Not-so-Dangerous Mission

by alitablake

Kyoko and Ren take advantage of their last few days as the Heels to explore their new relationship in Guam. Guam Arc rewrite. Lemony continuation of the Heel ARC.

6. Thrown

The alarm pierced through the room jarring Kyoko awake, which was unusual since she normally woke up before it. Her hand slapped down on the snooze and she fingered the clock trying to figure out how to turn it off. It was unfamiliar to her, and she struggled. Popping her head up, she squinted at the box, found the off switch, and flicked it over. Bed warm arms snuck around her and she was slowly being enclosed within them. She smiled to herself as a firm body radiated heat along her naked body. A blush erupted on her face. I can't believe I'm waking up naked next to Ren Tsuruga. No, scratch that… Kuon Hizuri!

His nose nuzzled behind her ear as his knee slipped between her legs to complete the full-body snuggle. He hummed happily and huskily whispered, "Good Morning, Love." A tiny soft kiss pressed behind her ear, next to her hair line making her smile widen and her blush deepen.

"Good morning," she mumbled as she buried her face in the crook of his arm. Kuon began to gently caress her, touching and stroking anything he could reach. She didn't think he meant it sexually, but having a naked man touch her naked body, Kyoko only knew how to take it one way.

"Um, do you mind if I use the restroom first?" She asked timidly, wanting a moment to regain sanity.

"By all means," he stated and lifted his right arm and slid his leg back from between hers.

She sat up. Her arm covered up her breasts instinctually but was caught by the sight of him. Even though she knew he slept naked, felt him naked next to her, seeing him so relaxed in that natural state made her heart hammer in her chest. He was covered from the waist down, but that didn't stop her from taking in the well-defined contours of his upper body. She licked her lips as her eyes gazed at the ripples of his abdomen, the wide plains of his hard chest, those small little nipples that seemed to be lighter in color than her own. Her fingers rubbed together wishing to touch him, to caress that wonderful taut skin once more.

"You keep looking at me like that, and I won't be held accountable for my actions," Kuon teased, bringing her attention to his face. Hauntingly beautiful green eyes met hers, sparkling with humor and swirling with a bit of lust.

The smirk on his face made her turn away. "I, um… didn't mean…S-sorry," she stammered.

He chuckled softly. "Don't be. I love the way you look at me." He sat up behind her. Her body straightened up as his fingers touched her back. She closed her eyes as his touch slid over her hip and around her waist. His breath was felt at the back of her neck before he softly confessed into her ear, "Especially since I'm guilty of looking at your naked body the same way." His tongue flicked out and licked her earlobe causing her to gasp. He proceeded to press soft kisses down her neck and her body leaned over to her left. His hands started to caress her. His right slid over her hip and down her outer thigh while his left moved up and cupped a breast that she was failing to hide.

Kyoko let out a little whimper as he molded her round flesh in the palm of his hand. His kisses got wetter and she felt him open his mouth and suck on a bit of flesh at her shoulder. His touch was making her lose herself once again. His hand caressing up and down her thighs made her knees shift back and forth, wishing to have that touch all over all at once. Her back arched as his left rubbed and pinched her nipple, his fingers squeezing and caressing her breast, and each little suck of his mouth on her skin was making things clench tightly inside of her.

He was sitting at an angle behind her but she was able to reach out and touch his thigh. It tensed under her touch as she glided down as far as she could and then back up. Her hand shamelessly touched over one of his most intimate spots. She could not reach his arousal, but feeling his increased urgency upon her body, she knew he was straining long, hard, and hot just beyond her touch.

The only issue is that Kyoko really needed to go to the restroom.

"Kuon," she whimpered softly and wiggled in his grip hoping that he would release her the same way he did before.

"Hmm," he replied as he kissed up her neck once more. His hand at her chest moved up with his lips, going towards her jaw. His fingers urged her to move her face towards him and she complied. Her mouth fell open at the press of his lips and groaned as his tongue swept inside of her mouth. Meanwhile, his right hand slid between her thighs and she shifted up in her seat, further against him. He must have thought that was encouragement because he shifted closer to her and his fingers found her desired state.

At the first touch of his hand, she jerked away and shouted, "I need to use the restroom!"

Kuon let her go. "Sorry," he apologized.

Kyoko was mortified, but mother nature would not wait any longer. She ran to the restroom and closed the door without looking back at Kuon, too afraid to see what expression was on his face. Once done, she couldn't help but notice what was wiped away from her body. She knew she was aroused by his actions, but to see the evidence of it displayed on the tissue was embarrassing. She was surprised the first time she cleaned up after they were done. She never knew how messy it was throughout the entire process even hours after. Things stayed slick and then got tacky if not taken care of. This morning she was slicker than before and while she would love to blame him, she knew better.

She washed her hands and contemplated taking a shower, but he was probably bursting to go too. She had to leave their only restroom, so he could use it. She cleaned up a little more in certain areas and then looked around the room wishing for a robe of some sort, but it was out there. Everything was out there.

With a deep breath, she opened the door and bravely faced him. Hopefully, he isn't still laughing at me.

He wasn't. Kuon was sitting at the head of the bed with his phone reading something. His head lifted when she appeared and he smiled sweetly at her. Her face burned at the sight of him and he tilted his head to the side curiously as she hid behind the corner timidly.

"I promise I won't bite," he teased and she huffed and completely hid from view.

She heard his soft laugh and it gave her the strength to face him. Twisting on the ball of her foot she turned the corner, bold and unashamed – at least on the outside….

"Th-the bathroom is free now, so your turn!" She declared and quickly jerked the bed sheets that were covering him off. Kuon didn't care one bit about that. He simply lifted his arms and the sheets fell away from his body at her overly strong pull and revealed a very excited man. Kyoko quickly pulled the bundle of sheets in her arms to hide her face.

"Well, I would go, but it's sort of difficult to do so while in this condition," he informed her in a casual but humor-tinted voice.

"Sorry!" She bellowed into the sheets.

"I would say it's not your fault, but it sort of is," he laughed.

"Don't laugh at me!" Kyoko flopped down to the floor and buried herself in the blankets at the base of the bed.

"Kyoko," Kuon called out to her. When she didn't move, the bed shifted around behind her. She felt his hand touch the crown of her hair and she covered that last bit of herself up. "I wasn't laughing at you, Love. I'm sorry if you thought I was." He sighed. "Are you upset at me?"

"No," she snapped and bundled herself up further into a blanket ball. "I'm embarrassed."

"Why?" He asked simply. The blanket ball shook as if saying no. She didn't want to say out loud the thing that got her to this point. Kuon sighed and found a lock of hair that she neglected to cover up and he reached out to play with it as he continued, "Is it because of earlier? I didn't mean to take it that far. While I would have loved to continue, it's okay if you say no."

"It's not that!"

Finally, Kyoko popped her head back out and looked at him. She was stunned to see him that close to her. He was laying on his stomach with his left forearm under his chin and his right hand was in the air between them. He was smiling sweetly, patiently, and looked so utterly adorable and handsome and… ugh! She licked her lips and tried to reset her brain. She looked down so that she wasn't so intimidated by his green eyes.

"I liked what we were doing, but then I…" her face burned and she tucked her mouth into the blankets, "then I needed to go and…" she mumbled the words into the sheets but he was close enough to understand her.

He smiled softly. "And?"

She sunk in lower as she softly stated, "I ruined the moment because I had to go."

His smile widened and he reached out to caress what was left of her, which was her forehead and a bit of her nose. His fingers caressed back stray strands of hair along her hairline and down her temple. She unconsciously rose her face as his fingertips ran down her cheek. He managed to get all the down to her chin where he lifted it and moved in to kiss her softly.

Kyoko looked up at him with wide gold eyes when he pulled back with a soft loving smile. "You didn't ruin anything, my love. I'm not so disillusioned to think that my lover is not human. You told me you had to go and I still got swept up in my desire for you and ignored your needs. If anyone should be ashamed it should be me." Her head shook a little and he pressed his thumb upon her lips.

"I'll let you in on a little secret."

She rose her eyebrow as his thumb ran across her lips and his green eyes darkened lustfully at her. "Nothing you show me could ever dissuade me from wanting you. If you came back as soon as you were done and wanted to continue, I'd be buried deep inside of you right now trying to make every breath you take come out in a scream to fill the room."

Kyoko gasped and twisted her face away from his hand to hide her crimson face. He leaned in and kissed the top of her head. "Don't be embarrassed for doing what is natural, sweetheart. I certainly hope you don't think less of me for doing the same thing," he finished and pulled away. Kyoko blinked as he twisted off the bed. She lowered her eyes as he walked around naked and a moment later the bathroom door closed behind him.

When Kuon took his time to clean up - brush his teeth and hair, washed his face. He wanted to give her time alone to rid herself of the embarrassment she found at every corner. Once he came back out, he heard her voice talking softly, ordering breakfast. "Coffee too please." He rounded the corner and she looked up and immediately looked down with a blush. "Uhhh… y-yes, cream and sugar." Kuon smiled and stalked up to her, slowly crawling up on the bed she sat on. She glanced back at him and quickly closed her eyes trying to concentrate on the call. He made his presence known by slipping behind her. His bare legs appeared on each side of her, and his arms moved to embrace her. His face nuzzled between her neck and robe as his hands crept around her waist.

"That's right," she confirmed and lifted her hand to push him away. It didn't work since he simply took it and started kissing her palm, her wrist, and further down her arm. "Twenty minutes?" She pulled out of his grip and twisted away from him to finish the call.

"That's perfect. Tha…a…" She jumped as he slipped his hand between the front opening of the robe reaching for her chest. His fingers stroked over her left breast and rolled over her nipple. "Thank you! Bye," she shot out and hung up the phone with more force than necessary. He was focusing so much on that hard little tip, pinching and gently tugging it making her shake.

"Kuon! I was on the phone," she whined and bent over trying to escape his fingers.

"I couldn't help myself," he professed, his voice soft in her ear. "I came over and you were peeking through the robe," he stated and then molded her breast in his large hand and squeezed. She didn't understand how her meager breast could fill his hand, but the way he held her, it felt like his whole hand was on her tender flesh. He pulled her back up to lean against his chest. Her head fell on his shoulder and thankfully his touch started to trail up to her shoulder.

"I was not peeking! You opened the robe," she accused and bundled the cloth closer to her chest.

His fingers dragged up her neck to gently lift her chin towards him. Kyoko swallowed at the sinful look on his face. "If I wanted the robe open, I would simply open it," he stated and kissed her. She groaned and felt her body lean back as he devoured her from above. He lightly ran his fingertips along her jaw and down her neck. She pulled in air through her nose noisily as he tickled down her skin. The mass of his hand pushed the robe apart as he moved between her breasts.

She had no idea where her hands went as he slowly revealed her body with the most torturously light touch. They were completely failing at keeping her modesty. Her world was slowly sinking as he mindlessly kissed her. Her breath hitched as her back hit the bed and he pulled away looking darkly over her. His lips were red, wet, and swollen from their kiss, looking full and alluring. His green eyes shifted down as his hand glided up from her hip along the side of her body. A shaky breath filled her lungs as he ran his hand up and cupped her breast.

Her eyes instinctively closed and she felt his breath on her skin before the heat of his mouth captured her mound. Her legs shifted back and forth against each other as he suckled her tip. A soft little moan escaped her as he moved over to the other breast. This one was aching from the lack of attention and the moment he finally touched her it sent a shock through her.

The bed dipped around her as he shifted. His hands glided down her body to her thighs and she lifted her knee towards his touch. He gripped her and shifted her body over slightly. Blinking up at him, he had shifted them on the bed a little more center and was now moving down as he spread her thighs apart.

Her back arched at the first touch of his tongue at her folds. His touch tickled at first and her hips shifted under him. He caressed her thigh softly as he patiently licked her. He didn't seem to be in any hurry as he tasted her. The tip of his tongue traced up her lips and thrust inside of her before nudging her awakening clit. She had no idea how long it took, but soon her breath was unsteady and her hands were clenching at the sheets beneath her.

Kuon changed tempo as her body started to tense. He dipped down to thrust his tongue within her and she groaned in frustration. Her hips rocked up against his face and his hand came down her thigh and pushed her down. She took a breath to plead and beg him back up when he did so on his own. Her knees fell further apart and her hips trembled in anticipation as he circled the bundle of nerves with his tongue. She planted her foot on his shoulder, rocked up, and cried out into the room as he thrust two of his fingers inside of her.

"Aaaah... ha…ha," she moaned out with each breath as her body trembled on the bed. His mouth worked her clit as his fingers plunged inside of her, overwhelming her with the feeling of him filling her with dexterous fingers. The pressure from his hand was twisting the pleasure from his mouth on her clit to something deeper inside of her. It stretched it as he hit something within her that sent waves of pleasure through her. His tongue came out and lapped over her, making her body jerk up, and then his fingers added to the intensity.

She could hear the wet sounds of her body as he played with her, making her body move and her voice sing with his mouth and hands. She kept expecting the feeling to become too much, to climax and feel the rush, but it wasn't happening. He was keeping her on the high and her body was continuously convulsing with every passing moment. Kuon kept up with her wild movements, and she somehow found her hips being raised by him. He let her go feeling breathless and her mind and body were melted. Her sex was tinkling and throbbing from the attention. She could somewhat feel Kuon moving, his hands on her hips, butt, and thighs. The heat of his body was still there, but she couldn't find it in her to do much but catch up with herself. Her body began to lower but her right leg was captured in his arm. She was on her side, and it wasn't until she felt him probing her entrance did she realize he was far from done with her.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and an alarm filled her. She tried to pull back her leg but Kuon tightened his grip, and she felt the tip of him slip within her.

"Kuon," she whimpered and he shifted his knees closer to her.

He twisted his head towards the door and bellowed, "LEAVE IT AT THE DOOR!" He returned his sight to her, adjusted his grip on her leg, and then claimed her in one fluid motion. Kyoko cried out, her eyes shut closed and her forehead fell onto the bed. She buried her mouth into her robe to muffle the moaning he pulled out of her. His hips stilled and the light around her darken and she felt her body start to curl in towards herself. She shifted slightly to her back and saw Kuon leaning over her. His hand reached out toward her and pulled the cloth away from her face.

"I want to hear you," he told her in a deep voice. His hand touched her face, his thumb ran across her lower lip. "Every little whimper, every moan, and scream let me know if I am pleasing you. Don't hold back." She swallowed and licked her lips before nodding.

She thought he was going to go back up on his knees, but instead, he balanced himself on his hands beside her body and rose his knees up enough to grind his hips against hers. She whimpered as the hard length of him shifted inside of her. Her legs were still split apart, one pinned beneath him, the other high in the air over his forearm. He leaned to her left and rocked his hips within her. The air rushed out of her lungs as he tested his position and he groaned softly as his body took on a steady rhythm. She bit her lip, suddenly feeling shy with her voice after what he said, but with every little pulse within her jaw dropped and the air was forced out of her. The arousal from her body made it easier for him to move, driving in faster and harder and she couldn't stop her voice from crying out.

"God, Kyoko," he moaned out her name and she glanced up at him. His eyes were closed and his forehead was furrowed as he panted above her. The position forced her on her side, but she could twist slightly to her back allowing her to reach out and touch him. His eyes opened to meet hers as her hand stroked up his chest and curled around his neck. He dropped his head allowing her fingers to sink into his hair while his body continued to move into her.

He straightened up and her hand slipped down to his chest and fell away. His movements became shorter and deeper and she knew he was close. That was fine. He already did so much to her, she wondered if she had another one in her. His knees slipped out wide, lowering his hips and allowing him to rotate his hips to keep up the momentum. There was a look of almost pained concentration on his face. He slowed down his motions, pulling himself out of her almost completely before rocking back in with a long deep thrust. It made her body bounce at every push. He closed his eyes and let his head drop as he relished in the feel of her around him.

He hiked her up again and lifted his free hand to his face. She watched him lick his fingers and then reach down and start to rub back and forth across her clit. Her body started to shake as he stimulated her. With him hitting deep inside of her and the electric little shocks that came from that button, she started to clench and her body was forced over the edge. She cried out into the sheets, her body trembling as he groaned a heartbeat later and ground against her to finally let go and allowed himself that blissful release.

She collapsed on her side when he let her go. His hands ran over her body and he leaned down and kissed her shoulder and back. He combed back her hair and kissed her earlobe. "I'll get the food," he said softly and she didn't have it in her to reply. Kyoko sighed and let herself rest in the glow. She heard him in the bathroom, and she idle wondered if he put something on before opening the door to the outside world. She didn't have the will to look and simply prayed that he at least had that much modesty.

The smell of food quickly permeated the room. She blinked to see him walk past the bed and set a large tray of food and a carafe of coffee on the small table in the room. He did put on a robe, thank goodness. He glanced over at her still laying on the bed and he smiled. "Aren't you going to come and eat?"

"In a minute," she mumbled, and he let out a very masculine chuckle.

Kuon walked up to her and placed a knee up on the bed next to her. She groaned as he pulled her onto her back and then he took her arm to lift her. She laughed as he gathered her up within his arms. Her arms were still in the robe from earlier, and now it draped loosely behind her with it bundled up at her biceps. She leaned her head on his shoulder and loosely hugged him. He lifted his right arm to bring her shoulders up and her face closer to his. He softly kissed her which brought out a soft pleased sigh from her. He walked to the closest chair at the small table and carefully set her down.

"Thank you," she cooed.

Kuon smiled sweetly at her and kissed her forehead. "Anytime."

She blushed but the sappy grin was left on her face. The way she ended up on the robe was awkward, so she adjusted it once he pulled away. She loosely wrapped it around her bare body and watched as he lifted the carafe and poured them each a cup of coffee. The smell of the brew wafted around them and she inhaled deeply. He set her cup closer to her and then set the small bowl of individual creamers and packages of sugar over to her.

She giggled. "Are you going to feed me too?"

He rose an eyebrow at her. "Would you let me?"

"Ah... um… I…" she flushed and then shook her head quickly.

"I thought so," he smiled. "But I can do everything up to that point for you," he stated as he removed the first cloche.

"That one is mine," Kyoko announced as she stirred her spoon in the cup. He lifted the plate to set it in front of her. On it was two sunny side-up eggs that were on top of a pile of red rice. Then there was a ring of some sort of breakfast sausage around it. It was a simple dish and he hoped his meal was similar. He sat down with his dish still covered. He took a sip of his black coffee before facing his doom. His looked like standard eggs benedict. There was a single serving with a side of diced red potatoes. This he could do.

"Did I do good?" she asked curiously.

"Do I have to eat it all?"

She sighed in defeat. "As much as you can. Do you not like it? You can have mine if you don't like yours?" She offered even though she already started eating it.

"No, it's fine. I like eggs benedict, but I make no promises on the potatoes."

Kyoko instantly brightened. "No problem," she cheered and her fork came over and stabbed a few of his potatoes onto it. She smiled happily and popped them into her mouth. He begrudgingly lifted his fork to start tackling this mountain of food. At the first bite, he realized it wasn't a normal eggs benedict. The meat was spicy but everything else about it was the same. He figured it was cultural change. It didn't bother him. He could eat almost anything so long as it was in small quantities. Especially when his girl sat so cutely on the other side of him, smiling with her eyes twinkling at every forced bite he took.

Only she could ever get me to eat like this.

"Today you'll be killing a bunch of extras, right?"

He smiled at her phrasing. "Yeah. That will take up most of the morning, and then the main cast will be in and out on some of the main scenes."

She hummed and nodded with a mouth full of food. Once she swallowed, she murmured, "Then a full day again."

The tone in her voice made him look at her. "Is that bad?"

"Hmm?" She looked up confused. "Oh, no. It's fine! I'll get to see a lot of fun scenes again. I was thinking about what to wear. I thought I packed well, but I'll have to go through the suitcase Jelly brought to see if she has better options."

"Or you can sit comfortably in the air-conditioned lobby with the rest of the crew," he suggested and Setsu glared at him.

"No," she snapped. "First off, I can't see you act when I'm inside. Second, I would then have to hear the mindless drivel that your so-called co-stars spew." She reached over and stabbed another couple of pieces of potatoes from his plate and then a sausage circle from hers. "Besides…" she pulled her loaded fork over but hesitated to smirk nefariously at him. "Do you want me in a room sharing a couch with Murasame? He might start talking to me while you are busy outside killing people." She aggressively ripped the food off her fork and teased him with a flash of teeth.

He growled, "He would literally be one of them if he dared talked to you."

She pretended to look indifferent as she lifted her cup of coffee to take a sip. "Hmm, he's not one to back down from a fight with you. Maybe I'm worth the risk."

"You are worth every risk in the world, but he does Not get to talk to you," he fumed.

"Yes, Nii-san. I'm yours and yours alone," she purred as she set the cup down. "So the next question, do you think they will let me wear a swimsuit to the set? Maybe I can sunbathe while you work."

"How about I handcuff you to the bed, lock you in this room for the day and then I'll let you out once I'm done," Cain retorted.

"Ah you had something going on during the first part and then you lost me," she pouted. "Fine." She was done with her meal and stood up. "Let the battle begin. BUT you only get 2 clothing vetoes. I'm not spending the next hour changing five different times," she declared and took another piece from his plate.

Cain grabbed her hand before she could escape with it. "Maybe if you stopped buying such revealing clothes, you wouldn't need to change so much."

'I'll have you know that none of the clothes were bought by yours truly." She hesitated and amended, "except the panties." She smirked and rocked her shoulder back to make the loose robe fall off down her arm. "Besides, I thought you liked a little skin."

He jerked her forward and she fell into his lap. Setsu was still riding her body, and she smiled at the attention of her big brother. Instead of shock or outrage, Setsu cuddled up against him. He leaned down, opened his mouth wide, and licked her bared shoulder. Goosebumps rose along her skin as he left a wet trail across her shoulder to her collarbone. He made her captured hand wrap around his neck and took her chin to raise her lips towards his. She licked them eager for his touch.

"It's my skin, and I don't like them looking at what is mine," he scowled. His hand came over and pulled the cloth back up. It was her turn to hold his hand, stopping his motion.

"But I like it when you look at me," she confessed and then guided his hand to her other shoulder that wasn't pinned against him, and with their combined efforts, she exposed her breast to him. His eyes hungrily looked at her. She trailed her fingertips over the hand that clenched the cloth. "I like the way you look at me too. As if, you can't get enough of me even when you currently have me."

There was a rumble in his chest before he jerked her up and claimed her offer between his lips. Her arm tensed around his neck to help get closer. His hand dragged down her back to her butt and squeezed a cheek. The cloth shifted up her body and he took advantage of that. Kyoko moaned as his hand shot under the terry cloth burning along her bare skin. Kuon licked up her chest and lifted his head to scorch her lips with his.

He pulled away and whispered her name, "Kyoko." Blinking, her mind unwilling to think, simply hummed in reply. He continued, "You don't really want to wear a swimsuit to the set, right?"

She shook her head. "I didn't pack one."

"That is not…" he groaned. "I'm not trying to control what you wear, but I see the way the crew and that guy look at you when you wear those short shorts or the crop tops Setsu wears and all I want to do is hide you away."

Kyoko frowned. "What guy?"

"Murasame," he growled, making her snort.

"There is no way he is interested in Setsuka. He has this look of disgust every time we go near him."

"That's because he thinks her brother is doing things to her," his hand slipped down and groped her butt. "Not her unrelated lover."

She shook her head. "Either way, our relationship has driven him off, so what's the big deal? It's hot and I don't want to be a ball a sweat again today," she whined and then frowned. "And how is it that you are not dying in your costume! You are wearing a trench coat with a hood and gloves and boots! I was dying in a skirt and crop top.

"It's practice," he told her. "When you amass experience as an actor, you begin to control it by yourself, so that you don't sweat during a shoot." Kyoko's eyes widened as he continued. "Effort and Will power. I apply self-hypnosis: "Since I don't have sweat glands, sweat has nothing to do with me."

"Seriously?! You can do that?!"

He smiled. "No." Kyoko deflated and he answered her honestly with laughter in his voice, "I don't know why but my constitution became this way without thinking about it." He gave it another thought. "And really good make-up," he added.

"Bully," she grumbled. She pushed off his lap and he let her go. She glared at him. "Besides, I know you sweat. It just needs to be the right activity." She finished with a knowing smile. Kuon lunged forward and she screamed and ran away from him while laughing.

They were late as per the norm. Kyoko went through Jelly's suitcase and managed to find something suitable to wear. There was even a black swimsuit which Kuon quickly snatched from her hands and tossed to the other side of the room. That made her laugh but Setsuka scowled at him for it. She found a white skirt that was breezy but hit her knee. None of the tops in Jelly's case were acceptable to Kuon so she grabbed a dark blue shirt with lots of holes from her suitcase. She honestly wanted to wear something else. The skirt hugged her waist with layers to make it fuller. The top was too dark a color. It had buckles and aesthetic layers that would only make it hotter as well as it hugging down to her elbow even with the cut along her bicep – hot, hot, hot. Shorts, a shorter skirt, or a sleeveless top would have been better, but there wasn't enough time to argue, so she went with it. Especially since she had to take the time to pin all of Setsuka's hair up. That was definitely going to stay away from her neck this time.

As soon as they arrived on the set, everyone started moving. Cain was rushed off to make-up where the crew has gotten forcibly much better and faster with his make-up. Kyoko bit her lip as she watched them leave wondering if any love bites would need to be covered.

Who cares. Setsu screamed in her head and forced her to move on. Setsu went into the waiting room with the snacks and drinks knowing she would want water or five before the first break. The main cast was already in there chatting. She could hear them long before she reached the open door. They were there on time, though because of Cain, no doubt their on-time was much later than a normal shooting schedule. Hopefully, Director Konoe manipulated everyone's schedule because of Cain. Kyoko wanted to bow down in shame thinking that the entire Tragic Marker production team was forced to deal with their character's quirk, but Ren was never fired so there was nothing to be done.

The chatter went deathly quiet as soon as she appeared at the door. It startled her for half a breath before Setsu's attitude pushed her through with an air of arrogance. She went straight to the cooler for the water when the only stupid one in the group came up to her.

"Setsu-chan!" Manaka came up to her in her bubble of energy.

She planned to ignore her, but the girl was directly in her way when Setsu turned to leave.

"Setsu-chan is Cain-san…"

"HEEL-SAN," Setsu stated rudely. "You will call me Heel-san, and you should never refer to my brother in any way."

Manaka giggled unafraid of what Setsu might do. "He's never minded me calling him by his given name," she told her and Setsu nearly crushed the unopen water bottle in her hand. "Is Cain-san in make-up now?"

Setsu's lip curled into a sneer, and answered her sarcastically, "No. He is still in bed sleeping. I just came here because I thought it would be entertaining to watch all of you suffer waiting for him." Manaka seemed to be thinking about what she said and that gave Setsu a moment to step around her to get out of the room.

Murasame was sitting on the edge of the couch which she would have to pass by to leave. "As if you would ever leave your precious Nii-san's side," he grumbled under his breath but loud enough for her to hear. She stopped right beside him, close enough for her skirt to brush against his bicep. He did not shift away and neither did she. She glared down at him. His eyes looked up at her face and she saw his eyes drift down the length of her body. She cocked an eyebrow realizing that what Kuon told her was correct. This man found her attractive. Interesting… He was casually dressed in a sleeveless v-neck shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He was ready to face the heat and she was envious of it.

Still, what he meant as an insult, she agreed with. She uncharacteristically smiled at him and that was what made him back up. She bent down so that they would be face to face and his eyes drifted down to her plunging neckline. Too bad for him, that the top was too tight to gape and her modest breast size did not give him any free shows. "That's right. Good Boy, Mura-chii, at least someone here can learn," she mocked him and lightly patted his head twice before he slapped her hand away.

She pulled her hand back but grinned at him. "Feisty but trainable," she leaned in and he leaned back further. "Given the right mistress," she whispered and his eyes went wide. Setsu laughed and proceeded to walk out of the room. He did not come chasing after her which she expected. Even if Murasame was physically attracted to Setsu, he was not going to be like Manaka and pursue her. He found the Heels' relationship revolting and wanted nothing to do with either of them.

The cooler morning air was killed by the sun, and it was determined to kill everything and everyone that dared stay in its rays. There was no cool island breeze, no shade, only sunny sunshine radiating on practically everything. She was oozing sweat once again, though it was slightly more bearable today than yesterday. No leather or lace other than a bit on her sleeves and her underwear. Kyoko hiked her skirt up to mid-thigh and fanned her sweating thighs with the fabric.

Oddly enough she was not the only one suffering in this heat. Murasame had come out and sat on the bench to her left. She was curious if he was going to talk to her, but he did not. He sat there with his fan and bottled water and watched the shoot as much as she did. Setsu would not initiate contact and it seems neither would he. Setsu was totally fine with that. Honestly, Kyoko was too, because she was tired, and her body ached. She had an inkling as to the reason and her cheeks flushed at the thought of it. Thankfully, she could always blame the heat on her reddened skin. She hugged her torso and felt the ache deep inside of her as well as in her hips and down her thighs. It was worse today than yesterday. Especially since there wasn't much of a break between activities. Regardless of the aches, a shiver ran through her body as her mind recapped their time together this morning. And last night and earlier… It was no wonder she would be feeling lethargic. Was that normal? Hopefully, it was.

Was he feeling sore too? Her eyes watched him through the woods. His body swiftly moved stealthily through the trees and debris on the ground, and she shook her head. There is no way that he is feeling as sore as I am if he is moving like that. Thankfully, she didn't have to do anything as physically enduring as that. At least not now…

Her heart began to race and she closed her eyes at her nefarious thoughts. Kyoko seriously, why do you keep thinking about it? She shifted her legs back and forth and she could feel a certain wetness in her underwear. It was difficult to stop thinking about it when she was constantly reminded of their activities – from the spots on her skin, the ache in her muscle, and well the stain in her underwear. If she knew that was going to happen, she would have packed more underwear. I'd have to buy more. Maybe something more my style, but also something he would like. Something he would want to take off… Even though she was feeling worn out, she could still feel the tinkling of desire pull at her, her eyes darkening at the thought of being in his arms once more.

"Murasame-saaaaan."

Manaka's voice shattered Kyoko's fantasy. She opened her eyes and coldly stare out as she spoke to Murasame, coaxing him to come into the cool room.

"Are you observing Cain-san, agaiiiiin?" she teased. The sound of Cain's name claimed Setsu's attention. She tried to ignore the conversation but the more Murasame talked about how much he begrudgingly liked Cain's acting the more Kyoko couldn't help but agree. Yes! Yes! He is a wonderful actor. Isn't he! Everything Kuon does is magnificent! He bespells you with his talent and dedication. Ah, Taira Murasame, you are a kindred spirit!

"Cain-saaaan!" Manaka called out and Setsu snapped back into place. She turned and saw him walking towards her: tall, dark, and frightening. Yet, fear was the last thing she was feeling as she watched him. Her eyes glanced down to the pale chest that peaked through the torn-up costume. Even colored a dead grey with fake flesh pulled back in places, she could only see the toned muscle that curved around forming his pecks, the little nipples that hardened under her touch, and the ripples of his stomach that lined down his abs to light blonde hair trailing to what she knew was his long, hard…

She licked her lips as her womanhood clenched and wept with need. Ugh, I shouldn't feel this way with a scary serial killer approaching. Movement and bright color forced her sight away. Her eyes flickered over to Manaka who was happily approaching Cain, and Setsu did her best to ignore her and focus on Cain.

"Good work. Is it a break? Was the scene just now okay?

"No," he replied in English. "We'll have to transfer a short distance away and retake it." He stepped up and towered over her. "It will be in an area where you can't see from here."

"Oh?"

"As I said before, go wait inside," he commanded.

Her lips threatened to smile but instead, she sighed and stood up. "And I told you just as many times, I don't like being the only one in comfort while you suffer outside."

"I'm happy you feel that way, but after yesterday, I'm worried about you being even a little bit uncomfortable in this temperature."

"Nii-san…" she started to argue but was interrupted by Manaka. Setsu watched her run up in the middle of their conversation. Rage instantly flared up in Setsu even though the only reaction she showed was her eyes narrowing at the intrusion. Not only is this girl completely stupid, but she's also rude and pushy! Setsu glared at the creature that dared to wrap her hands around Nii-san's arm. My arm. Mine!

Her mind went blank at the sight. She wasn't listening to the drivel coming out of her mouth. Even when Cain was saying something, she couldn't hear it. The rodent kept touching him and everything inside of her was screaming:

Don't touch him!

Don't hug him!

Get off of him!

Setsu ripped the rodent away and with the combined effort of Cain jerking his arm away and herself, Manaka flew off and bounced on her butt. Murasame spoke up but Setsuka didn't care.

"I'll say this only once, so listen well little girl," Setsu quietly raged. She stepped in front of Cain with a crack of her boot. "From the moment he was born into this world, this man belongs to me." She arrogantly glared at her as she raised her voice, "Don't Put Those Filthy Hands on my Nii-San Again!"

Manaka was shivering in fear and Setsuka hoped that would be the end of this stupidity. However, the more she looked at her, the more she doubted the rodent understood her situation. After everything Cain, Murasame, and herself has said to her, she still pursued him. It didn't matter to her what others said or did so that only left one option. She could never leave him alone with her again. Setsuka would have to become a living obstacle for this delusional rodent to get the message.

Without a word, she stepped up to Manaka. The girl quickly started to quiver and crab-walk backward. Setsuka grabbed her weak twig-like arms and hauled her up to her feet. Kyoko never thought herself overly strong, but she was not a weak woman. Hard work made her fit and Manaka was considerably light.

"Hey, haven't you done enough!" Murasame yelled and got in her way. She shot a glare up at him. A look worthy of the demon lord and she saw him physically pale. She put her hand on his chest and with a light push, he stepped away allowing her to drag a whimpering Manaka to the waiting room.

While everyone stared at them, no one did anything to stop her. The stupid girl floundered about as Setsu pulled her through the door and then tossed her on the couch. Setsuka glared at her and firmly threatened, "Get up and see what happens next."

Manaka shook her head and Setsu stood up to her full height. She walked over to the cooler and got two fresh bottles of water from the ice chest and proceeded to walk out. As soon as she left the room, Murasame shot past her. "You are fucking crazy," he cursed at her and went to comfort Manaka. She paid it no mind and went straight to Cain and handed him the bottle of water.

"Let's go," she ordered.

He took the bottle but softly called out to her, "Setsu."

It was not Cain's voice that called to her, even though he used her character's name. She wasn't sure what would happen if she let him continue, so she strengthened her resolve and repeated her command, "We need to get to the next area. I'm going with you."

Cain stepped up behind her, matching his pace with hers. She could feel him behind her and her heart was still pounding in her chest from everything that happened. So it gave her a little jump when he spoke seemingly out of the blue. "You are right, you know."

Swallowing her heart back down, she pretended not to know what he was talking about, focusing on carefully stepping through the foliage in her boots. "Regarding?"

Cain grabbed her forearm and twisted them around so that she would be pinned against the nearest tree. Her mind flashed to a familiar memory of another man doing this, but it was over in an instant as this man's large body crowded around her. His hand let her go as soon as he had her where he wanted her. Instead of holding her there by force, his gloved fingers gently caressed down her arm raising goosebumps along her skin. Her heart jumped up to her throat as he filled up her vision and seemed to make the area grow dark and intimate.

"Everything you said back there. Every word was true," his voice grew closer and she shut her eyes as he loomed over her. Her face burned in embarrassment. What she said back there was said in the heat of the moment. If no one ever mentioned it for the rest of her life, that would have been just fine with her. Her poor little heart could not support the arrogance and confidence that was required to back up those words and here he was bringing it up.

"It's yours," he whispered and she fought not to jump when the ghost of his fingers touched the side of her face. "My mind, body, and soul. It's always been yours. Do you believe me?"

"I...I...ah," she whimpered as her body instantly reacted to his words. Combined with the nearness of his body, she was slowly burning up inside and out. She was on the verge of so much that all she could do was stand there and fumble her words.

His fingers found the edges between her skirt and top and his glove touched her bare skin. She hissed and her head hit the back of the tree which made him pull her towards him. It was not the better choice as her hands sought him out. Her fingers slid beneath those open tears and brushed along fevered skin. Her ear landed high on his chest, and she could hear his heart racing.

"Even though Setsuka said those words, I want you to believe them without question or doubt." He hugged her tighter. "I don't want you to think that anyone could ever take your place in my life."

Her arms wrapped around him. She felt tears threaten her eyes as she hugged him beneath the coat. She lifted her face to look at him and even though he was in full make-up, she still felt drawn to him. She licked her lips to speak, to explain herself because even after everything he said, it felt wrong of her to say such things about him. He can declare it as much as he wants, but she didn't have that right.

The crunch of boots sounded to the right and Kyoko glanced to see several crewmen whispering and glaring at them with disturbed looks. She pulled her arms back making Kuon stiffen and looked at where she was looking. The men quickly looked away and picked up their speed. He sighed and forced himself to withdraw, but looked down at his girl and patted her head softly.

"We'll continue this later," he declared, and she quickly agreed with a nod.

They managed to meet up with the rest of the film crew. Cain dropped her off in a secluded shady area behind the main group. She idly wondered if she should have been closer so that there wasn't a chance of getting caught in the scene. The equipment was made to move so there was no telling where they could go. Setsuka stayed until they were ready to shoot and then moved in behind the crew.

It was easier to watch from here. Not merely because she moved up, but because she didn't have to pretend. Setsuka got to watch her brother work, and Kyoko was loving every moment of it. Even when Murasame was requested to come over, she was entertained watching everything unfold. While Setsuka would never admit this, Murasame was a good actor. Kyoko would have loved to work with him especially since he shared the admiration of her sempai. She watched the two of them stand next to each other while Director Konoe explained his ideal shot. They were both quietly listening but she could see the tension all around Murasame. His hand was constantly thumping his thumb over his thigh. His brow was furrowed with his lips pressed in a hard frown. One could mistake that for energy and concentration, but she's seen him interacting with others when Cain wasn't around. He was a passionate person.

He must have felt her staring at him because his eyes flickered up and found her. She was easy to spot considering the dark contrast she provided surrounded by the greens and browns of the land. She really couldn't even say she blended in with the crew or the extras. Setsuka fearlessly made eye contact with him. His expression softened which wasn't saying much, because it was not a tender look. His brow smoothed and he looked almost relaxed, but there was a look of confusion or intrigue. He looked at her as if trying to figure out a puzzle. Setsuka suddenly stuck her tongue out and made a face at him making him stumble back in shock. His face quickly morphed into a frown and he shook his head and walked off. Setsuka laughed to herself and she found Cain staring at her with head cocked to the side. She smiled big at him and gave him a little wave with her fingers. She bent slightly and even blew him a kiss. He lifted his gloved hand and wagged a single finger back and forth at her – No.

Setsuka frowned, crossed her arms over her chest, and twisted around to walk off. She went to the tree Cain first dropped her off at. She kicked around the sticks and rocks at the base of the tree and sat down. Yes, a white skirt was probably not the best to be sitting on the ground with but she didn't anticipate moving too much where grass or dirt would stain it. In fact, as the filming continued with the shade and the light breeze of the day, she fell asleep.

Cain was always aware of where his sister was during the shoot. It was part of his character, but Kuon also couldn't help but seek her out. Every part of him simply felt better seeing and knowing where she was. He noticed her relaxing at the tree and thought, finally, she is taking it easy. It wasn't until much later when they called for a break did he find out she fell asleep. He walked over to her spot and slowed as he noticed that she did not move to greet him.

"Setsu?" His soft deep voice called out to her but she did not respond. He squatted down and peered at her beautiful sleeping face. He smiled and reached out to lightly brush back a lock of blonde hair. She shifted slightly as his fingertips grazed down the side of her face. He drew back and simply looked at her sleep. She would hate him for doing so, but she was so sweet and captivating while asleep. The soft gentle expression on her face, the delicate eyelashes on her cheeks, those full pink lips…

He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to pick her up, carry her to bed and slip in next to her. His body almost ached for it, and his heart definitely did. Director Konoe called out to him and he quickly stood up and returned before they could wake her up.

Kyoko woke up while they were shooting. Realizing that she fell asleep on the job, she jolted awake, pulling herself straight up in her seated position and quickly read the room. No one was looking her way. Everyone was in the middle of shooting a scene and was a good distance away. She quickly stood up feeling ashamed that she fell asleep during the day like some sort of child. Looking at the position of the sun, she knew she slept for far too long. The day was practically done by now. Her eyes quickly darted around trying to find Cain while brushing off debris from her skirt. Of course, he was not easy to find. His character was supposed to be a stealthy undead killer hidden in the shadows until you feel the cold steel of his blade. The only way she managed to find him was because of where the camera was pointing and from the experience of watching him.

She stepped around the tree and saw him far away in the shadows of another. Her breath hitched at the sight of him, staring at his victim with eerie blindness, yet there was no escape for the scared soul that staggered through the trees. The woods were frighteningly quiet even with more than a dozen people in the area. Everyone watched as the helpless rabbit ran through the brush and held their breath as Black Jack slowly hunted. She knew that the whole cast and crew felt the same way as Kuon acted, chilled to the bone and unwilling to look away just in case he was about to turn those haunting eyes towards them. Even when the scene was over, everyone had to tell themselves – he wasn't real. He was simply an actor.

The best actor. Kyoko sighed as they concluded the scene and called it a day. She shook herself from her thoughts and pulled Setsuka around her. Acting bored and irritated that the day took so long, she walked up to her brother as everyone was moving to retire for the day.

He smirked at her and when she was within earshot, he teased her, "Enjoy your nap?"

Those words pierced through her heart and crushed her work ethic, but unwilling to put more shame upon herself, she gave him a distasteful sneer and shrugged. "Everything is so boring when you're not around. Are you done now? Can we finally go have some fun?" She grabbed his coat and tugged on it trying to be annoying.

"Yeah. We can go have fun now." He stated, took her hand from his coat, and spun her around. Setsuka laughed and they headed back to remove his costume. As soon as they approached the building, her ears picked up that annoying high-pitched voice. Her eyes sought the pest out, making sure that she wasn't about to pounce. Her arm wrapped his as they walked up the steps and into the air-conditioned building. She didn't care where they went, all she wanted was to make sure they were not assaulted on the way. They stopped and it took her a moment to realize that they had reached their destination. She looked at the door in front of them and recognized it as his dressing room. She looked up at him and blinked waiting.

They both stared at each other in silence both expecting different things. Finally, Cain asked, "Gatta let me go if you wanna leave."

Setsu glanced at the door, licked her lips, and then looked up at him with the sexiest little pout. "So let's go in," she suggestively intoned. She cocked her head to the side and continued, "That's not a problem, is it?"

The corner of his lips tweaked up and he simply opened the door for her. The two men who normally did Cain's make-up were already there to help him take it off so that as many prosthetics can be saved as possible. They turned towards him as soon as the door opened but froze when they saw his little sister appear instead. Confused, they thought perhaps she was there to relay a message but then he walked in behind her and closed the door. The young girl walked in and plopped down on the couch in the room. Cain walked in and started to pull off his gloves. A few fingers in and he noticed the two men weren't moving.

"Well?" He snapped at them and they jumped.

Even though they were clearly uncomfortable, they started to remove the layers off his body. Their eyes kept darting back at the girl who simply sat there looking bored yet watching everything as they worked. The gloves came off, then the jacket. They carefully removed the tattered shirt leaving Cain topless covered with grayish-white make-up and their torn-up skin prosthetics covering him. Kyoko never had the chance to witness make-up to this degree before. She knew it was a lot of work going off of what she had seen on him, but it was fascinating watching the two men carefully peel away the synthetic skin and gently place it in cases for safe keeping until tomorrow. Cain's actual skin looked so dark once revealed and it emphasized the talent the two men had making him look dead.

He stood still, lifting his arms and locking his hands behind his head as they took everything off. Cain watched Kyoko's eyes sparkle over the two artist's heads. He couldn't help but smile watching her take in everything the two men did. Her eyes watched their hands and eyed the pieces in their clear cases once removed. He could feel the nervous energy from them, thinking this underaged girl shouldn't be in the room looking at a half-naked man. However, even if they weren't lovers, Kuon knew she was more interested in their work than the fact that Japan's sexist man was about to be in his underwear.

Cain had to close his eyes for the next part. One of the men stood on a stool and started to remove the pieces from his face, while the other held a tray and arranged the pieces in an orderly fashion. She couldn't help but notice that the closer they got to finish up this part of the removal process the more they kept looking at her. They started to softly whisper to each other in Japanese.

"Is she going to stay for the whole thing?"

"I don't know, but we can't have him wear the costume while we clean up. The drips will soak into the pants."

"We can't have him strip in front of her!"

"What if we ask her to leave?" One softly suggested and the other went pale and countered, "Are you going to be the one who asks that?!" He quickly shook his head.

"What if we get a towel, that would work…."

Setsuka snorted. They must not be part of the crew that knew Cain spoke Japanese. Perhaps they thought she wasn't fluent enough to understand their hushed hurried whispers. Either way, they felt safe trying to sort out this little problem in front of the two Englishmen. Cain open his eyes to look at her when she laughed. A questioning look appeared in his still bloodshot eyes.

She casually answered him in English, "They don't want me to see you naked."

Cain grunted and his hands flew to the buckle of his pants. The two men scrambled as Cain dropped trou. The one holding the tray quickly stood in between Cain's body and Setsuka's eyes while the other grabbed a white towel and hastily wrapped it around Cain's slim waist. Both men were beet red with embarrassment while Cain simply removed the remaining garments and shoved them in the arms of one of the men. Setsuka stayed sitting not bothered a bit by what happened, simply continued watching with a casual expression.

"Work," Cain snapped a single word in Japanese and the two men were forced to continue. Still flustered, they moved on to the next step. Both of them took a bottle of clear liquid and started to douse disposable wet wipes with it. Soon, they started to rub his body with it, the dull greyish white makeup smeared away revealing the healthy pink flesh beneath. There was more than one bottle of the stuff on the table and Setsuka moved forward to pick one of them to read what it was.

Isopropyl Myristate. Non-toxic old-based makeup remover. Simple and to the point. She put the bottle down and saw that they were using simple baby wipes. Not that makeup remover wipes she would use on her face. She returned to watch them and saw his skin start to glisten and shine from their attention. Taking a breath, she finally started to look at the man underneath and the way the light caught the shine off his skin.

"It's about time you started looking at me," he grumbled almost in a childlike whine.

Setsuka smiled indulgently. "I'm always looking at you, brother."

"Not enough. Never enough."

"Maybe if you gave me something more to look at I would," she said seductively. The two men were trying to take everything off quickly, but were distracted as the two of them spoke softly to each other in English. The confused look on their faces was enough for her to know they didn't speak English. She was thankful for that because there was no way she could flirt so shamelessly if they knew what was said to her "brother".

Cain grinned a toothy grin at her and his hand took a hold of the towel edge.

"Done!" One of the men shouted a little too loud in Japanese. They started to bow to Cain and urge him into the bathroom so he could wash the rest of it off.

Setsu laughed. "I don't think these two support our relationship, Nii-san." She teased as she moved to lay on the couch. The moment she said that Cain's body turned to steel at their subtle pushes and the two men felt the room grow cold. He still had his murderous contacts in because Kyoko knew he wouldn't dare show them his beautiful green eyes. He directed that frightful look down to the two of them and in a very quiet threatening way commanded, "Get out."

The two didn't even fight it. They turned tail and ran out of the dressing room. She laughed at the sight of them fleeing. Truly, it was amazing to see what he does to people with only a look. Cain locked the door behind them and then took the towel from his waist and threw it at her. She caught it and then her face instantly flushed. Now that they were alone, Setsuka instantly fell back and Kyoko averted her eyes from the gorgeous man stalking her.

"Now you are getting shy?" He teased. She swallowed a lump and squirmed on the couch as he placed his bare knee on the cushion next to hers.

"I'm not," she answered trying to sound like Setsuka and failing. Her eyes darted to his naked body, darting to each movement he made around her. "It's just that um…" His arm stretched out above her head to hold onto the back of the couch. His knee moved over her legs to straddle them, giving her an eye full of what his intentions were. She licked her lips and forced her eyes away from his manhood. "You… you…" She stammered as she crawled up the couch as he moved over her and her hands reached out, pressing against his chest finding it firm and hot to the touch. She thought the oil they used would make him feel slick or wet, but it hydrated his skin to this wonderful softness that only made her want to touch him more.

His face appeared above hers and smiled sinfully at her. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side with both hands on his chest. "You need to take a shower," she finally managed to get out.

"Are you going to join me?" He asked. He was so close to her that the breath of his words tickled her ear. Before she could answer, her arms were pushed back as he leaned in and started to kiss her neck.

"Aaahh," she moaned softly. Her voice betrayed her, revealing the storm forming within. She could hear him smile as his mouth kissed up her neck. She whimpered as he took the soft flesh of her ear between his lips and his hands slipped down to caress her thigh. A shiver ran through her at the feel of his hand there. She had no idea her skirt had fallen to her hips, nor did she realize how compromised her position was at the moment until his hips skimmed the inside of her thighs. Her hand slipped up his chest as he moved up her thigh and cupped her bottom, lifting her hips against his arousal. She gasped and pushed at his shoulder.

"We can't do this here," she pleaded. He pulled back but only to kiss her lips. Her jaw fell open without a second thought and his tongue slipped along hers making her mind go blank. That sinful touch made her body reach out and take hold of him. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, fingers slipping into his thick hair. His hand guided her legs around his waist and the weight of his body settled upon hers. He ground against her sending a wave of pleasure through her. She moaned out loud breaking the kiss.

"Kuon, please," she whispered almost soundlessly in his ear making him groan.

"Yeah, I know," he mumbled but his hips wiggled against hers. She could feel the hardness of him press against her. Her desire seeped out as he moved eventually shifting her useless panties out of the way. Her fingers tightened in his hair as the hard slickness of him rubbed against her. He braced himself on the edge of the couch, his body so focused on the feeling of her as he softly repeated over and over again, "I know. I know."

Kyoko bit her lip and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his brow was furrowed and his breath was labored. She dropped her hands from behind his neck to caress his face. He gazed at her, those damn contacts still hiding his beautiful eyes, but the soft endearing look on his face still touched her heart. She ran her hands down his neck and felt a shiver run through him as she placed her palms on his chest. With a gentle push, Kuon blinked down at her confused and then he nodded and started to pull back.

The message was clear and Kuon knew he had to stop. Knew he shouldn't have even started this, not when they could have gone to their room and finished what they started. Shower, get dressed, and then… his mind filled in the blanks with his body driving his thoughts. The feel of her, the sweet smell of her desire filled his nose, and the sound of her voice echoed in his ear. He was shaking with want, but it would go away in a bit. He was very familiar with dealing with his desire.

Kyoko bashfully tucked her legs beneath her and looked at him with a worried expression. "It's not that I don't want to, but…"

He smiled softly at her and shook his head. He turned towards her and caressed her cheek. "You don't have to explain, I understand. Wrong time and place."

She nodded gently, leaning her head towards the palm of his hand in bliss. The sweet look on her face made him want to kiss her and he didn't fight the desire. Kuon leaned in and slowly kissed her. A soft sigh escaped her and her body leaned in towards him as her lips instinctively parted to deepen the kiss. That soft sweet touch quickly grew passionate and damn it all, he was still sitting here naked while the cause of his desire was mindlessly, hungrily, thoroughly kissing him. His arms wrapped around her to bring her closer to him during their lip lock, pulling her closer to him and onto his lap. Small, delicate hands caressed his bare chest and rounded his shoulders to hold him as her tongue timidly slipped between his lips. He groaned as she shifted in his lap giving his erection currently trapped between her hip and him a little attention.

Thinking that she hurt him, Kyoko pulled back and apologized, "Are you hurt? I'm sorry!"

"That wasn't out of pain," he growled in a deep husky voice as his hands slid up her back to try and pull her back into the kiss.

She backed up with a smile and her right hand slipped forward to press firmly on his chest. "If you got dressed, we could take this to a better, and more appropriate location." She bit her lower lip seductively and let her hand start to drift down. "That way we don't have to stop and we can take care of this," she whispered in her sexy deep voice as her fingertips very lightly touched the tip of his cock.

"Or we could take care of it now." Even though she was sitting across his lap, not straddling it, he grinned and jerked her towards him. The point was not missed by either party, and she gasped as she fell against him.

Her face burned and she shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm not feeling very comfortable with this whole situation right now."

He frowned misunderstanding her words. "What do you mean?"

"We are at work, and this is not private. Even with the door locked, all I kept thinking about was someone catching us, and it isn't exactly doing it for me."

A wave of guilt rushed through him and it cooled him off. Kyoko was not that kind of girl. Yes, they were together and the fact that she was so willing to be with him, to keep up with him, was more than he could dream of. This whole time, he felt like he was living in Heaven with an angel in his arms. The fact that he was sitting there naked with her in his dressing room was probably making her so uncomfortable. It was unprofessional and he never thought he would be one of those actors that would do such a thing even with the woman he plans on marrying.

"Right, of course. I'm sorry." He hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry. I honestly wasn't going to take things this far, but then you make it very hard to resist and I got carried away."

"It's okay?" her voice sounded shaky and unsure and he jerked back.

"Of course, it is okay! I would never, Kyoko…" he sounded panicked. "You don't have to do anything with me you don't want to do. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I love you, but that doesn't mean you have to make love to me every time I… God, please tell me that you…"

"NO! Yes! I mean," she shouted once she understood where he was going with his hysterical words. "I want to! I do. I…" she looked down and her face pinked. "I want to make love to you. I um…" she pressed her lips together and shut her eyes tightly as her hands and she blurted out, "Ithinkaboutitallthetime."

As soon as his brain processed her words, relief filled him instantly and he snorted softly. "Okay. Well, that would make two of us, but please if you don't want to, tell me. You need to tell me. Slap me and tell me no," he insisted, making her laugh.

"I'm not going to slap you."

He stroked her hair and kissed her softly. "But you have to tell me no if you don't want to. I'm not with you for the sex, sweetheart. I don't care what we do as long as you are with me."

"I understand what you are saying, but," she pushed to lift herself and allow him to see her face. "Not for one moment have I ever wanted to say no to you. I like the way you touch me. Everything you do feels incredible, so…" she bit her lip and bashfully looked at him, "do you blame me for not being able to say no when every time you touch me I get wet?"

He groaned and his hands gripped the fabric of her skirt. "Love, this is not a good time for you to start talking dirty."

She smiled. "I want you to trust me." Her hands started to glide up his torso. "To trust me to know when to say no…" She braced herself on his shoulders and leaned in. His eyes closed as she licked up his collarbone to his ear. "And when to say yes," she whispered to him, sending shivers down his spine. His hands groped her rear and she could feel him tense. She smiled and started kissing down his neck.

"Kyoko," he groaned in a warning.

She pulled back to look at his face. "I promise I will tell you no just like now. Okay?" He nodded and they kissed. It started a little too passionately. Lips parted and tongues melted together. Their breaths mingled as their heart rates soared at every passing second.

Then a timid knock at the door forced them apart. They looked at the door expecting the knob to shake showing that it was still locked. "Hello?" A timid male voice called out in Japanese.

"Who…" she started in her normal sweet voice, and then coughed and started over in a stronger and angrier voice, "WHAT?!"

Kuon smirked at her but his face was buried at her neck for her to notice. He softly pressed tiny kisses along her neck while Setsu yelled at the door.

"Sorry! We'll come back later," a man said in hurried Japanese. She blinked confused, so Kuon answered, "It's the make-up artists."

"I thought they were done. What else do they need to do?"

"They have to clean off the makeup from the synthetic skin to get it ready for tomorrow's shoot," He explained and Kyoko's eyes widened. She jumped off of Kuon's lap. "Oh, God! We wasted all their time and everyone is probably already gone!"

Cain stood up and grabbed her by the waist. He yanked her against his body and crudely said in English behind her ear, "Why do you suddenly give a fuck?"

Kyoko let out a huff and then took a breath. She twisted in his arm and gave him Setsuka's bored but pouty look. "It's not them I was thinking about. I want to get out of this place."

"Then let's go," he declared.

She raised an eyebrow and then reached over and tapped his bare behind with her free hand. "Missing something, aren't cha?"

He smirked. "I've been waiting for you to join me. You are always the one wasting time."

Setsuka scoffed. "Says you! Get your ass dressed or I'm leaving without you." She shoved away from him and pretended to head to the door but didn't get far.

"You wouldn't dare," Cain challenged. Setsu sighed and let her eyes rake over him appreciatively. He stood there completely comfortable in his nakedness.

"You are right, but only because you are the only thing on this planet that makes my heart beat."

"Then I promise not to take too long," Cain said, and then leaned over her and kissed the top of her head. "Lest it stops beating due to my absence."

She purred up at him. "That means you can never leave me."

"Till death do us part, my love," he whispered. His hand caressed the side of her face before he moved towards the shower.

Kyoko plopped onto the couch and sat there stunned at the soft, sweet voice he said those parting words with. Her heart jumped and started to thump loudly in her chest. Her face heated up and she couldn't help but smile self-consciously in bliss.