Hello Sweethearts! You're probably wondering how I updated so fast. Well, this is not a continuation. I had recieved a request from one of my readers for a ShiMayu story and this was the best I could come up with. And now to the important part.

(The people reading this from my one-shot collection, this is originally am extra from my multi chapter, but because it can also be a stand alone, i decided to post it here!)

WARNING : This chapter contains explicit/adult content. Please skip if you're a young reader or just don't enjoy it.

That being said, enjoy!

Also, this occurs between the time frame of after the confession and before Shimon goes to Narukami.

Chapter 10.5: How deep is your love?

"Otomi Mayura," The salmon haired boy hissed.

"If you break that, I will make you clean every hall in this house till I can see the ground clear as those glasses!"

Mayura giggled, continuing her journey down the halls and into every room all the while wearing his extra pair of glasses.

Shimon, or Suzaku of the twelve heavenly commanders as he was referred to by most on the island, had been enjoying a peaceful morning before Mayura had barged in without a prior notice catching the boy off guard.

Ofcourse, the blonde girl walking non chalantly into his house came as no surprise, seeing as she visited him more times than Sayo kissed the life sized picture of Rokuro up in her room.

Which was a lot.

But what really had his lips twitching was the lack of any other family member in the mansion, given as everybody had headed to visit the shrine, an offer that Shimon had curtly declined.

He would rather get work done than go along with their extremely embarrassing singing competitions, generally revolving around who could out-sing the other, often receiving stares from most other people on the road.

Normally, Shimon would have asked her to leave, to choose a better time when everybody was home and causing a racket, something she enjoyed very much. But things were different now.

Maybe because he had carefully avoided the friend zone and landed straight into a mess called a relationship.

This was not to say that Shimon wasn't happy with his relationship, nor had it anything to do with Mayura's strange insults - well, the latter was annoying - but it had more to do with himself.

Shimon had always been proud of his "no emotion" work-face, something he had learnt from Seigen. It seemed the easiest way of getting things done and was admittedly very very cool.

But in the short while that Mayura had pushed past his stone walls, he had found himself strangely unaware of how to behave. He didn't know when to -or how to, for that matter - smile at her without banging his head against a wall in embarrassment.

Look before you leap, Seigen had taught him. This is what he got for not listening to him.

Mayura, who's gaze was fixed at Shimon's face looked confused at his varied change of expressions. He appeared less enthusiastic about her coming in every second day and she has begun to think herself a nuicanse.

But did that stop her from returning? Nope.

Shimon was a hard nut to crack, the deeper you delved, the more awkward he would get. Mayura wondered sometimes exactly how much of a normal eighteen year old boy's thoughts actually went through Shimon's brain, and she had settled on a particular number faster than she could blink her eye.

Zero. Nil. Nada. Zilch.

But she was absolutely wrong. Well, somewhat.

At a very young age, Shimon was coached by Seigen, who considered work more important than any other usual life lessons or...was just too embarassed to teach a young boy the ways of men.

The latter made more sense.

So it was only natural that Shimon understood nothing about boy's his age or the fact that the growing tension in the air as Mayura approached him wasn't due to her spiritual powers increasing, but his instincts trying to kick him in the face.

And Shimon chose to ignore it.

"You came here just yesterday..." He fidgeted with the scrolls in his hand, dropping them due to his very very shaky fingers.

"Yes," Mayura smiled sweetly, though it almost looked like it was forced.

"And it's a new day!"

Shimon just continued doing whatever he was doing - which was nothing - with the stacks of paper on his ground table, avoiding Mayura's gaze.

The blonde made herself home as usual on Shimon's mattress, picking up a book that was lying beside it.

The boy watched her turn pages from the corner of his eyes as she concentrated on the words that had been scribbled there. Most would wonder what she found so interesting in a half crumpled old tattering book - and he did too - but the girl had no need to answer.

The book was Shimon's daily journal, it had entries of everything from missions to duties to meetings catalogued perfectly in columns in scrawny hand writing. As for what she found interesting,the choice of words he'd use while addressing certain people and the way he would write about them.

The chief exorcist Arima, for example was addressed with a "sama" at the end which put him into a group of seniors, but this was where it was fun.

"Arima-sama wished to send me on a mission to Narukami prefecture. My duty was to lock the Twin Stars into a room."

A few blots of ink proved his reluctance to write "WHAT DOES HE TAKE ME FOR?" Instead, it was completed on the line below.

"I declined."

Perhaps it was how close she had been to him for the past few months, or the fact that his family often slipped embarassing stories about him, but Mayura had begun to see patterns in his behavior and she had not missed the change in his attitude towards her.

It irked her to no extent that she had no clue what ideas were spinning in that giant brain of his, but she could tell it wasn't anything comfortable.

Shimon restlessly moved from side to side, Mayura's lying form on his bed plastered in his mind. It had struck to him that she had begun to ease in his presence, no longer looking like a kitten in front of a tiger, but this was both bad and good.

Good because he was glad he could provide enough comfort for her to relax, but bad because his own instincts were spinning out of control.

Was this what his elder brother had told him about?

Since he had begun training, Shimon had no interest in anything that didn't have a kuji-kiri on it, so even thinking about himself now was strangely horrifying. And sureshot, his elder cousin Keiji had taken it upon himself to give Shimon "the talk" which had ended as soon as it began with a "this is unimportant" from the boy.

How he wished he had listened to the whole thing.

The boy who was lost in his thoughts, failed to notice Mayura had been watching him with a scowl. He looked so disturbed that she felt the need to ease his tension by her usual antics.

"What is this?" She lifted something from underneath the pillow, which just happened to be the new pair of glasses Shimon had bought yesterday after the last pair were shattered after his cousins had crashed in his room for the night.

Before he could stop her however, Mayura had already put them on and was walking around the room in circles.

"The whole world is a blurrrr..."

Shimon watched her silently as she giggled and put one foot after another like a child who has just learnt to walk. The blue eyed commander had had a very high number since he was a child and disliked wearing glasses because they got in his way. When introduced to lenses, he immediately took a liking to them and had worn them ever since. The days he was at home, he preferred the framed objects.

"Mayura," Shimon growled, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Put those down."

The blonde made a face at the boy and somehow managed to run out of the room without hitting the door. Well she did hit it, a little.

Laughing and running down the hall, Mayura had the feeling Shimon wouldn't be too far behind.

And he wasn't.

"Otomi Mayura,if you break that I will make you clean every hall in this house till I can see the ground clear as those glasses!"

The words of threat did nothing stop her however and she simply ran across the house, still somehow unaware that there was nobody but them in it.

Shimon chased the girl who could see a somewhat hazy figure in his place and just dodged, running back to the direction of his room. Something she seemed to have forgotten was that his room was at a higher level, which meant there was one tiny step at the door of his room.

And having not realised it, she missed it.

Mayura tripped and was about to fall straight on her face when Shimon burst in through the door and pulled her to him, which didn't do much help. She wasn't very light.

As Shimon's back made contact with his mattress, he couldn't have been happier that they didn't hit the tatami matts directly.

Ofcourse that was until Mayura fell right on top of him. She knocked the wind straight out of the boy who just remained coughing for a minute and a half with the girl apologizing again and again.

When Shimon finally did crack open his eyes, the situation seemed to have played right out of one of those cheesy movies his family liked to watch.

Mayura lay on top of him, her very large chest pushing into him and his hands wrapped around her slim waist.

And they were on his mattress.

He didn't understand if he felt dizzy due to the fall or the way his own body had heated up in response to her breath fanning his face.

Either way, he had the feeling he was going to lose his mind.

Mayura struggled to get off of him, but Shimon wouldn't let go, his hand still on her waist.

He was strong.

"Shimon.." she whispered, his name out of her mouth sounding like nectar to a bee.

And Shimon definitely felt like one, given the buzzing of all the nerves in his body.

Mayura's pink, soft lips were just centimeters away from his own and he had neither the self control nor the conscious desire to let her go.

Instead, he turned over, letting her back softly hit the bed and his hand caged her from both sides.

The girl looked around and gulped down the lump that had formed in her throat. They had been together for a good while now and it had begun to dawn on her that he had maintained his distance since the confession almost as if he was scared to touch her. And that was exactly what she had missed.

His touch.

Shimon ran his fingers along the side of her frame, the small gasps leaving her mouth only encouraging him to move further. Mayura's toes were pushing into the bedsheet to keep her from kicking out.

Shimon wasn't oblivious to the entire process albeit not very well versed in it either, but he'd let his instincts get the better of him just this once.

One hand found its way to her head and pulling her hair back, he drifted down to her lips as she closed her eyes.

The contact was so soft that the blonde girl had begun to melt like cotton candy underneath him. Shimon pushed deeper, tasting her as she was, the sweetness wrapping around his own. He absorbed her very essence to his soul taking her luscious lips like a candy cane on Christmas.

Mayura moaned as his tongue traced the shape of her lips and he drank it into his own throat, the memory of it now captured by him.

The boy pulled away slightly, biting and softly nibbling on her lower lip, as Mayura opened her mouth to let out a gasp.

He captured her lips once more, leaving no room for doubts, given his brain had just flown out the window.

His fingers hadn't stopped their adventure and as they played with the hem of her shirt. Mayura arched her back, pushing her front against his firm chest, eliciting a groan from both of them.

He drank in the nervous shivering of her fingers that made their way to his shoulders and the soft quivering of her lips as they waited for his to resume their attack.

Every last bit of control the salmon haired boy was exercising vanished as he pushed her shirt up while his lips trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck fingers tracing her luscious curves

"Wait!"

He reached for her lips but Mayura slightly pushed him away.

"I'm not eighteen." The blonde whispered through her ragged breathing.

"You're not." Shimon answered matter-of-factly, clearly annoyed at the interruption. Could she make it any more embarassing than it already was?

"This is illegal."

"It is."

"..."

Shimon sighed, proping himself on one elbow beside her, just looking uninterested. The silence that ensued caused him to break it. There was no thinking for him anymore.

"Have you ever broken a rule?"

Mayura considered this question. She had always been an honor student, top of her class and had been class president every year of her life. Unlike her childhood friend, Mayura barely ever did anything that would cause her trouble so the answer was very certain.

"..No?"

Shimon hovered over the girl once again, his lips dangerously close to hers. Her eyes began to flutter shut as she breathed in his scent.

"Me neither."

War waged among the two, whose passion would cause a fire being the question to be answered.

Shimon's soft and sweet touch had turned more urgent, more needy. Mayura began to push Shimon's shirt upwards, her thin fingers trailing along his muscled torso that shivered under her touch. This only pushed Mayura more, eliciting a groan from the older boy.

Shimon who by now had lost all patience, pushed her shirt above her head, an endeavor Mayura assisted him in. His cold hands touched her bare stomach and he ran his tongue upwards. Every nerve on the girl's body was ignited, the feel of his tongue pushing her off the edge.

Mayura reached for the corners of the mattress, crumpling the sheets under the force of her grip. Shimon kissed all the way up from her belly button to the valley between her breasts.

And Mayura could no longer contain the moan she had been holding back out of embarrassment.

"Shimon.." she called out as her hands grabbed him for support, her nails digging into his shoulder blade, sending a shiver down his spine.

Shimon nearly ripped the shirt off of him, letting her eyes wander down his body. Well, this wasn't the first time she was seeing it.

Curious fingers roamed the span of his chest stopping at particular places and then sliding down some. The boy bit his lip to keep the growl from escaping.

All this time, all these years of her life Mayura had believed she would always face the brunt of falling in love with a boy which would always go only one way. He had never loved her nor would he be able to and for a while she had believed she was alright with that.

But she certainly wasn't.

Her pain remained hidden until Shimon came along, showing her that one crimson eyed boy wasn't the end of the world, that there were so many more beautiful things to see.

That he would be there.

A tear slipped down the side of her face and Shimon looked at her with wide eyes. He pulled away, his mouth open in shock.

"Mayura?"

The girl pushed off the bed reaching for Shimon as she slung her hands around his neck, her head resting on his strong shoulder.

"Just so you know, I love you."

Shimon raised an eyebrow at her sudden confession, but nevertheless wrapped his arms round her nude body.

"I know."

Mayura giggled, nuzzling his nose with her own.

"Here's where you say you love me too!"

"Telling you is no fun,"

The boy smiled, pushing her down once more, before gazing down at her with his lust filled eyes and whispering to her,

" Let me prove it to you."

A game of passion ensued, hands roaming, lips fighting, moans raging. Words were now history as their bodies responded to each other, like a flower to light. After the fraction of a minute, clothes were off as they fought for dominance, hands pushing, pulling, hanging on for dear life.

His fingers danced around her body slowly rubbing every part it could touch. He caressed her bare breast, earning a loud moan from the girl who had squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. His lips trailed along the creamy flesh as she shivered underneath him.

The cyan eyed man had begun to feel a little more confident and had taken the lead, letting his hands wander lower and lower, causing the girl to clench the sheets, her delicious scent filling the room.

The boy ran his fingers softly over the sensitive area, feeling her twitch beneath him. He pushed into her entrance sending a shiver up Mayura's spine as she reacted with a shuddering moan. Fingers moved slowly inwards, exploring her womanhood in its entirety, causing Mayura to whimper and bite her lip till it bled. Water filled her eyes and sweat dripped down her back as her body got accustomed to the sudden movements, slowly easing the pain.

Shimon bent over to lay a reassuring kiss on her lips, as if telling her it was okay to be afraid and that he wouldn't hurt her.

And Mayura believed him.

It was her first time feeling so open, so vulnerable, so naked. But her heart had already accepted him and now, she'd let her body do the same. Mayura's eyes rolled to the back of her head as he pushed into her, her walls squeezing his length. She cried out as it hit every nerve in her, causing her excruciating pain but leaving her with a thirst for more.

Shimon had been the same - gritting his teeth that he fathomed would probably turn to powder soon - panting heavily, his rigid muscles moulding their movements with him.

He looked down at the girl whose chest moved with every breath she took, her eyes so dark that he could barely see the irises anymore, most probably mirroring his own.

"Shimon.." she managed to say in her trembling voice, shaky fingers hanging onto his arm for support. She looked so beautiful; the sunlight highlighted her face, her hair resembling the colour of the Sun.

And it was true, she was his Sun.

He reached down to her, caressing her soft features as she put one hand over his. He softly kissed her closed eyelids.

"Are you ready?" He whispered near her ear.

She said nothing, just tightened her grip on him as he thrust into her, throwing her head back in pleasure, her breathing coming out in the form of small gasps.

It hurt, it hurt a lot. But it felt so good, Mayura could feel herself standing on the edge of paradise. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he groaned at the throbbing ache.

She couldn't have enough of this, of him. Of anything that was happening right now. How could somebody be so happy? She had no second thoughts, no doubts in her mind. If there was one person she'd give everything to, it would be him.

As they both reached the height of fulfilment, Shimon captured Mayura's lips, as she screamed out of satisfaction.

She still had tears at the corner of her eyes that Shimon wiped away softly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, calming down as he watched her tense shoulders finally relax.

As he slumped beside her face down on the pillow, Mayura pulled the bed sheet over them, looking at his back rise and fall after their strenuous...exercise.

"You know," she said, smiling at him.

"I was thinking about dad."

Shimon groaned, turning around to look at her with tired eyes.

"That's one seriously unsexy thought you have there."

Mayura laughed, realising how terrible she had sounded.

"I mean, I can't wait to tell him about us! He likes you a lot."

Shimon buried his head in the comfort of Mayura's hair breathing in the strawverry shampoo and lulling himself to sleep.

And the only dream he had for the next few days were about the words Seigen had told him before they all left for the island.

"Keep Mayura away from the sharks."

Back then he had assumed "Shark" had been a metaphor for Rokuro, because of you know, his teeth, but who knew he'd end up being the carnivorous beast.

But everytime he'd have any doubt, he'd turn to look at Mayura who's mouth would be slightly open, soft snores escaping them. Pushing a strand away from her face, he'd wrap his hand around her waist and walk back into dreamland with her leading the way.

Well, it sure as hell was worth it.

I hope it was good! Thank you for reading and I'm looking forward to your reviews! Love y'all!