"Ootori-sama, your wine is here," Barbara said as she reappeared with a decanter of wine and two long-stemmed wine glasses. She placed a glass at Kyoya's place, then at Shana's, before pouring the deep red liquid into the glasses. There was still some wine left in the decanter, so she placed it in the middle of the table. "Please enjoy your wine," she said before leaving.

She smiled to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. She had ignored it, but she had definitely noticed the way Shana and Kyoya were looking at each other… and it gave her the chills, all up and down her spine. Good chills. She looked at them, and immediately saw what she had with her fiancé, and it was all the more surprising because Kyoya had come here for dates before, or dinners with business associates, and he always looked so composed and cool, with his face always perfectly straight and maybe even slightly bored-looking. She chuckled. Shana was a lucky girl, and she had a feeling she knew it.

Desperate for something to do, Kyoya picked up the glass of wine and inhaled the scent of the wine, before tipping it and sipping a small amount of it. He savoured the taste, not too sweet, but not too bitter, striking the perfect balance, such that it was like sunshine bursting onto his tongue, decadent and delicious. He looked at Shana, who was staring at him, a little smile tugging on the corners of her mouth. She let out an infectious giggle and said teasingly, "So is the wine good?"

Kyoya smiled back. "It's absolutely perfect." The look in his eyes let her know that he wasn't just talking about the wine. She should have blushed, but somehow she knew he was going to say that, and she smiled. "I think it's wonderful too." She wasn't referring to the wine either. She gazed at him through seductive, half-lidded eyes, and he felt the reaction deep in his gut… and lower.

The soup and pate came, and with salad. The mixed greens – and deep purple – were lightly drizzled in a sweet and sour sauce, like lemon juice and orange juice, with a hint of a bite that seemed like vinegar… but then one could never be too sure in places like these. Secret ingredients were the name of the game, and all one could do was enjoy… and enjoy they did.

Shana speared a piece of an unknown purplish vegetable and popped it into her mouth… and immediately closed her eyes to savour the delicate taste of the bitter vegetable, combined with the heavenly taste of the dressing, chewing slowly to make it last longer. "Oh my God this is so good," she exclaimed softly, her eyes opening to smile at him radiantly, and his erection got harder. He couldn't help but imagine her looking at him like that, her eyes sparkling, a smile on her face, telling him it was good and – oh, God. He stifled a shudder as his mind went haywire, or maybe it was just swirling down the gutter.

Shana smiled to herself as she watched the emotions play out on his usually stony face. It was amazing, seeing the carnal desire, love, lust and happiness written across his face, and all of it was for her – her. When they finished their salads, Barbara appeared again, just like magic, and took the plates away. Shana picked up her fork and knife and cut a piece of the pate. This was… new. The pate she had been expecting was a pasty spread, usually served on toast or crackers or something. This was probably the entire piece, and nothing had been done to it, it was still… a real piece.

She gingerly popped it into her mouth, not sure what to expect. It still tasted like pate, but the texture was different. It was… soft, tender… "This is good!" she said, almost surprised. Kyoya chuckled at her expression over his bouillabaisse soup. He supposed she had never tried it that way before. Shana looked at him, cut him his own slice and held it to his lips. "Do you want some?" she asked, smiling at him, that generous spirit showing again. Unable to resist, Kyoya wrapped his lips around her fork and pulled the pate from it.

It definitely wasn't something that he had never had before; he had had much better pate, much better food, much better… everything. But chewing the pate from Shana's fork, from her plate, made it seem so much sweeter, so much better than it had been before, and he wanted to share something with Shana in the same way.

He lifted his spoon and took a spoonful of his soup, before placing it at her lips. Shana's eyes twinkled at him in merriment as she opened her mouth and took in the soup. Her soft pink lips slid off the spoon sensuously and he knew he was driving himself crazy imagining those lips sliding off something else, and his erection got even harder, chafing against his zipper.

Shana wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Ew, what's this!" she asked, dreading the answer. "Internal organs," he told her, struggling to hold in his laughter. Only Shana could do that, pull off the perfect combination of cute and sexy so that he could laugh at her even while he had a hard-on from her.

When they finished their appetizers, Barbara brought their meals, and they continued feeding each other portions of their meals. It was a sweet, loving, and extremely erotic experience for the two of them, and by the time they finished their meals, Shana's eyes were slightly glazed over and her nipples were peaked under her dress. She felt a rush of warm moisture between her legs and rubbed her thighs together self-consciously.

Kyoya wasn't faring that well either – his erection chafed against his zipper to the point of pain and he had resorted to palming himself surreptitiously under the table to adjust himself and to provide some friction to his needy… situation. His eyelids were heavy and half-lidded, and he was about to slam her up against the wall right there, and everyone else could go to hell.

Barbara came by to collect their plates and asked, pretending she didn't see the obvious signs of both their arousals. "Would you like some dessert?" she asked them, just to be professional – and all right, because she was curious as to what Kyoya would say. He almost growled at her. "No we don't want dessert. May we have the bill." The way he said it made it seem like a command instead of a request. Just for fun, she insisted. "Are you sure? We have a lovely tiramisu tonight, and some profiteroles. And a wonderful warm chocolate – "

Kyoya cut her off. "No." His vehement statement brooked no argument. Giggling inside, she brought him the bill. He opened his wallet – fuck, he'd had to reach into his pocket for it – and carelessly tossed a credit card onto the leather folder, not caring which one it was. When she brought it back to him, he hastily signed and kept everything. He couldn't stand up for a moment, knowing that everyone would see his urgent erection, and he looked at Shana helplessly.

Laughing at him, Shana stood up gracefully and he walked behind her all the way to the entrance, where they got their coats and he could cover up. They held hands as they walked back to the main road. Kyoya immediately flagged a taxi, not wanting to waste time going back to his apartment via public transport, and pushed her into it.

On the way home, Shana ran her fingers up and down his thigh, reaching tantalizingly close to his rampant erection but never really touching it, until Kyoya was gritting his teeth in frustration and agony. He wanted to just grab her wrist and push her hand against his erection and make her stroke him until the awful, wonderful agony he felt was gone, but he knew that he couldn't – the taxi driver would see. Damn him.

By the time they got back to his apartment, he was breathing heavily through his nose, trying desperately to act like everything was all right, while his hands were fisted against his thighs and his erection hurt. He fumbled for his wallet, randomly threw a few bills at the taxi driver, muttered, "Keep the change," and rushed Shana out of the taxi.

"So you thought it would be fun to tease me all the way back home, didn't you?" he growled at her as he hastily unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper of his trousers. His urgency had increased hers, and Shana started shucking her clothes too, reaching behind her to undo the zipper before stepping out of the dress when it pooled at her feet. Kyoya was momentarily taken aback; the strapless bra and matching thong were black. Lace. Black lace. He gulped for a moment, before attacking her. His large hands fumbled clumsily with the clasp, urgent need making his hands shake and lose his finesse. Why did this always happen with Shana? With her. Always with her, and only with her.

He yanked her panties off before shucking his own underwear and backed her against the wall, vaguely aware that he was still wearing his shirt, but not wanting to stop to take it off. His lips claimed hers in a forceful, almost brutal kiss as he raised her legs around his waist. "Hold on tight because I can't slow down," he warned her, before he slammed home.

"Oh, God," he moaned as he tried to focus on anything he could to stop himself from coming right at that moment. "Oh, fuck, Shana, you're so hot – so tight – " He began thrusting, thanking the gods and stars that she was already wet and needy, that he wasn't hurting her. He assumed he wasn't, anyway, since she was panting and making the most delicious little noises that he really, really hoped were of pleasure.

He had to mark her, had to make it known to everyone that she was his, and he did, biting down on her neck, before sucking and licking the pain away, soothing her by laving his tongue over the mark.

Shana shuddered as she felt his teeth sink into her skin, the pain mingling with pleasure, and she knew he was marking her, claiming her. The thought, which should have been abhorrent to her – how chauvinistic, after all – was, in fact, wildly arousing, and as he kept thrusting, hitting that spot, as he began to lick her neck, to soothe the pain, she found that she couldn't help it anymore, and convulsed in pleasure around him, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him to hold on. She heard someone making mewls of pleasure – were those really sounds she was making? How strange – right before she slumped back against the wall, sated and sweaty.

Kyoya felt her come, heard the amazing sexy sounds she made while in the throes of her orgasm, and as she tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, he found himself losing his mind and he came so hard, it almost hurt. Every sensation was heightened for him. She became hotter, wetter, tighter… oh, God, she was strangling him, she was squeezing him, and it was so good, so good, he never wanted her to stop, and then she was nuzzling his chest as he came back down to Earth.

"Oh, God, Shana," he said weakly, trying to describe to her how good it was for him, and failing miserably. He couldn't describe how intense it was, how beautiful, and especially not now, when he was sure that all his brain neurons were short-circuited and every single brain cell was fried.

She giggled softly and kissed his chest. "It's like that for me too," she told him, hugging him. "Now, if you don't mind, you're starting to slip and this isn't the most comfortable position for either of us, so would you consider letting me go so we can go to bed?"

Reluctant to relinquish his hold on her, and reluctant to leave her body, he pushed himself off the wall and stumbled to his bedroom, kicking the door shut on his way in, and the two of them tumbled unceremoniously on the bed. Something was niggling in the back of his mind, and when he thought about it for a little while, he realized what it was.

"Shit," he swore. "We didn't use a condom!" How many times had it been that they hadn't used one? Shana smiled at him. "It's okay baby, I'm on the pill," she told him softly as she snuggled into him. Kyoya wrapped his arms around her and she fell asleep almost immediately, so happy, so tired, so blissful, so in love.

He held her for a long time after she fell asleep, wondering what the hell he was doing with her, and how he had gotten so deeply entrenched in their relationship. Still, this felt right, and for once, he figured it couldn't be that wrong to follow his heart. With that resolved, he fell asleep with a small smile on his face and the woman he loved in his arms.

Hey peeps! (: Math is on Monday but I couldn't resist since today is the weekend and I've spent the entire week studying and having exams ugh. ._. I hate exams, who's with me! Still, I hope you enjoyed this lemon. I'm sorry it wasn't as long as the other one, but I hope it was satisfactory anyway. Love you all! (:

Yours,

Peachy Hikaru