Information: the lemon version of this chapter is on Mara's site, the link is: geocities/maraamber1/fanfictionkamorgana.html (yes, it's but refuses the url with it no matter how I put it otherwise!). The direct link to her site is on Mara's profile too. The lemon version is NC-17 so only if you are of age (-)
Preys
Chapter 11: In daylight
She stirred. She was exhausted and feeling good. Satisfied. She smiled lazily. She probably had a nice dream. It was so rare lately for her to wake up in a good mood. She opened her heavy lids. The room was bathed in the first lights of dawn, a few, weak rays of sun playing on the wall. It was not her wall.
It was not her bedroom.
Oh. No.
She closed her eyes again, trying to deny the facts, in vain. She was crazy. She was a fool. She didn't even have the excuse to be drunk and..
The biggest mistake was that she stayed in all night. She had to get out of here.
She felt his hand, still resting on the small of her back. They had both ended limply on their stomachs. She propped herself on her palms and made a turn to look around, cautiously, holding her breath as he shifted, groaning. He didn't wake up, but his arm was on her thighs now. His back was scarred with the red marks her nails had traced. She looked at his face. Even sleeping he had a severe expression, though with his piercing eyes closed, he seemed oddly relaxed. She extended a hand to brush the rebel strands of hair falling on his eyelids, and cut off her gesture just in time. Just make things worse, Tokio.
She slowly moved his hand, managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Where were her clothes already? She shook her head as she remembered how she got rid of her panties in the car. She spotted her bra near the bed. Her shoes were in the lobby, with her jacket, as she had thrown them away when they got in. And he had ripped off her dress somewhere on the way to the bedroom. She hoped she could still look decent enough in it. She had to walk from the apartment to her car in daylight, after all. She stood up on her limp legs.
"Where are you going?"
She whirled around. He was still lying on the bed, his eyes opened now. Scrutinizing her body, an appreciative smirk spreading on his face. She felt a rush of heat on her cheeks. Gods, she was reacting like a virgin after her first night. She was trying to ignore the other rush his stare was provoking in her, which was definitely not maidenly.
"Are you going to cover yourself in the sheets?" he mocked.
He stretched his arms, displaying nonchalantly the muscles of his shoulders and torso. She watched them play, fascinated, recalling the feeling of them under her hungry touch, the way these arms had hold her tight, almost breaking her...Get a grip, stupid. She lifted her chin.
"I don't know why I should" she shrugged. Good. Be distant.
"You looked like you were. So?"
"Isn't that obvious? I was leaving."
"Without saying goodbye?"
He was having fun. She was hopelessly trying to get the haughty composure she had at work. Except that she was standing naked in his bedroom, her long hair framing her body, hiding one breast, but stressing outrageously the rest of her curves and the whiteness of her soft skin, which was slightly bruised here and there. Wearing the marks he had made. Except that she had spent half of the night in his arms, for the wildest sex encounter he had ever experienced. The contrast was so exciting. Did she think she was going to escape so easily? Did she expect to be the one deciding now? He moved slowly on the bed, sitting in front of her. She was at arm reach.
"Oh, please. I don't know what happened to us last night.."
"Really you don't?" His lips twisted in an ironic grin.
She let out an exasperated sigh. She was even more arousing when she was angry.
"We both know it was a mistake. I told you it wouldn't solve anything."
She shook her head. She couldn't believe she found herself in that situation. If he said a word of that, how could she have any authority on her team anymore? She was the only woman at that level of command, all these machos would be too happy to use her privacy against her. She just gave him a way of destroying her. She shouldn't let him see her concern, so she went on, her voice even, indifferent.
"But well, it's done. Now we just have to forget about it. And.."
"Not let it affecting our already messy professional relationship? Wasn't that obvious from the beginning?" he ended coldly.
She let out a sigh of relief. "Yes. Of course it was."
As he saw her relax, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, circling her limbs with his legs.
" But we're not on duty yet. We can forget about that later." He was still holding firmly her waist with his hand, but the other was caressing teasingly her belly. He smirked at her hesitant voice.
"You just said.."
" I said later. Can you say you don't want more?" He dipped his tongue in her navel, licking slowly, feeling her stomach clench. "I have my answer, don't bother to lie."
"So what? Listen, Saitoh..Oh!" She jerked her head back as his mouth trailed lower.
She was lying on top of him, her head resting on his chest, her long hair spread on both their bodies like a silk shawl. Her breath was steady, since she had dozed off. He fought the urge to caress the ebony mane, the velvety skin. He compelled himself to shift her aside, leaving her body, and get off the bed to get rid of the condom. Back from the bathroom, he grabbed his ashtray and cigarettes, trying to rationalize.
As he sat again next to her, she stirred and mumbled: "What time is it?"
"Seven." He held her a cigarette, lighting it for her, and she installed herself next to him.
They smoked for a while in silence.
"It can't happen again," she finally murmured.
He nodded.
He could deal with physical intimacy. That last time had been different. It was not that she took control, it was how..He didn't want to dwell farther into that disturbing turn of events.
She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray, left the bed, retrieved her bra, and went out the bedroom.
Once she finished to dress, she hesitated. She wanted one more kiss, she wanted to feel his lips on hers, knowing it was the last time. She needed closure. But..
He lit another cigarette as he heard her close the door.
To be continued.
Author's notes:
This chapter is VERY short here, as it's originally a lemon chapter. Sorry! The title is different too, and I'm not very satisfied by it either.
Thanks to Mara, as the real version could be posted on her site! She also checked this chapter, giving helpful suggestions and corrections, which I'm more than grateful for. The remaining mistakes are once again mine only.
Next chapter: Back to work! While Tokio answers to a good friend's request, Aoshi and Saitoh work on the modus operandi. Will they find out something that can balance the bad news Megumi brings?
See you!
Kamorgana