Here is chapter 3 although chapter 2 just went up. I can't help it…I've nothing better to do lately than write.

*WARNING* This fic is a lime and should not be read by anyone under the age of 17.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Blue Seed….so please, don't sue my pants off…they're all I Have…*Sniff*

Soundtrack for chapter 3

*although this is kind of odd…it consists of 3 songs, one of which is repeated. I really couldn't find any that suited the scenes like they did…

"Don't let it bring you down" by Annie Lenox

"Fields of gold" by Sting

"Shape of my heart" by Sting

and "Don't let it bring you down" again by Annie Lenox

Murakumo took his thumb and gently wiped the corner of Momiji's mouth.  She shuddered with his touch. He tilted his wine glass until the red reached his fingertip.

 The next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion.

 Murakumo took his wine dipped finger and caressed Momiji's bottom lip with it, causing her to lick her lip, her tongue barely making contact with his finger. He ran his hand from her mouth to the back of her head and gripped her hair ever so gently.

 He moved into her with baited breath. She was breathtaking. He stopped just inches from her face to look into her eyes, which were dancing in the flicker from the candlelight. In the pools of emerald in front of him he froze.

 He forced himself to let out a slow, ragged breath. He bent down to her, his nose ran against her cheek… his lips caught her jaw and moved down her neck, each soft kiss like fire.

Her eyes were closed. A million things should have been running through her head, but there was nothing but warmth. Momiji felt a searing sensation, thick as blood, being poured over her slowly…heating her body. Her hand found Murakumo's neck through his thick hair. She held him loosely…her fingertips barely meeting his skin.

Murakumo let out a deep breath at her touch. He had to force each breath to leave his chest. He moved his hand to her waist just above her hip and held her firmly to him. He could feel her breasts rising beneath him with every breath she took. His senses were overloaded with the scent of her that seemed to fill the room with an intoxicating haze.

He began to run his palm up her side, past her stomach, and over the side of her breast. He continued up to her shoulder and along the length of her arm. When he reached her hand, his fingers spread so that they were palm to palm…her hand much smaller than his. He moved his hand to the side just slightly so that he could intertwine her fingers with his own. The grip was loose and gentle. He did not want to be rough with her. For the first time in a long while of a very long existence he felt the true sting of desire. He felt like something inside him was chewing on his stomach…making it twitch and contort. He had no control. He had no plan. He had no choice….

Momiji felt his fingers dance along her palm before he took her hand in his. Her head tilted to the side as if on cue to allow him access to her neck. One hand gripping his neck, the other interlocked with his fingers, she felt him kiss his way down the opposite side of her jaw to her collarbone and down her chest. The warmth within her began to spread until it filled her body completely. She could feel it run through every vein like fire until it had taken over everything.

Murakumo removed his hand from her hair and moved it down her back, finding her skin soft as silk under his hands. They were the rough hands of a fighter, and her skin felt warm and feminine. He took his time, his exploration a delicacy. Reluctantly removing his other hand from her grasp he placed it where the other one had come to rest on her hips. He pulled her up, his strength showing in the tightening of his muscles. Her back arched to him, her now free hand rested above her head. Her fingers curled one by one as if she were waving slowly at a loved one she'd never see again. He sat up slowly…her neck felt cool as the heat of his breath left her. His dark hair ran along her fingers as he lifted his head from her.

 He stood.

Momiji stood as well not knowing whether to topple onto him giving herself all at once or run out the door. Before she had a chance to decide, he removed his shirt. She noticed his mitamas…one was missing. Where there were four on his chest, there were now three. A scar lingered in the absent one's place just below the trinity of the remaining mitamas. Her hand reached out to trace the blue shapes imbedded in his skin; while the fingers of her other hand ran along her own chest where her own mitama had been years earlier. She had no scar, but still she could feel the void beneath her flawless skin. Murakumo moved closer to her, running his thumb along her cheek as he did so and for the first time tonight, their lips met. This kiss was something entirely different from the last one. It began slowly. There was no tug of war. Momiji placed her hands on both sides of his face…his angular features beneath her fingers…and ran them around to encircle his neck. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing…exploring each other's mouths. He began to pull away slowly, drawing out her bottom lip as he did so. He moved his kisses back down her neck and chest before dropping to his knees. In that moment…his head against her breasts in complete submission…his arms around her waist with her fingers entangled in his hair…time seemed to stop altogether.

Kusanagi tried to focus his eyes. He knew he was going to lose this game, but thought maybe he could lose with some dignity. It was hard to get a straight shot while almost seeing double. He leaned back against the wall, one knee raised and watched as Miyun leaned over to make a winning shot. Had this been Momiji, this would be a prime opportunity to lift her skirt just to see her blush. Before he knew it, his hand moved to do so. He hadn't remembered telling it to. He lifted her skirt and saw that her panties were a shiny blue…and half gone.

Before he could get out "what the hell are those?" his face was introduced to a fist rather abruptly.

The hit connected and sent the already off balance Kusanagi toppling into a table.

Now, had he been sober, he probably wouldn't have opted to pick a fight with a girl.

Instead, he grabbed her by her wrists and tossed her back onto the pool table…the cue ball made a loud crack as it hit the floor after being launched from its place on the table.

 He had used her to let go of the empty feeling inside him, and now it seemed he would use her to vent his anger and confusion. He did not want to hurt her…but he did not recognize her at this point…she was but another obstacle causing him pain…she had no face nor name.

 He loomed over her, about to raise his fist, when she kicked him with both feet. As he began to fall back, he grabbed her…taking her to the wall with him.

"You ass!" Miyun spat as she pushed him away from her.

He was not fighting with skill…he was fighting with emotion. His movements had no thought or technique. His only goal seemed to be to obliterate everything in his shadowed sight.

He started to shove her into a corner. Her hands were still on his collar, however, and when she went crashing into a table, knocking the lamp over as she landed, he came with her.

Both contenders paused.

The events of the last two days flashed before Kusanagi like a commercial for agony. There was only silence as a surreal mixture of reality and emotion raced through his mind. He grabbed the hair at the back of Miyun's head and lunged at her. She tried to pull away, but his grip was tight and her head was already against the wall. She waited for the pain…but it never came. In its place she felt warmth.

Kusanagi didn't know why he was kissing this woman with such intensity…or for that matter…why he was kissing her at all.

She was reciprocating…her hands were now embedded in his hair as tightly has his were in hers. She moved her hands down to his shoulders before slipping his jacket off. He shook it away from him, feeling lighter instantly. Before the jacket had time to land on the floor she was reaching for his shirt…tugging at it eagerly. Once it was free from his pants she pushed it up to his neck…running her hands along his sides as she did so.

She looked at the four blue beads in his chest curiously. She started to touch them when he seized her hand in mid-movement.

"Don't touch those" he spoke sharply.

"Sorry" Miyun started to apologize, but quickly realized she had nothing to add and left her explanation at the two syllables she'd already spoken. She resumed her task at hand at once.

 The shirt quickly joined the red jacket in a heap on the floor. His hands resumed their position in her hair while hers found their way to his back.

Kusanagi felt a sting in the back of his brain…it was guilt. The guilt was obvious and painful, but it brought with it the feelings he wanted so badly to forget.  It crept up to him without fail…again and again…it made him angry and he buried his face deeper in Miyun's neck.

His kisses were not soft…they were violent and furious. He gripped her hair with all of his strength and all but bit into her neck. Miyun's nails dug into his skin with his passionate assault on her. She dragged them down his muscles, leaving welts as she did so.

Kusanagi removed his hands from her locks quickly, causing her head to land against the wall with a thump. He relocated them to her knees and began to run them up the sides of her legs until he reached her hips. His fingers gripped the strips of fabric beneath her dress…and there was a pause.

Kusanagi closed his eyes.

He looked out over a cliff…below him was a deep, shining blue sea. He turned around to look behind him…and there was a meadow, rich with flowers and sunshine. He saw her. She was sitting in the meadow, calling to him.

 Momiji…her green eyes as bright as the sun itself. He smiled. He was home. He prepared himself to run to her…and she was gone. The sun seemed to go behind a cloud and all the beauty and life around him began to wither and die. With his back to the sea below…not knowing whether he'd fall to his death, or be enveloped in a wash of blue…Kusanagi fell…

He kept his eyes closed, knowing that if they opened they would almost certainly begin to water and he wasn't exactly sure why. His mind was running so fast it was all he could do to keep it from exploding.

His eyes snapped open and immediately became small slits as if he wanted the world to know he meant business. He gripped the small strips of fabric once again and began to draw them downward. His hands ran along Miyun's long velvety legs from her hips to her ankles in one fluid movement. His face again was buried in her neck, and she could feel his rapid breath against her.

He was saying something.

 His voice was barely a whisper. She listened for a moment, intent on deciphering what it was he kept repeating.  Finally, she heard him sigh "Momiji…."

She raised her foot again and shoved him away from her as she hopped up and readjusted herself so calmly that, were it not for the clothes strewn around the room, one might not have even picked up on the events taking place just seconds before. "That's it" she told him flatly.

The shirtless Kusanagi just stared at her wondering what he'd done wrong. He felt like a failure…like he apparently could never make any woman happy.

"Mamoru…As much as I really…really…hate to do it…" Miyun began "you callin' me another woman's name is a deal breaker in my book."

Kusanagi was confused…he didn't remember saying anything about Momiji, but he knew his thoughts weren't as clear as they could have been.

Miyun gave him a half-smile as she pointed at her flustered cheeks. "Look at this face…does this look like the face of a home wrecker to you?"

Kusanagi shifted his gaze to the floor. "I wouldn't worry about it…that's not important anymore."

"Well I think it is…" she paused briefly "…you wanna talk about it?" She tried to give his shoulder a comforting pat but realized the irony in it and pulled her hand back before it reached him.

"No"

"Well you are at least going to come upstairs to collect yourself. Don't try to refuse…unless you want another fight?" Her grin told him she was genuinely concerned for him.

"Fine"

Miyun gathered their things and began to lead the way to her dwelling muttering all the way about how the bar's owner was going to kick her ass in the morning because of the mess.

Once inside her small apartment Kusanagi flopped down on the couch. Miyun took a blanket from atop the couch cushions and wrapped it around his shoulders. "I'm going to go make some tea" she told him. She chose to forgo the shower she'd been looking forward to ever since the interruption downstairs, feeling her strange companion might need a willing ear.

Through the rest of the night and into the dawn she heard all about the Aragami, the Kushinada and a match seemingly made in heaven that lost its way here on earth.

Murakumo began to move again after what seemed like an eternity of stillness. He pressed Momiji to him, his palms flat on her back. He moved his hands up, finding the zipper to her dress with ease and began to pull it downward slowly, exposing new areas of her skin to his touch.

Momiji's head was spinning, her ears ringing…and her heart pounding. At last…she knew what it felt like to be desired. Her eyes were shut tightly. The sensation was overwhelming and threatened her sanity. It felt like a drug…heightening her senses and dulling all her logic. But somewhere….there was a thought…or more like a vision, though it was slow in coming.

She opened her eyes. The pale yellow light that met her was so bright she pondered for a moment whether she'd gone blind. There was no weight above, below or anywhere around her…she was floating. The light washed over her skin like the warm sunshine of summer. She felt nothing but comfort. She was home. As she floated higher…something began to come into view. The vision filled her with happiness and she knew she was headed towards was her destiny. She smiled and welcomed her ascension with open arms. Momiji could see it now…she was close. Yes…there is was… "home" she thought to herself. It was getting clearer…it was…

…Kusanagi…

Momiji forced her eyes to open. She gathered her will power as she took Murakumo's chin in her hand to lift his gaze to hers.

"Murakumo…I…can't…."

Chapter 3 is done! I have never written anything lemon or lime (hee hee…reminds me of sprite), so please please let me know if it worked for you at all. I neeeeeeed feedback on this if I am to venture further in this vein of the story. Thank you for your time in reading my work. I am ever so grateful. If I could…I'd lick your shoe.

Reika