Yeah, I'm back :D

there's a little lemon/lime mist in this story...yummy!

"Where're we goin'?" Asuka asked, her words literally falling from her mouth. I looked down at the petite girl. She was so warm! I felt like I was holding the sun in my arms. The drugs were causing a fever to erupt from inside of Asuka. Her skin was damp and sticky and her eyes resembled dull dirt that's never received a drop of water in all its days. She was lifeless.
"To a motel," I replied, approaching my overnight home. "There's a first aid kit in my room".

I quickly maneuvered past the security guard and up a flight of stairs to my room. With a stiff kick, the room door flew open...

I walked into the dark room and I gently layed Asuka's limp body on the sofa. I left the light off to keep more heat from coming into the room. After removing Asuka's heels from her feet and my goggles from my head, I went into the bathroom. I looked inside my toiletry bag. I had practically everything: I had medical tape and gauges (It may seem strange, but if you got into fights like I did you'd need these, too.), aspirin, I even had condoms! I want to give her another pill to reduce her fever, but I'm not sure what kind of effects my pills and the roofies might have on Asuka. The results could be beneficial, but in her drugged state, it could prove to be fatal. The only think I could think of doing was to break the fever with cold water.

I put a rubber stopper in the drain of the bathtub and after grabbing a rag, I soaked it with cold water. I put the medical tape and gauge in my pocket and but my bag away. I left the water running so it could fill the tub, drained out all the excess water in the rag and returned to Asuka, who was panting like a dog. For a moment, I was distracted by her appearance. Her lips were parted slightly, shallow breaths rushing in and out, her breasts rising and falling with each gasp and her legs were open. She looked disturbingly sexy...Goddamnit ...If only she wasn't like this.

I brought myself back to focus and knelt beside Asuka. I took her wounded hand within my own and delicately wiped the blood off her hand. Her consciousness briefly returned in her feverish haze. Once her palm was clean I examined her hand. The cut wasn't as bad as I thought it was. When it was bleeding earlier, I assumed she would need stitches, but a few bandages will do. I stroked the length of her injury before wrapping it and she cringed.

"It hurts..." she grumbled, wiggling her fingers.

"Sorry 'bout that." I said, sealing the tap, laying her hand back down and returning to the bathroom.

The tub was almost halfway filled, but not enough. Instead of reusing the same rag, I got another one, dipped it into the small pool of water and then went back to Asuka.
"I'm hot..." she whined. "I'm so hot, Hwoarang."

"Yeah, yeah, Kazama, I know." I replied.

I folded the rag into a long rectangle and placed it on Asuka s forehead. She moaned. I felt my skin tingle.

"Take it off, Hwoarang. It's hot." she murmured, turning her head away from the rag and my hand.

Even when she's sick, she s still s a f*cking pest. I grabbed her head and held it still.
"No, you need this for your fever, Kazama! Chill out or get knocked out!" I threatened, frustrated with Asuka's fidgeting.
Asuka groaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest. She gripped my biceps and squeezed them, chanting my name like a prayer.
"What's wrong"! I asked, becoming more aroused with each passing second.

"It's...down there-your mouth!" She moaned.

I looked down at her legs, they were wide open, rising up toward an invisible mouth.

I rolled my eyes. "Kazama, I'm not even-"

Suddenly, Asuka's mouth was over mine, kissing me passionately. My eyes stayed open for a moment. At first I was confused but then I realized that Asuka was having a drug-induced fantasy about me. What was she thinking about that has her like this? I felt myself getting hard. Asuka snatched her face away from mine, but stayed close enough so that our lips were still touching.

"Am I...sexy?" she asked shyly.

I felt her petite hand guiding mine hand under her shirt. Her skin was so hot. Her fever! I had to cool her down.

Don't I still have the water running? I tried to look away from her lust filled eyes, but I couldn t. The sexual being inside of me wouldn't let me. Without even noticing, my hand was cupping Asuka s breast, kneading it like a ball of soft dough. A pink blush tinted her cheeks.
"Am I?" she asked once more.

I nodded slowly, before placing my lips and body over hers.
"Ahhh, Hwoahh-rang..." she moaned.

I lifted Asuka's shirt over her head and threw it somewhere in the room. Her bra was still on, but it did nothing to conceal her hard nipples. I was almost delighted to see that she was so eager to have me. I buried my head in between her breasts, suckling on her sweet flesh and she stroked my hair. I brought my face from Asuka's torso and to her lips. She bit my bottom lip and I smiled. I like this sexy Asuka.
Without much effort, I took Asuka's skirt off and dropped it on the floor. In return, she removed my shirt and tossed it behind the sofa.
"F-f*ck me..." she whispered, her hands in between my legs, stroking my bulge.

I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, trying not to lose it.

"Sh*t, Asuka..." I replied breathlessly as her hand pressed more firmly.

I opened my eyes and looked at Asuka. I stared deep into her eyes and didn t see her. I grabbed her wrist and removed her hand from my crotch. This Asuka was a phony. The drugs made her lustful! I don t really want this sexy Asuka. I actually want the girl I fought a couple of days. She was sexy . Asuka s eyes were empty and lacked the fire I usually see. I let her and go and Asuka groaned.

"Hot... " She writhed under me. God, I feel like such an asshole.I frowned at the bruises and hickeys that covered her body. A half-an-hour ago, she was almost raped and here I am, basically doing the same thing. I got off of Asuka and quickly went into the bathroom. The water was perfect. I turned of the cold water and then went back to Asuka.

"It s so hot... " she sounded like she was crying, but no tears were coming from her eyes.
"C mon, Kazama," I said, gathering Asuka's body and taking her into the bathroom.

Asuka's head drooped and swayed, eyes squinting in the bright bathroom. I held her body over the tub slowly lowered her down. I kissed her forehead before letting her drop into the cold water. A loud shriek filled the small bathroom, as Asuka s skin made contact with the water. She reached up and clawed my shoulders like a cat. I tried to lift her off, but that caused her nails to drag against my skin. I was pushing her down and she was trying to climb out of the tub, spilling water on the floor. She took one of her hands from my back and struck me in the eye!
"Dammit, Kazama!" I yelled closing the one eye.

I pry-ed Asuka s nails from my back and held her down in the water. She kicked her legs, splashing water all over me and the the bathroom. After a while, Asuka grew tired and relaxed in the water. Her lips were trembling from the cold, but her fever was going down. I was relieved to see her getting better. I stroked her head and kissed her forehead, which was back to a normal temperature.
I took the rubber stopper and the Asuka out of the bathtub. She began kicking her legs and I was ready to drop her, but she was already out of my arms and kneeling next to the toilet. I watched as her shoulders heave foward as she vomited...

ASUKA

I feel like complete garbage, but instead of lying on a curb I was lying on a toilet. Ugh, I'm so exhausted. I can't even move.

I felt something lift me off a cold flood and into darkness. I couldn t see anything. I could only taste alcohol and something acidic. I only had access to three of my five senses. I heard a heartbeat. Was it mine? Not it can't be, this one is louder and stronger than mine. I smelled something, but it wasn't like the perfume I wear, it was a warm, masculine scent. Cologne and gasoline... what a oddly arousing combination. Lastly, I felt something firm, but soft. I knew it was skin, but it wasn t mine. Then I rubbed my fingers together and felt silk in between them. I stretched my hand up further and found the source of the silk. The silky hair was attached to a head, which was attached to a chiseled face with thin lips that met my fingertips. The lips lowered themselves to my forehead and kissed it.

I felt my body being lowered onto something soft and then the scent, skin and heartbeat were gone. I was alone.

"Don't leave me". I pleaded. Squinting, trying to see in the dark.
The person returned to the bed and layed next to me. He wrapped his arm around me and held me tight...

"G'Night..." the man whispered. His voice was coated in exhaustion.
"Good Night..." I replied, curling up against the stranger...

AWWWW how sweet :D

How will Asuka react once she's fully sober, I wonder?