Letter From the Author: "Time comes to rest when you are by my side/it blurs." - Stone by Alessia Cara ft. Sebastian Cole

Part II: Scene II

His lips were teasing her skin and when he spoke his breath sent shivers down her spine. She let out tiny gasps at each new sensation, and strong, masculine arms tightened around her in satisfaction. She'd struggle against his hold but then he'd touch her again, and she'd realize resistance was useless. He chuckled against the shell of her ear, "You like that, Setsu?"

If only Setsuka were there, now. She'd say yes and encourage Cain to do more without any hesitation. She'd let the pleas and begs for more tumble off her lips and feel no modicum of shame, instead of biting her bottom lip to keep the awful words on her tongue.

Kyoko in that moment, suddenly realized why she was a virgin.

It was just...too easy! Too easy to enjoy the feelings, and think they felt good! She finally understood, and loathed, the loose women she'd heard so much about! Loathed them, because they foolishly gave into the awful, lustful sensations; understood them, because how could a girl not enjoy such treatment?! Especially when someone as desired as Tsuruga-san spoke in such an Emperor of the Night way in their ear, while over sensitizing every nerve ending with his lips and and his teeth and his tongue-what girl wouldn't feel lust?

A pause in her rampant thoughts.

Did she just...is she lusting after Tsuruga-san?

Her sempai, her sensei; Japan's #1 Actor, and an acting 'god'? The man that deserved nothing but her utmost respect, the man that made all walked upon hearth sacred?

She, the virgin, was no better than those loose women, and-Man alive! He'd be so disappointed if he knew.

Another kiss and flick of his tongue interrupted her panicked thoughts.

She wimpered, biting down on her lip so hard she tasted blood.

Oh, no. Oh, no. She shouldn't like it so much. She really, really shouldn't. She knew that.

But it felt so good, and he was so merciless...how could she stop him before he realized her reponses were real? Before he felt so disgusted with her inability to stay in character because he was simply so good at what he was doing to her?

Before he realized she wasn't thinking of him as Cain anymore?

His lips caressed her skin and a shudder ran through her. She inhaled sharply and forced the moan to stay lodged at the back of her throat.

When he simply hovered his lips and brushed against her skin, she'd intake sharply and he'd feel her melt so violently...

Were all virgins this responsive?

Would she still react as strongly if she'd been touched like that already before?

The thought was just added angst in his self torture.

Because, no matter what the answer, he was so completely undone by her; so lost in her.

Ren gave a soft groan as he heard her breath hitch.

Fuck...he loved her.

Was the feeling of being in love this intense for everyone?

He didn't ever want to stop feeling.

He'd decided he'd had enough self inflicted torture. He delivered that closed mouthed kiss to her skin, sucking on her pulse, which was beating as wildly as his heart.

And then, she quivered. Her voice, a high pitched gasp, "No, not there! Tsuruga-san...!"

A second gasp at the sudden stop of his lips. He realized they both realized her error in that moment.

But he was in too deep to stop. Ren smiled against her neck, slid his lips to her ear.

"Why not, Mogami-san?"

She jolted against him. When she began to struggle in his arms, he nipped her earlobe, pulling it tantalizingly in between his teeth.

Another gasp. "N-no! I-I-" Ren flicked his tongue again, "-if there's a kiss mark here, then, everyone will see! Tsu-Cain!"

So she was trying to salvage it; their scene. Ren closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling his heart hammering in chest, feeling more alive than he had in a long while.

He said, as he kissed down her neck to the base of her throat, "Then I'll leave it where it can't be seen, Setsu."

He switched their positions effortlessly. Kyoko now laid beneath him, her blonde hair fanning the pillows on the bed, her quivering form and the rapid fall of her chest matching the rouge of her skin so beautifully.

He drank her in, feeling as if he'd never again get another chance to see her in such an irresistible light.

He locked his eyes on her chest and slowly bent forward. His nose nuzzled the top of her left breast, and her breath hitched.

"Wait!" she cried suddenly.

He raised his eyes to hers. "Should I stop, Setsu?"

"B-but!" She looked almost fearful as she blurted, "I'm not...I'm not Setsu! I'm sorry, Tsuruga-san! This scene is just too much for me! I-"

She trailed off when he kissed the supple skin of her breast.

"It's okay. Let me show you. You want me to, right?"

Her entire body turned the cutest shade of red he'd ever seen.

His tongue tasted her skin before her mouth could deny what her body clearly wanted, and just like her neck, the supple skin of her breast was tantalizingly sweet. With a closed mouth kiss he brought her skin into his mouth, sucking and teasing with his lips and his teeth. Over and over. Over and over. Her gentle gasps and mewls were much appreciated by his libido, and he held her more firmly against him, his concern for his control over his body's natural responses long forgotten.

Kyoko cried out, her hands flew to his hair.

She tugged and he groaned; it was hard to tell if she was trying to push him closer or away.

"Tsuruga-san...!"

"Again, Mogami-san. Say my name again, just like that."

It was the most alluring thing he'd ever heard, and she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. She writhed under him, her head twisting from side to side in what was an obvious state of pleasure. Her wanton state and the ever darkening spot under his lips was enough for him to lose his mind completely.

He wondered what it would be like, feel like; what she would do if he kissed her.

He pulled back so suddenly that she would have been startled if not for the haze of lust over her mind. She was gasping, panting, whimpering, thrashing, quivering. Her eyes were hooded, and her heart was hammering in her ears. All Kyoko could think of in that moment, all she could wonder, is why he stopped. Why did he stop?

He leaned forward. The firm yet gentle press of his lips to her own made her eyes widen in surprise.

Her body moved on its own and her lips formed with his as she kissed him back.

(TBC...)