Hello every one! long time no write I know! But here is another small smut that i started years ago and never actually fnished untill now.

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Enjoy

Kira-Jayde

The cool breeze was annoying. It was causing his hair to flap in his face and block his view. He brushed his bangs away and looked up to the moon. He glared at it, daring it to say something about why he was where he was. Turning his attention back to the window, he shifted on the balcony.

He could hear the soft moans and whimpers through the closed glass. He sighed. He had heard those same sounds for the past few nights. During the day she would deny everything and smile it off. He had asked her about it when she was alone, but she told him not to worry. Of course he was going to damn well worry. He lo…well he didn't love her, he cared about her. He couldn't love her, not when she loved another.

The sounds of the sheets rustling caught his attention. She was tossing and turning. He sighed again. It was getting worse. The soft whisper of his name reached his ears and had him turning to look back in the room. She was sitting up in bed, her short hair sexily tousled and looking straight at him through tired eyes. He blinked and turned his head away. She called his name again. He ignored her, maybe she would go back to sleep. Again her soft voice reached his ears, but this time it was sad, and also with sobs. He looked back at her; she had her arms around her legs and her head on her knees. Her body was shaking with sobs. He sighed. Why couldn't have been any of the others watching her? Oh right…he didn't want them near her. He stood, flicking his hair over his shoulder and opened the glass doors. Closing them behind himself he made his way slowly to her bed. She looked up at him with teary eyes and a tear streaked face. It tore him apart to see her like this. He wanted to see her happy. He sat on the bed beside her and pet her shoulder lightly. He wasn't expecting her to throw her self into his arms and cry into his chest, but he wrapped his arms around her any way and gently rubbed her back.

"It was so awful," she whimpered into his embrace.

"What was?" He asked softly.

"The dreams. They were horrifying, I don't like them. I want them to stop. Please make them stop."

"I can't. Tell me what they were about. It would take something really horrifying to startle you."

"You died. All of you died. At my hands. I killed you! I hate myself."

So that was what had her whimpering at night. But why would she hate herself? They were only dreams.

"Don't hate your self. The others wouldn't want to hear you say that. Some one is probably messing with your head. Don't believe any of it. It isn't like you to do so."

"But they were so real. I don't want any of you to die. I love you all. I don't ever want you to leave me."

"We won't. We will stay with you. You need to sleep." He gently pulled her off him and laid her back down. Her sad eyes looked up at him.

"Will you stay with me? Please?"

"I need to stay outside. You know that." He said sadly. He would have loved to hold her while she slept, but not when she loved another. Especially that bastard.

"Please? I…I feel safer with you. Please stay with me for a little while, and then you can leave."

"Fine. I will stay until you sleep. Then I go."

She smiled softly at him. "Thank you." She rolled over to her side to face his thigh and slid her hand up the bed until she reached his fingers that were worrying the material of the sheets. She gently slid her fingers between his hand held his hand, closing her eyes and breathing deeply when he froze and tried to move his fingers back. Only when he saw she was asleep did he relax his fingers and stroke her thumb softly with his. She looked beautiful when she was sleeping. He had watched her many nights, just watching her breath and sleep. He loved her. There was no use denying it, not when he looked back on all the stuff he did for her with out her knowing. Watching her as she slept, and when she as at school. Her annoying class mate knew he was there and would make comments, but he hid from her view when she turned to look. He didn't want her to know what he was up to. He watched her at everything she did. All during the day and at night. It was a good thing he didn't need to sleep as much as she did. She sneezed softly in her sleep. She was so beautiful and she didn't even know it. Of course he and the others did, and the others told her often. She would blush and thank them but would look sad for the rest of the day. He wondered why that was. He removed his hand from her grasp and stood. Placing a butterfly kiss on her lips, he left the room and jumped over the balcony, landing on the ground silently. He looked up to her room one last time before turning and walking away swallowed by the darkness.

The next morning she woke slowly, blinking several times before she opened her eyes fully. It must have been another dream last night. He would never comfort her like he did last night. Looking down beside her she found truth against her claim. The bed sheets were left indented from where he had sat and held her as she cried. She wished she could have woken to him holding her, or at least sleeping beside her, but he didn't love her. He showed her no care, no love nothing. Last night he mustn't have been feeling well. She climbed out of bed and made her way into her bathroom. She loved him, but she would never say. He hated her. He was always telling her how bad she was doing. And he never complimented her like the others did. They always told her she was beautiful. It made her blush, but he would never say it. He was always looking the other way. It made her sad that he hated her. She tended to spend more time around the others as they were always smiling and showing her affection. He would watch on with a scowl on his handsome face, his long dark hair falling over his shoulder. What she wouldn't give to run her fingers through his dark hair. She bet it was silky to the touch, and that he must have spent a lot of time on it. His dark eyes were mesmerizing. She remembered the first time she saw them, and fell in love with his eyes immediately. Falling love with the rest of him took some time. He was arrogant, rude and always putting her down. One of the others had explained that some of his harsh actions were his way of showing that he cared. She felt happy after learning that, and went out of her way to please him, to no avail.

The hot water on her body felt wonderful and she never wanted to leave the nice sensation. Although if his hands caressing her body was the other option, she would be all for it. She loved him with all her heart, but it was wasted. He would never love her. She had often fantasized over him at night, each scenario as steamy as the next. She was willing to give herself to him, to lose her virginity to him. She was eighteen and had never even touched a man. Nor had a man touched her the way she wanted. Her body yearned for him. She found that out when she had caught him one of the showers downstairs. Instead of turning and leaving like a good girl, her lust got the better of her and she just watched from a distance. Her body reacted by a heated ache between her thighs. She was practically drooling over his body as she watched him shower. His hair was out and cascading down his lean back. She wanted to run her hands through his hair and over his body. Then he turned around to wash his hair. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. She had never seen a naked man before, so she couldn't be one to judge but he was huge! She wasn't so sure he would fit into her tiny body, but that only made the heated ache much, much worse. She left then, almost unable to stop her self from joining him the shower. Now when ever she saw him train shirtless, the ache came back. She had spoken with her friends who had told her a way to help the ache. She had tried it in the bathroom one night, wetting her fingers first. It felt uncomfortable at first, but as she continued it felt great. Was this what she was missing out on because she refused to go with the other men? A habit was created where she would pleasure herself every night before bed. She would close her eyes and picture his fingers inside her instead. It felt wonderful. She wished that he would pleasure her, instead of her doing it herself. But it would never happen. He didn't love her. She should go with another man, and forget about him, but she couldn't. She loved him too much, and only wanted him to touch her the way she did to herself.

She found her fingers moving toward her thighs. She smiled at her self. She was all hot over him already and she had only just woken up. She knelt on the tiled floor, keeping her head under the water as she rocked her hips against her fingers. She moaned his name softly. Gods, how badly she wanted him. She couldn't live like this. That's it, she decided. Today she would tell him exactly how she felt. She just hoped she wouldn't chicken out.

She chickened out. He had just been sitting there doing nothing but reading a book as she approached him. She couldn't form the words in her mouth. Only gape silently at him.

"Did you have something you wanted to say? Or do you like blocking my light?" He asked softly yet rudely, not even bothering to look up at her.

"I wanted to thank you, for last night." She said quickly. She kicked herself mentally. That was not what she had wanted to say.

"You should have said something about it earlier. You shouldn't have let it get out of hand. I'm sure one of the other three would have helped you find away to prevent it from happening."

"I didn't want to worry any of you. Besides, what were you doing on my balcony?"

"Standing guard. We take turns in doing so. Maybe you forgot."

She blushed. She had forgotten. Stupid her.

"Any way. I wanted to thank you, for staying beside me like you did. I slept better knowing you were watching out for me."

Now she was getting some where, if she could just lead it along a bit, then she'd tell him.

"I didn't have anything better to do. Just stand out side in the cold. Next time tell one of us."

"Fine, you stupid grump. I'm sorry for showing my appreciation!" She kicked a stone at him and stormed off.

Later that day she had seen him and one of the others training, him shirtless like usual. Again the heated ache came back. She tried to ignore it. How could she have chickened out? She couldn't keep pleasuring herself behind everyone's backs. She wanted him. She needed him. She needed him so bad that it hurt. The ache got more intense as time went. Soon it was unbearable and she would have to take care of it. Her face felt wet, so she wiped at it with the back of her hand. She had been crying. She blinked back her tears and took off for the house, avoiding every one that asked what was wrong. She made it back to her room and locked the door. She rushed into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. Her panties were soaked through. Why did he have such an effect on her? Kneeling on the tiled floor under the hot water, she thrust her fingers harder and faster than before. She moaned his name. She needed him.

He could feel her watching him train. He felt bad about what he had said to her earlier. Maybe she was plotting revenge for it. He continued his training with out looking in her direction. Suddenly some one was shouting at him. Apparently she had run off crying. Okay, now he felt really bad for upsetting her. He offered to go see what was wrong. He pulled his shirt back on and made his was over to the large house. He leapt up to her balcony and walked in side, closing the doors behind him. The room was empty but the sound of water running told him she was in the bathroom. He would wait. As much as he would love to walk in on her showering, he wasn't about to. Only after looking towards the bathroom, did he realize that the door was not closed like usual. She always closed the door when she showered. So why didn't she do so this time? He walked over to the open door and looked in. The view that was presented him was so hot. He felt his pants tighten. She was kneeling on the shower floor, rocking her hips to an erratic rhythm. His pants got tighter when he realized where her hand was. What he wouldn't give for it to be his hand.

Then she moaned his name.

Oh god. She said his name just right. Wait a minute, she moaned his name? She was lusting after him? He could care less. But right now, he wanted it to be his hand. He closed the door and walked up behind her, and dropped to his knees behind her. She was oblivious to his presence. He snaked his hand around her waist and downwards to where her hand was busy thrusting in and out. He moved her fingers aside, and inserted his own long thin fingers into her. She gasped and her inner walls convulsed around his fingers. She was so warm, and wet. She rocked against his wrist panting and gasping his name over and over. Who was he to deny her? He quickened his pace, thrusting hard and long into her tight, warm, wet opening. She went rigidly straight as her orgasm took over. She relaxed and slumped against him. He murmured her name softly in her ear. She was so sexy and she didn't know it. He kept his pace up as he stared down at her heaving chest. His blood was pounding in his ears. And his dick was throbbing painfully. He wanted to fuck her, but he needed to know if it was his name she was going to scream, not the bastard's. He stopped his hand from moving and slid it out of her, sliding his sticky fingers up her hip and stomach to her waist.

"How long have you been doing this?" He asked softly as he turned the water off.

"Months," she gasped out as her body calmed down. "Why are you here? And why did you…?"

"One of the others said you ran off crying. I thought it was from what I said this morning, so I came to apologize. I couldn't help but join in. You looked so beautiful covered in water and moaning my name."

She burst in to tears un-expectantly. "But you hate me!"

He was genuinely confused. He didn't hate her, hell he loved her. "I don't hate you. I do not hate you…I…I love you."

There, he said it. Now to find out how she felt.

"What? You love me? But you are always so mean to me, calling me stupid, pushing me so hard."

"I wanted you to succeed. I love you. I want to be with you. Do you feel the same way?"

She started crying again. "I can't believe you! You could have told me sooner."

"I thought you loved some one else. I didn't want to love you if you loved another."

"I've loved you for months. You're the cause of this. I do this every night, because I thought I couldn't have you."

"Well you have me now. Do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you. I love you so much it hurts." She turned around to face him. He sat back on his calves to look at her. Her breasts were round and perfect. Her pink nipples stood proud. Her flat stomach was glistening with water that dripped down to the dark curls between her thighs. She grabbed his hand in hers and brought it to her breast.

"Make love to me please? I need to have you inside me. Please?"

"Are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you."

"I've wanted you to fuck me for months. Please, do it now?"

He smiled at her, but stood, then helped her to do the same. He lent down and kissed her gently. She moaned into his lips and opened her own. His tongue slipped in to massage the inside of her mouth. She pressed her self against him. He gasped as her hips brushed against his and his throbbing erection. He led her to the bedroom. She followed him quietly. He laid her in the middle of her large bed. He hovered over her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked again.

"Yes. Now fuck me!"

He smiled and dropped down beside her. He pulled his shirt off over his head, and then unzipped his jeans freeing his large throbbing erection. He sighed in relief and kicked them off the rest of the way. She was staring at him, or rather his large appendage poking into her thigh.

"You're so big." She said softly. "Will you fit?"

"Yes, I'll fit. Your body will stretch for me," he said kissing her gently and rolling back on top her, making sure to keep his full weight off her by leaning on his elbows. Her hands found their way into his hair, and she giggled happily. He broke away from her.

"I've always wanted to touch your hair. It's so soft."

"Only for you." He kissed her neck as he slid one hand to her thighs. He parted them gently and positioned himself at her entrance. "Are you sure about this?"

She sighed. "Yes. Please. I need to have you in me." She arched up to him, her nipples rubbing against his chest.

"It will hurt." He said sadly.

"It will?"

"Yeah. For a minute or so. Then it will go away."

"When you take my virginity?"

"Yes. I'll make it better, I promise." He kissed her again as he pushed his tip into her. She squirmed and lifted her hips to his. He pushed him self further into her opening. She was so wet, warm, and so tight it hurt. But he wanted it all the same. He reached her barrier. He paused and looked back at her. "Are you really sure?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes. Please, now."

Slowly he pulled himself back out, latching his mouth on to hers, and gently thrusting back in, breaking the barrier keeping him from her. She gasped into his mouth and froze. The pain was almost unbearable. Worse than all her battle injuries. He froze as well, not wanting to hurt her further. He waited patiently for her eyes to open. When they did he kissed her gently. He pulled back out, and slowly pushed back in. She winced a little but as he continued his slow movements the pained lessened and was replaced with immense pleasure. This felt better than all the times she pleasured herself. Being with him completed her. She squirmed underneath him, her hands every where, touching all of him that she could. His tongue trailed fire across her skin as his mouth moved down to her neck. His hands were holding her hips in place as he quickened his pace, his thrusts getting faster.

Her walls convulsed around his large shaft. She was close. And he wanted her to come now. She was moaning his name softly, bucking her hips to his. He grunted her name and thrust harder. He had wanted this for so long. His dark hair and come out of its fastener. She grabbed a handful of the dark silky locks and ran her fingers through it slowly. His mouth attached back to hers, his tongue gently sliding into her wet cavern. Her stomach felt funny, like it had been tied into a knot. The only way to ease it was for him to go harder and deeper. He complied with her request, holding her hips firmly as he did so. It hurt now, so much pleasure building up in her stomach.

"Oh gods," she moaned. He grunted in reply; he was trying to relieve the tension building in his gut. He wanted her to come, clenching around his shaft.

She screamed into his mouth as the knot broke and pleasure surged through her entire body, from her stomach right down to her toes and fingers. Her body shook as her orgasm over took her. Her inner walls tightened around him as he thrust in. Her muscles stroked him, forcing him to release as well. He grunted louder into her mouth as his hot seed spilled into her. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at her, she was panting, still coming down from her high. She had never looked more beautiful in his eyes. She looked up at him, blushing slightly. He nuzzled her cheek softly.

"I love you," he murmured to her. She smile and kissed him.

"I love you too." He could feel her inner walls still spasming around his dick as he was still buried deep with in her. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to taste her as she came into his mouth. He pulled himself out gently as he kissed her passionately. His hand moved to her breast as he massaged the small mound with his hand. Her petite nipples stood proud as his mouth latched onto the other one. He suckled and nipped at her gently with his teeth. His fore finger and thumb worked at rolling her other hard nipple. She moaned in pleasure as her hands went to his hair, grabbing handfuls and pulling him closer. He removed his mouth and his other hand took its place. He kissed her once more, before trailing his tongue down her sweaty skin, his tongue trailing fire, just beneath the surface, her muscles tightening at the sensation. He reached her navel and dipped his tongue in before sucking on her skin gently. He trailed soft kisses down to her hips. She sighed in pleasure and lifted her hips to him. His hands trailed down to her hips to hold them in place as he nuzzled her dark curls. He burrowed his nose deeper and inhaled her sweet scent. His fingers moved her thighs apart further, giving him a clear view of his treasure. He flicked his tongue at her bud and moved back quickly as she managed to thrust her hips off the bed. He smiled and held her down a little more firmly. He darted his tongue out again and took a long sweep of her opening with it. She started calling out his name softly as he began to work her folds with his tongue, cleaning her of her juices. One of his hands crept over her thigh to gently rub the bundle of nerves above her opening, moving in circles, stoking up and down, and going back to circles. His dug his tongue deeper into her opening, his nose pushing against her clit. Thrusting in and out of her tight opening, his hair fell from his shoulders to slip against her smooth skin. He could feel her tensing under his hold and knew she wasn't going to last long. He removed his tongue, and slid two long fingers deep into her slowly. Thrusting gently he lapped at her clit with his tongue, nipping at her soft flesh with his teeth occasionally. He hips began bucking off the bed, even while under his firm grasp. She was close. He could smell it. He sucked on her clit gently and wiggled his fingers at her pleasure spot, deep inside her. Her moans increased in pitch, a clear sign she was going over the edge any second now. Her inner walls clamped down on his fingers as she reached her climax. He smiled to him self as he kept his tongue moving, keeping her going as long as possible. A rush of her juices flowed over his fingers and his knuckles. Her body stopped shaking and she tried to regain her breath. He licked her clean, slowly, with long slow strokes. After he had finished as she had controlled her breathing he slithered back up her body, planting soft kisses along her hot skin. She kissed him fiercely, over and over, trying to pour how she felt about him into that touch. He responded hungrily, forcing his tongue into her mouth, caressing her tongue with soft movements. He pulled away and placed a single kiss to her head.

"Sleep now. We have the rest of the day ahead of us." He soothed to her, sliding his hand up to cup her cheek. She smiled sweetly at him before nodding and closing her eyes.

She was as sleep as soon as her lids closed, and he smiled to him self as he watched his treasure sleep soundly, before allowing him self to sleep into unconsciousness.

was supposed to be a fanfic... but the ending kinda got out of hand

I might fix it up laters with a better ending...But pleasee have a guess at who the lovers are. and No its not any one from Inu Yasha or Sailor Moon.

please let me know who you think they are

Kira