A/N: Thanks for your continued support everyone! This chapter is a little... erm, how shall I put it without spoiling it? Wow, steamy! I swear it's the heat from the sun. As always, please leave a review for me. :)

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"Me rub it on for you...?" Kimihito trailed off in a daze, eyes wandering from the bottle in her hand, to her parted rose-bud lips, and down to her generous bosom - the gentle rise and fall indicative of her inhalation and exhalation.

Miia nodded in response, almost too eagerly, and without waiting for a definite answer, had taken up residence on the towel, lying prone on the sand, undoing the string that tied the top in place. She cast a longing look over her shoulder at him, and he could feel the perspiration begin to accumulate on his back, kneeling to reach for the dropped sun block bottle. Once more, squirting a handful, he faced her.

"O-Okay..." He trailed off, shifting so that he could sit seiza style by her side, he attempted to steady his hands, coated in a liberal amount of the pale beige substance.

"Make sure not to miss a spot, Darling~!" She added, much to his delight and chagrin. He was certain, thus the hesitation, that she may dislike his wandering hands. If she had leaned farther back earlier, he could have seen her bountiful chest...

'It's just sun block...' he repeated to himself mentally, like a mantra. Closing the remaining distance between them, his tremulous hands finally made contact with the smooth, unblemished skin of her back, a thrill shooting up his spine. Miia had immediately leaned forwards once more, burying her face in her folded arms. Kimihito had initially believed she had reacted to his unwanted hands upon her, so had momentarily tensed, but seeing as she did not protest, he began, his hands calming.

Leaving some excess by her shoulder blades, he started at the nape of the neck, just below the hair line, his fingers and hands lightly massaging the sun block onto the skin, working to the base of the neck, and to both sides, faintly feeling her collar bone in front once. He continued the downward descent, just avoiding the arm pits, and shifting laterally back to the centre, to her scapula, and he pressed a little harder, eliciting a muffled sound from her, whose lengthy tail seemed to have stiffened in response. Kimihito did not linger on the thought, hands starting to move automatically as he meticulously continued down Miia's back. That is, until he reached her lower back, when the heel of his hands dug a little into the supple flesh, her tail winding around his waist in the process. Was she trembling? He did not notice until he reached the base of her back, where the smooth scales met human skin that with a jolt, she had pushed up from her position with a sensual sigh, tip of her tail in one hand, and ravenously eyeing him. Her cheeks were flushed, a roseate hue, and she... was baring her chest! Heavens, they were on a public beach! Quick, something to cover her with. However...

His eyes felt as if they were about to take leave of him! What a sight! he dared not dip any lower, but his dilemma was resolved with her lounging at him, flattening him against the far end of the towel, pressed chest to chest with him. Miia's voluptuous bosom was pushed against his pectorals, and he could feel pert, hardened nubs drag along heated flesh, coaxing a foreign, sound from him too. Kimihito could barely process all these successive events, for with not a moment's delay, her invitingly warm lips crashed against his. Was... tonight the night of a full moon?

This kiss was significantly different than the usual subdued kiss upon the cheek. This, was the fervent lip lock of desperate desire, as was made evident with her hands cupping his face, as if to hold him in place. He would have commented that he could not move, regardless, due to her tail around his waist, but his mind had suffered a fascinating shock.

Kimihito's most rational thought was that Miia's warm lips were incredibly soft and enticing. Next, was that her chest was mindbogglingly pliable. While absorbed in such a manner, he finally discovered her elongated tongue had managed to slip past his lips into the wet orifice, touching, tasting, teasing - this was the best kiss they had shared, hitherto.

A/N: Thanks for reading, how did you like it, readers? If I can manage to get it done on time, I might have a Christmas omake. ^_^ It's a bit out of season for the timeline of the story, but let's see what we can manage. :P