Stubble

She spun in circles before him and the fireflies spun with her, drawn to her like moths to a flame. She twirled her way across the clearing in some sort of impromptu dance before stopping in front of him, eyes glittering mischief he wasn't sure he wanted to know what was.

"Play a game with me." Her voice was a breathless whisper and he could smell the pumping of her blood. It was alluring in ways he didn't want to admit.

He raised a brow, and was about to tell her that he did not play games when he thought better of it. Unbalanced Miko's here to be handled with care. "What sort of game do you propose we play, my fractured little Miko?"

She grinned at him, baring her teeth in a way that tugged at something primal in him. Then she ran.

"Chase me! Find me!" she called out over her shoulder as she swerved though trees.

He couldn't stop himself from taking off after her; she had called him to hunt, and he didn't feel like fighting the urge.

He watched her as she ran, holding far enough back that she would think she had a chance at escaping him. And as she laughed, an, exhilarated sound, he allowed himself to really breath for the first time in a long time, to loose himself in a chase.

Just as he started to close in on his prey, she stopped, facing a small man-made pool of water. It was an old decorative well of some sort; not very large, but quickly gaining in depth. It was flanked on the back side by an old stone wall, covered in flowering vines and plants. Its shallows were filled with lotus blossoms.

She just cocked her head and stared at it in the light of the moon, as if she had forgotten their game, before wading into the ankle deep water.

She just stood there for an impossibly long time, letting the water roll around her ankles.

Then she bent down, picking one of the blossoms and turning to hold it out to him, as if she knew he was standing behind her all along, close enough to touch.

He startled her when he accepted the flower, taking it from her hands with the lightest touch and placing the bloom behind her ear. "It is lovely. Should it not remain in the company of all beautiful things?"

And as he ran his claws though her hair, tucking it away from her face, she fell back. He tried to grab the sleeve of her kimono, as she let a few strands of his silvery hair flow though her fingers as she fell back. She landed sharply on her rear in the murky water.

Looking down, she flicked her fingers in the water for a few moments, before rising to her feet.

She tugged on a lock of his hair as she walked deeper into the pond, almost leading him. Letting them flow though her fingers in a way he found alluring. Almost as alluring as the way her kimono floated around her.

Once she was waist deep in the water, she plucked the flower from her hair and cradled it in her hands, smiling softly as she did.

Though he was not as deep in as she, his hair floated around them, the strands of silver curling around them like the reflections of the moon upon the surface of the water.

Blowing softly over the delicate treasure in her hands she sent the petals to flight to dance in air all around them . "The lotus blossom blooms in still waters, untouched and peaceful. Would it want to be touched? To have it's petals grazed by another's essence? the flower is perfect, white... floating apart from the others. Static and unchanging. Such sad purity."

Reaching forward, she grasped a petal that had come to rest within the silvery locks of his hair. Slowly she traced it down the length of his check to his firm lips, the warm velvet caresses brought a small hitch to his breath. Absently her fingers wound themselves through the silky softness of his long, silver hair, pulling him slowly closer, drawing him in. "A plant may be content to live its entire life still and pure… but I am human – I crave touch." Something warm and inviting called to him from the depths of her eyes as she tilted her head back to gaze up at him.

Before he knew what he was doing one of his hands rose to run tender claws across the pulse in her wrist as she trailed the petal over his lips, murmuring words against her fingers that she couldn't make out. Golden eyes took on a feverish heat as they locked upon her mouth; as if drawn in an invisible string, he moved closer. His warm breath fanned over her face and for a moment she was breathing his breath before his mouth sealed over hers in a firm, demanding caress.

She wrapped her arms around him and they fell back into the water.

In the shallows, they lay tangled together amongst the floating lotus blossoms; lips firmly locked and bodies pressed tightly against one another's. All around them their hair swirled in a cloud of inky darkness and sliver light and for a short time, he was content to stay there in that moment, but the feel of her delicate hands rising up to smooth along his skin fully roused the primal urges that her provocative behavior had stirred not too long before.

They moved as one; exploring, touching. Her pale skin, which was warm and so very alive underneath his hands, glowed milky white in the silvery light of the moon as his fingers roamed over her small form. It was not long before they were both lost completely within each other.

Note: The Lovely R. Helped me ALOT with this one. Since i reolised my cripling inability to write kissing scenes. Also, you are officially caught up with everyone from Dokuga on this one; I've not wrote anymore. _ don't kill me, its on Hiatus.