They were at it again.

Lenalee sighed. She looked longingly at the writhing blankets across the campfire from her. She heard Allen giggle, and jealousy welled up inside her. What were they doing over there? It had been like this every night since they'd left headquarters, and every night the feelings inside her had just gotten stronger, just gotten harder to bear.

She turned her head away from the blanket, and her eyes met Kanda's for a moment. Had he been looking too? She blushed and turned away from him.

A quiet moan escaped from beneath the blankets. Lavi's moan. Lenalee felt excitement and shame rising together in the pit of her stomach. Lavi's moan. Whatever Allen was doing to Lavi, he was enjoying it. Whatever it was Allen was doing, Lenalee was sure she could do it better. She could be the one making Lavi moan. And he could be the one making her... Unconsciously, she slid her hand down her chest and settled it between her legs.

"No, Allen, not like... Nngh... Aaaaaaahhh..." Lenalee bit her lip anxiously. "Oh, yeah, just like that..." Four nights of this. Four nights in a row. She could already feel herself starting to get wet. They would be at this for another hour, at least. She didn't know if she could endure it again. Another hour of this, another hour of imagining Lavi and Allen... The way their hands... The way they... She slipped her hand inside her skirt and began to rub herself slowly, closing her eyes. A soft moan escaped her own lips.

She let the images fill her mind. She let the sounds wash around her. Lavi groaning, Allen giggling. The smell of the campfire and the feeling of warmth within her were everything. Lavi said something, and Allen responded in a low growl. Someone coughed behind her.

Kanda.

Blood flooded into Lenalee's cheeks. Kanda was right behind her. He could probably see exactly what she was doing. Waves of embarrassment crashed over her and she withdrew her hand, turning to see if he'd noticed her.

Kanda's eyes were trained on the blankets across the fire as well, and his own cheeks were as red as Lenalee's. He had a glazed look in his eyes, which was very unlike him. Kanda almost looked like he was lost in a dream. Lenalee's gaze drifted downward, down his chest to where his hands rested in his lap and...

Oh.

A thought occurred to her. Under other circumstances, she'd never consider it, but she NEEDED something to take her mind off of the- Lavi groaned again, and the sound sent chills up her spine.

"Ummm... Kanda?"

Kanda jumped in surprise at her voice. His hands scrabbled in his lap, trying to hide the telltale bulge in his pants.

"Oh. It's getting late, Lenalee. Maybe we should go to bed early tonight. You know, get an early start tomorrow." How unlike him. Kanda always ordered, never explained.

Lenalee crawled across the pebbly ground on her hands and knees, coming closer to him. She couldn't believe she was considering this. She couldn't believe she was actually going to...

"I think we should go to bed, too, Kanda. I think we should... you know... together." Crimson stained her cheeks, and she felt herself grow wet again. Oh, God, Lavi, why can't this be you?

"Uh... Lenalee, I don't really like gi-" Allen gave a plaintive whine from the blankets on the opposite side of the fire, and Kanda's back stiffened. "I mean, it's not that I'm not tempt-" The whine became a deep, empassioned moan, and Kanda's face turned even redder. "I appreciate the offer, it's just that I really-" Allen gasped once, twice, three times in quick succession; and the blankets began to rock back and forth in a steady rhythm.

"Shut up, Kanda." Lenalee threw herself on him, pinching her eyes shut as she pressed her lips to his. Just pretend. Just pretend he's Lavi. Lavi, you bastard, why can't you be doing this to me instead?


Kanda only resisted for a moment. Then, he was ripping Lenalee's uniform off of her as fast as she ripped off his. After four nights of this, over and over, he couldn't take any more. Not that Lenalee was his type, but he had to do something or he'd go mad.

Just pretend, he thought, pinching his own eyes shut. Just pretend she's Allen. Somehow. Moyashi, you bastard, why can't you be doing this to me instead?