Anna woke up and rolled her head to the side. Lee's silver hair fell across his face as he slept, and she smiled. He was hogging the covers, and she tugged at them, trying to get a little to cover her bare behind. Her breaths quickened as she recalled their night of passion. She could not wait to rub it in Nina's face.

Suddenly, she found her thoughts drifting to Jun. The woman obviously had no idea how attractive she was, even though she had caught Kazuya's eye. She wondered what had happened between them, if anything. She knew from experience that Kazuya was a great lover, and she was certain that Jun was at least his equal, if not superior. Hun had a very subtle sensuality about her, the kind that drove men crazy. Anna could not help but feel a tiny twinge of jealousy.

The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Lee groaned and threw his arm at the nightstand, hoping it would land on the receiver. It missed, so he felt around for it and finally picked it up. "Hello?" he mumbled. "Hey. Yeah, she's here. You wanna talk to her? Are you sure? She's already awake. No? Okay. Okay, I'll see you--" The phone clicked. He shrugged and hung up, then turned to Anna. "That was your sister."

"I figured as much."

"She sounded upset when I told her you were here."

"Really?" Anna gasped, feigning shock. "I can't imagine why."

"I don't know." He glanced down at her body. "Aren't you chilly? Here, take some blanket." Smiling, graciously accepting his offer. She scooted closer to him, and her eyes snapped open when she made contact with his body.

"Already?" she asked. "It's so early."

"Well, what do you expect when you're the first thing I see in the morning?" She grinned and pulled him close for a long kiss.

* * * * *

Lei peered out from his cracked door. He saw her face and unfastened the security chain, then opened the door fully. "Jun," he greeted flatly.

"Wulong, nothing happened." He lowered his eyes and retreated into his room, taking a seat on his bed. Jun followed him, closing the door gently behind her. "Really," she insisted.

"Bullshit. I saw you kissing him."

"He kissed me. What was I supposed to do? Push Mishima-san away?"

"Well, I wouldn't expect you to lead him on. Or perhaps I'm the one being led on?"

"No. No, Wulong. I care for you very much. The kiss with Mishima-san, it meant nothing. I felt nothing," she lied, hoping he wouldn't catch her fib. He seemed not to as he looked up at her from under his eyebrows. She stroked the back of his hand with her fingertips. "I promise, I have no personal interest in him."

The truth was that she had been frightened by the effect that his kiss had had on her. Something about him felt very dark and very strong, but she could not put her finger on quite what it was. She wanted to forget about him, but he had spidered through her brain all night. Her dreams had been haunted by him, but not exactly him. A twisted form of him had made love to her in her head all night, black wings stretching out behind him and a red glow in his eyes. She closed her eyes and tried to shake the memory of how much she had enjoyed herself in the dreams.

"Are you all right?" Wulong asked, pulling her from her thoughts. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"I'm fine," she assured him. "I just didn't sleep well last night." He traced her jawline with his knuckle, then lay back on the bed. She curled up close to him, burying her face in his shoulder and wishing the firey eyes would leave her alone.

* * * * *

Michelle belly flopped onto her bed and sighed. "I hate men," she grumbled.

"Things didn't work out with your yummy Korean?" Jun asked, sitting on the bed next to her friend and folding her legs into a half lotus.

"Nope. He's got a girlfriend back home." She kicked her legs in the air behind her. "I don't get it. Am I ugly or something?"

"Not at all."

"Then why can't I manage a fling? With all the people here, you would think at least one of them would be interested in me."

"I could have sworn I saw that one bodyguard checking you out. What was his name, Ganryu?"

"Him? Please. I might be a horny little bitch, but I'm not about to go to bed with anyone who works for the Zaibatsu."

"What about Mishima-san?"

"What about him? I just said he's hot, I never said I'd sleep with him." She rolled onto her back. "What happened last night, anyway? I saw you come in and leave with him."

"He asked me to be his escort for the night. We had dinner, went for a walk, and then went our separate ways. I'm sure he's going through all the women in the tournament. It probably makes him feel important." She brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "And I still think his eyebrows are gigantic." Michelle grinned.

"I wonder what's on the television," she said, grabbing the remote. "I wonder if we could hack in and get a free porno." Jun laughed as the American woman pressed random buttons. She quickly grew bored and tossed the remote onto the floor, leaving the television on the twenty-four hour news station. "No such luck," she sighed. "Oh well. If worse comes to worse, we can get really plastered, blindfold each other, and go at it." She smirked, and Jun chuckled. "Nah," Michelle continued, "I'm not into that whole lesbian thing. Although I have wondered at times what it's like."

"It would be interesting to find out," Jun agreed.

"Have you ever done anything with a girl?"

"No," she replied quickly. "Well, I kissed a woman once."

"Really?"

"Yes, the other night, while you were with your blonde friend."

"What, that Anna whore? Tell me you're joking!"

"It was nothing like that." She fidgeted. "She was smoking a cigarette and complaining that no one liked to kiss a smoker, and then she kissed me to show me what it's like. The whole thing was rather odd."

"I'll bet. I hope you washed your mouth out afterward. Only god knows where hers has been."

"She doesn't seem so bad."

"Are you kidding? I heard she's at least blown if not slept with every man in the Mishima compound." She rolled her eyes. "Again, I might be horny, but I have standards, not to mention some self-respect. I wouldn't be caught dead in her shoes." Jun considered her friend's comments for a moment, and finally she decided to ask Anna about it the next time she had a chance.

* * * * *

The door creaked open, and a figure made its way across her room in the dark. Jun sat up in bed. She knew who it was. "Jun," he whispered. He took her hand and kissed it, asking permission. She pushed the blankets aside, and he climbed into the bed. His lips found hers, and she worried they might melt the skin off of her own. She was not about to let him leave, though; she had been craving him all day, and now she had him. They pressed close together, and she felt the warmth of his body through her cotton pajamas.

One of his hands ran down to the small of her back and rubbed in little circles, causing her to arch and gasp softly. He took the opportunity to softly kiss her neck, sucking gently on the skin just above her collarbone. Her fingers slipped into his hair, which she found to be surprisingly soft. Under his pants, his erection pressed against her thigh. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as she sighed contentedly and entwined a leg with one of his.

Soon, their clothes were on the floor. Jun's heart pounded in her ears, and she longed to feel him in her. She tilted her hips upward as an invitation. He accepted her offer and gently entered her, feeling her shudder with every inch. He moved against her in a slow, rythmic pattern, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Even in the dim light, he could see her beautiful features perfectly. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and she pulled his face close to hers. His lips crushed against hers, and she moaned into his mouth. Every stroke heated her more, and she felt ready to burst into flames. When he reached his climax, it was like molten lava pouring into her, and she cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. They lay paralyzed for several seconds before he collapsed next to her and drew her into his arms. Exhausted, she rubbed her forehead against his chest, then laid her head on the pillow close to his.

In the dark, she could not see that his eyes had taken on a red hue.

* * * * *

When she awoke, he was gone. She was not surprised; she had not expected to find him next to her when morning came. She stretched and hauled herself out of bed, heading for the shower. The hot water felt wonderful on her body, and she took her time washing herself. When the last bubbles of shampoo had gone down the drain, she turned the water off and stepped out into the steamy bathroom. She dried herself off with a scratchy hotel towel and walked into the main room, the towel wrapped around her hair and balanced on top of her head. After a moment of debate, she picked an outfit from her suitcase and got dressed.

Before her hand touched the doorknob, her phone rang. She turned around and answered it.

"Hey, Jun!" came the voice.

"Good morning, Michelle," she replied. "How are you?"

"Still horribly unsatisfied. Wanna go for breakfast together?"

"Sure."

"Okay, I'll be at your room in a minute." The phone clicked, and Jun placed the receiver back in the cradle. In no time, Michelle's knock sounded on her door, and the two women went downstairs to the hotel dining room. They helped themselves to breakfast foods and took seats at a table near one of the windows. "Have you seen Lee-san?" Michelle asked, biting into her peach.

"Mishima-san's brother?" Michelle nodded. "Let me guess, now you've got the hots for him."

"Yeah, but, as usual, nothing's going to come of it. Both of those Irish sluts are after him." She rolled her eyes. "I think I'm just doomed to stay celibate this whole tournament."

"You could always get a vibrator." Jun blushed, and her hand flew to her mouth. "I can't believe I just said that," she gasped, laughing. Michelle giggled like a schoolgirl.

"I never did get the point of those things. I mean, men don't really vibrate... at least, not any of the ones I've been with." She chewed a bite of peach thoughtfully. A plate clanked onto the table next to hers, and the blonde man from the bar took a seat.

"Mornin'," he greeted. He looked at Jun and said, "You're Kazama Jun, right? I'm Paul, Paul Phoenix." He extended his hand, and she shook it.

"Good to finally match a name with your face," she said. "You're a Judo artist, right?" She listened to him as he told her the details of his fighting style and about Willy "Bear Killer" Williams. Michelle watched him, sipping at her milk, and Jun could practically see the wheels turning in her friend's head.