Disclaimer: Gensomaden Saiyuki is the property of Kazuya Minekura and a lot of other people, none of whom are me.

Note: This wasn't meant to be a one-shot fic but it looked good on it's own. Good reviews will be highly appreciated while bad reviews will be chucked out the window at the risk of destroying my mother's laptop… Kidding.

To my English teacher: I know, I know, I'm using fragments. Sorry, couldn't resist.

Density

"There, let's see him resist this," Yaone smiled to herself as she examined her outfit in the mirror. It was her best one- a purple sheath that hugged her curves and brought out the saffron in her eyes. It also showed just the right amount of skin, leaving enough to the imagination. She was sure this would work. It had to. Her only other option was nudity, and she wasn't that desperate. Yet.

"Come on, get that thing…" Kougaiji leaned in the direction his spaceship swerved, firing a missile at the one ahead and missing. "It's a simple matter of shooting when it's in front of you, not two seconds later!"

His spaceship exploded.

BLEEP

GAME OVER

He swore under his breath, "Stupid game!" he yelled at the screen, "Stupid machine!" he yelled at his Playstation 2, throwing his controller at the ground.

"Kougaiji-sama…" Yaone entered, her hips swaying slightly asked she walked, her voice unusually low.

"Yeah?" he answered, not taking his eyes off the screen as he started from level one.

She sat down next to him on the floor, leaning on him and making sure to pull her skirt a few up centimeters. "Kougaiji-sama," she laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, "It's chilly in here, don't you think? Maybe we should…"

"If you feel a draft, you can close the windows. I don't mind," he mumbled distractedly. Yaone glared. Time for more drastic measures.

"Kougaiji-sama," she ran her hand down his arm and took hold of his controller, taking it from him and throwing it on the floor. She had pulled herself in front of him now, and was leaning towards him, their faces within centimeters, her thighs pressing against his knees. Kougaiji seemed surprised, though not unpleasantly so.

"Kougaiji-sama, don't you think there are better things for you to do than play TyroInvaders 3?"

He looked at her intentl, his eyes tracing the outlines of her face, stopping to meet her gaze directly. The look she gave him was fierce, but imploring.

"Yaone…"

"Hai, Kougaiji-sama?"

"If you want to use the Playstation, just say so.