So y'all, right after I'm done writing this, I'm going to a mosh pit XD hehe, wish me luck! And I've always wondered something… who's the face behind No Face? I am contemplating starting another fan fic about his life :D maybe? XOXO

Chihiro's POV

I loved meeting Haku's friends! They were so down to earth and welcoming, and Sophie was hilarious! But goofing around with the silver haired woman made me miss my own best friend, Lea. I know I have a lot of friends here; Haku (well he's more than a friend now), Lin, Kamajii, and my new ones including Howl, Sophie and Claire. But spending more and more time with these new friends made me miss my human ones. I must've dropped my phone while was being attacked by the homeless family, because I didn't have it on my person so I couldn't contact anyone, I secretly hoped they were missing me.

Even though I was missing home, I still wanted to take advantage of my time here with Haku.

After the festivities were over and everyone had left, Haku's eyes turned from welcoming to fierce, picking me up and sloshing into the shower. With all our clothes on, he turned on the warm water, drenching us with droplets and stream.

Haku leaned forward, and slowly pulled down my dress while tempting me with his fingers. My dress was now laying on the floor of the immense shower, so I kicked it over to the far corner out of our way. We had plenty of room to walk around in here, the stall was huge!

Haku arched his arched his head back, letting the water roll down his head, into his dark hair. He was tempting me with his body, and reacting to his ploy I advanced on him. I started unbuttoning his crisp, blue shirt, all the way to the top of his pressed pants. His clothes that had been so nice for the visitation, which were now drenched in water with wrinkles already starting to surface.

His shirt lay open, revealing his chest hair that was now matted with the water, and his glorious, divine abs. I placed my hands on his torso, just wanting to feel the hardness of his muscles. He flexed his hips, grinding into my outstretched hands. He proceeded to take off the rest of his shirt and through it into the heap with my own clothing. We were now standing there facing each other; I wearing only my underwear and him only covered by low slung trousers.

He jumped forward, hastily taking off my bra. He stared down at my boobs contemplating what to do next. With these few seconds I unzipped his pants and started tugging them down his thighs. He stepped out of them and was only wearing his white boxer shorts. They were see-through and revealed everything.

With my emotions not in check, I pulled on his underpants wanting him to take them off. He wagged a finger at me, indicating "no" and pushed me against a wall.

He brought his head close to mine and looked into my eyes "Wait one second," he whispered and trotted off into the bedroom soaking wet.

I stood there in a daze, waiting for him to come back. I couldn't hear anything over the cascade of water so I just had to stand there like an idiot for a few minutes. Good thing I did because when he returned I saw what he was holding in his hands, condoms! I had almost been stupid enough to forget them again, but luckily Haku was older than me.

He put the package near the entrance and advanced on me once again. I pressed my back against the steamy surface of the glass wall and waited for his hands to rest upon my collar bone. He placed delicate kisses along the base of my neck, making his way up to my chin, my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids, and finally my mouth.

Instantly I opened wide for his tongue as he pushed against my teeth. We were in a battle of tug of war, fighting for dominance. Finally he picked me up so that I was straddling his well-defined hips. One of my favorite features on him was the V that formed on his abdomen.

We were touching each other all over with our palms, nails, the pads of our fingers, the back of our hands and our wrists. We were frantic to hold the other, as if we hadn't seen each other in a decade. It feels like time is running out. I knew I had to return to the land of the living soon, just hopefully not too soon.

As we grappled for each other, he slid my panties down to my ankles. I kicked them up over the walls of the shower and they landed in the sink. He laughed at my ferocity and said to me "You are my little lion."

I blushed at the endearment, remembering when he had called me his girlfriend earlier that night. I can't believe he said that! Ah! It had taken me a moment to shake Howl's hands because I had been so stunned by his greeting of me.

Now I reached down to his happy trail and slid my fingers through the soft hair. He grinned into my mouth as my hands went lower and lower still until they reached the rim of his boxers. I plunged inside, and from the inside out, I pulled them down his never ending limbs. They rested on the floor of the shower and I pushed them away, leaning back up so my eyes were level with his shoulders. I'm so short.

He eyed me devilishly and I ran around behind him, playing cat and mouse. He reached for my waist, intending to hoist me up on to his hips, but I lunged out of the way so he would have to chase me. We ran around in circles in the stall, laughing at each other.

He caught up to me and placed his hands on the small of my back, flipping me around to face him. He stared into my eyes. I was at a loss for words because suddenly a realization hit me; I love Haku.

I know it's crazy; only being in a relationship for a few days and already having such strong feelings for him, but I couldn't help it. Everything about him made me want more; his intoxicating, manly cologne, the way his hair flipped past his eyes and curled slightly at the edge, his green eyes that could stare into yours for fathomless amounts of time, the way he cupped my cheek in anticipation for our lips to collide, sealing our eager mouths together in a passionate embrace, how his tongue caressed my delicate skin and traveled down my body, his laugh when I made funny faces at me, the words he used to describe, like "his little lamb". Everything about him was a puzzle to me, but I loved it.

I wanted to say it out loud, to tell him how I really felt, but instead his arms came around my hips and he mashed our faces together. His was kissing me passionately, letting me know he wanted me. So I obliged and parted my lips wide, and slipping my tongue into the crevices of his mouth.

Our hair entangled together, our breaths were one, our hands were gliding across each other's skin, our eyes were closed, and our noses were touching in a sentimental kiss.

He reached down by his feet and picked up the foil package. He ripped it open and slid it over his big erection, making my mouth water at the sight. I wanted to jump him, to squirm against his flesh, but he took my hand and kissed it tenderly.

I wrapped the other up to his hair and started tugging on the ends, bringing his face closer to mine. Our steamy breath was mixing with the heat from the shower, fogging up my vision. He gently picked me up, and slid into me. I moaned and tilted my head back, allowing access to my neck. He traveled down to my breasts, planting hurried kisses down my body.

He started to rock back and forth, pumping faster and faster. I was climaxing, about to scream his name. His hands came to my face, stopping their procession down to my ass. He cradled my face as I yelled his name into his mouth. He fell over the edge of bliss quickly after I did. We sat down on the hard, unforgiving surface of the shower and held each other as the water plummeted down are backs.

His smile was serene, his eyes were dazed. He looked to be in heaven as I laid my head on his chest. I was breathing hard as he reached over to the shampoo. He squirted some into his palm and lathered it in between his fingers. He pulled my head in front of his hands and started to wash out the sweat. He massaged my temple and head, bringing the nerve endings to life.

After putting condition into my hair, he took out a bar of soap and started scrubbing down my body. He washed everywhere with a soft washcloth. I was squeaky clean by the time he was done.

I wanted to return the favor so I kneeled on the floor, facing him. I scrubbed his hair, never letting my eyes travel farther than his own orbs. After finishing with his hair, I found a bottle of soap scrub and laid a thick layer into my hand. I squished it down on his chest, moving my fingers through the soft hairs. I worked my down to his torso and covered the V of his abdomen. I cleaned all of him, hoping I got the soap out.

He stood up and left a hand out so he could help me up. He switched the water off and we stepped out into the bathroom. He grabbed a towel for himself and wrapped it around his waist. He took another for me and dried me off; rubbing me down in even spots I couldn't reach. At the end, I pulled a fluffy black robe that was way too big for me, but I still put it on, feeling the warmth and smelling the scent of Haku.

He took the towel we had just been using and lead me off to the bed. We sat down with my back against his chest and his legs straddling my waist. I started to hum our song as he towel dried my hair until there was not a drip left.

He got up to put the towel away and came back wearing some fresh boxers. I laughed because they had little fish on them, reminding me of the water. He blushed; the only timed I'd ever seen him do that. He handed me on of his T-shirts and a new pair of clean underwear. I sighed as I slipped the clothing on, feeling the cotton rub against my now sensitive breasts.

He flipped the lights off and we crawled into bed. I placed my head on his chest and started to hum again. He joined in until he drifted off to sleep with my hands resting on his chest, entangled in the dark curls. His hands were lying across my back, protectively cocooning me with his solid arms.

I lay awake for a while contemplating our romance. I couldn't stop thinking about the heated looks he gave me while making love; I knew I saw emotions in his eyes. I think they might have even been as strong as me. But something had been nagging me. How was he so damned experienced at having sex?