Hi guys! Sorry for being gone so long. School started and I'm busy most of the time. I never knew college can be so much work! Anyways, I'd like to thank all of you who have readand reviewed this story.Even though I haven't updated for a long time, I still get reviews on this story. Thank you guys so much for the support! Ok, I'm not gonna keep you any longer. Here's chapter ten!

WARNING: This chapter contains adult/sexual scenes. If you do not wish to read this, feel free to skip it.

Chapter Ten: A Passionate Night

"It's not far," Matt said encouragingly.

Mimi's heart was jumping. Sora would undoubtedly say she was crazy for accompanying Matt to his apartment…too far, too fast. But he was holding her hand, taking her on his path and she couldn't let go, however far he intended to take her. The need to hold on to him was more compelling than any common sense arguments about how best to handle relationships.

Besides, this was different.

It would be impossible to keep her true identity hidden much longer. Since Matt said Maruko Iratoshi shone as a uniquely special woman to him, it seemed paramount to use every possible minute in his company finding out if he really meant it. Only then would Mimi have the confidence to tell the truth that she and Maruko are the same woman.

Seeing the home he'd chosen would also tell her more about him, although reason had little to do with the journey she was now taking. The hand holding hers was irresistible, it's warm possessive strength belonging to Matt…Matt, wanting her. The wanting felt so good, Mimi would have walked anywhere with him.

"Do you ever cook for yourself?" she asked, trying to sound normal, not so affected by his closeness and the invitation to even more closeness.

"Not much, the occasional breakfast."

Bed and breakfast…

She clamped down on the spoiling thought, but lost the will to ask any trivial questions. The nervous excitement of being with Matt consumed her and his silence seemed to transmit the same feeling…the urge to be alone with her.

She had no idea how far they walked, nor was she aware of anything they passed. It was as though she stepped into a dream world where wishes could come true.

He steered her into a huge marble archway into a foyer that featured a grand staircase winding upwards.

"Do we climb that?" she asked, her voice echoing around the high emptiness.

"It only leads to the floor of the offices," he answered briefly, drawing her towards an elevator to the side wall.

The doors slid open the moment he hit the UP button. They stepped inside and Matt took out a security card from his shirt pocket and inserted it into a slot on the control board before pressing the number 10. A tenth-floor apartment, directly overlooking the harbor would indeed be a fairyland for her, Mimi thought.

Would Matt treat her like a princess…or would she be coming down to earth with a thump? Again, she pushed the question aside.

When they emerged from the elevator, he released her hand to unlock and open the door to his apartment. For a moment, the loss of contact with him aroused a tremendous uncertainty of what she was doing. Then Matt opened the door and his eyes met hers, seeming to dare her to step inside.

Her heart turned over. It was like the old days…was she brave enough to keep up with him, do what he did, share the thrills and the spills?

Pride and the long-held desire of his approval made her feet move forward. Lights were switched on and the danger of entering his living room vanished. The immediate impact was warmly inviting and she walked on without worry, eager to see his private world, to match it to the man who now wanted her in his life.

"This is lovely, Matt!" she cried, eyeing the two long sofas which dominated the living room.

There was nothing intimidating here. The sofas were upholstered in forest-green velvet with tiny brown sprig patterns. Cushions in gold, brown and green arranged evenly on the armrests, and beautiful gold lamps stood on the side tables, giving a lovely mellow light.

A large square coffee table provided easy service for anyone seated on either sofa, and floor-to-ceiling curtains beyond it obviously hid a magnificent view. As she tried to imagine it, Matt walked passed her and operated the cord that pulled the curtains apart.

The scenery was breathtaking. "Oh!" she breathed in delight, instantly walking forward to see more. "It must be wonderful to look out and see this every day."

"Yes, there's always something interesting happening on the harbor, ships sailing, yacht racing, liners coming in." He was coming towards her, and his vibrant masculinity hit her like a big splash of water, making her heart beat faster. Suddenly he looked very sexy, his eyes glittering, his body emanating energy.

"I don't think you'll need this now," he said, removing her shawl and dropping it on the nearest sofa. His arm replaced it, curving around her shoulders and turning her as he gestured towards the dining room and the kitchen which had a bar separating the living room and kitchen.

"The open plan allows the view to be enjoyed from everywhere," he pointed out. The fingers stroking her upper arm tensed as he added. "You get a similar outlook from the master bedroom. Come and see."

She glanced up, sensing another underlying dare, a test of courage he would judge her on. His eyes briefly met hers; simmering with a challenge she didn't understand. Before she could even think, he dragged her along with him.

She was acutely conscious of his body heat and the muscular strength she was brushing against with each step they took made her stopped seeing anything. She moved in a blur, the word bedroom, pounding through her mind. Wild fears and hopes leapt through her, causing nervous havoc. There was a terrible intimate attraction about going to his bedroom, and somehow stopping what was happening wasn't an option.

Another door was opened; Matt left her near the bed while he moved to the table on the other side and switched on the light. Mimi stood transfixed by the richly sensual temptation in front of her.

"Is it real fur?" she asked, unable to stop herself from reaching out and touching the thick, luxurious softness of Matt's bedcover.

"No, it's fake."

"It feels real."

"It does, doesn't it? It's a high-quality fake." He walked back towards her, an ironic twist to his lips, his eyes glittering with a savage kind of mockery. "It looks right, it feels right. Good enough to fool anyone it's real. But it's fake…like you…"

"What?"

"…being the fairy princess. For children, you would seem very real, thought in reality you're a fake fantasy."

She straightened up, jolted by the comparison, feeling as though her integrity was being attacked.

He walked around the bed, hands out. "So I'm wondering…how real are you, Maruko?"

Did he suspect deception? Mimi struggled to collect herself. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He was close now; close enough for his eyes to burn into hers. "You come to me in different disguises, playing roles."

"Just dress-ups," she defended. "I'm the same person underneath."

He slid his arms under her waist and scooped her into full body contact with him. She didn't understand what was going on here, only that she seemed to be on trial and Matt was determined on not being fooled by her.

"You feel right," he said, his voice going straight to Mimi's heart. His fingers slid into her hair. "Do I feel right to you?"

Her body was quivering inside, whether from fear or excitement she didn't know. She remembered how it felt when he kissed her…

"Kiss me," she whispered; the need to set everything right between them was so urgent, she couldn't think of anything than that.

For a moment his eyes darkened like with troubling emotion. Panic increased Mimi's turmoil. It wasn't the answer he wanted. What was? What does he need from her?

Then his mouth crashed down on hers, hot and wild. It was not a kiss of sweet exploration. It was a passionate kiss, intent on smashing any barrier between them. A sumptuous testing of how far desire went, how real it was.

There was anger in it; frustration. Taking instead of giving, as though this was their one chance to get what they wanted. They were greedy for each other.

Mimi knew she was being reckless, but she didn't care. There was no turning back. Yamato Ishida was not in the lead now. She was holding him to her and reveling in the feel of his hard maleness pressed against her, his mouth exploding into hers again and again.

His hand went through her hair and scooped it off her back, hooking it over her shoulder as he found the head of her zipper and opened her dress. Instantly, Mimi dropped her hands to his shirt, tearing at the buttons.

Clothes hit the floor. Shoes were kicked off. Strong hands almost encircled her waist, lifting her off her feet. She was tossed onto the bed, sinking into its thick softness. Matt stood in front of her, his chest heaving, his eyes glittering over her. "You really want to go this far?" he demanded.

"I'm already this far," she fiercely retorted, stretching provocatively. "It's up to you to join me."

He certainly had the superior strength, but she had power too…the power of being the woman he wanted, and his very obvious erection made that undeniable. It was good he had to come to her, had to follow her because he needed to be with her.

She gloried into the sizzling flare in his eyes as he moved her legs apart with his knee. A flood of vulnerability suddenly attacked her sense of power, but Mimi wouldn't let it win.

Come and get me, she silently dared.

He took her mouth, invading it with such erotic passion, her body instinctively arched for the more intimate invasion. His head moved down to her breasts, taking their extended peaks in his mouth, and all she knew were the sweet bursts of pleasure he evoked with the suction of his mouth. Her fingers raked through his hair, intent on seizing control, moving him down to her need.

He moved lower and lower. A hand slid down the soft, moist folds between her legs, fingers stroking, circling, caressing…mesmerizing sensations. Her hands felt weak to even hold him. His touch was so intense; she closed her eyes and concentrated on her inner feelings.

The pleasuring touch was suddenly accompanied by a kiss so shockingly intimate she almost screamed with pleasure. He held her still and the shock melted away under the sweet flood of sensation his mouth brought, delicious waves peaking and spilling through her.

"Stop!" the cry ripped from her throat, driven by a need she couldn't hold back, couldn't control. "Come to me now, Matt! Now!"

He lifted his arm and placed it under her. He surged up and over her, making the entry she craved, the blissful joining, and a deep penetration that filled her with rightness…a stunningly ecstatic rightness.

"Yes…" she breathed on a burst of relief, all her inner muscles squeezing him, hugging the wonderful pleasure of him.

"Open your eyes." A raw need filled his command and Mimi instantly obeyed.

His eyes blazed into hers. "Don't close them. I will not be a fantasy. This is very…" he pulled back, leaving her momentarily devastated by the loss of deep connection. "…very real," he pushed forward so hard, Mimi screamed with pleasure.

Slowly, he repeated the withdrawal, leaving her quivering with anticipation until he came in again. "It feels good?" His eyes glittered, demanding her admission.

"Yes, yes…" she cried. "You must know it does. Why are you asking?"

"Because I want to hear you say it."

"Don't play with me, Matt." She lifted a hand to his face. "Just be with me. Don't you want that?"

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and without another word, moved them both into an all-consuming rhythm, a deep pounding of flesh against flesh that was totally intoxicating.

She loved the feel of him, loved the thought of him loving the feel of her. She didn't know how many times she climaxed around him. It was so wonderful that he didn't stop, that he wanted to go on and on. She used her hands to pleasure him, caressing his beautiful body, adoring it, feeling it, excitement stirred as he moved faster within her.

It was only right that he should come to climax too, and she urged him towards it using her whole body to give him what he had given her. And when he finally came, it was a magical sensation. The hot explosion of him so deeply inside her felt so good. Matt relaxing, hugging her tightly to him, the two of them joining as one.

He rolled onto his side, pulling her close to him. Contentment seeped through her and she wished this lovely feeling could last forever. Or was that a fantasy? The thought brought back the memory of what Matt said earlier. Unconsciously, she spoke, wanting to clear any misconception he had about what she was doing here with him.

"This isn't a fantasy to me, Matt. More like a dream come true."

What dream? He frowned, remembering how she continued to lie on who she really was, inviting him to kiss her, challenging him to take her, pleading for him to finish what he started. It was hard to even focus on it when he felt so good with her. But she still wasn't telling him the truth about herself.

Did she imagine taking him as her lover and showing him what he missed all these years? What's next? Slapping him in the face with who she was and then leave him with an unforgettable taste of what he could have had if he'd acted differently?

The buzz of torment in his mind was abruptly distracted by her mouth closing over his left nipple and she began licking and tugging it. The unexpected burst of erotic tingling made his fingers go through her hair, pulling her head up.

She looked at him, "You did it to me, Matt. Not it's your turn."

Her kisses sent out streams of excitement and her delicate fingers traced erotic paths allover him as she moved down his body. Then her hands were stroking him, lightly squeezing, making him swell with urgency.

He started to move, but she stopped him by putting an arm over his stomach as she took his long and hard maleness into her mouth and started sucking it.

His muscles tensed. He knew he couldn't control himself for long. She was taking him to the edge of control and suddenly he didn't want it that way. He moved forward, pulled her up and set her in front of him, burying himself inside her to feel her heat.

"Ride me," he invited.

She was a golden goddess and she could steal his soul anytime. Her eyes sparkled, she rode him slowly, savoring each long slide, and it was incredibly sexy. He reached for her breasts, feeling them move to her rhythm.

It went beyond sexual gratification. The desire for her didn't stop at climax. Her body was endlessly exciting, her mouth a sweet passion, her sense of sensuality more erotic than anything he'd ever known. She gave the words making love real meaning.

At six-thirty, the clock-radio beside his bed came on waking him. With a smile already gathering from the events of last night, Matt opened his eyes…and found Mimi gone from his bed, gone from his apartment…and there was nothing to say she would ever be with him again!
AN: Sorry for the last part, but I just had to put that. I bet most of you are wondering what happened. Was Matt having a dream? Was it real? Where did Mimi go? Is this her revenge to Matt?...(Evil laugh)…Find out in the next chapter.

Oh, and in case some of you forgot, Maruko Iratoshi is Mimi Tachikawa.

>I do not own this story…well, most of it.