A/N: THIS have been started and left uncompleted since MAY! MAY I tell you! That's four months! I've been trying to fight off the writing block for a while now, so lucky for you guys this one shot didn't get toss out to the digital rubbish bin.

Red Light, Green Light, Go

Thrusting her against the wall, stray light brown hair mixed with my navy blue, the slight grunt of complaint was muffled by our lips, sealed in a deep, passionate and hungry kiss.

My hands were everywhere: touching, feeling, pulling and ripping at her clothes to reveal more flesh for my lips to meet; kiss; nip; claw and bite at.

Her moans of pleasure, mixed with pain, were the only sounds made in the tense air.

I woke with a start – my heart pounded from my elicit dream.

Regaining my senses, I looked around our still, dark bedroom; I realized the sound of gentle breathing against my chest.

In my arms I literally held the girl of my dreams, sleeping ever so soundly with her caramel hair marring her peaceful face from my view.

I tightened my grip to bring her warmth closer to mine, and my heart calmed and beat at a slower rate.

Her tranquil and peaceful face was a stark contrast to the expression and demeanor she's held as of late – her mood had been foul lately; the stress of work boiling over to her daily life and she found almost everything intolerable.

But I love even that side of her – the side no other person ever gets to see; the side she only shows to me; a side, that no matter how unreasonable I can't help but love.

I moved my hands so I could cradle her head against my chest more properly, but as I past over her tense and stiff muscles, I decided to massaged the knots away instead.

I will wait.

It had been a long day.

I took off my shoes as I stood in the threshold of our apartment, leaning heavily against the wall. A long deep sigh escaped from my chest.

"Shizuru?" She called out from the living room.

I walked over to main area of our apartment, trying to subtly work out the kinked in my shoulders as I did – it had been another day spent with incompetent co-workers that can not even uphold their own share of the workload; another day with clients that seems adamant in making everything difficult; another day where everything seemed to find a way under my skin.

And there she was, sitting on the couch, twisting and looking back towards me – with that same gentle smile that she's been giving me the last few days – it's like she is mocking me with that smile.

It was a carefree smile – one that just doesn't seem to understand the hardship I've been going through.

She didn't understand…

But that wasn't entirely true. Her work load was comparable to mine; our hours in the office were practically the same, yet she was still able to return home and still greet me with a smile – a smile that serves to only ridicule me for letting the stress of work get to me whilst she handled it all better than I.

"I'll start getting dinner ready. You go take a shower first." She swung her body to stand up – needing to gain momentum to lift her self from the couch – a sure sign that she too was tired and had a weary day.

My brows creased.

This had gone on for a few days – my horrible mood and her considerate conduct. How is it she can remain so kind to me despite her own trying days? How is it that she can still smile so genuinely at me? And why, why does her kindness and consideration only serve to add to that burning fire in me?

"Shizuru?" She whispered in concern, having approach beside me to gently cup my downcast face in her hand.

I looked up into her eyes – in her eyes – I saw my own fiery red ones reflected in them.

My eyes – they were demanding – they held an order only for her.

In that second, she seemed to have understood, but before she could act, I had already sealed our lips, clenching my eyes shut and roughly pushing her backwards – and she let me – pushing her until her back was against the wall.

My hands searched frantically for those buttons of her shirt, my fumbling fingers finding trouble decided to pull the garment over her head instead.

I pulled away from our kiss to give attention to the proposed idea but then the next thing I knew our positions were reversed. She had took me by the shoulders and turned the two of us around and thrust me against the wall – causing a dull thud in the hollow structure – it was light, light enough to not cause any pain but strong enough to bring my attention fully onto her.

She stared into me, her deep emerald eyes engulfing me from my thoughts; from my day; from my world – there were only her eyes, and her eyes were demanding.

Go.

A/N: And that, what you've just read my dear readers, is the closest thing I'm going to write to anything thing remotely close to smut, so don't go asking for any more than I'm giving, just let your own mind wander.

And let me know your take on the 'Power Dynamic' theme in this one shot if you have the time because, even though I know its there, I can't really get a good hold on it myself, and I want to know what came across to you