Hiruma POV

"Stop giving us the silent treatment, you're scaring the kiddies." Cherry nudged me, then motioned towards the entire Devil Bats' team that looked like they thought I was going to shoot their knee-caps or something.

I gave her a short glare, but finally relented to sharing my thoughts, "We only have two more games before the real season starts: The Ojo White Knights and The Shinryuuji Nagas." I could see everyone almost sag, "We have to win them, even though its only pre-season, we have to win them." they knew it was a steep cliff to climb, "Eyeshield 21 still won't be playing until the season-"

"But-"

"WON'T be playing." I said in a growl, effectively cutting Sena off, "You're healed but it still takes time to rebuild muscle. You'll be training with Demon 13 every day now, no solo training until I say otherwise." Cherry grinned at Sena who looked wary, "You got that? You don't do any training by yourself." I demanded, pointing at Sena threateningly.

"Y-yes!" Sena held up his hands in surrender.

"I swear, if you hurt yourself again, I'm going to break your ankles myself!" I snapped.

"Chill out," Cherry snickered, putting her arm around Sena's shoulders and pulling the boy close, "We got this. I'll make sure that neither of us do anything to ruin your little agenda. Ain't that right, Sena-boy?" Sena nodded.

"That's all I have to announce, practice is over for the evening!" I slung my bag over my shoulder, and headed for the door, Cherry on my heels.

"Anything else you wanted to tell just me?" Cherry asked coyly, as she did loops around me; I hated that she seemed to have learned to read me.

"I might need you for the season games...even if we have Sena." I stated as we walked into our apartment-SCRATCH THAT! MY apartment! Only mine. She was just a visitor here. Fuck.

She took off her helmet, shooting me a smile over her shoulder, "You had me at 'I need you'." I glowered, why the hell had I used the word 'need'? "Anything else?"

"How are you planning to train Sena?" I asked, watching as she took off her jersey and shoulder pads, her undershirt riding up...showing her lovely toned stomach...

"I've got a few tricks." ...she certainly did, if sex appeal was a trick...the way she drew off her pants, nearly tracing her long legs..."I guarantee he'll be fit for a hard game." I was really starting to lo-LIKE, like that sensual smile she had when she looked at me. "Any other questions?" And now she was beginning to unwrap the binds around her chest.

It was amazing, I was suddenly at a loss for words as I studied her pristine body...all soft femine curves that did so not match her hard skill on the field...soft, smooth skin. And then it occured to me, "You don't sweat." No matter whether it was after practice or after a game, her skin was never sweaty, never smelled like she'd had a work-out period.

She laughed, turning to me, naked as the day she was born, "Gotta admit, I wouldn't have guessed that question was coming!" She twirled her hair on her fingers, "Join me in the shower and I'll tell you all about that." She didn't wait for me to decide as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open as usual. She knew I was going to accept that offer...and so did I...

With a curse at my own lack of resistance, I stripped and joined her in the bathroom, "Hurry up and spill, red-haired bitch." I hissed.

She grabbed my wrist and yanked me into the shower with her, pulling me flush against her body, "You have such a way with words, my darling." I shivered as she spoke into my neck, nipping at my skin with her teeth, "Do you really care why I don't sweat or are you just going to enjoy this shower with me?" I couldn't answer. Obviously, I didn't give a damn why she didn't sweat... "I don't have sweat glands." I glanced down at her, and she smiled, "I was born without them." She cupped my face, taking my lips like she owned them. "Like I said, I run better when I'm hot therefore they're unnecessary anyway." Oh I could believe that one.
She pulled me under the shower-head, running her hands through my hair, soaping my locks up, and helping me rinse it out. I returned the favor, burning to clean the rest of her body for her.

"Why the hell are you so enticing, red-haired bitch?" I muttered into her ear, running a wash-cloth down her back.

"I'm a demon, remember?" she purred back, putting her hands to work somewhere else, "How's a demon to steal the souls of mortals if we don't have a good dash of seduction?" I barely resisted my groan when she stroked me just right. "Won't you give me your soul, Youichi?" Her nails dug into the back of my shoulder as her other palm rolled over my head, stroking my base with her fingertips.

"Don't have one to give." I managed to grit out as she worked me with more pressure.

"But you'd give it to me, if you had one, hm?" Her voice had a husky tone to it that made me throb.

"Sure, I don't need it." I shrugged, finally having enough of her teasing as I pushed her up against the tile wall, demanding more of her.

"You say the sweetest things." She gave into me, locking her arms against the wall and lifting her legs up around my hips, hooking around me. As we connected, our breath and sounds mingled until I didn't know where she ended and I began. And that was just fine.
Her body was hot, hellishly hot, and as tight as a vise. As I started to move inside her, she arched her back, plunging me deep into her body. I groaned, shuddering as her insides clenched around me. Her own moan mixed into mine, our climaxes in sync.
I really was losing myself in this woman...and I wasn't so sure I was against the whole idea anymore. Damn it.