its significant other. Matt sighed unknowingly and tossed the small round clock up and down in one hand. He lay sprawled in his favorite chair near the fire. Mimi had missed breakfast and showed no signs of coming down any time soon. He had gotten worried but with the incident this morning he thought he would be doing more harm than help if he babied her. He licked his lips downing a bit of white wine. He knew drinking so early in the morning was going to give him one hell of a headache but he just needed to run away from reality for a second. He had been blocking everything but the perfect life out of his mind. But even *he* knew one could only hide for so long until the seeker came to find you.

A light padding sound brought him out of his reverie. The glass dropped to the carpeted floor and shattered yet for once he didn't give a royal king's damn. His mouth dropped shortly at the sight. There stood his innocent angel atop the dining table staring at him with a certain 'come hither' look. He swallowed deeply, noticing how her silk sleeved arms hung at her sides and a faint blush stained her cheeks. Perhaps she wasn't *all* the perfect seductress she was trying to be. He stood up and started slowly towards her, as one would approach a frightened deer in headlights.

The unread book and painful look
the TV's on, the sound is down
One long pause
then you begin
oh look what the cat's brought in
If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go
for this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again

wants to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go
let me leave

She took in a deep raspy breath looking down at him as he gazed up at her. The look on his face was one saying 'who are you'. Mimi simply kept her arms at her sides and her absolute position, a sign of complete surrender and acceptance. One he took elatedly. She bit her lip as he softly kissed the top of her knee, slowly kissing his way to her upper thigh. He gently nipped at her hip before looking up at her once more. She gave him a pleading look that disappeared as soon as he wrapped his arms around her taking her down from the table.

He kissed her trying not to frighten her. Matt knew how important this was to her. Was she trying to prove herself to him? Why? She had absolutely nothing to prove. He felt her shudder as he carried her the seemingly brief distance to his own room.

For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
and I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow
and all the time I'm thinking, thinking

Mimi looked into the endless oceans of his eyes feeling ashamed and begging for forgiveness. Forgive her for betraying him in so many ways. For being loved by Tai. For not giving him what he needed. For not………..for not…….for not loving him. 'Pretend, just pretend.' She chanted in her head. She adored him. And she did love him, just not enough. It just wasn't enough. It never was. She fought back tears feeling her body press into the silky mattress.

He smiled affectionately running his hand through her hair. His legs straddling her torso. She was his, her body, her mind, her soul, her heart, all his. For once in his life everything was right, everything was perfect. As the song went, everything was wonderful now. Matt's smile grew in happiness as she leaned up from her previous laying position. She put her hand on his chest feeling the course cotton of it. His smile dropped, placing his hand over her own he led it to the buttons. Shirts suddenly felt overrated. He watched her lips purse together trying to still her shaking hands going from button to button. His body felt warm and fluffy with her tenderness. He adoringly caressed under her chin before being rewarded with her eyes connecting with his, still removing button for button. Saphirey blue met creamy caramel.

The last button fell from its slitted counterpart. His eyes closed with heated pleasure as her satiny hand ran down his bare chest. They opened as it stopped at his rippling torso. He looked down at her gazing timidly up at him. Some how that look suited her and at the same time was as mismatched as caster oil and sugar. He felt through the tips of her digits wanting to take them in his mouth. But wanting something else even more.

"Kiss me."

            Her head tilted up a bit as if looking for some sort of expression to make sure she had heard right. Mimi bit her lip gently licking the bottom one. She sucked in a brave breath of air before leaning up.

            The feel of cinnamon assaulted his senses. Soft moist lips met his own scared to go too far and not knowing how. He parted his lips against her closed ones trying to coax her to do the same. Feeling she didn't understand he ran his tongue along the top of her lip gently nipping it. The instance he felt a slight sliced opening he dove for it. He felt an intake of air from her in surprise at his demand. She slowly relaxed letting her fingers run down his back and chest while his own fisted in her hair. Kami every part of her felt like cream. He gently pressed her down with his weight so as to not scare her. She complied still making patterns in the crevices of his back.

            His hand made circles on her thigh gently parting it from the other. She listened to his silent plea wrapping them around his waist. He groaned against her mouth ignoring any beg more mercy his lungs wanted. Oh Kami he loved her, he loved her so much. He nudged his hips against hers teasingly reveling in the content sigh she released into his mouth. Adrenalin coursed through his body as he felt small hands wander to the buttons of his pants. When did his timid kitten become so bold?  His breath drew to panting as she slid them off along with his boxers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck kissing it softly, feeling her hands press more of his weight onto her.

            He heard her whine in protest as he continued to play with her, instead of taking her now like she had wanted. No, not now, not this soon, he wanted to drag this out, to make it last. Kami knows when it would happen again. The streets had taught him to take advantage of any opportunity, and he wasn't about to break that law.  He lifted her gently to press her against the headboard, his arms around her back keeping the designed wood from doing any harm to it.

            Guilt seared through her like a fire you couldn't put out. She couldn't think, she couldn't do anything, she felt so confused. She remembered the pained look on Taichi's face, now she was screwing another man when her bed was still warm. What happened to her? She was never like this. She didn't ask for any of this. She was Mimi Tachikawa. Only daughter of a Kenji and Kiki Tachikawa. And yet here she was. Living no more a life than a street prostitute. She wanted her old life again. To be happy again. She wanted this soul burning guilt to stop. She wished she could take it all back. To die in the car with her parents. But no. Life wasn't a fairytale with 'and they lived happily ever after's. It was hard and cruel. Just like she had been to-

"Taichi!" She moaned into his neck.

            Her eyes snapped to attention realizing what he had done. His body was still and rigid, no longer lithe and soft.  She held her breath horrified as she felt his hands take hers from around his neck. She looked up into his face seeing the eerie calmness of it. His hands unwinding hers from around him. He lifted himself off her and off the bed completely, leaving her body cold and naked. She watched unable to do anything but stare terrified as he put on his shirt and the rest of his clothes scattered about the floor and wondering how the hell she could screw herself over twice in one night.

            It was happening all too fast yet too slow at the same time. Like coming out of your own body and watching yourself doing these things you know you would never do. Her jaw kept working itself trying to say something but hearing nothing come out. He didn't even pass her a glance as he buttoned the last button of his dress shirt and slid out of the room closing the door coldly behind him.

            The tick of wood hitting wood snapped her out of her staring like a dummy trance. She let out her held breath and frantically tied the sheet around her body scrambling and falling off the bed half crawling have dashing to the door. She grabbed the Victorian carved nob and jerked it to open.

*twist click click twist* 

It was locked.

I want to be a hunter again
want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go.

So what'd ya think? Huh huh? It's gonna get a little gory and gruesome later on in the fic, its really heating up! More so, this fic only has about 3-5 chaps more, and I'm already thinking of a sequal, so if u want a seq or here and vote kies? I'll check the poll when I finish the 'p.s.' kies?

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