Better Left Unsaid
He growled lightly, his long fingers running through her hair, a welcome and familiar gesture. He couldn't get enough of her lips, her scent, the way she seemed to become living fire beneath him even after all these years. It wasn't until the last moment that the demon heard the footsteps. The reed door rustled open.
Five pairs of eyes looked on in terror as she wiggled out from underneath her lover, wiping her hands free of imaginary dust and asking the group what they wanted. The youngest in the cluster of friends, innocent even after all he had seen, asked, "Kaede, were you playing with Toutousai?"
