Typing Lady: I'm back again, avoiding doing my homework, so instead I'm typing this chappie.

Ch. 5

Mahiru once released from Mitsuru's arms pulled him into the nearest room which was his. "Sit." She commanded, pushing him down on the bed. She watched him remove his shirt and moved behind him, sitting Indian style. Mahiru paused a moment before starting. Her fingers set to work on removing the gauze, her fingers brushing against his bare flesh.

Her fingers were cold on his back and he shivered. "Mahiru…were you serious when you made that promise?" Once the bandages were removed he turned to face her. "Mahiru?" Their eyes met and she nodded. "Good." He leaned over towards her and moved his lips over hers.

It was just an innocent moment Mitsuru's hand was soon behind Mahiru's head, push her face to his. He felt her lips part allowing him to deepen their kiss. Leaning further he forced her to fall back further onto his bed.

'Mitsuru…I waited so long.' Mahiru traced her index finger in a straight line, down his bare chest, stopping at his pants line. 'Flesh against flesh' Removing her hand she took both of his hands and placed them on her waist.

He pressed his hands onto her sides, sliding up so as her shirt covered his hands. Keeping them on her sides, his hands ran up her smooth flesh dragging Mahiru's shirt up to her shoulders, revealing bare flesh. Mitsuru pulled away from Mahiru opening his eyes. "wuh-We shouldn't." He stood.

"Mitsuru…please don't eave me alone anymore…" Her eyes pleaded as she sat up. Wrapping her arms around his waist and hugged him, her face buried into his stomach. She clung to him and several moments later felt tears falling on her head. When she saw Mitsuru was crying she started, "M-Mi-…"

"I'm sorry Mahiru." His eyes were squeezed shut tightly, but still his tears fell. He shook as he felt Mahiru's hand trace his spine. "Don't leave me alone anymore." "Never."

When he didn't withdraw after a minute Mahiru took that as a go ahead. She lay back on the on the bed, pulling him down on top of her. The heat flowing through her body was saying, 'More…I need more.' Her hands went to his waist.

Clothes were fought with and were discarded, till both were in only their undergarments. Each kiss they shared, each touch, showed their love, their passion. The air was soon thick with their soft moans and hard breathing.

Meanwhile…Downstairs

Three people sat gathered around a coffee table, looks of either disgust or happiness on their faces. Akira still all innocent and uncorrupted asked, "Hey what are they doin up there…are they fighting?" He watched Nozomu just grin and Misoka shoot a glare at the vampire. "Well?" asked the werewolf.

Nozomu opened his mouth to speak but Misoka cut him off. "It's best we not tell him Nozomu! He's old enough to know but not yet mature enough." They once again just sat in silence until they heard a scream.

It was all he could take, Nozomu burst out laughing, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. "OH god!" He cried.

Misoka kicked him under the table. "We should get to bed." He readjusted his glasses, looking back and forth at the two. "Not a word about tonight, ever. Understand?"

Akira nodded still confused and both wolf and fox waited for Nozomu to stop his fits of laughter. "F-F-Fine," he said, "I-I promise!"

TBC

Typing Lady: Wow that was a quick update. Think of it as making up for being late and now I go off, for I want some damn pizza. Laters!