In the bathroom, Yuuki dabbed her face with a dry towel. She was wearing a thick crew neck sweater underneath which she had a black tanktop. Her sweatpants hung loosely off her hips and she let her hair flow down her shoulder. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Kaname already in bed reading a book. He was wearing his black silk pyjamas with a simple v-neck black t-shirt.

He raised his forehead questioningly. "What are you wearing?"

Yuuki looked down at herself. "What? These are my pyjamas!"

"It's like 30 degrees in this room."

"I'll wear whatever I want, Kuran." She stuck out her tongue at him and crawled into bed.

He rolled his eyes at her and continued his book. She made herself comfortable and turned to face him. "What are you reading?"

"It's called a book," He grinned.

"Don't be a smart-ass." She poked him in the stomach.

He stuck his tongue out at her, so she poked him again.

"Do that one more time, I dare you." So she did.

"Mistake. Yuuki-chan." He dropped his book and tickled her ribs. She squirmed from his grasp, trying to break free, while holding back fits of laughter.

"Ah!" She laughed. She tried to tickle him back, but he would have none of that.

"Kaname, stop." she said through gasps.

He chuckled evilly, "You asked for it!" He was clearly enjoying this.

She wriggled again, trying to push his hands away, but he manoeuvred so that her lower body was pinned down on the bed underneath him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You win." Yuuki squealed, tears springing to her eyes from the laughter.

He stopped tickling her, but kept his hands at her waist, pulling her down so that their hips touched and his face was over hers.

"What's my prize?" He leaned in closer to her.

She didn't respond, but blinked lazily at him. Seeing no protest, he brushed his lips against hers lightly. She closed her eyes, but let her mouth open slightly to breathe him in. His eyes tinged darker as he kissed her again, this time with more pressure. She sighed a light sigh beneath him and he felt the desire that he hid every day boil up. Not to worry, I have it under control. He thought to himself. He kissed her again.. and again. When he felt that he had reached his breaking point, he pulled away.

She opened her eyes and narrowed them. "You broke the rules, Kuran."

"Implied consent, Cross." He sat up and turned away from her, focusing all his attention on the desk a few meters away, trying not to think of anything else. "I heard no protest."

She scoffed.

"It's hot in here."

Kaname snorted, without turning. "I told you so."

"Don't turn around okay."

She slipped the crew neck over her head, leaving her in the black tank top and sweatpants. She wanted to sleep more covered up, but the heat was ridiculous. She took silk shorts out of the dresser and turned around to see if Kaname had looked around. His back was still facing her.

Quickly, she stepped out of her sweatpants, revealing the purple lace panties she wore and slipped on her silk shorts. Much better.

She turned around to see Kaname staring intently at her, the desk forgotten.

Her heart raced through her chest and the blood rose to her cheeks. He must've seen her in her underwear.

But she decided to play the offence. "Didn't I tell you not to turn around, Kuran." She walked back towards the bed, seemingly irritated.

He watched her as she inched closer to him, silent. Yuuki watched him too, as she walked closer. She saw his hands clenched by his side, he was immovably still, and as she drew closer, she saw that his eyes were a dark red.

"Thirsty." That was her assessment.

He twitched slightly, but remained silent.

She sat back down and leaned in so that his nose grazed the side of her neck. He rested his forehead against her shoulder and hesitated, breathing deeply, as if testing how long he could hold out. But his deep breaths only welcomed the scent into his lungs, so with the last seconds of patience he had, he lay her down on the bed and hovered over her. He licked and pierced the skin slowly, so as to minimize the pain and drank deeply. He felt her desire for him as he drank, but it was shielded by a reluctance. There were things that she needed to work out, time that she needed to spend, before she could give herself away to him. He didn't see what they were, but as long as she wanted him, he would wait forever.

Satiated, he withdrew his fangs and linked the wound shut. "Thank you, Yuuki-chan. Sorry, I should've asked first."

Sleepily, she replied, "Implied consent, Kuran, I heard no protest." As she closed her eyes and drifted off.