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Shelf #026

The remaining hours of the night that passed by just even made Kuu wide awake. He was downstairs in the dark living room, on a sofa, with a comforter over him. Since it was quite warm around this room, he had chosen to wear a fitted white camisole and paired it with black, silk pants. A couple of times he kept turning on his sides, sometimes on his stomach – trying to get himself to sleep, but still he couldn't.

Kuu lay there on the sofa, eyes wide open. He kept waiting –– and waiting –– the ultimate 'yearn'. . . But nothing happened. He got off the sofa decisively. Sat on the side of it. He ran a hand through his hair as he breathe deep. How was this ever gonna happen? He tried to shake off the thought out of his mind, then got back again and covered himself. It still didn't worked. He pushed his comforter away, and pulled a pillow from his side. He covered his head, and closed his eyes, wishing that somehow the deep darkness covering him can drift him to sleep.

Upstairs, inside his dark bedroom, lay Julie. She pushed the comforter covering her head and blinked. Surprisingly, she too was also wide awake tonight. She turned on her side, then in a few moments, turned to the other side again. She couldn't sleep, no matter how much she tried to close her eyes and fully empty her mind off things.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. The glow in the dark numbers showed it was 12:33. . So it was already past midnight, and she was still not sleeping. She got up, sat on the side of the bed. Could it be the sweater somehow? She slowly pulled it up close to her nose. She closed her eyes. It smelled so much of Kuu. There was a familiar cool, masculine and woody scent on him that she loved. What the heck! She shook her mind off things like this and took a sip of water from the glass. She placed it back on the table and stood up barefoot.

Over and over she kept pacing the room, trying to calm her cold hands. There was nothing interesting to read in this bedroom. Then, she saw his closet. Maybe it was alright to keep your eyes busy until you feel sleepy. It won't hurt too. Kuu wouldn't get mad at her searching through his things, maybe? Curious, she tiptoed across the room and slowly – very carefully so as not to make any noise –– opened his closet.

Silence stretched on and still, Kuu couldn't sleep. This was the very first time that ever happened to him. He felt really nervous, his heart would definitely burst. He looked at the wall far across from him. He can make out the hands of the clock. 12: 35. . . Damn, that late and he was still wide awake. The night went on, and on. .

Then, suddenly, in the darkness, a stair creaked. Kuu blinked. It creaked again. There was someone definitely there. . .

"Oh my God. . ." he whispered to himself. He waited, and then. . Looked at the archway of the living room. "Hello. ."

Spike drifted round the corner, half-naked with only his gray shorts.

"Hello. I wonder if I could have a little word," he said in a low voice.

Kuu flopped back and buried his hands. 'Shit!'

"Spike."

"I don't want to interfere, or anything. . . but she's split up from her boyfriend, Jeff, isn't it?" Spike asked.

"Maybe," Kuu replied. He wished it was true.

"And she's in your house."

"Yes."

"And you get on very well."

"Yes."

"Well, Kuu, isn't this perhaps a good opportunity to. . . slip her one?"

A vein popped in his forehead. How Kuu wanted to throw his pillow at his spiky friend. He hissed.

"Spike. For God's sake –– she's in trouble – get a grip!"

Startled, Spike spoke again. "Right. Right. You think it's the wrong moment. Fair enough."

He was about to leave when he paused for a second, then turned to Kuu once again.

He whispered. "Do you mind if I have a go?"

"SPIKE!" Kuu hissed.

"No –– you're right."

"I'll talk to you in the morning. Go back to sleep."

"Okay –– okay. Might be too late, but okay."

Kuu heard him hurrying back upstairs, then a door softly clicked to a shut. He was back to thinking deep again, and tried to sleep. Dreamy atmosphere. . And then, he heard it again. . The steps creaked slowly. . More soft, careful footsteps on the stairs.

Kuu was almost bursting his temper out. He sighed heavily.

"Please. Just fuck off."

"Oh, okay. ." Julie said softly. She turned away to leave. Kuu quickly bolted upright.

"NO! No no no no! No. Wait. . I. . I thought you were someone else. ." Kuu said in a low, cool voice. "I'm sorry. . I thought you were Spike. I'm very happy you're not. ."

Kuu could see clearly through the darkness in the living room, Julie in the shadow stood for a moment.

"Okay. ." she said. And walked slowly towards him. She stopped in a few steps.

Kuu noticed something was different in the way she dressed right now. His blue eyes darted from her head to foot. Wow. . She only wore his silk white shirt. It was definitely too big for her, as the top part fell out of her shoulder. It only reached barely enough to cover her part of her thighs. She was barefoot. Her hair was still swept up loosely, with a few golden tresses on the sides of her face.

She took his sharp glances and flashed a shy smile. Then she looked down at herself.

"Oh, uhm. . I'm sorry, Kuu –– I–I was curious and opened your closet –– And, I found this. ." she whispered. "Sorry, I looked into your things. ."

Kuu blinked at her divine apearance. "No, it's alright. . You can wear anything you like. ."

She bit her lip in embarassment. She shyly raised her bare leg and scratched her foot. She raised her arms, now flapping off the incredibly long sleeves that covered her entire arm and hung from her hands. She may not know this, but damnit she was really teasing him.

"This. . I never realized it's actually too big for me. . . Well, all your clothes are. . ."

They stared and Kuu stood up. Looking deeply in his eyes, Julie whispered softly.

"Kuu. . I want to stay with you tonight. ."

He walked barefoot towards her. His eyes darted sharply at her own burning ones. A few moments later, they stood face to face in the middle of the dark living room. He held the side of her face with his hand, caressing her cheek. He kissed the soft pillar of her neck, driving his lips slow, taking the wonderful roses and lavender scent of her. Then her shoulder. His other hand caressed her arm and held it. . . . What a miracle it is just to be able to touch this woman's skin. . . . Then he looked at her face. This face. . He was suddenly struck by who it is. His most beautiful goddess. His Julie. .

"Wow. ." Kuu breathed. He then got over it straight away.

"What is it?" she whispered. Their eyes sparked with same love.

"Nothing. ." he said.

He kissed her deep, and she moaned with fierce joy. His big hands that bore strength moved to hold the beautiful curves of her waist, and pulled her closer to him.

She opened her lips and welcomed his silken tongue that entered her. They locked their lips, devouring the taste of their deep kiss. With one hand, he unlocked all the buttons and swiftly pushed it away, just enough to open it and show her body to him.

A slow, genuine smile lit his face. He looked at the full effect of her gorgeous, perfect body and she flung her arms about him. He could feel his passion flame and, taking her face in his hands, he pressed a kiss upon her half-opened lips.

"I love you, Julie," he murmured huskily.

"And I love you, Kuu," she answered softly, her deep green eyes shining.

When she shivered slightly to his gentle, hungry kisses on her neck and the big mass of silk slowly slipped down from her shoulders, he slid to his knees. She stood still while his elegant hands fondled her breasts. With his teeth, tongue and lips, he played with the breasts on his hands. Then, moving to grasp her by the waist, he covered her torso in very hot kisses. She caught at his head and pressed it against her wildly fluttering belly. The time for words was long past. The tease on her skin sent darts of fire down her spine. For a moment he simply knelt there enjoying the silken feel of her wonderful skin. Then, he swiftly stood and let her hands stripped his camisole off.

It was now her eyes that stared dazed to his skin. Her hands traced the fine lines of his very chiseled chest, to those wondrous muscles, to his lean shoulders and tight muscular arms. She kissed him deep, her hands dug to his chest. She enjoyed the perfect feel of his muscles on her palms, and the breathtaking kiss. His slender hands slid slowly from her perfect shoulders, slipping the silk shirt off away, down her smooth, long, fair back, until he could cup and gently squeezed each sweetly rounded buttock. Then, he cupped her buttocks and lifted her up. She gasped and moaned wildly to this sweet assault and kissed him. Her hands caressed the softness of his hair, the shirt hung loose behind her. He held her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and walked out of the living room. They continued to kiss passionately as he climbed the stairs and into their bedroom.

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