Gomen nasai, minna-san!! Please forgive the long wait for this installment! Life kinda went beserk for me, so my writing unfortunately had to be put on hold….
I would like to officially welcome clnv to the FMP fandom (first madma with DN, now you with FMP! I rock!! Lol) She's been such a huge help with this chapter and I know you will all be 'blown away' as she put it with all the improvements she suggested with such love. Without you, I wouldn't be nearly as sane as I am now….thanks for everything. You're the best!
I'd also like to thank GunsOfFun for your time in bouncing ideas and blackwolf for taking the time to review my work as well….
WARNING! This chapter contains explicit adult oriented material (aka: BIG FAT JUICY LEMON!)
And without further ado, I present…..
Chapter 3:
Raging Storms
The passionate nature of his kiss sparked the smoldering embers of her desire into an inferno. Kaname clung to him as though he were her only lifeline in a storm swept sea. If she were to let go now, she feared the whole thing would disappear in a puff of smoke – he would disappear again. At the terrible thought, her arms drew him just a little closer as though she were desperately trying to reassure herself of his existence. If this was a dream, Kaname hoped the night would last forever.
Melding and separating, their lips played across one another's in a rhythm as old as time. Unfamiliar with this particular procedure, Sousuke could only close his eyes and almost reluctantly allowed his baser, less militaristic instincts to guide him. Timidly, he ran his tongue along her lush bottom lip, growing bolder with every sound of contentment that Kaname gave voice to. When she hesitantly opened her mouth to greet him, Sousuke was sure that he had died back in Hong Kong. What he was experiencing now was as close to heaven as he could ever imagine.
A new heat engulfed them as their tongues tangled and explored for the first time. Though he was awash with the sensations that Kaname pulled from him, he couldn't help but retain a bit of his familiar reserve. This was Chidori he was touching – holding. The weight of his current situation pressed against him and hesitantly, he began to break his hold.
Kaname had felt Sousuke's vacillation prior to his actual attempt to retreat and before he could move away, she pressed herself firmly against his body. He gasped against her lips as she dropped her hands from his hair to grip his wrists and draw his arms more firmly around her. Settling his hands comfortably against her waist, she captured his lips once more to silence any feeble protests he might have made.
Trembling slightly, Sousuke gripped two handfuls of Kaname's sweater at her hips as he nearly groaned in frustration. She was moving against him innocently, completely unaware of the sudden painful throbbing of his nether region with every sensual stroke. Shifting his fingers from the soft fabric to the smooth skin that was exposed just above the waistband of her jeans, Sousuke pulled her even closer against the excruciating pressure. His eyes flared in pleasurable shock as she began to lightly grind her pelvis against his.
Kaname's blood felt like molten lava as it pounded relentlessly through her veins. Though he was just as inexperienced as she, maybe even more so, their hunger for one another banished all their previous uncertainties. She knew that she should be a bit startled at her own brazenness but the emotions that Sousuke invoked within her left her aching with wanton desire. Not even the whispered confessions in the locker rooms at school could have prepared her for the onslaught of sensation that washed over her now. She could only squirm in a poor attempt to ease the pressure that was building deep within her fluttering belly.
Gasping for air, Kaname nearly saw stars when Sousuke shifted closer. Feeling his hardened length pressed against her hip, her tentative control snapped and she arched into him. Her aching breasts met his solid chest as her fingers found purchase in his thick hair and she ground shamelessly against him. When the friction did nothing to ease the heaviness in her loins, Kaname whimpered helplessly. Instinctively seeking a closer connection, she leaned toward him, lifting one long leg to wrap around his hip.
Sousuke's eyes flew open at the intimate position, and primal need flooded his veins at the contact with her heat. Ripping his lips from hers, he nearly collapsed at the second whimper of need that escaped her. "Kaname, wait...." he panted raggedly.
When his voice finally registered over the blood pounding in her ears, something tore painfully through her chest. Sousuke sounded confused – scared even. Clenching her eyes tightly closed, she bit back a sob at her utter foolishness. She had been presumptuous; read his intentions incorrectly. Oh, Kami, he didn't want this and she had tried to force herself on him! Flushing with humiliation, she quickly dropped her arms and lowered her head to hide behind the thick curtain of her tousled hair.
Sousuke's instincts screamed at him the moment that Kaname stepped back. In that instant, he was grateful his militaristic sense was dulled by the passion she had pulled forth. If they hadn't been, he wouldn't have noticed her sudden discomfort or the tears that pooled in her fiery eyes.
"Kaname," he began breathlessly.
"I'm sorry, Sousuke," she said shakily. "I didn't mean to…I mean, I…" Frustrated, she merely shook her head.
"You misunderstand," he appealed as he tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "We're too –"
"What?" she cried, still devastated by his sudden withdrawal. "We're too, what?"
He took a deep breath in an attempt to slow his heart rate and focus on assessing the situation rationally. "We need to move out of the range of visibility."
"Why?" she whimpered in a defeated tone.
"We're too......" Sousuke tried to catch his breath, slow his heart rate. "We need to move. We are too exposed in this position."
Kaname's eyes flared as she suddenly realized that this whole time they had been standing - in a very compromising position - directly in front of her living room window. It also happened to be the only window in her apartment that wasn't covered by heavy curtains! "Wraith!" she cried, a crimson blush staining her cheeks.
"Affirmative," he sighed. He was grateful that she understood and exceedingly thankful that he had avoided a potential disaster. He couldn't believe that she had thought for a moment that he hadn't wanted her. On the contrary, had they not stopped when they did, the intelligence operative would have gotten quite the show. Even worse, Sousuke wouldn't have cared in the least. He was on the verge of losing what little control his still possessed. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and groaned in need as she settled upon his lap and pressed warm, wet kisses to the side of his neck.
.
She giggled against his skin, relentless in her attack. "It's called torture, Soldier Boy."
A rare chuckle escaped his lips, wrapping Kaname in a blanket of warmth as she felt his chest rumble beneath her. "If all torture felt this good, there would be more prisoners of war than soldiers on the field!"
Kaname sat up and smiled. "Why, Sergeant! I believe you just made a joke!" She joined in his laughter and leaned back onto his chest. When the moment passed, she idly stroked her fingertips across the broad expanse of his muscular pectorals. "Sousuke?"
"Hmm," he replied, gently rubbing his chin across the crown of her head.
"This is nice," she said with a contented sigh. "You realize, though, that this changes everything."
"Affirmative. We will have to devise a new strategic course of action."
"You make it sound like a failed mission objective," she whined half-heartedly.
Sousuke smiled warmly into her soft brown eyes. "On the contrary, I would say this mission was a complete success! In fact, I believe it exceeded all initial mission parameters." Kaname's light giggle was like music to his ears.
"Okay, who are you and what did you do with the real Sousuke Sagara?"
Suddenly confused, his smile melted into a small frown. "I don't understand, Kaname."
Chidori shook her head in surrender. She supposed it would be too much to hope that he would instantly get everything she said without question. "I mean, this is a totally different side of you, Sousuke. You're actually relaxed and joking with me! I like it."
"Oh." Sousuke stopped to reflect on her words before speaking again. "Then I suppose it's due to your diligent efforts to help me adapt to normal civilian activities." He tipped her face up to his. "Thank you, Kaname," he whispered against her lips before claiming them in a tender kiss.
Kaname relaxed against the arm that braced her back and allowed Sousuke to possess her mouth once more. Unlike before, this was a slow, languid kiss, one that stripped away any remaining doubts of his feelings for her.
Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around Sousuke tightly and gave him full reign over her. For now, she would let him move at his own pace. It was quite possibly the first time he'd felt anything other than camaraderie for anyone in his entire war-stricken life. She wanted him to be comfortable with the new direction their relationship was heading.
Although he had been completely denied the life of a normal youth by war and death, Sousuke still reminded Kaname of a child. He had only really ever known destruction and strife but he was innocent in the ways of a normal existence. Much like a child, he needed acceptance and guidance to help him adapt to everyday life and Kaname was more than happy to aid him in any capacity she could.
She gasped lightly against his lips as he lightly kneaded the muscles in her lower back. Honed from hours of intense training and battles, Sousuke's body was hard and compact beneath her. His calloused hands – hands that could manipulate any weapon or pilot any Arm Slave in existence – were wreaking havoc on her senses. Sousuke was also most definitely a man; in some ways, even more so then many others she had met. Although he was a soldier, born and bred in the midst of war and conflict, she could still identify the self-conscious, doubtful individual beneath all the blood and armor. Until six months ago, destruction had been the only life he had ever known. Sousuke had come a long way since he had first been assigned to her.
Sure, he was still a military maniac who would rather blow something up than take any chances with her safety, but that was okay with her.
Simply because Sgt. Sousuke Sagara was her military maniac and everything he did was just his way to show he cared, that he wouldn't let anything happen to her.
He would protect her.
That was enough.
When Sousuke deepened the kiss, Kaname gave up thinking and surrendered to him completely. She hooked her arms around his neck to pull him closer and moaned her satisfaction into his mouth. The hand that had been slowly moving up and down her thigh halted, squeezed lightly and then moved under her knees. In one fluid motion, Sousuke scooped her up, stood, and strode toward her bedroom without breaking the connection of their lips.
He wasn't sure what had possessed him to do it. Somewhere deep in a small section of his brain that was still functioning properly a nagging little voice had insisted that he get them to a more secure location. He was so blind with passion at the moment that it would have been easy for an enemy to take advantage of the situation. Kaname was his mission – no, she was his whole world – and he could not allow her to be in any danger, especially when he was so delightfully distracted by the target!
Shifting his hold to her waist, he freed one hand to remove the extra clip and flash bangs from his pockets. As soon as her legs were released from his grasp, Kaname moved them to coil around his torso. Feeling her so intimately wrapped around him, Sousuke lost all sense of reasoning. His prior instincts to secure the room vanished as the primal urge to feel more of her body against his overtook him and he gripped her thighs tightly to hold her in place.
Kaname gasped at the feel of his turgid length straining against her most sensitive area. Desperate to feel more of him, her hands traveled down the front of his heaving chest to slip under the soft knit of his sweater. She smiled at the pained moan that escaped him upon that first tentative contact of her skin on his belly. Her questing fingers soon encountered the shoulder harness that housed yet another trusty Glock 19 and she mentally smiled ruefully. Nothing like doing a bit of disarming in the heat of passion! Only Sousuke….. Kaname was relentless in her torment, flattening her palms to his fevered flesh as they traversed over the muscular planes and ridges of his torso, continuously pushing the sweater up until he finally broke away to rip it viciously over his head. His harness and gun soon followed suit as Kaname lowered her head to follow the path of her fingers with her lips.
A flicker of panic flared briefly within his chest as his passion-clouded mind tried to assess his situation. He felt terribly exposed clad in only a pair of dark cargo pants with his weapons out of easy reach. However, the feel of her fingers gliding over his skin cracked the fragile dam of control he had so desperately tried to maintain. Patience was a virtue Sousuke no longer cared about. Now that the offensive garment was discarded, he dove for her lips again, reveling in the sensations she was evoking with her explorative touch. He moaned again when her fingertips brushed over his nipples and sent a bolt of electricity shooting through him. He ground his hips into her pelvis and smiled into the kiss when she responded in kind. Her hands moved under his arms to investigate the planes of his back and pull him closer to her.
Kaname's curious caresses ignited a slow, intense burning pressure deep within Sousuke's loins. He wanted nothing more then to pay his own respects to the heated flesh hidden just under her bulky sweater. What was the proper procedure for this sort of operation? Should he ask or merely take the initiative and remove the garment for her? The hands at her back trembled slightly at the thought and he knew he wouldn't be able to do it himself.
"Kaname," he groaned lightly. "Could you…"
"Not this time, Sergeant," she chuckled breathlessly as she slid to the ground and took a small step back. "This isn't a tactical operation you can over-analyze and plan out to the last detail." Kaname could sense his hesitancy but she held her ground. He would never allow himself to fully open up to her if he didn't learn to trust his own instincts first. "Do what you feel. If you want something, you're going to have to learn to go after it yourself."
For several moments, Sousuke remained frozen in place and just started at her with a blank gaze. She could almost see the wheels of that strategic brain spinning madly as he weighed his options. Just when Kaname thought he had changed his mind, she felt his arms timidly snake around her waist once more, pulling her close. She sighed with relief when he lowered his lips to her shoulder and ran her hands slowly up his muscular arms.
Sousuke placed soft kisses on her shoulder where the large sweater had left her skin exposed and his hand played lightly against the expanse of her lower back. Her frustration mounted while he continued to caress her skin; or at least the skin that wasn't covered by her clothing. Thinking that he wouldn't go further without a little help, Kaname lowered her hands the bottom of her sweater and began to lift it.
"Wait," he whispered softly as he brought his hands up to cover hers. "Please, Kaname…let me…" A slight sheen of sweat coated his brow and his throat constricted with anxiety.
The husky timbre of his voice made her tremble with longing. She knew how much it had taken for him to utter that one, small sentence. Her voice choked with sentiment as she stared at Sousuke with a mixture of passion and pride. Gracing him with a sultry smile, she removed her hands and allowed him to pull the garment slowly over her head. After letting it fall to the floor, Sousuke rested his palms lightly on her ribs and just stared in awe at the vision before him. "So beautiful," he murmured reverently.
It was the loveliest battlefield he had ever gazed upon and he took a moment to memorize every curve and nuance of her stunning form. Kaname's presence was so large that sometimes he forgot how tiny she really was. Her waist was small, so much so that he could practically span the entire width with his hands. She was utterly perfect though, from her strong, yet delicate shoulders to the flesh that swelled enticingly before being encased in the fragile white lace of her strapless bra. The small pink ribbon at the center of her cleavage drew a small smile from his lips. He had only seen undergarments like that in the many magazines Kurtz had hidden under his bunk.
Taking the initiative, Kaname reached back to unclasp the final garment that hid her torso from his avid gaze. Sousuke's eyes widened with wonder as her ample breasts were revealed and his hands rose of their own volition to gently cup them in his palms. "Absolute perfection" he whispered in wonder. His gaze met hers then, and the admiration in those dark pewter depths took Kaname's breath away. She leaned in to capture his lips, unable to express in words what that one small statement meant to her.
Sousuke drew her close once more as the kiss deepened. Every sense was heightened and focused on each point where their bodies met. His flesh burned and the pressure in his loins intensified as he scooped Kaname into his arms and effortlessly carried her the final few steps to her bed. Once there, he gently laid her upon the soft down comforter, settling above her and trailing his lips to the curve in her neck. Pausing slightly to suckle the tender flesh just below her ear, he delighted in the whimper of pleasure that passed her lips at the maneuver. Slowly, he trailed hot kisses along the column of her throat, nibbling and licking a path over her collarbone until he finally reached the hardened bud that tipped the peak of her right breast.
Kaname watched him from half-lidded eyes as his tongue slipped out to moisten his lips hesitantly. She wondered if he would lose his nerve. The thought completely vanished as he suddenly latched onto the puckered areola. With a cry of unrestrained joy when his tongue brushed the underside of her erect nipple, she arched her back into him and tangled her fingers into his thick hair to hold him in place. "Oh my GOD, Sousuke!"
Moving a hand to her other breast, Sousuke kneaded the globe, rolling the turgid nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Kaname squirmed and arched beneath him as fire roared through her entire being before centering and coiling in her core. When he moved his mouth to lavish that exquisite torture to the other peak, she wrapped her legs around his waist in a concentrated effort to relieve the unbelievable pressure. Sousuke ground into her and the musky aroma of her arousal penetrated the thick denim of her jeans as she strove to climb that mysterious peak of ultimate pleasure.
He moved his hand to unfasten the buttons at her waist but Kaname brushed it away impatiently to do the job herself. Before he knew it Kaname had divested the pants and kicked them off the bed. Sousuke raised his head to caution her to slow down, but when he saw the flushed countenance and her passion glazed eyes, he lost all reason and returned to suckling her delectable flesh. His hand once again moved to the apex of her thighs and encountered the moist heat of her core. He ran a finger through the downy curls that concealed her secret treasure to penetrate the folds of her nether lips.
The pleasurable pain that shot through Kaname hit her with such force that she nearly bucked Sousuke right off the bed. His finger was the worst kind of torture, relentlessly inflicting caress after caress of incredible sensation, making that spring coil to unbearable levels. He moved his fingertip across the sensitized nub and she cried out. All the while, he continued moving his lips and tongue in a sensual rhythm on her nipples that drove her absolutely wild. Finally, she felt his finger slide hesitantly into her before slipping back out. She whimpered in frustration at its retreat.
Sousuke lifted his eyes to watch her as she strove to attain her ultimate pleasure. He marveled at how easy it was to just somehow know what to do for her. All this time he had dreaded moving their relationship to this level based on his lack of experience on the matter. He feared that he would be so clumsy and awkward that she would be disappointed in his performance. Evidently, that wasn't the case. He inserted his finger once again, this time moving the digit in a slow circle against her inner walls and felt the hot, wet muscles clench and quiver. Kaname's head thrashed from side to side as he repeated the process while slipping out of her once more. She cried his name, begging him for more in that one word.
He was only too happy to comply.
When he changed tactics and slid a second finger into her tight opening, Kaname's hips flew off the bed and he felt the trembling muscles of her sheath clamp and pulse around his fingers as her hot liquid seeped and spilled over his hand.
Kaname felt the coil tighten further and strained against Sousuke seeking release. When she felt the intrusion of that second finger, the pleasure was so intense that she literally felt the coil snap. Her body arched and stiffened for a split second before ecstasy washed over and through her trembling body. There was a shower of sparks behind her eyelids and every muscle in her body turned to jelly as wave after wave of this indescribable release rocked her. When she slowly drifted from that incredible high, Sousuke was there to catch her with a tender kiss and gentle caresses on her hips and thighs.
He built up the fire slowly once again as he nipped at her lush lips before delving his tongue into her mouth. Kaname moved her pelvis against him in a slow steady rhythm that sent his pulse racing. She reached down to the button of his cargo pants and pushed the material over his hips. Sousuke wiggled the impeding garment off before settling between her thighs once more. He moaned in exquisite pain when he felt the hot wetness of her previous climax on his already fevered skin.
Just as he was about to position himself for entry into paradise, he lifted his head to gaze down on her face. "Kaname," he whispered softly, "I have to know this is what you want. There's no turning back after this."
Kaname smiled tenderly. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life, Sousuke. As far as I'm concerned, we reached the point of no return when you saved me that night in Khanka." She pulled him back into a deep kiss. "Make me yours, Sousuke," she breathed against his lips.
"Only mine," he growled before capturing her lips again. He entered her in one powerful thrust, knowing that the barrier he had just broken through would cause her pain if dragged out. He swallowed her gasp and continued to kiss her while she adjusted to the fullness of him inside of her. For him, he could die in this very moment and feel absolutely no regret. Her walls pulsed softly around his throbbing member and it took every ounce of his fraying control to remain still.
Kaname knew there would be a moment of pain as he breached her maidenhead. She gasped in surprise at the brief stab, only for the feeling to be instantly replaced with the unique sensation of him being inside of her. Never in her life had she felt so content, so full of love for another human being.
They were one.
Slowly, Sousuke withdrew from her until just the tip of him remained. Just as slowly he returned to bury his entire length within her again. Trailing tender kisses along her throat, he kept the intricate rhythm slow and steady. Kaname moaned her pleasure into his ear as her nails dug into his shoulders. Unable to bear the intense sensations, she began to move restlessly against him, causing Sousuke to lock his hands onto her hips to keep her still. He was having a difficult time reigning in his own need for fulfillment, but when Kaname began to rotate her hips provocatively with each thrust he thought it would end right then and there.
Kaname could feel the coil tightening again, and the fact that he refused to let her move with him was driving her crazy! Finally, in an act of sheer desperation for him to pick up the pace, she slid her hands down his sweat slick back until they cupped the firm cheeks of his ass. Sousuke grunted with pleasure as she kneaded the flesh, delighting in the way her short nails dug into the muscles. Hearing that, Kaname knew that his precious grip on his passion frayed a bit more. When her teeth sank into the juncture of his throat she knew that final barrier was gone completely.
Sousuke growled at the pleasurable pain of her love bite and felt the fine thread of his control snap. His hands cupped her ass to position her for the onslaught of his passion as he pounded into her receptive core at an increasingly frantic pace. Kaname called his name over and over, egging him on. Her walls clenched at him with each withdrawal only to tremble and clamp harder with every forward thrust. "Kaname, I can't-"
"God, Sousuke! Now! Please, God, NOW!"
Sousuke felt her strain against him as her climax washed over her. The hot, wet channel tightened around him in an almost painful grip, and as the shudders and pulses worked along his straining length, he felt the pressure in his loin's release. "Kaname!" he shouted, his head flung back as his own climax overwhelmed him. His hips jerked spasmodically with the explosion once, twice, before he stiffened and drove into her for a final, powerful thrust and felt his own hot essence flow into her before mingling with her molten juices.
He collapsed upon her once his passion was spent, feeling drained and completely satiated. Kaname brushed her fingers lazily through his hair as they each struggled to catch their breaths. They were content to lay there in silence, listening to each others heartbeat slow in the darkened room. Finally Sousuke raised his head and kissed her softly. "I love you, Kaname Chidori."
"Not nearly as much as I love you, Sergeant Sousuke Sagara," she replied with a teary smile.
Sousuke disengaged and rolled to her side. Pulling her against him, he stared up at the shadowed ceiling. "So what do we do now?"
Kaname propped herself on her elbow to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"This makes us officially a couple, right?" He sighed heavily. "I've been many things in my life, Kaname; a mercenary, an assassin, a team member, a specialist and a comrade. This is completely foreign to me."
Kaname smiled warmly and snuggled down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Fingers idly tracing random patterns across his abdomen, she watched the muscles beneath jump lightly. So, Sergeant Serious is ticklish? Before she could explore the thought further, Sousuke forced her hand to lay still. Releasing a long suffering sigh, she finally answered him. "I don't think there's any set criteria for this, Sousuke. It's one of those things we just have to figure out day by day. The only difference between what we are now and what you were before is you aren't alone anymore. I'm there with you every step of the way. If you need someone to talk to, or vent your problems or fears to, I'll be right here."
He frowned in consternation as a new thought struck him. "How do you think our colleagues at school will view this new development?"
"Please," she scoffed. "Kyoko's been trying to push us together since your second day here!" At the sight of his shocked expression, she giggled. "I wouldn't worry about them. What about Mithril?" she asked in a hushed tone. Poor Tessa! She's going to be heartbroken! Kaname sincerely wished that the three of them could still be friends after this sudden shift in her and Sousuke's relationship.
Completely oblivious to Kaname's train of thought, Sousuke pondered on that for a moment before answering. "I don't think it will be a problem. I will still have to report for mission deployment and training, but I have already informed them that if it comes down to a choice between you or Mithril, I will resign."
He said it with such cold determination it made Kaname blink. "You did? When?"
"After my return from Hong Kong Mithril Command tried to keep me from you again. I told them that I refused to sell my soul to them and threatened to leave the organization right there and then. They asked if I thought they would just let me walk away with all the knowledge I have of their technology and bases of operations."
Amazed at this knew information, Kaname leaned up to look at him again. "What did you say?"
He smiled affectionately at her. "I said, 'Do you think I haven't already prepared for that?' "
"Did you?" she asked anxiously.
"Did I what?" Sousuke tried to feign a look of ignorance, but failed miserably.
Kaname slapped his chest. "Did you prepare for that?"
Sousuke's expression softened and he cupped her cheek tenderly. "Yes, Kaname, I've had several locations secured for months now in case we had to bug out quick. I told you earlier that I was ready to grab you and run when they gave me the orders to pull out. If Mithril had refused my terms, I would have done exactly that. Thankfully, they accepted the new contract." He pulled her down for a long, lazy kiss. "I really should go, Kaname."
"So soon?" she sighed.
"Affirmative. It's late, and I don't want to leave Kurtz and Mao to their own devices for too long."
Kaname frowned. "They're here?"
"They are currently stationed at the safe house until 1400 hours tomorrow," he said with disappointment. "Believe me, I'd much rather stay here with you, but I don't want Kurtz to start spreading stories about our exploits across the De Danaan when he returns."
"I understand," she told him despondently. "Hey, since we don't have school tomorrow...."
"Meet me at the safe house at 0930 hours," he supplied with a smile.
"Roger," she laughed, giving him her best military salute. She rose from the bed and threw on some comfortable pajamas while he dressed. They walked hand in hand to her balcony door and out onto the landing. Standing on her toes, she met his lips in a searing kiss that left them both panting with renewed longing. "I have to go, Kaname, although I'm finding it rather difficult to remember why…."
Kaname broke away reluctantly, trailing her fingertips across the cross-shaped scar on his jaw in a loving caress.
Sousuke smiled at her once again, relishing in the warmth that her touch spread through him. Kaname returned the gesture and said, "I really love your smile, Sousuke. You should do it more often."
"I have a feeling I will, now that I have a reason," he whispered before brushing his lips across hers one last time. "Don't forget to lock up and set the alarms. Goodnight, Kaname."
Thanks again for waiting and for reading this chapter! Don't forget to review!! They really do inspire me to continue this little obsessive hobby of mine!! Clnv has chapter four firmly in hand, so hopefully you wonderful people won't have to wait so long for the next installment!
Ja ne!