Author's Note: Hey, it's the next chapter, I planned this chapter for last week but things got busy for me in school. Anyway, here is it…

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CHAPTER 5: Can Someone Please Tell Me…

He could not believe he's having such a peculiar conversation with his wife on their wedding night. Their WEDDING NIGHT!!!

After they had finished eating, Kurama began to feel Botan's awkwardness. He tried comforting her by holding her hand and putting his arms around her but she seemed to jump every time he touched her. And it's slowly driving him insane.

So, after the feast was over and they were alone in their chambers already, he turned to her and bluntly asked, "Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you tonight?"

Botan slowly nodded that Kurama smiled. At least, he's going to know now what's the matter with his wife. He waited for her to explain but she didn't.

"Well?"

To his surprise, Botan blushed and couldn't seem to look at him straight in the eyes. "Tonight, um –"

"Yes?"

"Will you insist that I share your bed?" she asked then turned away from him.

He finally understood the root of her anxiety. "Of course, sweetheart," he said softly.

But Botan didn't seem to notice the change in the tone of his voice. "May I not?"

Kurama was so stunned, he could not answer for quite some time. "I would need an heir, Botan," he managed to say after a minute.

Yes, that's right. He would need an heir, Botan thought. Demo, "We could adopt, you know."

Kurama had to shake his head in exasperation. Adopt? That's crazy! "Just for the record, I married you so I can share your bed."

Botan blushed at that and sat down on a couch. Kurama sat down on the couch opposite to hers. "You didn't have to be so blunt about that. You're not doing anything to ease my nervousness."

"You're nervous?" Kurama asked incredulously. He thought she was just shy, but he never thought she was nervous. Why the hell would she be nervous? She doesn't have anything to be nervous about!

Really, does this man know NOTHING? "Of course, I'm nervous! I'm – I'm inexperienced!"

Kurama had to smile at that. "I know that."

"Well, you don't have to be so cheerful about that, too," Botan snapped. Kami, this man is really so dense for someone as cunning as him. Didn't he know how to comfort a woman?

"Look, what is this about, really? Didn't your mother talked to you about these things and duties of the wives to their husbands?" he asked impatiently. It's going to be sunrise soon and Kami forbids if he still hadn't got laid by that time.

"Of course she did," she whispered and looked down on her feet. Kami, this is so embarrassing.

"And?"

"I don't think I'm going to like it," she said, still not looking at him, but she could tell he raised an eyebrow.

"You don't think I can pleasure you?" he asked, astonished. Nobody has ever complained about his lovemaking before!

Botan's head shot up but still, she wouldn't look at him in the eye so she fixed her gaze on his forehead. "It's not that… it's messy," she said, bewildered. Pleasure? Is lovemaking supposed to be pleasurable? She knew it was going to hurt, and anything that hurt is not pleasurable!

"Messy?" Kurama repeated and looked really astonished. Did her mom told her about the…the bodily fluids exchanged? Well, that was quite an explanation.

"Yeah. I'm supposed to bleed, right?" she asked, her voice cutting through his thoughts that he was forced to focus on the conversation they're having.

"Bleed? Yeah, the first time. I guess so," he said almost stupidly. Can someone please tell me again why I'm having this kind of conversation on my wedding night?

"You guess so? It is so," Botan insisted, her nervousness disappearing that she was able to look at him in the eye again.

"Yeah, whatever. I haven't bedded a virgin before, you know, so I don't really know about these stuffs. Aren't you supposed to know about these stuffs?" he asked.

"I see," Botan said, not noticing that a smile crept on her face. So, that's why the kitsune's acting so naïve, he's really naïve.

Kurama shifted on his seat and looked at her warmly. "Come here," he ordered.

"Would you come and get me if I don't obey?" she mocked me.

Kurama raised an eyebrow. "I won't try that if I were you. I'm not a very patient person and I don't know what I'm going to do with you if you don't come here now," he warned that, Botan began to feel frightened.

She took a step forward. Then another, and stopped that Kurama almost groaned. The slowness is killing him! "I'm still nervous," she announced in an unusual high-pitched voice.

"Then let me take your nervousness away," he suggested as he crooked his finger at her, beckoning her to him.

She took another step and stopped again. "How would I know if you can do that?"

He would have banged his head on the nearest wall in exasperation. Were all virgins this impossible? Of course, he could have bedded her already if he really wanted to, but he really wanted her to be willing. It's no fun forcing a woman to bed. "You have to trust me on this, sweetheart," he said.

"Okay," she said timidly before walking all the way towards him and stood nervously in front of him.

At that, Kurama smiled as he grabbed her waist and seated her on his lap. He began kissing her softly and slowly as his insides are doing crazy things now, wanting to increase the pace of their lovemaking, but, somehow, he held back, wanting her to be as wild for him as he was for her. Without breaking the kiss, he slowly undressed her.

When he reached for her nightgown, she began to panic. She would have screamed hadn't her lips locked with his. What's he doing? Her mind screamed as her mouth cannot. Of course, some of the logical reason seeped through her mind, it was but normal for him to do that, they're…making love. And she knew no one could make love with clothes on, right?

But then, does he have to touch her breast like that? She wondered even as she arched her back for more of his touch. Odd, but he seemed to have accomplished what he had promised her, that is, to take away her nervousness.

Then his lips began to move, down to her throat and shoulder to her breast. She shouldn't let him, of course, but how could she stop him when all logical thoughts flew away from her with even the simplest of his kiss and touch?

It wasn't before long when he entered her and she felt something ripped inside her. She would have cried in pain and ask him to get off her now hadn't he looked at her in the eye, an apologetic look on his face as he asked her if she's alright and if she wanted him to stop.

She didn't know what happened to her, but the thought that he cared for her well-being and even sacrifice his own convenience (she'd learned that it hurt when a man, somehow, er, didn't get his release, whatever that means as she had no idea what release her mother was talking about) to make way for her own, made her say that she's alright.

But still, Kurama did not move, telling him soothing words that he hoped would take her mind off the pain. Then, she shifted beneath him and both of them groaned at the rush of pleasure they both felt.

And then, they began to move. Each one keeping their pleasure in check as both of them wanted to prolong the pleasure to their limits and when they reached their climax, they both let out a satisfied moan. It was magical and perfect all at the same time.

Botan closed her eyes to catch her breath and when she opened them, she found Kurama staring at her that she began to blush and turned away from him. That's when she noticed they were in bed. How the hell did they get there?

"It's simple, really. I carried you," Kurama said from behind her that made her realize she spoke the words aloud. She turned to look at now her truly, lawfully husband and blushed at the closeness of her face to his. God, what's happening to her? She hadn't been shy around him, afraid, yes, at some point in time, but…shy? Nah, shyness had never been in her vocabulary.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders because she had turned her back on him again. Odd, but her action seemed like she didn't want him near her, and he should be hurt, no, not hurt, offended maybe. Instead, it pleased him.

"Nothing's wrong," she managed to choke out, feeling her heart race as he showered kisses on her back, what is he doing? She could feel her face burn and if this didn't stop, she thought her head might explode.

"If you think nothing's wrong, then there is definitely something wrong," he whispered in her ear naughtily that Botan turned to look at him again in awe. Is it really his natural self or he just wanted to annoy her. Didn't she just told him nothing's wrong? Why did he suddenly assumed something is?

Finally, she was able to look at his eyes, so gold, so beautiful, she thought. She might drown in it. Then, she felt his hands moving, from her back to her stomach, and because even if her head turned to look at him, her body remained turned from him. He then pressed her back on his naked chest, as his hands ventured upward, "Tell me," he said softly as he cupped her breasts.

"Tell you…what?" she asked, confused and would have slapped him when he smiled naughtily at her.

"What's wrong, onna? Can't think when I'm touching you?" he asked as he gave her breast a light squeeze.

"Hey," she yelped, glared at him and turned her body around so he would stop touching her breast (it tickles and it send shivers down her spine), but, unfortunately for her, his hands moved lower and squeezed her bottom as he smiled at him boyishly.

But she only realized that facing him fully was a wrong decision when he pressed her body close to him, her breast flat against his chest and her whole body glued to him. Now, that's not really awful and bad, in fact, she had enjoyed their lovemaking a while ago, but now that it's done, why can't he just leave her alone? Can't he tell her whole body's reacting to him? It's…embarrassing!

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked and bit her lip to keep from moaning from the sensation he's touch is doing to her. How dare he traced lazy circles around her back? It's sending shivers all over her body!

"Nothing," he said, unaware of the feeling that he stirred in her as he was contemplating what's happening to him. He usually did not cuddle, no, he never ever cuddled a woman after making love, er, sleeping with her and he's now surprised why he's cuddling his wife now. Before, all he need is a moments rest to catch his breath before doing it again.

But now, he rather liked cuddling in his arms his little wife, instead of touching her. Well, yeah, he must admit that he did like to touch her (that's why he's whole body is pressed against hers) but not doing something more than an occasional kiss and a squeeze.

"Why are you holding me?" she asked again that Kurama looked at her in exasperation.

"Why the hell not? You're my wife," he said and to prove his point, he kissed her throat and began stroking her hair. It felt silky against his hands and he smiled at that.

"It's embarrassing, you know," she blurted out that Kurama looked at her again, this time, dumbfounded.

"It's embarrassing that I'm holding you?" he asked, now utterly confused. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"No, no," she began, shaking her head at him so frantically, she began to feel dizzy, "not because you're holding me, I mean, yes, I did ask you why you are holding me but not because I'm embarrassed or I don't like it. It's okay, in fact, I rather like it, it made me feel safe and warm and I know I'm not really making any sense. But, you see, I'll try to explain," she said then paused to catch her breath, and perhaps, to think, "I'm embarrassed of what we did a while ago," she said and out of pure embarrassment, she hid her face at the crook of his neck so that he won't be able to see her blush.

"Why?" he asked softly.

But Botan did not heard him. She was so close to him, what with her face buried at the crook of his neck, and she could damn well smell his intoxicating scent – roses. It was different, though. Yes, even if the scent of roses is more suited for a woman and not for a man just like her husband, the scent somehow suited him. It didn't made him less masculine either. And even made him more sexy because he can carry it with style.

She would have continued inhaling his sweet scent if he didn't pull her away from him. "I asked you a question, wife."

"Huh?" she asked, completely bewildered.

"Why are you embarrassed?" he asked and smiled arrogantly at her. He knew he's the reason why his wife is embarrassed.

"Oh," she said as she finally remembered. "Well, I was wild and wanton, right?" she asked and though blushing, managed to look at him in the eye.

"No, you're not," he said, fighting the urge to smile. Well, for him, she hadn't been wild, (well, even if she is, he who cares? It would be better), just – passionate, and sexy, and wonderful, and he could go on and on about how she was for hours. It had been the best damned night he ever experienced even if he had just made love to her once, he thought. And he's dying to love her again VERY SOON!

"Did I disappoint you?" she asked again, wanting to hear his approval so badly. It is her first time and she would surely die of shame if she had disappointed her husband when he surely did not disappoint her. It was a very pleasant experience and she would not disagree if he wanted to do it every night. After all, it is his right.

"No," he said, seeing no need to elaborate.

"No what?"

He sighed. Is this woman for real or does she really tend to forget the conversation every ten seconds? "No, you did not disappoint me."

"And?" she asked, hoping for a compliment or two, at least.

"And what? Nothing."

Botan bolted off the bed. Her husband is such an insensitive bastard, not even trying to comfort her when she's so vulnerable.

"Hey, come here, woman! What are you doing?" he asked when he saw her get up and put on her chemise. He didn't want her clothed and certainly didn't want her away from his touch.

But Botan did not listen to him and went to the couch where she lay flat on her stomach, intending to fall asleep on that position. At least, the couch is softer than the bed she had back home.

She wanted to cry of shame, but she couldn't, her pride wouldn't let her so she just focused on falling asleep. But she was nowhere near her sleep when she felt someone sit beside her. She was surprised, she never heard him coming.

"Go away, I want to sleep," she said.

"No, not 'til you're not mad at me," he said softly as he began stroking her hair, making a hypnotic effect on her. "You're wanting a compliment, am I right?"

All that answered him is a sniff. His woman is now crying and because of what? Because he's too proud to even give her a compliment she rightfully deserve? He sighed. "Alright, alright. You were perfect, sweetheart."

"You're teasing me," she said as she sniffed again. Then sat up to face him. She saw her expression changed a little when she looked at his eyes.

"Crying doesn't suit you, and you will stop it this instant," he said almost roughly because he was so mad at himself. He had failed her. They hadn't been married for a day and he had already made her cry.

The abrupt order did its job and she suddenly stopped crying, her defiance showing in her eyes. "But you're teasing me."

"I'm not teasing you. Why the hell would I tease you?" he countered and narrowed his eyes at her. The woman is certainly different. She could be crying one second then mad the next. It was confusing to follow her moods.

"I don't know. For the heck of it, maybe," she said in irritation.

"Listen here, woman. I'm not teasing you just for the heck of it. You should believe me because I certainly don't lie," he said, irritation in his voice. He tried to comfort a woman and this is what he got. Great. Just great!

"How can you say you're honest when you're a thief?" she asked incredulously.

He looked at her in wonder. He never said he's honest, right? "I did not say I'm honest. I just don't lie. See the difference?"

"So, you're always telling the truth?" she asked and when he nodded, she smiled. "So you really mean it when you said that I'm, er, you know," she said then blushed.

"Let's get back to bed, alright?' he said. He'd already said what he needed to say and he won't repeat it again.

Botan, thinking she'd be able to rest and go to bed now, readily followed him to bed but when she started climbing onto it, he stopped her.

"You're not getting in here wearing that thing on," he said that Botan looked at him in wonder.

"Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"I want you to know that I don't want anything on us when we get to bed, alright?"

"But I'm not used to sleeping naked," she said and frowned as she felt her cheeks flushed. Damn her sudden shyness!

"We're not going to sleep, sweetheart," he said huskily and crooked his fingers at her.

"You mean you want to do it again?" she asked, eyes wide with disbelief. Well, she isn't necessary against the idea, but, can they really do it more than once tonight? The idea seemed so – passionate.

"Sweet, it's our wedding night. Of course, I would want to love you all night long. Now, come here before I come and get you," he warned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She hesitated at first, and then, "Alright," then took off her chemise and threw her body at her husband who began setting her body back on fire. Dear Kami, she married a very passionate lover!

Author's Note: I don't particularly like this chapter because I've written this in the middle of my writer's block so this is not my best. I tried to milden things up compared to the lemon in Ai Shiteru because of the ratings and because I find it particularly hard to write a lemon. It took me days to finish it and I tend to not like my work.

PS: Help, after this, I don't know what should happen, can anyone give me an idea? Please review!