You won't get the best of me, she thought, leaning down finally releasing her arms from across her chest as her skin touched his. She thought she might have felt him shudder slightly beneath her but it was probably a twitch. His eyes seemed to narrow on her as his breath seemo quo quicken, she could hear him breathing. She suddenly imagined planting a 'conquered by Misao' sign on him after this was over and barely managed to stifle her laughter. She leaned forward sliding her hands up his body to tangle in his hair, and pulled his head to one side. She leaned close, lips against his ear.

"What's wrong Saitou? Afraid to play with me now?"

A deep growling sound passing his lips was the only warning Misao recieved before she found herself suddenly in the reverse position she had just been in. With a small squeak, she found she was flat of her back upon the futon, her legs spread in a most compromising way as Saitou knelt between them, hovering above her. Amber eyes glowing with a heated look peering down at her through the wisps of his bangs. "Afraid?" He asked, voice having grown husky as things began to grow more intense between them. "Oh no, little minx, I'm far from afraid." He emphasized his point by grinding his hips against her slightly.

Misao gasped as she felt a foreign hardness pressed against her thigh. Oh Kami, was that his... Taking a deep breath, Misao attempted to suppress the panic that was beginning to rise. She couldn't..no, wouldn't back out now! Allowing herself to relax beneath him, Misao brought her hands up to knead at Saitou's thickly corded neck and shoulders. He feels so good, she thought, as she relished in the way his muscles rippled beneath her fingertips. So strong, and handsome...so perfect. He was just looking at her. All that power, restrained as he just stared down at her. Had she been in any other position she might have felt threatened, but now she just felt desired and it was exhilarating. She tightened her grip pulling herself up against him.

"Not afraid?" she whispered, her lips against his cheek. "Maybe you should be." she challenged as she began trailing kisses along his jaw until she reached his earlobe, on which she began toble ble lightly.

This gesture brought Saitou's own lips conveniently closer to the curve of Misao's neck. The soft scent that was undeniably her wafted up to fill him with a sudden urge to bury his nose against her neck, which he inevitably did, allowing his lips to graze on the creamy skin there. A sigh that could only be described as contented escaped him, mingling with Misaown. wn. Pulling back from her slightly, Saitou's large calloused hands began moving over satiny smooth skin, coaxing forth soft sounds of newfound pleasure in their wake. One hand trailed downward to tenderly cup a well rounded breast, while the other rose to entangled itself into the midnight tresses that fanned out around her like a sea of onyx. Long, tapered fingers tightened slightly to squeeze the tender flesh, causing Misao's back to arch upward, seeking more of the scorching contact. As he touched her, Saitou found that he couldn't tear his eyes from her face. For some reason he relished the look of passion that was etched so blatantly on her face.

A pleased smile quirked at the corners of his mouth as he took in the sight of her. Head thrown back slightly, eyes closed as the sensations he was envoking on her untried body overcame her will to keep them open. Her mouth was opened slightly, allowing small moans and occasional gasps to escape everytime his hand moved in an appreciative way. At last, Saitou found he coudn't keep from wanting to explore more of her. Shifting, Saitou allowed his mouth to take over caressing an area where his hand once had. Misao's eyes flew open at the feel of something hot and moist enclosing around the tip of her left breast, then almost immediately slammed shut again as the delicious suction began, driving every coherant thought she could have possibly had at that moment from her mind. Her roaming hands instantly shot up to bury themselves in his hair, clutching his head to her impulsively.

"Saitou..." His name came out no more than a whispered sigh, but still he heard.

The sound caused him to smile against her chest as a sense of contentment swelled up within him. A feeling that he had not felt in months. He dropped his head lower, sliding his tongue along her abdomen, causing her to tremble, either from his touch or the cold air now blowing across her body. She brought her hands up, crossing them across her breasts. He looked up, meeting her eyes as he swirled his tongue around the curve of her belly button. She was too soft. Too sweet. Where was Misao? Where had the fire tongued, vixen gone? Her eyes were shimmering and uncertain. He raised his head, leaning up, letting the cool air assault both of them.

"I've changed my mind, weasel." He drawled, his voice low.

Her dazed eyes cleared a bit. "Changed your mind?" She repeated.

He grinned, taking her hands and sliding them down his chest to rest at the small white bow around his waist. Her eyes widened, and his grin followed suit.

"Saitou-"

"Are you afraid?"

She stared at him a moment, uncertainty glowing in her eyes before she shook her head 'no'.
Her hesitation was clear, but her hands were steady as she pulled the white linen tie, letting it unwrap from around his waist. He settled back farther, impatiently snatching the material from her hands as she slowly slid it over his hips. He didn't have half enough patience for modesty at the moment. He flung the material aside, not missing her reaction. A dainty hue tinted her cheeks, the hand she'd brought to her face to hide it being ineffective. He watched her bite her lip as she tried not to stare, and tried simultaneously not to shiver in the cold air of the room. Rather inconvenient it had to be so cold, he thought off-handedly. Misao felt her cheeks flush, even as she tried to hide it. The room was cold, but she could barely feel it through the heat consuming her from the inside.

She struggled, unsure of where to keep her eyes, on his face or... in his lap? She wasn't sure, Megumi never told her about that! Although now she was really glad she'd gone for a little 'girl talk' with the female doctor. Of course, she'd been obsessed with pleasing Aoshi at the time, but, it seemed Saitou would be the one to benefit from her... 'worldly knowledge' as it were. Although, with the look in his eyes, he seemed to expect her to... she bit her lip harder. She mentally told herself to relax, that she was upset over nothing. But the intense look in his eyes threatened to destroy her self-counseling.

"Saitou?" she questioned uncertainly.

"You said you weren't afraid, minx."

She straightened and leaned forward. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on his glowing orbs. "You'll be sorry for this... later, I promise."

"'This'?" he chuckled. "You seem to think I'm imposing some kind of punishmnent on you."

She frowned, turning her lips down into a pout. "Stop teasing," she scolded, her gaze flickering down once more.

Taking a deep breath, Misao focused her attention on lowering her hand to touch that part of Saitou that she had--up until this point--never seen or even thought about before. As her hand came into contact with that part of his anatomy, Saitou let out a hissing breath as a soul rending pleasure shot throughout his entire body from her simple touch. Her hand encircled him, stroking in an unsure but light grip. The first thought to enter Misao's mind as she caressed Saitou's heated flesh, was to wonder how something could be so hard and yet feel so silken at the same time. It was amazing, fascinating really.

Her touch was one of naivity. Of one who had never done such a thing before, yet it still was enough to set his body on fire. Closing his eyes, Saitou allowed an appreciative growl to emerge from deep within his chest. The low rumlbing sound startled her and she paused in her ministrations, diverting her gaze to Saitou's face. As if sensing her looking at him, Saitou opened his own amber eyes. Their gazes locked for an intense moment before Saitou leaned forward and initiated another searing kiss. Misao's hand tightened around his member as his lips caressed hers. Her grip was sure, and pressing harder causing him to groan into her mouth. Reaching down he enclosed her wrist, pulling her hand away. He pressed her back against the futon mat, admiring the look of her a moment.

She almost looked like an entirely different person, with her thick hair fanned out about her like silken midnight. The look of hesitant anticipation was mixed with one of utmost passion, conjuring up the image of a seductive angel.

He put the thought aside as he reached for her, pushing her knees apart, not worried at the slight resistance she gave him. Females were taught from very young ages not to sit certain ways, it irked him a bit. Tokio had been like this at first too, but he put thoughts of her aside as well. He glanced up at her briefly, but she gave no sign for him to stop. He leaned over her crawling between her parted legs. It was one place he'd never expected he'd be.

Ever.