Author's Note: Recognizing reviewers who I have yet to recognize: Tori The Fanfic Fan, Jamie Snyder, and Blackdragonofdarknessflames. You make me smile.

Yep, it's a lemon written per request from my perverted friends while I while still in the process of writing this story. I tried to at least put some intellectual thought into it. I probably failed. Read or not: I don't mind.

Chapter 26 (Hot/Cold)

Kita hates the rain. She hates it more than any other weather pattern. Rain is her lifetime foe. Rain is the culpable force behind the worst things that have happened to her. Her mother's death could partially be blamed on the rain because she probably wouldn't have transformed if she had only been sick and the weather was dry. Her father died on a rain-slicked pavement and they probably wouldn't have taken that route to the car if the weather had been agreeable. She was dripping wet from the rain when Hatori told her that Akito was going to die before the age of thirty. Rain is her arch nemesis. Rain is everything sad in her life.

She entered the main house like a recently brought back to life zombie, crippled walk, mussed hair, and, of course, head to toe soaked in that foul, freezing rain. As the balls of her feet pushed down on her shoes, more rainwater was squeezed out of their padded bottoms, drowning her feet in the pond-like confides of her footwear. Her violet hair clung to her face and neck allowing more drops to slid down her shirt and dampen her formally dry undergarments.

She kicked off her shoes and dropped her backpack, which had undergone similar torment after being exposed to the water of death. She trudged down the hall, her wet feet making high-pitched squeaks as they rubbed against the wood floor and the slapping sound of her drenched shirt hitting her back with every step being the sign that she was home. Hello, everyone!

"Oh, what have we here?" she heard a smooth voice ask. Akito stepped out from a side door, looking her up and down. "Kita's all wet." he observed. She noticed that he had stopped calling her 'little Kita' after what is now referred to as 'the Shigure incident.'

He stepped closer to her and put his long, bony hands on her waist. They felt so warm and inviting that Kita couldn't help closing her eyes. Usually, his hands were fairly cold but at this point, with icicles practically hanging from the tip of her nose, everything felt warmer than her.

"Why don't I help you get out of your wet clothes and warm you up?" he suggested pruriently, a wide smirk extending across his face. Kita knew it was a proposition. She would have had to be blind and deaf to not comprehend that and yet, she found herself nodding her head vigorously, begging him for it.

He moved one of his warm hands up to her face and placed an ardent kiss on her quivering lips. Kita let out a low groan as he heated her from the inside out. It was such a glorious assuagement that she couldn't help but want to draw more of his warmth from him but she resisted and didn't allow herself to touch him. He needed the warmth just as much as her. Maybe more. He was still sick after all.

She pulled away from his longing advances and walked into her room, whose door was right behind him. For a while he stood confused and angry, thinking she was leaving him, but when he turned around to question her, he saw her standing in the middle of the room like she was waiting for him. He closed his mouth and sauntered into the room, that lustful look in his eye returning as he approached the shivering girl.

Kita leaned forward, her lips puffed up a bit in preparation for that irresistible heat again but much to her disappointment, he didn't move. He simpered at her, enjoying how very desperate she was acting. Usually she had an almost come-what-may attitude towards his desires but today she seemed wanton, lascivious, more so than a few days ago when she had stayed home from school. No, this was different. This was much more intense.

Finally, after a minute of savoring her yearning for him, he wrapped his arms around her, rain be damned, and kissed her starting at her mouth and then moving to her neck as he fumbled with figuring out how to remove her uniform top.

Once he had successfully removed the top, he worked on sliding down her skirt as he kissed her stomach. Kita sighed as more of her damp attire was taken from her. It felt so comforting but she still didn't feel warm enough. Her fingers floated up to the hook at the front of her bra but he gently took them off it and unhooked it himself, licking the dip in her breastbone with his feverish forehead resting against her ribcage.

"I need...a shower." she said, dazed. She was feeling better but she needed hot water to really warm her up.

Without waiting for a response, she walked out of the room, not thinking about the fact that someone could see her practically naked, and went into the bathroom. She impulsively closed the door behind her and slid off her underwater as she turned the hot water faucet on and stepped underneath the steaming stream.

Akito confidently strode into the bathroom a little while behind her. By the time he had opened the door, she was already standing in the stall allowing the drops to raise her body temperature back to where it should rightfully be. He watched the tiny spheres trickle down her arched back, through her long hair, and over her pinkish legs. She leaned her head back to allow the water to caress her throat and drip down over her breasts and her stomach. Akito, now feeling fully stimulated, quickly stripped off his yukata and stepped into the stall behind her, pulling her back against his body, which now felt cold to her. Kita shuddered and stepped forward to pull him under the water and he smiled, the contained downpour drenching him too.

Kita could feel his erection pushing into her lower back as he kissed her neck, his mouth now the same temperature as the water. She turned around and kissed him roughly, molding her body to his and rubbing against him, causing a groan to emanate from his mouth, his hold on her growing limp.

I have power over him, Kita realized. Even though it may be only in this way and he doesn't even know it, I do have power over him.

Relishing in the moment, she pushed him back a bit so that he was standing against the wall. Slyly, Kita pulled away from him and placed a path of kisses down his protruding ribs and over his concave stomach until she was on her knees in front of him. Akito looked on in amazement as she ran her tongue along the underside of his hard-on. He moaned, frantically searching for something to hold onto as she touched the tip with her tongue, running it up and down. Remembering what happened last time they were in this situation and he tugged her hair, he looked for something else to hold, eventually deciding on a nearby towel rack.

She drew him into her mouth, now starting to understand the thrill associated with seeing your lover in such a state of bliss and torture.

"Kita...you...devil." Akito panted jokingly. Kita smiled and dragged her lips away in one long suck.

Once she stood up, Akito immediately grabbed her and pulled her into a powerful kiss.

"I...need...you." He said, through the side of his mouth.

He needs me, Kita thought. He loves me and he needs me. I wish I could be there for him all the time. Oh, I wish I could but there's no possible way. As much as he wants me to be devoted to him and only him forever, I don't know...

His hands moved down to cup her bottom and she stepped up onto the ledge of the bathtub so she was his height. He eased himself into her, creating a strange symphony of his out-of-breath pants and her pleasured cry. She wrapped her legs tightly around him as he pushed into her, her head being thrown back and their bodies rocking against each other as the water continued to pour down on their already slickly coated forms.

When they had both finished, Kita, legs still wound tightly around him, placed her chin on his shoulder and whispered almost comically into his ear, "It's ironic how you're the one to warm me when you're usually so cold."