Gwen was burning, twisting and twitching in Tōga's hold as both his body and his hands relentlessly worked her to completion.

Her lame dog expression had thrown him in a quirky mood; as soon as the words came out, he had flipped her on her hands and knees and claimed her back.

Doggy style.

"Mmmmm."

Moans tore from her throat and she couldn't bring herself to care. Gwen had never been so vocal, so deliciously lost in the arms of a man. But he wasn't any man, and damn, Tōga was so good with his hands! Doggy style had never felt so enveloping, so all-encompassing.

"So how's the good dog now, little kitty?" he rumbled behind her.

Gwen only arched her back, seeking more friction. She was rewarded with a groan, and increasing pressure from his hand.

"M'not … a … cat," she eventually panted, trying to make sense of the world while her body surrendered to his power.

Tōga paused, both hands falling around hers on the mattress as he completely dwarfed her. His hot skin, slick with sweat, covered her back. She engulfed him whole, taking him much deeper due to the position. The places he touched, deep within, were as unexpected as they were mind blowing. By all gods of the creation, her lover was glorious.

"You dance rather than walk", he purred, "and balance on your toes as if they were paws."

His voice vibrated in his chest, the rumble reverberating across her back. Then, a sharp sting at her ear told her he'd nipped it.

"You are so cute and you don't even realise it," he whispered in her ear, causing delicious shivers to run up her sweaty spine, all the way down to the engorged place where his member speared her so deliciously.

Another nip at her neck, followed by a sensual lick that sent ripples on her skin, like a pebble dropping into a pond. Gwen blushed; no one had ever treated her skin so playfully. Tōga was so overwhelming, and she couldn't get enough of him. Instinctively, she pushed against him, hips creating delicious friction that tore a deep growl out of him.

"You could cuddle on anyone's lap," he rumbled. "And they'd adopt you."

A nip upon her uninjured shoulder, followed by a long, deep stroke of his manhood that caused her womb to clench. Gwen bit her lip, restraining the throaty moan that attempted to escape.

"You could do anything and get away with it," he concluded, a smile obvious in the tone of his voice as he straightened. "And I'm sure I heard you purring this evening. You, my lady, are a cat."

Playful Tōga certainly was a handful, and she shifted her weight to tug on a strand of his hair. She was rewarded with another deep stroke that stole her breath away.

"You were the one" – gasp – "rumbling in my lap," she protested without an ounce of exasperation.

"Was I?" he growled, picking up the pace. At once, all thoughts about cats and dogs were forgotten, for his body curled around hers and guided her to the heavens with as much skill as eagerness. Gwen moaned and bucked, keeping her eyes open only for the sake of watching his long waterfall of silvery hair sway around her shoulders with each thrust.

She clutched the sheets to keep a little stability, body taut from pleasure as he gripped her hips and plunged into the recesses of her body like a man starved. Then, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Tōga pulled her up and held fast, one hand engulfing her breast while the other dove south.

It was such a beautiful osmosis, that enthralling dance of two bodies, where she couldn't be sure where he ended, and she started to exist. He built up her pleasure like a wave in the ocean, coming from far, far away and approaching full speed until it crashed on the coast. This time, she was the one who took him with her.

Gwen cried out, spasming from the strength of a massive orgasm. And, as his arms tightened around her, she felt his body coil like a spring. A long, sensual moan escaped his lips when, one moment later, he convulsed. Tōga struggled to keep them both aloft as they rode the waves of pleasure together. Every twitch, every spasm sent ripples inside of her. Gwen smiled; there was something immensely gratifying in knowing she was responsible for this. To feel him unleashed was a priceless present.

After a while, her muscles relaxed and she sagged. But Tōga's hands were still roaming her slick skin, caressing, mapping the planes of her body with tenderness. His lips kissed her neck, no longer hungry, but grateful. And, in this moment, Gwen knew she had found something extraordinarily beautiful.

He didn't have to say the words for her to know.

And thus, when he eventually laid down and addressed her a tired smile, she kissed his mouth and settled in the crook of his arms.

"Good night, beloved."

The caress of his lips upon her temple was his only response.

It took a mountain of restraint not to pounce on her before Tōga left to cover his shift at the station. There were no words to describe the overwhelming joy that coursed through his veins when he found Gwen nestled in his arms upon his awakening. He didn't quite know what he had expected, especially after indulging in the bliss of a second joining the night before. He had effectively and irrevocably worn her out; of course, she wasn't going to run in the middle of the night!

And Kami, he wanted more of her. More of her touch, of her whispers against his lips, of her hands upon his skin. Would she mind, really, if he just indulged in a little more loving before he had to take his shift? The irony was that he was expected at work, and she wasn't because he had suspended her. For a week. The Inu instinct in him told him to lock her into his apartment for seven days and provide for her because he had taken away her means of sustenance.

Irony indeed.

Just as he was about to reach out, Gwen curled around him and sighed in contentment. The sight of her relaxed features undid him completely. Tōga extracted himself from her warm embrace, and kissed her temple. She just rolled over to his spot, and, grabbing his pillow, crushed it to her chest to bask in his scent. He covered her with the cotton sheet, and scribbled a note on a piece of paper.

You are welcome to stay. I'll be up for lunch break.

Sweet dreams, my little lady.

Tōga left, this morning, with his heart full.

But now that lunch was – at last! – upon him, his anxiety spiked. That damn knee throbbed like bitch as he limped upstairs, wondering if she would still be here. He really needed to give her his private number; the absence of communication was killing him. It was stupid, really to allow such fears to take root. If she had gone home, he knew where to find her. At worst, he would see her a week ahead, after her punishment was served.

The scent of garlic reached his nose, and Tōga struggled not to grin as he limped up the last set of stairs. It could only mean one thing.

As he pushed the door with anticipation, her voice greeted him with two little words he thought he'd never hear again.

"Okaeri nasai."

Welcome home.

Tōga's heart stuttered. He froze on the threshold, incredulous to hear the traditional greeting, so heavy with meaning, in his own tongue.

Gwen's smile faltered, the wooden spoon hanging mid-air, when she caught his expression. Eyes wide, he took in her form. Clad in one of his t-shirts, legs bare, hair slightly tussled, she looked like heaven wrapped in a body.

"Hum. Did I say something wrong?"

Tongue glued, Tōga banged the door close behind him and strode to the kitchen with such purpose that Gwen slightly recoiled. His chest was about to explode; the words were stuck. But he could tell her in other ways how those two little words echoed within the deepest parts of his soul.

She didn't have time to set the spoon down when he scooped her lithe form in his arms. His lips descended upon hers, demanding, and she squeaked when he lifted her on the kitchen counter. Something clattered on the floor; he ignored it in favour of plundering her mouth with the determination of a general, tongue swirling, taking in all the fragrances of her skin. She smelt sweet and gentle, with an underlying current of … himself.

Mine.

His instinct went haywire; and he crushed her against him with desperation, his sudden desire far too eager to ignore. Gwen gasped in his mouth, trapped against his larger frame. Her hands came to rest upon his shoulder, and she grabbed his nape to return the devastating kiss. The contact of her little fingers at the base of his skull felt like a jolt of lightning, and he slapped himself – mentally – to step away.

"Gwen," he rasped, barely in control of his own body. What was it, with this little woman, that caused him to go stir crazy?

"Yes," she panted her chest heaving.

Wide grey eyes watched him, amazement mingled with both surprise and desire. A stray lock of tawny hair hung in front of her face, dancing with her short breaths. Transfixed, Tōga couldn't take his eyes off her; she looked like a trapped animal about to be pounced upon, and the predator within rose to the challenge.

"Tōga ?"

The former general blinked, called back to the tangible world. He heaved a great sigh and shook his head, feeling the weight of his hair sway with the movement.

"You need to tell me when it's too much. When I become too much."

"Sure," she responded, surprised that he had stopped his ministrations to have a decent conversation. But then she added. "It's not too much yet. But switch off the stove first, will you?"

Firefighter one day…

The call of reality over his lust induced haze was so down to earth that he laughed. Tōga cut the gaz supply with a flick of his wrist, eying the tomato sauce that had been simmering in the saucepan.

"I love it when you laugh. It's almost as if you command the air to dance around you."

Her compliment touched home and, now that he felt a little more in control, he gathered his courage to ask what he really wanted.

"I'm off tomorrow. Stay?"

He knew he was probably giving her the puppy eyes, and she brushed his bangs away with a look that said it all. She couldn't resist him, just like he couldn't resist her.

"I might get a few things from my place then," she mused.

A deep rumble of satisfaction bloomed in his chest as he watched her scantily clad form, legs open on the kitchen counter.

"You look drop dead gorgeous in my shirt. Everything I own is yours."

"Panties would be nice," she quipped.

His eyes widened then, hands travelling to her inner thigh with barely concealed delight. She wasn't wearing anything underneath his t-shirt… Nothing at all.

Vixen.

While he was gone, Gwen had wrapped herself in whatever remained of him. The very notion caused his blood to run south, all restraints forgotten as nether regions became uncomfortable in the confines of the uniform.

"Have I told you of yōkai stamina?" he purred, pulling her against the now massive erection that begged to be freed. Gwen grinned, looping her arms around his neck.

"Nope," she retorted, her lips hoovering over his. "You'll have to show me."

And he proceeded to show her, exactly, how his heritage came in handy when it came to satisfying a woman's needs. How he wanted her; he was ready to burst already! And given how her lips were now devouring his, he was pretty confident that she wanted him back.

Tōga's hand slid below the t-shirt, marvelling at the sensation of satiny skin under his fingertips. Muscles rippled and twisted as he roamed her back, his hands traced her spine reverently, heated flesh welcoming his touch. When he pulled the garment over her head, revealing the entirety of her supple body, his mind just blanked.

So beautiful…

Tōga's large hands reached for her hips and crushed her against his groin with a groan of pleasure. She gasped, her head falling back to expose the delight of her throat. He latched onto her pulse point like a wild animal, suckling and licking to his heart's content, hot breath curling over her ear. Her body twisted in his arms, a thin sheen of sweat beading over her skin as their hips ground against each other in a sensual duet. The kitchen counter was just the right height, every single of her moves sent pleasure rippling up his spine.

Kami!

He had no control around her, their heated dance setting fire to his veins. It took a tremendous effort for to remove his hands from her body to reach for his belt; Gwen whimpered in need as she grabbed his shirt and yanked it away. Panting, Tōga watched her, naked and offered, grey eyes half mast as desire poured out of every pore of her skin.

Perky breasts heaved with her chest, begging to be worshipped while her taut waist gave way to comely hips. His gaze lingered on the thatch of brown curls that had already welcomed him thrice, a piece of heaven where he belonged, discreetly hidden in the midst of satiny skin.

Magnificent and sinful, and completely unleashed. Her scent assaulted his nose, a mingle of excitation and arousal that coaxed the beast within to take her NOW.

His member throbbed erratically, and Tōga knew that if he didn't free himself, he'd be spilling in his pants soon enough. As his hurried fingers grabbed the leather belt, Gwen suddenly folded herself over him. The former yōkai froze when her sweaty arms engulfed his bare skin, and she started nuzzling at the junction of his neck. Something wet and eager started a trail, the sensation lighting his nerves on fire; his knees buckled.

She was licking her way up, from his shoulder to the hollow of his throat, her little tongue tracing patterns that caused his loins to clench. His hips bucked once more, and his knuckles turned white on the belt as it eventually loosened.

"Kami, Gwen!" he rasped.

He's never struggled so much to undress himself, but she wasn't making it easy. Gwen smiled, then nipped the underside of his jaw playfully, the slight pressure overloading his senses.

He'd never thought she would be as animalistic as he was; he had clearly underestimated her sensuality. That tongue would be his undoing. And so, with Gwen's heated body surrounding him, the gentle swell of her breasts crushed against his chest, he eventually managed to push those damned pants and underwear down without tearing them apart. A miracle, for his beast was screaming.

Need you. Need you now.

Gwen's tongue now suckled on his jaw, and his hips stuttered from need. Panting, Tōga's hands circled her rounded cheeks as he roughly pulled her onto him. In an instant, he was sheathed to the hilt into her tight heat.

"Oh!" she cried in raptures, her head falling backwards.

A trail of hot fire scorched him from within, eliciting a long, hot moan from his mouth. The world just ceased to exist as their bodies intertwined, singing the universal language of love and lust. He wasn't gentle this time, setting a unforgiving pace, diving into the confines of her plush body. He just couldn't slow down; that raging desire engulfed them both, and Gwen shuddered in his arms, her arms clamping on him in a vice grip. She moaned and sighed, cried his name and begged, her eyes wide open in both rapture and surprise as he took her with such passion his heart threatened to burst.

Tōga had never seen such a beautiful sight; she took his breath away. And when he eventually shuddered in release, safely ensconced in her iron grip, a most peculiar thought came to him.

I need to lock my front door.

A scant fifteen minutes later, Gwen returned to her cooking on wobbly legs. A very smug Tōga set his hands upon her hips to stabilise her and sniffed over her shoulder, watching her drop the tagliatelle into hot water.

"There's Italian on my father's side," she explained. "I think his ancestors are rolling in their graves that I'm cooking rice pasta with arrabiata salsa."

"You are merely blending cultures," he responded. "Just like we are."

Gwen's cheeks reddened, but she smiled. It was a pretty accurate statement after all.