Authors Chat: Just a reminder, this story is an M rated fic for a reason. If you reach a point in this chapter you feel uncomfortable reading, you will want to skip the entire remainder of this chapter, just don't forget to come back next chapter, as it is a story, and this is not the end!

For those who DO read the entire thing, this is a reminder that sex is NOT just about kiss her, get her wet, enter her, cum, clean up and maybe snuggle. Enjoy.

Ooh, one more thing… The characters are not in their common element here, but their characterization should still be (hopefully) pretty accurate. Just keep in mind the people are acting and are lost in their roles.

I would greatly appreciate your comments and constructive criticism!

That being said, italics text are direct thoughts of characters, text is in quotes, noises are done with asterisks.

DISCLAIMER: Skip Beat! and it's characters are not my original creation, they are owned and created by Nakamura Yoshiki.

Story Timeline: This fanfic is outside the timeline Nakamura-sensei has set forth. This would take place past the present storyline, but a not-so-distant future. Character development applies as I will attempt to keep the characters as Nakamura-sensei has made them. (Otherwise it just isn't a fanfiction but rather a fiction merely using the same names!) Just don't forget that some things may seem a bit out of character since they (characters) are in situations that Nakamura-sensei has not yet put them into or developed the emotional necessity for.

Playing With Fire

Act 13

They stopped by the grocery store briefly in order for Kyoko to buy some ingredients to cook an easy dinner then headed back to Ren's apartment. The kitchen was a little small, but Ren insisted on helping her cook. He was a little lost and so Kyoko had to guide him around his own kitchen and instruct him what needed to be done to help prepare the dinner.

Kyoko joked about how Shou's family used to joke about the size of a kitchen based on the amount of butts it could hold. Ren's was clearly a two-butt kitchen.

Throughout the preparation and eating of their dinner, they talked and bantered back and forth. Kyoko would tell him of her cooking mishaps, and he would tell her of some of the outrageous things that have happened to him in his earlier filming experiences. It was rare for Ren to so honestly talk about past experiences, and Kyoko treasured every word from his mouth.

They sat on the floor leaning back against the couch, laughing as Ren mocked some movie scene he had been offered a few years back. Their laughter began to die off, and Ren was left sitting just a little too close to Kyoko. She could feel his presence like invisible waves pressing against her skin, and as Ren leaned in, her world slowed and her heart beat faster.

Ren leaned forward just enough to put his hand on the floor and push off for the force to stand. He collected their dirty dishes and returned them to the kitchen, followed by a welcoming "Are you ready to practice Mogami-san?"

Kyoko looked at the floor somewhat perplexed. What had she expected with him leaning forward like that. Did she really expect him to kiss her? She almost had herself convinced that's what she wanted.

Ren's voice broke her train of thought, and she agreed as she stood and quietly followed Ren back to his bedroom.

As they crawled in and took up their positions again, Ren on the right side of the bed, Kyoko on the left, he couldn't help but notice his sheets still smelled like her. Her scent was intoxicating and drew him in like a moth to a flame.

He had to concentrate now and be Katsuki, but damn, it was hard when he was so near to her that her scent filled up his mind so thoroughly.

Natsu rolled over to the nightstand and started the scene. She pulled an imaginary piece of gum from a pack and dropped the wrapper onto the table before turning over and scooting back toward Katsuki and slowly started eating the gum.

"What are you thinking Sensei? You were almost gentle today."

"… I was thinking I'm actually going to miss you a little Kitagawa-san." Come on Ren! Get with it! Quit thinking about her smell…

Natsu laughed. "Don't worry Sensei. My parents are gone for business a lot. We can still hook up over summer if you want. Besides, there's always next year."

"No Kitagawa-san, there isn't. … Do you remember me telling you about my family's death and how I would get my revenge?"

"Yeah, so?"

"I've found the bastard who did it." Focus…

"Really Sensei?! Who was it? Who's the murderer? Anyone I know?" Natsu was eager and almost seemed joyous.

"No… no one you know. They … his family … doesn't live near here." Katsuki was silent for a few minutes, Ren almost forgot to continue. "I'm dating his daughter. I'm going to change schools to be near her and her family, and because this is important to me, that means not being with you." I would never!

"Well… I can't say that I don't understand, so lets go one more round then… at least get our money's worth from the room."

She leaned over and kissed him. His kisses were gentle and breathy and… and almost sweet.

Katsuki reached up with his far hand and caressed her hair, pulling her in toward him and into his embrace then sighed and held Natsu to his chest.

"Kitagawa-san… the truth is… I may be in love with you just a little bit. Lets let this last time be a cherished memory. Lets make love once, instead of just fucking."

The tantalizing closeness of her body, her soft skin, and her scent overwhelmed his senses, and he began feeling like his old familiar self, the Emperor of the Night, as Natsu delivered her last line.

She said softly, "Okay Katsuki-sensei… make love to me." Her voice was just above a murmur, and the richness of it caused the Emperor to spiral out of his mind, 'Tsuruga Ren' left behind.

They were meant to skip to the end of the scene, but the Emperor would have none of it. He reached up and caught Natsu's head. His eyes locked on hers as he slowly pulled her down to meet him. His eyes were like pools, and Natsu was drowning.

The Emperor's lips were as heated as his gaze. They sent tingles across Natsu's lips as he gently grazed them, enticing her to respond. Her head made the tiniest move forward as he pulled his lips away. She wanted his kiss, so he didn't deny her. He pulled her body down against his and fed on her desire. Her lips were the sweetest nectar, full and luscious, and kissing his own. His tongue flicked across her lips and she tried to catch it in her mouth. He drew his lips back in a smile as he looked down his chest at her possessively.

She was his. She wouldn't reject him. Hungrily now, he worried at her lips, teasing her and drawing out small sounds from her throat as she reacted to the smallest of his movements.

He knew how he could make her moan, and he was determined to give her that pleasure.

Natsu moved from beside him to straddle him. She leaned down to kiss him, her hands working at the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning them from the top down. She was supposed to make love to him. Not just fuck him. It excited her to think someone wanted her that much for more than just her sensual body.

She trailed her lips down his chin and neck as she pulled the ends of his shirt from his jeans and spread the shirt wide, exposing his broad chest. His skin pulled tight over his lean muscles. He had definition, but very evenly toned. Despite being a teacher, Katsuki-sensei was not soft. He took care of his body.

Natsu ran her hands down his chest and muscular waist before pulling his shirt out from behind him and off his arms. She dropped it off the side of the bed and began making light hickeys along his collarbone. Her mouth worked his flesh with small nips and kisses as she worked her way closer to one of his rosy tan nipples.

She took one of the hard nubs in her mouth and ran her tongue in circles around it before closing her teeth on it, hard.

The Emperor yelped in pain and pleasure, then pulled the front of her shirt up and over her head, catching her arms in the sleeves and trapped them by being pulled behind her back. He quickly flipped her over onto the center of the bed, sat on her, and held her down by her upper arms.

Natsu was trapped. She couldn't move her legs for the weight of him, and she couldn't move her arms since they were trapped in her shirt behind her back. She couldn't move her upper body because of the Emperor holding her down. The anxiety from being held down caused an adrenaline rush. The blood ran through her veins fast and hot as the Emperor began kissing down the left side of her neck and down over her heart.

Her chest began to rise and fall heavily as the adrenaline left her feeling tingles and jolts of energy at every place the Emperor's lips touched.

He marked her skin over her heart, leaving teeth marks as if to say "her heart is mine." The soft pain left her skin sensitive. His breath caressed her skin and heated the lace of her bra as he pressed his mouth lower and lower on her breast until he met the knot pressing tightly against the inside of her lacy bra. He seized the lacy protrusion between his teeth and gently rolled his tongue over it, making it grow in his mouth.

Natsu gasped in pleasure as he pressed his mouth down over her breast, soaking the soft lace and heating it with his breath.

He released it to cool in the air as his tongue traced circles between her breasts and down her stomach.

The Emperor proved to her how good he was with his mouth when he successfully unbuttoned her pants and pulled the zipper between his teeth to reveal that her panties matched the lace of her bra.

He let go of her arm and grasped the side of her waist with his right hand while his left hand moved to hold only to her right shoulder . Her nipples were hard against the lace, and begged to be touched. Her breathing was coming in hard gasps as small noises escaped her throat uncontrollably.

He forced himself back up to her mouth to swallow her moans. The hand at her shoulder slowly released and slid down her chest to tease and massage the flesh below, begging for release from its lacy confinement. The Emperor moved to grant its release and slowly forced his hand up over her breast, pushing the material up as his fingers worked higher and higher.

He stopped when her nipple rested in the V of his index and middle finger. He closed his fingers around it and teased by rolling it between his knuckles.

There would be no more need to hold her down, her body was aching for more and she would not resist. This was the first time in Natsu's life that she felt so excited… so ALIVE.

The Emperor sat back up and hooked his fingers around the belt loops of her pants at her waist and slowly started to slide them down. He bent down and kissed her belly as he hooked his arm around her back and lifted her pelvis from the bed to slide her pants down over her butt, then released her and leaned back on his heels to slide the pants off from her legs completely. He kissed the inside of her thigh and slid his tongue to one side where her leg met her pelvis and kissed gently.

She convulsed surprisingly and uncontrollably. The Emperor had found a sweet spot.

He sucked and pressed her erogenous zone and blew cold air over it. Natsu twitched and convulsed, unable to think through the strange and overwhelming sensation. Her brain stopped working when the shock of the Emperor's touch took over and he intensified his kisses and his tongue gradually danced its way further between her legs.

He touched gently at first, first with his palm, pressing lightly, massaging and making circles at her mound. As the lace went from moist to wet, he switched to his thumb and pressed the lace in between her folds and sent an electric wave coursing through her body where his thumb ran.

The sudden attention to the unexplored places between her legs made her gasp in small ripples of pleasure. Natsu moaned as the Emperor replaced his hand with his mouth and began sucking and teething and flicking her sensitive flesh with his tongue. Each flick gave her a new shock as sensation after sensation overwhelmed and shook her body, but not granting her the release she never knew she needed.

The Emperor sat back, admiring his work as Natsu writhed against the sheets.

He picked her up at her waist and finally freed her arms from the sleeves. Her arms shot around him to grasp his hair in her hands as she panted in his ear.

"Please… please… please…" She whispered, begging over and over for something she did not know.

He dropped her back to the bed and forced her to release her hands from his hair.

The Emperor rose up on his knees and began unbuttoning his jeans as he looked down possessively over his prize.