Chapter 27: After Party

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, for if I did, Ren and Kyoko would be lovey-dovey already.

They stayed for the exclusive after-party and mingled amongst their peers. Many people congratulated Kyoko regardless of her loss. Dark Moon clinched the coveted Best Drama Award. Director Ogata received the award. Just like at the Dark Moon party he stammered and cried his way through his speech.

Shotaro had sought her out afterward and as arrogant as ever said, "Looks like you got close but I guess I'll still be looking down on you."

Kyoko scowled and stuck her tongue out at him. If it was the old her she probably would have thrown a fit vowing to get her revenge on him but instead, she smiled and didn't take the bait. "I'm just getting started, Shotaro. Besides, I'm pretty sure you owe me big time for that song."

Sho chuckled arrogantly but nodded. Kyoko's attention was soon pulled away from him by her Dark Moon co-star Momose Itsumi. Sho bowed and took his leave seeking out the beauty eyeing him from the bar. Kyoko rolled her eyes. He'll never change.

Meanwhile, Ren made his rounds talking to former co-stars. He strategically staged himself during every conversation where he could always have a view of Kyoko. He wanted to make sure nothing happened tonight. Female celebrities could be cruel, case, and point, Morizumi Kimiko. He was glad she and Cedric weren't invited to this party. It took all of his willpower to stay put when Fuwa approached her. He hid his irritation behind a professional smile while she conversed with her childhood friend. He sighed with relief when Momose intervened then scolded himself to get his jealousy in check.

As Kyoko talked to Momose, she caught Ren's heated gaze trained on her. She smiled shyly at him before turning her attention back to her friend.

"Kyoko-san, I knew you and Tsuruga-san made a good couple. It was so obvious on set how much you two liked each other. I'm happy for both of you," Momose said sincerely. "Congratulations on your nomination. Your Mio was brilliant. You made acting with you easy and enjoyable. I hope we can collaborate on something together."

"Thank you Momose-san. Congratulations on your nomination as well. I'm grateful to have worked with a talented actress like yourself. I've learned so much. I hope we can work together too in the near future," Kyoko replied.

"Congratulations on your award, Tsuruga-kun," Koga said, strolling up to him. Ren shifted his position so Kyoko was back in his line of sight before acknowledging Koga. Kyoko's co-star didn't look very congratulatory from Ren's point of view but he thanked him all the same.

Koga laughed exasperatedly and stood beside Ren following the path of his gaze. He smirked when his eyes landed right on Kyoko as she giggled at something Kijima said to her and Momose. This guy is totally head over heels for that woman. He broke so many hearts tonight, fans are bound to hate him. Soon it'll be my time to shine.

"I don't know whether to feel sorry for you or envy you," Koga told him with a squeeze to his shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about Hiromune-san," Ren replied innocently, increasing the wattage on his gentleman smile.

"Yeah, sure you don't," Koga responded sarcastically. "Soooo... When's the wedding? I hope to be invited."

"She's only seventeen. We can't get ahead of ourselves," Ren explained but did not deny that there would be one.

Koga held up his hands in surrender and snickered, "Judging from the hot looks you two have been sending one another all night, you may be having a shotgun wedding."

Ren blanched then blushed as he fully comprehended Koga's words. He looked toward the woman he loved and found her staring back at him. She turned her head quickly when she was caught. After a few minutes of listening to Koga and other women that joined them drone on about something, he noticed from the corner of his eye Kyoko stifling a yawn. She was probably looking at him because she was exhausted. She did tell him this morning that she didn't sleep well last night.

Koga chuckled when Ren excused himself. He expertly dodged people (more women) wanting to congratulate him and teleported across the room. Kyoko jumped slightly with a start when he materialized by her side. Just a second ago he was talking with Koga and some ladies.

"Are you ready to leave?" He asked, searching her eyes for traces of fatigue.

"But, everyone is still…" Kyoko stammered. "Wouldn't it look bad if the top actor just disappeared early?"

"I assure you no one would be offended," he replied with a warm smile. Kyoko could do nothing but agree since he would know best about the proper etiquette of these events. She was tired of being on her feet. They made their final rounds to some of their colleagues and left giving the paparazzi the slip.

...

Kyoko rested her head on Ren's chest as the limo drove them to his apartment. This has to be the King of Rosa, she thought twirling the gorgeous blue rose in her hand. The color reminded her of her Corn stone. She would need to search for a proper vase for him. Something sturdy and masculine that's capable of holding a King. She peered into the center of the petals for the millionth time to see if there was a Prince Rosa hidden within.

Ren smiled. He should have expected such a reaction from her. He worried that she might be disappointed if nothing showed up. If only he put a little more thought into a gift for her. He wanted to kick himself at the missed opportunity to spoil her.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders while his fingers gently stroked the skin of her upper arm sending chills throughout her body. It was a good night, no drama, no pigs blood, and all in all enjoyable since she was with him.

She yawned as she snuggled more into his chest. "You must be exhausted," he said whispering down to her.

"Yes and no. Mainly my feet are killing me. How a woman can go hours in shoes like these is a miracle? I guess I have to train my feet to withstand this much if I'm going to continue as a model," Kyoko confessed with a giggle.

He laughed but sympathized with her. Female models' feet always took a beating. Because of the job, they were sometimes forced to wear heels that were either too small or too big. "Here lean back," he told her, removing his arm from around her shoulders. She did as she was told and leaned against the far side of the seat. Ren took hold of her ankles and lifted her feet onto his lap.

"Corn what are you doing? It's gross," she scolded scrambling to remove her feet from him.

"Ssssh baby," he hushed and proceeded to remove her shoes. He shifted his body to the other end of the seat so her feet were close to his chest. With his hands, he used his thumbs to apply firm pressure to the sole of her left foot. He started at the tip of her toes and made his way to her heel and up her ankle.

She sighed contentedly and sagged in her seat as his fingers expertly worked the ache from her foot.

"Better," he asked with a lift of his brows. Kyoko nodded watching him oddly. Why did this seem so natural for him? How many women had he done this too? Kyoko lost her train of thought as he switched to the other foot and applied the same technique.

"Mmm, this feels heavenly." Her eyes fluttered close from the pleasure. "Where did you learn to do this?" She asked as he worked his magic. That question was much safer than the jealous one she really wanted to ask.

"My father used to do this for my mother whenever they snuggled on the couch," he told her, remembering those moments of his parents fondly.

Kyoko smiled at his memory. That would be something Otousan would do for his wife. She knew that Kuu loved her very much. When he was finished, she shifted her position in the seat so she could lean back against his shoulder.

"Thank you, my feet feel better already. Can you tell me more about your time in California? I'll listen to anything you want to share with me," she asked curiously.

Ren closed his eyes losing his train of thought as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through the back of his shorn hair.

She was surprised when he picked her up at the studio. He had cut his hair. It wasn't considered much but she had noticed. It was no longer falling into his eyes styled this way. The new-look made "Tsuruga Ren" appear younger.

"I can tell you about Brian," he said softly thinking of his pet.

"Brian?" She mimicked the way he said the name in English. "Was he a friend of yours?"

He nodded with eyes still shut. "He was a chicken that Rick gave me."

"A chicken?" She asked surprised and sat up to make sure she heard him clearly.

"As you can see I have a thing for chickens," he answered with a wry smile. "Rick gave him to me as a sort of test. He told me that the chicken represented the coward within me and that I should conquer that coward by eating it. I couldn't eat Brian. Rick was so mad when I ended up naming him instead." He recalled that day like it was yesterday. He could hear Rick's crude words loud and clear in his mind.

"I told him resolutely that I would eat it but I went to the local McDonald's and bought a 20-piece chicken nugget set. I might have missed his point but it was still chicken. I used those nuggets as ingredients for my Maui omu rice but it was mazui. Rick showed me the ketchup trick then. He told me, 'have the girl you love cast her magic on it.'" Ren opened his eyes to look at her directly, "I finally found you."

She leaned forward and kissed him softly then hugged him burying her face in his neck. She inhaled the heady mixture of soap, aftershave, remnants of cologne, and the underlying scent that belonged solely to him. She could get used to his smell. "Thank you for sharing with me."

The car came to a halt. Kyoko lifted her head from its resting place and said, "Oh, we're here already. Let me get my shoes on." She scrambled upright to find her heels.

"No need," he said, stepping out of the car with her heels firmly hooked on his fingers. She scooted towards the open doorway to reach for her shoes. He held them aloft then reached in with one fell swoop for her. She barely had time to secure her clutch and rose in her hand when he lifted her out of the car a la princess style.

He thanked the driver and bid him a good night then carried her towards the elevator. "Corn put me down! I'm heavy," she said, squirming in his arms.

"Yes, you're about 100 kilos," he joked and pretended to lose his grip on her which resulted in her tightening her arms around his neck.

He chuckled lightly. "That's better," he said, rubbing his face against hers. He pushed the button and waited for the elevator. "Hold me tighter. I don't want to drop you." When she was secured he maneuvered the hand under her back to remove his card key from his pocket.

After about a minute of waiting the elevator opened to reveal an older businessman dressed impeccably from head to toe in a designer suit.

"Tsuruga-kun," the older gentleman greeted with a small nod and smiled amusedly at Kyoko in his arms.

He must be another resident, Kyoko thought. It only dawned on her that she never actually saw the other residents in this building. She must look ridiculous right now.

"Good evening, Ichigo-san. Are you heading to the office at this hour?" Ren calmly held a conversation with his neighbor all whilst holding Kyoko in his arms. She couldn't believe this would be how she was introduced to his neighbors.

"It's never-ending. In the business world, one of your partners is always awake around the globe," Ichigo explained. Ren nodded with understanding. Kyoko just wanted to shrink into her boyfriend's jacket and hide out of mortification. "You must be Kyoko-san," he said holding the elevator open and gesturing for them to step in.

"Congratulations to you both on your awards. I mean on your nominee dearie," he smiled apologetically to Kyoko. "My wife and I think you should have won. We both enjoyed watching Dark Moon."

Proprietary dictated that Kyoko acknowledge the man no matter how embarrassed she was at the moment. "Thank you, Ichigo-san. I appreciate you and your wife's support and kind words." She gave him the best bow she could while perched in Ren's arms.

"You kids be safe." He gave them a knowing wink as the doors slid closed. Kyoko buried her red face in the crook of Ren's neck to hide her shame.

"I can't believe it, I'm so embarrassed. He must think I'm a wanton woman." She squirmed in his arms and demanded to be put down. She didn't care that she was barefoot but he refused. Just like he refused that time she hurt her ankle. That day seemed like such a lifetime ago. If he had told her then that he was her fairy prince she would have thrown it back in his face. Her arms tightened around his neck thinking how this could have all went the other way. Never meeting him again. Never falling in love with him. Would she have known her life was so empty without him?

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" He asked gently, feeling her apprehension through her body.

She smiled against his neck and simply said, "turtle girl." It was what she felt like when he discovered her floundering on that dirt path with her injured ankle.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head knowing exactly what she was referring to. He tightened his arms around her thinking about those earlier times when they didn't get along. They could have easily passed each other unknowingly. It seemed fate had other plans for them and now he was never letting go.

The elevator dinged indicating his floor. He expertly opened the door to his apartment with her in his arms. When they were finally inside he put her down.

Now that she was fully in his apartment, reality hit him like a ton of bricks. You can survive this night Kuon!

Kyoko's emotions were a mess. She stepped into the living room and placed her stuff on the low table. She heard the distinct click of the deadbolt as he locked the door. She turned to face him and looked at him oddly. She found him leaning his forehead against the door muttering to himself. She was feeling overwhelmed the moment her toes touched the floor. She didn't want this night to end. She didn't want to part with him even for sleep.

"Kuon," she said barely a whisper but he heard. His head shot up and looked in her direction. She gulped as she met the piercing gaze of the Emperor.

He couldn't help but think how right she looked standing in the middle of his apartment. The dress Fuji made for her was rumpled and her hair stood wildly on end. She never looked more beautiful to him than at that moment and he wanted her more than anything in the world.

Without thinking, he was on her in a flash. One hand buried itself in her hair while the other encircled her waist pulling her toward him. He leaned down angling his face towards hers.

She didn't hesitate. Her arms wrapped around his neck lifting on tiptoes so she could have better access to his mouth. She wished she still had her heels on. It would have been so much easier to reach him. She kissed him back hungrily as his tongue expertly navigated its way into her mouth in a sweet embrace.

Kyoko pushed away her embarrassment. All she could think about was how right it felt to be kissing the man she loved. Her hands moved on its own accord and undid his jacket buttons but she didn't stop there. She curled her fingers at the bottom of his shirt and pulled it loose from his pants.

Kyoko didn't realize it but they had somehow managed to kiss their way towards the bedroom doors. He pushed her up against the guest bedroom door. The door that led to her bedroom. He used his large dexterous hand to pin her wrists above her head while the other roamed her body touching wherever he could reach. His lips devoured her like a starving man. Her mouth, her jawline, the column of her neck, her collarbone, and the top of her breasts pushing out of the dress were peppered with hot wet kisses. He inflamed every part of her body. A moan of unabashed pleasure escaped her parted lips.

He pulled away suddenly leaving her to contend with the aftermath. He had been supporting her full weight that it took her a moment to gather her bearings and keep from falling face first. She steadied herself against the door and stared at him in confusion. She could see the lust clouding his vision but he looked frazzled as he raked his hands through his hair. Both of them stood apart taking ragged breaths from the exertion of their make-out session. Why did he stop so suddenly?

"Go to bed Kyoko!" He told her harshly pointing to her door. Without another word, he stormed into his room slamming the door shut in her face.

Kyoko was left in the hallway gaping like a goldfish at the sudden turn of events. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry about being abandoned so coldly. Instead, her brows furrowed and her lips snarled as anger built within her. He was infuriating! How could he just leave her feeling so, so, so horny? She could tell he wanted her. What was his problem? She didn't feel ashamed one bit about her lewd actions.

She smiled mischievously and walked into her room. She went to her bathroom to freshen up. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and cringed at the hot mess gazing back at her. Her hair was all over the place from having his hands buried in them. Her face, neck, and chest had whisker burns from where his mouth had kissed and her lips… It was her lips that she couldn't tear her eyes away from. She touched them gently with her fingertips. They were red and swollen from being thoroughly kissed. She smiled at her reflection. The prude little Kyoko of the past was no more.

He leaned back against his door mentally kicking himself for being so weak. The sound of a door opening and closing outside made him feel relief and disappointment all at once. He berated himself for feeling disappointed. It was his doing. He knew it was rude to leave her out in the hallway like that but he needed to get away quickly. He was still such a coward. He hoped she wouldn't be too angry with him in the morning. He couldn't take advantage of her innocence even if she was willing.

He sighed a sigh to end all sighs. It was the kind of sigh that released a piece of a person's soul. He raked his hands over his face one last time and pushed away from the door to get ready for bed. He emptied his pockets of his wallet and their cellphones on to the nightstand. He threw his jacket and tie on the sitting chair and walked to the bathroom. He washed his hands to remove his contacts then brushed his teeth.

As he walked from the bathroom he undid the buttons of his shirt exposing his broad chest and washboard abs. He sat down on his bed to take a minute and buried his face in his hands feeling sorry for himself.

Kyoko walked out of her room with her heart thundering in her chest and softly knocked on the door. There was no answer so she boldly reached for the knob. Whatever state he was in she told herself resolutely that she would not be embarrassed. He sat on the edge of his oversized bed with his head hung low propped in his hands. Kyoko's breathing calmed a little at the sight of him. His shirt looked undone but for the most part, he was still dressed. She let herself in without a word and stood in front of him.

Kuon was so deep in his lament that he didn't hear her knock or the door opening. He was made aware of her presence when a set of cute manicured toes filled his line of sight on the floor. Fuck! I forgot to lock the door! His startled gaze shot up and his heart quickened with anticipation.

"I thought I told you to go to bed." He tried to sound gruff but the tremor in his voice betrayed his real feelings.

He watched the slow smile spread across her beautiful features. She knew, and he knew that she knew.

"Kuon, can you please help me with my zipper?" she asked coyly, turning her back and stepping closer toward him. "I can't seem to reach it on my own."

He took a deep breath and reached a slow shaky hand towards the zipper. This was a simple task, one he was capable of doing for her. He only needed to get it partway and she would be able to take care of the rest. He could do this. She gasped as soon as the back of his knuckle made contact with her skin. Her body reacted honestly and shivered. He groaned internally when his cock twitched in response.

Kuon was fascinated as she convulsed just from the slightest touch on her back. He let out a steadying breath and took his time pulling down the zipper. As he dragged on the zipper, he purposely let his index finger trace the exposed skin. He wanted to gauge her reaction some more and was pleased to see her shiver again. He could have stopped then but his fingers had a mind of their own. They continued tugging when she didn't interject.

He felt the tightness in his pants intensify as his cock hardened. The whole night, walking on his arm and among their peers, she had been nude underneath the fabric of her dress. She was braless. He struggled to maintain control. He should have stopped. He should have chased her out. But he didn't. All he could think about was getting that zipper down after such an alarming discovery. Neither of them attempted to hold the dress up as it fell away from her upper body and clung to her hips.

Kuon let out a low guttural grow from deep within his chest as he took in her naked back. His eyes were mesmerized by the silky ivory skin over tight-knit muscles. He placed his hands on her slender waist unable to keep his hands off of her. She was so tiny that his fingers spanned the circumference of her waist.

Kyoko drew in a sharp breath as his hands electrified her exposed flesh. Just that touch weakened her knees. She feared they might give out but she willed herself to stay upright. She didn't want him to freak out again and toss her out.

With little effort, Kuon slid the rest of the dress past her hips. From there gravity took over and puddled the pretty fabric at her feet.

She was clad in nothing but black lace underwear. It wasn't quite a thong but it was revealing enough to highlight her apple-shaped bottom. With a desperate groan, his hands reached up to palm rounded cheeks. The skin was smooth and free of blemishes. He gently kneaded them in his hands reveling at their firmness. Riding a bicycle had paid off.

Kyoko parted her lips and closed her eyes while he caressed her behind. She could feel her face reddening with each squeeze. He didn't stop at his hands. She clamped her lips tightly when he leaned forward and planted a kiss on the small of her back. Her body trembled but she didn't try to stop him. His mouth trailed soft kisses on her lower back and then over her ass cheeks. Kyoko was sure she would faint from the onslaught of blood rushing to her head when she felt his lips touch her behind. She was glad he couldn't see her face.

Moving back up, Kuon licked and sucked on her lower back while his hands continued to massage the muscled ivory globes. As he caressed her ass, one hand dropped lower than the other. That thumb slowly traced a path under to her womanly center. He ran his thumb over the heated cleft between her legs through her panties. Kyoko felt the heat kindling deep within her gut. She feared her legs would buckle.

She let out an erotic moan and arched her back in ecstasy as a rush of moisture flooded between her thighs. She knew what was happening to her. She researched sex to bridge the gap of experience between them. She knew she wasn't his first but she vowed to be his last.

Kuon cursed under his breath. He could feel her slick wet heat through the flimsy material. She was so sensitive it turned him on. He couldn't stop himself from wanting to make her feel more. He moved his hands back to her waist and chuckled when he heard her soft whimper. It was clear to him that she didn't want him to stop touching her there.

Using one hand he fluidly undid his pants to relieve his cock of the zipper biting into his sensitive flesh. He gripped the edges of his boxers to pull them down but hesitated. This was more than enough for him. He pulled her down by the waist to sit on his lap with her back flush against his chest. He hissed at his sensitivity as her skin brushed against his pecs. He lifted her right leg and hooked it over his thigh then did the same with her other leg. The position left her legs wide open and his erection nestled in the crevice of her folds.

Kuon wanted to cry himself when she gyrated her pert ass against him. He had abstained for so long that it took all his willpower not to come right then. He focused wholeheartedly on pleasuring her. He pushed her hair aside to brush his lips against the spot below her lobe. He inhaled deeply of the sweet citrusy yet floral scent on her skin. It smelled familiar but different. This was what the perfume she dubbed Odette, smelled like when mixed with her natural scent. It was intoxicating. He trailed his lips from her lobe down the length of her neck and back up as he slid his hands around to cup her breasts.

Kyoko shuddered in his arms and let out an erotic moan rocking her hips against him. She lost all sense of reason as soon as he touched her breasts. Her only instinct was to relieve the ache building in the pit of her stomach. The urge to kiss him surged through her veins.

She turned her head over her shoulder searching for his lips. Their minty breaths mixed as he drew closer. Her hooded eyes locked on to the dark emerald eyes of the Emperor. She smiled at the lack of hesitation she saw in his eyes. When he smiled back she crushed her lips against his and drove her tongue into his mouth hungrily. Her hot kiss was met with a firm squeeze on her breasts. The kiss also heightened the sensation of his erection sliding against her center. He matched the rocking of her hips with thrusts of his own. He was driving her crazy with desire with his every touch.

Kuon found himself experimenting with how best to pleasure her. The crests of her breasts were rock hard but he found that rolling over them in a circular motion made her shake with a passionate need while tweaking them made her buck recklessly against him. He knew for sure that either way deepened her kisses. The little mewling sounds coming from the back of her throat drove him delirious.

Kuon released his hold on one of her breasts. The fingers of his free hand traced the contours of her abdomen relishing in its tightness until they touched the fabric of her underwear. He hesitated for a second but the thrust of her hips encouraged him to continue. He dipped his hand into the lace and growled into her mouth. She was so fucking wet. He plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth wanting to taste every corner of it. Kyoko wrapped her arm around his neck pulling him closer. He ignored the crick starting in his neck from being hunched over for so long. It had to be more uncomfortable for her but neither of them wanted to stop. All he could do was twist down further so she wouldn't hurt her neck. It never crossed their minds to change position.

Kuon's fingers slid over her wet folds and hovered over her entrance. He backed off from sliding his fingers further and moved them back up to her clit. His fingers rolled over the sensitive bundle of nerves making her body quiver from head to toe. Her reaction gave him the confidence to continue. He had pleased her before but at that time they were both under the influence of sleep. Tonight, they were both very aware of each other and their actions.

Kyoko gasped, breaking their kiss. She needed air and she couldn't get any whilst sucking on his tongue. The dull ache that had taken residence deep in her belly since he first kissed her in the middle of the living room was now a raging inferno. She felt overwhelmed being powerfully aware of the sensations he inflicted on her body. The last time he made her feel like this she thought she was dreaming. She had no idea what to do. "Ah! Kuon, I feel...Ah ..." She panted, unable to finish a coherent thought or sentence.

"Mmh...It's okay...baby," he whispered into her ear just as desperately. "I'm here." His ragged voice reassured her. She let out a small yelp when he increased the thrusts of his hips shaking her along with him. The strokes between her thighs left her gasping. "Ugh...just let go, baby," Kuon grunted. He was so close to reaching his climax himself. He couldn't believe that they were doing this. The real thing was ten times better than any wet dream he ever had of her.

Kyoko finally felt the tension that had been building inside her snap. Before she could stop herself she screamed his name. She felt weightless like she was floating on clouds when she climaxed. She was jolted back to reality while Kuon continued to thrust beneath her.

He felt her body relax against him and knew she had found release. With a loud grunt of his own, Kuon let go. He saw white spots at the edges of his vision when he finally came. He gave a few more shuddering thrusts until his orgasm died down.

Kyoko closed her eyes and laid her head back on his shoulder. A serene smile graced her flushed face. She felt loved, desired, sated, thrilled, relaxed, and overall happiness. "That...that...was," she whispered trying to find the right words to describe the incredible experience. She settled with just one, "divine."

"I'm glad," he chuckled and wrapped his arms around her enjoying the feel of her pressed against him. He peppered kisses in her hair and on her temple then nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply enjoying her scent now mixed with his.

His emotions were in turmoil. He never felt such a deep connection, physically and emotionally, with a woman before. His arms tightened around her as he felt her body grow slack indicating to him that she had fallen asleep. These arms had held many lovers in the past that he would consider himself an expert in women; however, he could honestly say the emotions coursing through him right now were of another level. She felt so right in his embrace.

He lifted her gently and placed her on the bed. She burrowed into the pillows but remained asleep. He kissed her softly on the lips. He had never experienced anything like that before. He never so blindly lost himself in the act of lovemaking. Even if they didn't go all the way he had never been more satisfied.

He went to the bathroom to salvage his pants. It was a good thing Fuji said he could keep the suit. He wouldn't have been able to explain things to the outspoken designer with a straight face. He wiped it off to the best of his ability then tossed it on the bathroom floor. He would have the dry cleaners take care of the rest.

He moved on to wipe his now semi-flaccid penis off with another rag. He winced painfully. Although it felt fantastic at the time, his sensitive skin was chafed. He got a new washcloth and soaked it in warm water. He went out and did his best to clean up Kyoko.

"Kuon," she sighed in her sleep as he ran the cloth over her thighs. He wasn't strong enough to wipe what was covered by her underwear.

He shut off the lights after putting on a fresh pair of briefs. He pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes with a contented sigh. He fell instantly to sleep.

AN: Phew! Although, I consider myself an expert pervert when it comes to RenKyo, but putting it into words is difficult. I read Chpt 71 over and over for inspiration.

Thank you all for continuing to read. I'm trying to have Kyoko maintain her virginity until marriage but these two are just too horny. LOL

Thank you to those that have left a review. I heart feedback so let me know what you think while I figure out where to go from here.

Until next time, ja ne! ^_^