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Amai loved kissing. She considered herself very good at kissing, and also very experienced. Not that being a good kisser was something she'd normally brag about. However, she needed a quick reminder that she was an excellent kisser because Jin's abilities were out of this world.

Gasping for air, Amai bonked heads with Jin, laughing. They both hushed each other, aware that there were others in Amai's house; Atsushi was stationed on the first floor, asleep on the couch. Yuriko was several doors down and she just happened to be one hell of a deep sleeper. The two young ones were at their grandmother's and the Nagori parents were on a quick holiday. When Jin had knocked on her window, he'd had no idea of his perfect timing.

"Wow," Amai whispered, grinning widely.

Jin nodded, keeping himself pressed tight against her, where they lay on her futon. The window was open and a cool summer breeze filtered in. It was Amai's last summer at home before college and she was ready to make the most of it.

Jin leaned down, his lips pressing against the pulsing vein in her neck. It felt exotic and possessive...Amai gasped again as his teeth nipped her chin.

"Jin!" she gasped again.

He paused and looked at her, his gaze clear, like the night sky outside. He was so transparent, and Amai was usually glad for it... except she knew EXACTLY what he wanted, tonight.

But... would it mean the same thing? Amai had had sex once before, and the boy had turned out to be a pretty terrible person later and they'd broken up. Sex wasn't a big deal to her... not in THAT way ... but it was MEANINGFUL. She knew sex with Jin would be more important to her than sex with her ex-boyfriend. Jin was, after all, a demon... What did demons think about sex, anyway? And who could she have asked? Botan? The gossipy girl could never keep anything to herself. Chu? He'd never let her live it down. And talk about awkward. Genkai? Yeah... like that would happen.

Yuriko had given her a pretty thorough 'talk' a few years earlier, but she'd be pretty lost about the demon aspect of it all.

Jin quirked his head, pursing his lips some. Amai realized she'd been staring blankly.

"Huh," she breathed, reaching an anxious conclusion: the best person to ask would be Jin himself.

"Wot?" he pouted. "Are ye not enjoyin' yerself, lass? An' here I am thinkin' I'm doin' a fine job-"

"Oh, you are," Amai laughed, sitting up.

Jin remained confused, sitting up with her. His very being seemed to shout 'well, why're we stoppin' then?' Amai pulled her messy hair over her shoulder and toyed with it as she thought through her words very carefully.

"Jin." Amai started, then stopped when he smiled broadly. "What?"

"Nothin'," he replied. "Ah jus' like when ye say my name s'all."

Now Amai found herself smiling, slightly more confident.

"Jin, I... well... how do you... I was just..." she blurted it out. "I really care for you and I don't know if it means the same thing to you, as a demon, and I just don't know how to show you how much I care for you and-"

Amai narrowed her eyes and growled, suddenly. "... and it's NOT funny."

"'s a little funny," he replied cheekily.

Amai smacked his arm and harumphed, frustrated. "I just... I don't want to ruin what we have, whatever it is."

Jin seemed to consider this. "Humans are a right funny folk. Always thinkin' too much. But maybe yer thinkin' about me bein' a demon and such?"

Amai nodded, her face a ghastly shade of red. So Jin crossed his arms and thought a moment. Admittedly, Amai desperately wanted to take back her worries and kiss him hard on those pouty and thoughtful lips.

"'member when Ah told ye demons are all diff'rent, like humans? Some demons... matin's just a way to spread the wild oats, yeah? Others, it's very serious. Me? Ah'm... in between, Ah think. All Ah know is... Ah don't wan' t' lose ye, Amai." he narrowed his eyes and smirked rather sensuously. "Ah want t' make ye mine."

Amai's spine tingled and she shivered in sheer anticipation. Suddenly his lips were back on hers and her arms were around his neck, and she grinned against his lips.

"You're mine." she told him possessively. And she showed him so.