A wanderer in life always lacks one of two things.
And they know enough that those with both truly are blessed.
Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue.
Ok, here's another chapter so we can finally move on with the fic.
It is no longer a one-shot!! Sugoi!!!
err . . . . yeah . . . .
^-^;;;
Starts out in Kurama's POV . . . then shifts back and forth . . . heh . . . (-.-;;;;)
WARNING!!!! . . . . WARNING!!!!
LEMON MORANG PIE AHEAD!!!!
(which is why the rating has been upped from a 'G' to 'PG13' u.u;;)
I'LL TELL YOU WHEN IT GETS INTENSE SO DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO
. . . AND PLEASE, DON'T BE OFFENDED IF YOU DO READ!!!
( T.T please don't think me a pervert for the scene at the end . . . it jus flowed out of my mind, is all . . . :: cries :: it jus seemed to fit T.T :: many tears ::)
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Something tried to tug the corners of my mouth into a grin as I watched my fighting partner sleep. I suppressed a chuckle, walking over to the bed . . . finally noticing the seed clutched in my hand. I smiled now, though in amusement at myself . . . how paranoid of me . . . then again, habits forged in one thousand years of living in the Makai did not die so quickly . . .
Hiei shifted in his sleep, waking my thoughts. He looked so peaceful, I mused softly, so different than when he was awake . . . now he was unguarded . . . his face open and relaxed . . . for once . . . on impulse I grew the seed into a rose, and placed it on the pillow next to his head.
Hiei's Jagan then glowed slightly beneath the headband, sensing my youki. I slowly backed away, not wanting to wake him by causing discomfort of any kind. I sighed, changing out of the almost-pink school uniform I hated so much, and headed downstairs.
As much as I thought it was pointless, there was no getting around it.
I sighed, wandering into the kitchen.
I had homework . . . and chores . . . to do . . .
Though my mind often wandered back to a certain dark-haired figure sleeping upstairs . . .
(—on my bed.)
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A scent drifted up to me, and I wrinkled my brow at the unexpected fragrance. Opening a sleepy eye, I was immediately aware of the RED thing less than six inches away from my face. I instinctively pulled my head back, putting enough distance between me and the . . . rose.
I scoffed, leaning back down, my heart rate returning to normal. I scrutinized the harmless flower, a clear sign that the kitsune had been here. I inspected the rest of the house with my Jagan, finally finding him sprawled out on the couch, a pencil in his hand while he stared off into space, a thoughtful look on his face. That look soon changed . . . drastically . . . as a devious smile spread across his face. I 'hn'ed, flitting downstairs. What did the fox find so funny . . .
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Mmm . . . Hiei . . .
My thoughts drifted back into the gutter as I let my mind wander from my geometry homework.
The silver fox inside me kept running my mind back to Hiei . . . asleep . . . on my bed . . .
I tensed upon feeling his youki behind me, and slowly returned to my work, pretending I didn't realize he was there. After a few minutes (during which I attempted to finish a proof . . . and had no luck considering my youko half was fully aware of a very hot fire demon standing behind me . . . ) he came to stand behind the couch, to my left. I didn't look up.
"Hello, Hiei. Did you sleep well?"
"Hn." He scoffed, bringing the rose out from behind his back and holding it out to me by the end of the stem.
"You forgot something." NOW I glanced up, looking at him with what I knew was a wide-eyed, innocent expression.
"I did?" I let my gaze travel slowly from his eyes to the rose, then flicker back as I lifted a hand to take it.
"Ah . . . so I did . . . thank you, Hiei . . ." I gradually moved into a kneeling position on the couch, leaning over the back as though to take the flower from his hand, our gazes locked. Soon I was at his eye level, and reached out my right hand to take the edge of the stem from him. He let my fingers brush against his, then his face grew surprised. He looked down, taking in his hand so very lightly covered by my own, then looked back at me. I felt warm, and straightened over the couch more, leaning in towards him . . .
. . . . . . . .
And then he was gone.
I sighed, sitting back on my haunches and twiddling the rose idly in my hand.
Hiei . . .
I sighed once more, then placed the rejected flower on the coffee table, going back to the riveting world of theorems, corollaries and postulates.
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Hn. Baka kitsune . . . I thought as I rushed back upstairs. I blessed my speed for allowing me to get away, the blush now rising to my cheeks, too late to be noticed by anyone now. I sighed, and realized I was still tired . . . or so I led myself to believe. Deep down I knew I was just looking for another reason to be completely enveloped in the kitsune's scent . . . I found myself drifting off into a light doze quickly enough, completely surrounded by a comforting, invisible presence . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally finished with the wonderful world of doing the dishes, my homework DONE, I checked the clock.
NANI?!? Was it really that late??
I sighed, knowing that Hiei must have surely left by now . . .
Slowly, I wandered upstairs, opening the door to my room. I instantly sensed his ki, and smiled despite myself. Locking the door, I wandered over to the bed again, refusing the urge to lie down behind the small demon and wrap him into a warm embrace . . . I shook my head, going to take out my pajamas from the closet, then walking into the bathroom. I undressed and entered the shower, surprised at the nearly-burning temperature of the water. I shrank away from the scorching liquid after turning the heat down, waiting for it to cool to a level more bearable. As I waited I let my mind wander, noticing the traces of a certain scent around the room. I smiled wryly. Now THAT would explain why the shower was so hot now . . .
Mmm . . . Hiei . . . in the shower . . .
I shook my head, trying to dispel the less-than-innocent thoughts from my youko half, who merely scoffed at my embarrassment . . .
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I yawned as I stepped out of the shower, my hand rising to cover the widening mouth. I sleepily donned my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and pulled my long hair back into a simple braid.
Hey, it was late. I was tired. Why waste precious morning moments untangling the red locks? Braiding made everything so much SIMPLER . . .
Now that I had reassured myself of my masculinity (a.n./ -.-;; he's not a sissy, ALRIGHT?) . . .
I walked back into the room, smiling briefly at Hiei's sleeping form, snuggled under the covers of my bed. I hadn't realized I had been staring at him until I noticed myself yet AGAIN striding slowly over to the side of the bed, looking down at the sleeping fire youkai. The youko inside me was brimming with . . . interesting ideas. I shook my head clear of the hentai thoughts of my other half . . . and got out the spare cot, setting it on the floor next to him. I found a spare blanket and pillow as well, and set up a little spot on the floor.
I turned off the light, locking the door in case kasaan should think to walk in when she returned home tonight to 'check' on me. I chuckled inwardly at the ningen woman's concern. If she knew who and WHAT I truly was, then she would realize that I could take care of myself QUITE well, indeed . . .
I settled under the covers, closing my eyes and turning away from Hiei, trying to keep that half-koorime out of my mind . . . the knowledge that he was mere inches away from me . . . on MY bed . . . after a few minutes of this futile mind-game I sighed, turning back around and propping myself up on one elbow, staring up thoughtfully at the sleeping demon.
He was curled up in the blankets, his hands tucked under his neck with the knees drawn up . . . I could tell the latter by the fact that the covers were forming a lump not far down from the pillow. I smiled as he shifted in his sleep, the small mouth falling open a little. My youko side returned in full force, and I suddenly found myself kneeling on my knees next to the bed. I looked down softly at the unconscious Jaganshi, my hand finding its way to his face, brushing a few strands of dark hair out of his eyes. He stirred at the touch, and I drew my hand back, slightly worried that I had woken him. My fears were confirmed when one red eye cracked open sleepily, immediately followed by the other.
He was looking at me in utter surprise. I was frozen, unable to move, as I stared into those crimson depths . . .
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Kurama was gazing down at me, his eyes a strange color; one between their natural soft green and the youko's intense yellow. I was motionless as well, having caught the kitsune staring at me while I slept. We both remained frozen for what seemed like forever, and my eyes started to flicker down, observing the fox's mouth . . . his lips looked very . . . soft . . . I heard him clear his throat, and my gaze drifted back upwards, almost lazy in their slowness.
Wait . . . was the kitsune . . . blushing?
"Hiei . . ."He began, but I never let him get another word out. My speed a helpful asset, I suddenly kissed him lightly . . . testing to see if . . . well. His lips were softer than I had thought . . .
I smirked at the redhead's wide-eyed expression as I pulled back just as quickly, and flung the blankets off me in a moment. The rain had stopped . . . I heard no light drops of water falling on the roof, at any rate . . . and I could leave now. I stood, blurring over to where I had hung my clothes to dry, gathering them up in a second, but felt a barrier go up on the window as I turned to it, my sense picking up on the sparking youki. I looked back at Kurama, who had a very . . . strange look on his face. I gulped. I didn't like that grin . . . it spoke of . . . certain . . . THOUGHTS . . .
. . . actually . . . maybe I DID like that look . . .
I 'hn'ed, ignoring my OWN wandering thoughts.
"Fox." I said impatiently, inwardly wincing when his eyes sparked alluringly at the nickname.
"Yes, Hiei?" He said in an irresistibly charming voice, sending a shiver up my spine as he started walking closer to me, leaning down a bit. I swallowed almost invisibly, motioning to the window with a sharp nod, not taking my eyes off him.
"Let me out, Kurama." I growled . . . well . . . I TRIED to growl . . . it's hard to glare at someone who looking at you in such an . . . ah . . . INTERESTED way . . .
The fox stopped just in front of me, and I had to lift my head up a bit to meet his eyes. I ignored all outside distractions and, priding myself on such rigid self-discipline, glared at the kitsune with a look that commanded compliance.
. . . . . . . . .
Hn. Stupid fox.
It didn't have QUITE the reaction I was hoping for . . .
He tried to hide the chuckle, putting a hand to his mouth. But I could hear the muffled laughs filtering out from the hasty refuge. NOW I growled at him . . .
"Stupid fox . . ." I hissed under my breath, looking away to the window, where I could now discern the many thick vines crossing it.
Hn . . .
If I cut those vines at just the right spot, they would spring open . . .
Allowing me to escape . . .
"Hiei?" He asked, disturbing my thoughts. I looked back at him, shocked when I found his face scarcely two inches from my own. I tried to jump back, but found myself frozen. I looked down, narrowing my eyes at the vines entwining my legs. I looked back up at him, annoyed. Mirth shone in his green eyes at the glare, and he leaned, if possible, closer . . . his mouth right against my ear.
"I think . . . YOU'VE forgotten something . . . this time . . ." Trying to ignore his warm breath on my neck, I forced my tone to remain slightly ticked off.
"And what is that, baka kitsune?" I said, irritated. He chuckled, and now I felt something encircle my waist, pulling me closer to him. My body started to tense, and a warm tingle was starting to rise up from my lower stomach . . .
"That no one steals anything . . . from youko Kurama . . ." The other hand went around my neck and he moved his face back, his mouth now barely a breath from my own . . . those green eyes burning with an intensity I never knew his ningen half possessed . . .
"And gets away with it . . ."
The kiss started slowly, but I could feel the suppressed heat lingering behind it.
With me, as well . . . I finally responded to the insistent mouth . . .
We battled, our tongues tangling as the fight wore on . . . before a conclusion could be reached, though . . . we started to burn.
Kurama and I broke away at the same time, panting for air and he leaned down, resting his head on my shoulder and the other arm traveled downward, speaking softly, his hot breaths chilling me each time they faded away.
". . . Hi—hi . . . ei . . ."
WARNING!!!!
LEMON MORANG PIE AHEAD!!!!
(a.n./ please don't think less of me for this next scene T.T)
"H-hn . . . fox . . ." I responded, still regaining my breath . . . while trying to keep my dignity. He pulled me over towards the bed, and now I realized my legs had come free. I chanced a look back at the window . . . the thick vines had completely disappeared. Kurama realized where my thoughts were going, and the hands around my waist tightened.
"Oh no you don't . . ." He growled, and I blinked in surprise at the almost youko-like tone in his voice.
"You're not getting away this time . . ." He pulled me onto the bed, immediately rolling on top of me and fluidly pinning my arms above my head. He smirked down at me, the red locks falling over his shoulders, and the longer strands tickling my face. I growled.
"What's the idea, fox." I said in a low tone. His smirk deepened into that devious smile I had seen only once before, and he pressed his body against mine, lifting his head just so he was barely far enough away from my face to speak.
"This . . ." He whispered, taking my lips again in a much harder kiss. I growled against his mouth, which caused him to chuckle and pull away a bit, looking down at me with a slightly less-hungry expression.
"Don't you like it?" He asked, his emerald eyes now flickering between passion and disappointment. I 'hn'ed, finally taking the initiative again and kissing him, hard, on the lips. Baka . . . I sent to him mentally. He relaxed, his arms moving down to encircle my waist as he opened his mouth willingly, reinstating the war.
This time he won . . . pushing deeper into my throat while fiddling with my shirt. He pulled it up over my head, somehow managing to keep the intense moment uninterrupted. It was another long wait before he had to break away again, sitting up and putting most of his weight on my hips, as he straddled them, and hastily unbuttoning his own shirt. I moved quickly out from under him, as he was distracted, and pulled it off, then pushing him down on the bed, smirking at the annoyed, playful glare I got in return.
I wasn't going to let him get on top of me again . . .
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Suddenly, I found the tables turned. Hiei was smirking at his new position on top, looking down at me, his crimson eyes alight with barely- concealed passion. He moved his deft hands over my chest, scorching the skin they touched, leaving an empty tingle as they moved. I gasped as he suddenly leaned over me, taking light nips on my stomach, moving up until . . .
I moaned as the youkai took my tip into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin until the nub grew hard. Then he moved onto the other.
"Hi-hiei—"I managed to gasp out, and the dark head rose briefly to look at me, the ruby eyes surveying my flushed face. As I looked closer, I noticed his naturally pale face was growing red, as well . . . I pounced up on him, attacking the belts. I felt his skilled hands run softly over my chest as I fiddled with them, trying to distract me . . .
I managed to free all of the pieces of leather, then pulled the borrowed ningen clothes off him, exposing the perfect legs beneath. Smirking, he placed a hand on my own pants, burning them into nothing with a controlled flame in a matter of seconds. The searing flame against my skin was unbearable for a moment, but soon replaced with an all-too-welcome heat . . .
Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . .
Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . .
HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI—
HIEI!!!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
ah . . . . . . . ahh . . . . . . . . ah . . . . Hiei . . . .
He lay on top of me at the moment, the both of us utterly exhausted. I wrapped weary arms around my tired lover, and shifted to lie on my side, bringing him closer. He pulled the blankets up to cover us, and I buried my nose in his hair, sighing . . .
"Hiei . . ." I whispered, fatigue beginning to take over . . .
"Fox . . ." he acknowledged . . . his tone sounding just as sleepy as mine . . .
"Ai shitteru, Hiei . . . ai shitteru . . ."
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Well, ah . . . THAT was an interesting chappie.
Forgive me, this was my first time writing something like this u.u...
I couldn't bring myself to go into more detail . . . so I guess . . . is this what people call a lime?
. . . . I call it a lemon morang pie, light on the lemon, heavy on the morang ^-^;;
Gomen if you guys are disappointed in me now . . . I'll delete the last part and change it around if you guys are offended by it.
jus tell me in a review, ok?
I'll remove, it, no problem.
Peace out!
- Kita (^-^;;)
Kurama: o.o;;;
Hiei: o.o;;;;
Youko Kurama: XD
Shiori: . . . . O.O . . . . AHHHH!!!! MY ONLY SON!!!!!! :: promptly faints ::
Yusuke: . . . . . . O.O . . . . . . . . :: blinks, then coughs, it sounding suspiciously like a nervous laugh ::
Kuwabara: . . . . O.O . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (a.n./ it takes a while for it to sink in -.-;;) . . . . . . . . . AHHHHHHH!!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!!!! :: runs away into the distance, a trail of dust appearing behind him ::
Kita: :: shakes head in disappointment at herself for writing such a thing, then posting it . . . :: sigh . . .
Ja, minna-san . . .
Please don't hate me u.u...
And they know enough that those with both truly are blessed.
Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue.
Ok, here's another chapter so we can finally move on with the fic.
It is no longer a one-shot!! Sugoi!!!
err . . . . yeah . . . .
^-^;;;
Starts out in Kurama's POV . . . then shifts back and forth . . . heh . . . (-.-;;;;)
WARNING!!!! . . . . WARNING!!!!
LEMON MORANG PIE AHEAD!!!!
(which is why the rating has been upped from a 'G' to 'PG13' u.u;;)
I'LL TELL YOU WHEN IT GETS INTENSE SO DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO
. . . AND PLEASE, DON'T BE OFFENDED IF YOU DO READ!!!
( T.T please don't think me a pervert for the scene at the end . . . it jus flowed out of my mind, is all . . . :: cries :: it jus seemed to fit T.T :: many tears ::)
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Something tried to tug the corners of my mouth into a grin as I watched my fighting partner sleep. I suppressed a chuckle, walking over to the bed . . . finally noticing the seed clutched in my hand. I smiled now, though in amusement at myself . . . how paranoid of me . . . then again, habits forged in one thousand years of living in the Makai did not die so quickly . . .
Hiei shifted in his sleep, waking my thoughts. He looked so peaceful, I mused softly, so different than when he was awake . . . now he was unguarded . . . his face open and relaxed . . . for once . . . on impulse I grew the seed into a rose, and placed it on the pillow next to his head.
Hiei's Jagan then glowed slightly beneath the headband, sensing my youki. I slowly backed away, not wanting to wake him by causing discomfort of any kind. I sighed, changing out of the almost-pink school uniform I hated so much, and headed downstairs.
As much as I thought it was pointless, there was no getting around it.
I sighed, wandering into the kitchen.
I had homework . . . and chores . . . to do . . .
Though my mind often wandered back to a certain dark-haired figure sleeping upstairs . . .
(—on my bed.)
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A scent drifted up to me, and I wrinkled my brow at the unexpected fragrance. Opening a sleepy eye, I was immediately aware of the RED thing less than six inches away from my face. I instinctively pulled my head back, putting enough distance between me and the . . . rose.
I scoffed, leaning back down, my heart rate returning to normal. I scrutinized the harmless flower, a clear sign that the kitsune had been here. I inspected the rest of the house with my Jagan, finally finding him sprawled out on the couch, a pencil in his hand while he stared off into space, a thoughtful look on his face. That look soon changed . . . drastically . . . as a devious smile spread across his face. I 'hn'ed, flitting downstairs. What did the fox find so funny . . .
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Mmm . . . Hiei . . .
My thoughts drifted back into the gutter as I let my mind wander from my geometry homework.
The silver fox inside me kept running my mind back to Hiei . . . asleep . . . on my bed . . .
I tensed upon feeling his youki behind me, and slowly returned to my work, pretending I didn't realize he was there. After a few minutes (during which I attempted to finish a proof . . . and had no luck considering my youko half was fully aware of a very hot fire demon standing behind me . . . ) he came to stand behind the couch, to my left. I didn't look up.
"Hello, Hiei. Did you sleep well?"
"Hn." He scoffed, bringing the rose out from behind his back and holding it out to me by the end of the stem.
"You forgot something." NOW I glanced up, looking at him with what I knew was a wide-eyed, innocent expression.
"I did?" I let my gaze travel slowly from his eyes to the rose, then flicker back as I lifted a hand to take it.
"Ah . . . so I did . . . thank you, Hiei . . ." I gradually moved into a kneeling position on the couch, leaning over the back as though to take the flower from his hand, our gazes locked. Soon I was at his eye level, and reached out my right hand to take the edge of the stem from him. He let my fingers brush against his, then his face grew surprised. He looked down, taking in his hand so very lightly covered by my own, then looked back at me. I felt warm, and straightened over the couch more, leaning in towards him . . .
. . . . . . . .
And then he was gone.
I sighed, sitting back on my haunches and twiddling the rose idly in my hand.
Hiei . . .
I sighed once more, then placed the rejected flower on the coffee table, going back to the riveting world of theorems, corollaries and postulates.
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Hn. Baka kitsune . . . I thought as I rushed back upstairs. I blessed my speed for allowing me to get away, the blush now rising to my cheeks, too late to be noticed by anyone now. I sighed, and realized I was still tired . . . or so I led myself to believe. Deep down I knew I was just looking for another reason to be completely enveloped in the kitsune's scent . . . I found myself drifting off into a light doze quickly enough, completely surrounded by a comforting, invisible presence . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally finished with the wonderful world of doing the dishes, my homework DONE, I checked the clock.
NANI?!? Was it really that late??
I sighed, knowing that Hiei must have surely left by now . . .
Slowly, I wandered upstairs, opening the door to my room. I instantly sensed his ki, and smiled despite myself. Locking the door, I wandered over to the bed again, refusing the urge to lie down behind the small demon and wrap him into a warm embrace . . . I shook my head, going to take out my pajamas from the closet, then walking into the bathroom. I undressed and entered the shower, surprised at the nearly-burning temperature of the water. I shrank away from the scorching liquid after turning the heat down, waiting for it to cool to a level more bearable. As I waited I let my mind wander, noticing the traces of a certain scent around the room. I smiled wryly. Now THAT would explain why the shower was so hot now . . .
Mmm . . . Hiei . . . in the shower . . .
I shook my head, trying to dispel the less-than-innocent thoughts from my youko half, who merely scoffed at my embarrassment . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*
I yawned as I stepped out of the shower, my hand rising to cover the widening mouth. I sleepily donned my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and pulled my long hair back into a simple braid.
Hey, it was late. I was tired. Why waste precious morning moments untangling the red locks? Braiding made everything so much SIMPLER . . .
Now that I had reassured myself of my masculinity (a.n./ -.-;; he's not a sissy, ALRIGHT?) . . .
I walked back into the room, smiling briefly at Hiei's sleeping form, snuggled under the covers of my bed. I hadn't realized I had been staring at him until I noticed myself yet AGAIN striding slowly over to the side of the bed, looking down at the sleeping fire youkai. The youko inside me was brimming with . . . interesting ideas. I shook my head clear of the hentai thoughts of my other half . . . and got out the spare cot, setting it on the floor next to him. I found a spare blanket and pillow as well, and set up a little spot on the floor.
I turned off the light, locking the door in case kasaan should think to walk in when she returned home tonight to 'check' on me. I chuckled inwardly at the ningen woman's concern. If she knew who and WHAT I truly was, then she would realize that I could take care of myself QUITE well, indeed . . .
I settled under the covers, closing my eyes and turning away from Hiei, trying to keep that half-koorime out of my mind . . . the knowledge that he was mere inches away from me . . . on MY bed . . . after a few minutes of this futile mind-game I sighed, turning back around and propping myself up on one elbow, staring up thoughtfully at the sleeping demon.
He was curled up in the blankets, his hands tucked under his neck with the knees drawn up . . . I could tell the latter by the fact that the covers were forming a lump not far down from the pillow. I smiled as he shifted in his sleep, the small mouth falling open a little. My youko side returned in full force, and I suddenly found myself kneeling on my knees next to the bed. I looked down softly at the unconscious Jaganshi, my hand finding its way to his face, brushing a few strands of dark hair out of his eyes. He stirred at the touch, and I drew my hand back, slightly worried that I had woken him. My fears were confirmed when one red eye cracked open sleepily, immediately followed by the other.
He was looking at me in utter surprise. I was frozen, unable to move, as I stared into those crimson depths . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kurama was gazing down at me, his eyes a strange color; one between their natural soft green and the youko's intense yellow. I was motionless as well, having caught the kitsune staring at me while I slept. We both remained frozen for what seemed like forever, and my eyes started to flicker down, observing the fox's mouth . . . his lips looked very . . . soft . . . I heard him clear his throat, and my gaze drifted back upwards, almost lazy in their slowness.
Wait . . . was the kitsune . . . blushing?
"Hiei . . ."He began, but I never let him get another word out. My speed a helpful asset, I suddenly kissed him lightly . . . testing to see if . . . well. His lips were softer than I had thought . . .
I smirked at the redhead's wide-eyed expression as I pulled back just as quickly, and flung the blankets off me in a moment. The rain had stopped . . . I heard no light drops of water falling on the roof, at any rate . . . and I could leave now. I stood, blurring over to where I had hung my clothes to dry, gathering them up in a second, but felt a barrier go up on the window as I turned to it, my sense picking up on the sparking youki. I looked back at Kurama, who had a very . . . strange look on his face. I gulped. I didn't like that grin . . . it spoke of . . . certain . . . THOUGHTS . . .
. . . actually . . . maybe I DID like that look . . .
I 'hn'ed, ignoring my OWN wandering thoughts.
"Fox." I said impatiently, inwardly wincing when his eyes sparked alluringly at the nickname.
"Yes, Hiei?" He said in an irresistibly charming voice, sending a shiver up my spine as he started walking closer to me, leaning down a bit. I swallowed almost invisibly, motioning to the window with a sharp nod, not taking my eyes off him.
"Let me out, Kurama." I growled . . . well . . . I TRIED to growl . . . it's hard to glare at someone who looking at you in such an . . . ah . . . INTERESTED way . . .
The fox stopped just in front of me, and I had to lift my head up a bit to meet his eyes. I ignored all outside distractions and, priding myself on such rigid self-discipline, glared at the kitsune with a look that commanded compliance.
. . . . . . . . .
Hn. Stupid fox.
It didn't have QUITE the reaction I was hoping for . . .
He tried to hide the chuckle, putting a hand to his mouth. But I could hear the muffled laughs filtering out from the hasty refuge. NOW I growled at him . . .
"Stupid fox . . ." I hissed under my breath, looking away to the window, where I could now discern the many thick vines crossing it.
Hn . . .
If I cut those vines at just the right spot, they would spring open . . .
Allowing me to escape . . .
"Hiei?" He asked, disturbing my thoughts. I looked back at him, shocked when I found his face scarcely two inches from my own. I tried to jump back, but found myself frozen. I looked down, narrowing my eyes at the vines entwining my legs. I looked back up at him, annoyed. Mirth shone in his green eyes at the glare, and he leaned, if possible, closer . . . his mouth right against my ear.
"I think . . . YOU'VE forgotten something . . . this time . . ." Trying to ignore his warm breath on my neck, I forced my tone to remain slightly ticked off.
"And what is that, baka kitsune?" I said, irritated. He chuckled, and now I felt something encircle my waist, pulling me closer to him. My body started to tense, and a warm tingle was starting to rise up from my lower stomach . . .
"That no one steals anything . . . from youko Kurama . . ." The other hand went around my neck and he moved his face back, his mouth now barely a breath from my own . . . those green eyes burning with an intensity I never knew his ningen half possessed . . .
"And gets away with it . . ."
The kiss started slowly, but I could feel the suppressed heat lingering behind it.
With me, as well . . . I finally responded to the insistent mouth . . .
We battled, our tongues tangling as the fight wore on . . . before a conclusion could be reached, though . . . we started to burn.
Kurama and I broke away at the same time, panting for air and he leaned down, resting his head on my shoulder and the other arm traveled downward, speaking softly, his hot breaths chilling me each time they faded away.
". . . Hi—hi . . . ei . . ."
WARNING!!!!
LEMON MORANG PIE AHEAD!!!!
(a.n./ please don't think less of me for this next scene T.T)
"H-hn . . . fox . . ." I responded, still regaining my breath . . . while trying to keep my dignity. He pulled me over towards the bed, and now I realized my legs had come free. I chanced a look back at the window . . . the thick vines had completely disappeared. Kurama realized where my thoughts were going, and the hands around my waist tightened.
"Oh no you don't . . ." He growled, and I blinked in surprise at the almost youko-like tone in his voice.
"You're not getting away this time . . ." He pulled me onto the bed, immediately rolling on top of me and fluidly pinning my arms above my head. He smirked down at me, the red locks falling over his shoulders, and the longer strands tickling my face. I growled.
"What's the idea, fox." I said in a low tone. His smirk deepened into that devious smile I had seen only once before, and he pressed his body against mine, lifting his head just so he was barely far enough away from my face to speak.
"This . . ." He whispered, taking my lips again in a much harder kiss. I growled against his mouth, which caused him to chuckle and pull away a bit, looking down at me with a slightly less-hungry expression.
"Don't you like it?" He asked, his emerald eyes now flickering between passion and disappointment. I 'hn'ed, finally taking the initiative again and kissing him, hard, on the lips. Baka . . . I sent to him mentally. He relaxed, his arms moving down to encircle my waist as he opened his mouth willingly, reinstating the war.
This time he won . . . pushing deeper into my throat while fiddling with my shirt. He pulled it up over my head, somehow managing to keep the intense moment uninterrupted. It was another long wait before he had to break away again, sitting up and putting most of his weight on my hips, as he straddled them, and hastily unbuttoning his own shirt. I moved quickly out from under him, as he was distracted, and pulled it off, then pushing him down on the bed, smirking at the annoyed, playful glare I got in return.
I wasn't going to let him get on top of me again . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*
Suddenly, I found the tables turned. Hiei was smirking at his new position on top, looking down at me, his crimson eyes alight with barely- concealed passion. He moved his deft hands over my chest, scorching the skin they touched, leaving an empty tingle as they moved. I gasped as he suddenly leaned over me, taking light nips on my stomach, moving up until . . .
I moaned as the youkai took my tip into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin until the nub grew hard. Then he moved onto the other.
"Hi-hiei—"I managed to gasp out, and the dark head rose briefly to look at me, the ruby eyes surveying my flushed face. As I looked closer, I noticed his naturally pale face was growing red, as well . . . I pounced up on him, attacking the belts. I felt his skilled hands run softly over my chest as I fiddled with them, trying to distract me . . .
I managed to free all of the pieces of leather, then pulled the borrowed ningen clothes off him, exposing the perfect legs beneath. Smirking, he placed a hand on my own pants, burning them into nothing with a controlled flame in a matter of seconds. The searing flame against my skin was unbearable for a moment, but soon replaced with an all-too-welcome heat . . .
Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . . . . . Hiei . . . .
Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . . Hiei . . . .
HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI HIEI—
HIEI!!!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
ah . . . . . . . ahh . . . . . . . . ah . . . . Hiei . . . .
He lay on top of me at the moment, the both of us utterly exhausted. I wrapped weary arms around my tired lover, and shifted to lie on my side, bringing him closer. He pulled the blankets up to cover us, and I buried my nose in his hair, sighing . . .
"Hiei . . ." I whispered, fatigue beginning to take over . . .
"Fox . . ." he acknowledged . . . his tone sounding just as sleepy as mine . . .
"Ai shitteru, Hiei . . . ai shitteru . . ."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, ah . . . THAT was an interesting chappie.
Forgive me, this was my first time writing something like this u.u...
I couldn't bring myself to go into more detail . . . so I guess . . . is this what people call a lime?
. . . . I call it a lemon morang pie, light on the lemon, heavy on the morang ^-^;;
Gomen if you guys are disappointed in me now . . . I'll delete the last part and change it around if you guys are offended by it.
jus tell me in a review, ok?
I'll remove, it, no problem.
Peace out!
- Kita (^-^;;)
Kurama: o.o;;;
Hiei: o.o;;;;
Youko Kurama: XD
Shiori: . . . . O.O . . . . AHHHH!!!! MY ONLY SON!!!!!! :: promptly faints ::
Yusuke: . . . . . . O.O . . . . . . . . :: blinks, then coughs, it sounding suspiciously like a nervous laugh ::
Kuwabara: . . . . O.O . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (a.n./ it takes a while for it to sink in -.-;;) . . . . . . . . . AHHHHHHH!!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!!!! :: runs away into the distance, a trail of dust appearing behind him ::
Kita: :: shakes head in disappointment at herself for writing such a thing, then posting it . . . :: sigh . . .
Ja, minna-san . . .
Please don't hate me u.u...