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AN: Warning for yaoi. I am really quite happy with this even though it may be crap. I love yojixaya. So here we go. Please R&R. Helpfulness is always appreciated. This is written in Aya's POV.

Surrender
By: Masami

Break me down
Make me surrender myself to you
Make me beg for more
Take me
Make me yours

I think I'm in love. In love with him. Of course, who wouldn't be? I shouldn't be but his touch has won me over. I love his kisses. They are soft but can become hungry with fever. Skilled hands know ever part of my body. His experienced body knows all the rights moves and keeps me reeling.

His flirtish nature bothers me sometimes. I know it means nothing but I can't help but get slightly jealous. He tells me that he loves me but sometimes I wonder. I wonder about myself. Can I really love this man? Is this love? Why does he stay? What makes him want me? Foolish questions have foolish answers I suppose. I don't know, except he always answers them for me, never allowing me to second-guess.

I love the way he makes me feel. He breaks me down and brings out my true nature. He melts the ice and is scorched by the fire. He is the only one who gets to see my passion. I reserve my body for his taking. He is the first. He is the last. He is the only. His passion matches my own and leaves us begging for more. I am his drug. He is my addiction.

His touch is gentle yet harsh. Skilled hands travel down my body. Touching. Caressing. Bruising. Claiming. He knows what sets me off and does just that. Every touch has meaning and he never leads me on.

His kisses are just as arousing as his touch. The start innocent and chaste but soon become fervent. He shakes involuntary moans from me as he explores my mouth. My hands find purchase in his hair as he leads a trail of kissed down my neck that follow the same path as his hands.

Then I surrender to him. Everything. I need to feel him in every single way possible and he grants it. I see him above me, his body moving in a rhythm that shakes me. My name dripping from his lips, as his on mine. To see him lost in abandon, to know I'm the one doing this to him, making him loose control. To know that I'm the only one who can make him feel this way. I cry out his name as he pushes me over the edge and he follows suit. I feel him move onto his side pulling me with him, never separating from each other. I can hear his breath and his heart beating fast. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and kiss him softly. He pulls me closer and understands my ways of affection.

I lie in his arms after times like this and wonder what he is thinking. I wonder if this means anything to him or if I'm just a one-night stand. I should stop thinking about it because he always proves me wrong. It just that seems that things are too perfect and sooner or later it is all going to fall apart. I think I am too serious about things I believe in. To me, this isn't sex. It's so much more to me. I play for keeps.

Take me
Make me beg for more
Make me loose myself in you