Authors Chat: My apologies, I told those of you who do not wish to read the intimate scenes to skip most of last chapter and read this one, but this chapter is actually the conclusion of last chapter. You will need to skip this chapter completely.

This chapter was going to be longer, but I thought about it, and this really is the best place to stop it. Sorry if it leaves you tearing your hair out.

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 14

The Emperor stood up at the side of the bed and let his jeans drop to the floor. He was an Adonis wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a dangerous grin.

Natsu took in the full height of him with her eyes trying to make her voice work to tell him to hold her. When words failed her, she reached out her hand and grasped his, tugging him back onto the bed.

The weight of him pressed down against her while his fingers entwined with her own. He held her hands in his as he moaned softly with his lips against her mouth. The Emperor kissed her deeply and began to move her hands down, pulled them around and released them onto his back as his own went back to wind in her soft hair.

Natsu's hands found his back muscles strong and smooth as she ran her hands across them, pulling herself closer to him. She ran her hands over his shoulders and around his neck and up into his hair as he pulled and stroked her own.

He balled her hair into a fist and guided her head up toward him as he kissed her deeply, as if he would crawl inside if he could. The thought occurred to Natsu, This is why they call it tonsil hockey, but thought was no more as his actions intensified and startled her.

He pulled her with him as he rolled onto his back, so she was on top of him but did not release her from the prison that was his mouth. He reached behind her and fought his fingers to unhook her bra and release her from its confines. Her bra lie pressed between them as her breasts spilled out over the lace and elastic.

She did not have large breasts, but there was more than enough to work with.

The Emperor pulled Natsu up on his body and took one of her breasts into his mouth, nipple and as much flesh as would fit, and he sucked down hard. The nerves in her nipple ached at the pressure but felt good just the same. The elation spread warmth through her body and burned the places the Emperor had kissed.

He slid a hand down her body and over her ass. He rolled over again as he slid his hand further down and pulled her thigh up against the outside of his own, pressing their intimate parts together through the thin cloth of their undergarments.

The wetness of her own moistened the front of his boxer briefs where they pressed and rubbed together as she wound her leg around his own.

The sensation pushed the Emperor to further excitement as his own breathing became laborious and he pressed his groin into her harder, feeling more, and growing agitated at the thin obstruction of her panties.

Natsu could feel his excitement pressing hard against her, the elation filling her mind as her hands sought more to grab. Her nails raked their way down his back until she could grasp his firm ass and pull him toward her, forcing the pain of his confined groin to resound through his body as it pressed hard against her hip.

She slid her hands back up a ways and forced her fingers down to slide underneath the cloth of his boxer briefs, cupping his ass with her small hands.

The Emperor took that as the final invitation and pushed himself up off of Natsu just enough to remove his briefs, then tug down on her own.

He gently maneuvered one of her legs out of her panties, spreading her wide as he dove to taste the sweetness there within. He was certain she was ready for him as his mouth slid over her slick surface and his hands snaked around behind her, lifting her to meet his face.

He did not spend long there, but only remained to taste and see her perfect folds and see how she would squirm as his tongue sent wave after wave of little flames dancing at that one point of pleasure between her legs.

Her body burned and ached to have him inside of her.

The Emperor straightened and lowered her pelvis almost to the bed as he readied to enter her. He slid his length along her opening, slicking it as he went.

The heat became almost painful as the steady slide of his hardened flesh increased and built and almost pushed her over the edge. She was frantic and couldn't think as her eyes rolled back in her head and her toes curled as the desperation for release still escalated.

The Emperor could see she was frantically at the edge as she reached for him and clawed at his arms at her waist to make him move faster, grant her the final push, but he wouldn't. He kept at his steady pace of sliding his eight inches along her entrance and more over and over until she was crying for the release.

Only then did he increase his pace, sliding along faster and faster. He brought her this way. He was sure she would scream her pleasure after forcing the slow and steady build, but she didn't scream. Instead she moaned loudly and brokenly as the air fought for entrance and exit of her lungs.

Her muscles spasmed, causing her groin to thrust itself hard in the air as the explosion shook her body.

Her fists clasped at anything they could find, and they found themselves with one clawing at the sheets, the other grasping tightly to the Emperor's hand.

The Emperor held her hand tightly until the tide of ecstasy ebbed and her body stopped bucking.

He slid his hand from hers and caressed her body, kissing down between her breasts as he carefully pulled her lips wide and began to insert himself into her tight opening.

Slowly, carefully, centimeter by centimeter he forced his way in, watching enraptured as the length of him slowly disappeared.

"ow….OW… OW OW OW… OUCH! OOOOWWWWWWW! STOP! STOP! TSURUGA-SAN STOP!" she struggled to get away, making the pain worse. She could feel herself rip as the pain intensified and her tears ran down her cheeks and sobs began spilling out her mouth.

"It hurts… it hurts… please… please Tsuruga-san… please… Stop… It hurts…" she mewled.

Ren looked up her body from where he was party sheathed inside her up to her red and teary face and realized that this was only now Kyoko, and he had completely lost himself and went out of control.

"Ky… K-Kyoko… Oh god, I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. God, I'm so sorry…" he repeated himself over and over as he very very slowly removed himself from her.

The moment her body was her own again, she rolled over onto her side and curled into a ball crying. Ren moved to reach for her, but she flinched away from his outstretched hand.

Ren drew his hand away quickly, still whispering he was sorry, and dumped himself off of his bed. He found and pulled on his briefs then grabbed his jeans and walked quickly out of the room, pulling the door quickly closed behind him.