A/N: I do not own this…don't know how many times I am going to have to say that…
Chapter three: the things they say
She tried to ignore him as best as she could. Yet, she couldn't help but look at him every couple of minutes. She felt unnerved by having him there with her. She didn't plan on having another person to worry about and she also had wasted her first kiss on him. But, she wasn't upset about it, in fact she thought it felt 'right'.
"No! It can not be true! There is no logical reason for it to happen! I, Misao Makimachi must remain strong! I cannot fail this simple mission because of a small bump in the road!" She would have continued if she didn't look and have her eyes lock with Enishi's. She lost track of time as she looked into his icy eyes. 'What am I supposed to do?' She asked herself quietly as neither one of them moved.
The feeling of being a deer spotted by the wolf did not leave her as she sat there motionless. Fully expecting a pair of sharp vicious jaws to clamp down upon her, but they never came. No teeth, no blood. No death, just a pair of icy eyes. They were so icy, yet she felt comfort from those eyes. It was wrong and she could tell, yet for an unknown reason, she wanted more, of what she could not tell. Before she could do anything, she saw that intense spark again and felt warm, moist lips crushing hers. And arms holding onto her in an odd, yet seductive way.
He felt something start to burn within his body from having his eyes locked with hers. Before he exploded he moved quicker then he thought possible and wrapped his arms around her lithe and firm body. While crushing his lips firmly against hers. He felt the silk of his outfit slide over his burning flesh like a phantom hand. This caused him to press her body closer to his. 'her non-resisting body' his mind told him as he felt her mouth open up to him.
He felt very hot, as if he was in the Chinese desert, yet he knew that was wrong. He couldn't place why until he felt himself, if that was correct. Well, he felt 'himself' getting aroused. It was wrong, yet somehow deliciously right. He felt her arms slowly rise up towards his neck. He paused his assault as those wandering hands slowly explored his faced and the other caressed the back of his neck and the fingers slid through his soft snowy hair. His mouth still held hers, until she moved slightly, at first he thought she was going to stop but instead she caressed his wet lips with her fingers. He didn't know now to react to her touches. Her other hand was massaging his neck and sifting through his hair.
It made him feel at ease, yet made him want more from her. He moved one of his arms slowly down her side. She was now having to straddle him while he sat on his knees. He leaned forward, just enough so her shoulders and upper back were touching the ground. He felt her legs tighten their hold on his waist as he did this. He knew he truly couldn't do anymore with her. For some reason he felt like he was going to taint her. Closing his eyes as he felt her arms wrap around his shoulders in an embrace, the tears he felt, trickled down and splashed onto her neck. The feeling changed and he gripped her. All of his pain would not stop.