David/His gun -- COME ON YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT.
Alternatively, Julia/David/David's gun -- Julia performing an "experiment." I'm going to hell.

Awww, you don't even get near hell just for gunfucking. And, I apologize, I didn't quite work 'experiment' into this.

(And someone still needs to do the David/his gun solo, because GOD YES.)

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Julia sips at her morning coffee while across the table David carefully cleans the various parts of his gun. Usually she would be using this time to read the paper, but there's something captivating about the swift, sure movements of his hands that keeps her distracted.

"Sometimes I think you pay more attention to your gun than to me," says Julia. She's only teasing, although her mind is starting to drift to thoughts of what his hands could be doing to her instead.

"Oh?" he asks, carefully snapping the top piece of the gun together with a sharp click. He shoves it into his shoulder holster (and, oh, how she loves to see him in that shoulder holster) as he stands and leans in closer to her.

"Do you need more attention, Julia?"

His deep voice sends shivers down her spine, and she delicately licks her lips as she contemplates the appropriate response. He doesn't wait for a response, though. He just picks her up without any warning at all, just as easily as if she were weightless. It's amazing to her how strong he can be, and how resilient. It never fails to make her feel safe.

He carries into the bedroom and lays her down, and quickly climbs onto the bed above her. Julia looks up at him, looming above her with a small smile on his face. He leans down, kissing her roughly, and she opens her mouth to give him better access. His tongue presses into her mouth while his hand pushes up her skirt to get at her underwear, and she can feel herself getting wet from all the attention. Her cunt is already throbbing, and she needs something there, something to relieve the tension.

David pulls away, and for a second she thinks that he's going to unzip his pants, but instead he ends up un-holstering his gun.

"David, what- " she asks, but her breath catches as he presses the cold, hard metal against her bare flesh. She can feel her pulse quicken as he slides it down, giving her the friction she wants so badly.

"How does that feel?"

"God," she says, pushing up her hips to try and get more contact with it, and David smiles. He uses his free hand to push up her shirt, and he plants a warm, luxurious kiss on her stomach right before he shifts the gun and slides the barrel deep inside her.

She gasps out loud and her blood throbs from the feeling of his warm mouth on her stomach and the cold metal inside her. She shifts, trying to spread her legs wider, to get the metal deeper, but her underwear isn't pushed down past her knees and she can't get as much movement as she'd like.

She shifts again, trying to get a better position, but David has her pinned flat against the bed. But it all stops mattering when he starts to move the gun, sliding it in and out and driving her crazy in the process. It slides in deep, making her moan despite the foreign feel of the hard, unyielding barrel inside her. Every time it's in as deep as it'll go she can feel the way David's finger is pressed up against the trigger, and for a second she wonders if it's loaded. But this is David, and David wouldn't be doing this if it were loaded, because he's not the sort of person to take those kinds of risks.

But, still, just that hint of possible danger is enough to make her breath come even quicker.

"David," she says, panting out his name. He twists the gun in response, rotating it inside of her, and the feeling is too intense. She can feel her body seize up, and waves of warmth crash over her as the orgasm hits, leaving her spent in its wake.

It takes a while for her breathing to get back to normal, and David waits patiently, pulling her underwear back up and straightening out her shirt.

"You're going to have to clean the gun again now, aren't you?"

David brushes his tongue between her lips before he answers. "And you can watch again."

i know this is going to sound weird... but could someone plz do a freaking saya/diva or diva/saya fic. it's seems like the couple would be so obvious, but i have yet to find a fic about them.

=O *hugs requester* I'M ON IT!

Any kinks or such to request? ^_^

Diva/Solomon ('cause we know they did it...a lot)

Shyness, bloodplay/vampirism(duh), sexual frustration(from Diva), female domination (Diva on top), etc.

In which Diva wants Solomon, they have some smex on the floor and Solomon calls out Saya's name during climax (and Diva teases him about it). XD

CAUSE WE ALL WANT IT.

Saya/Haji; biting, blood-play (well, duh), oral sex, hand jobs (and some initial accidental(?) contact/stimulation). In wich Saya discover that some chevalier!feeding can be much more.

Heh, I just found this meme if I write this is anyone actually going to read it? ^^;

I WIIIIIIIIL.

Ok then I'll get on it then! Grrrr BITE SNAP!

As they stepped into the hotel room, Hagi leaned his cello case by the door and walked Saya to the sofa in the living area. She was weak as she lost blood from recent battles and had not taken any for a few days. It was harder traveling and finding leads without Red Shield’s support but Saya had chosen it after the incident, Hagi knew her reasons and did as she wished. Hagi sat on the sofa next to her and loosened his shirt revealing his smooth flawless neck to her. She had begun to accept blood occasionally now as there was no option of an IV from Julia, but she was still hesitant sometimes. Today there was no hesitation as she weakly climbed into his lap and positioned her fangs against his neck. Hagi then felt her fangs pierce his skin firmly, then her vigorous yet gentle licks as a small stream of blood was released, she pressed her body tighter to his, her legs were on either side of his hips. They hadn’t sat like this when feeding before, and between the licking and the pressure of Saya’s body against his, Hagi began to feel aroused. Her neck was right at his face, he could smell her scent, her blood. He had not drank her blood since he was turned and somehow now the desire was greater than ever, too great for even Hagi to ignore. Saya could feel his warm breath against her neck, then his fangs lightly graze her neck. “Saya…” he said his voice laced with desire yet still asking her permission. She pressed her soft chest harder against him pushing her neck at his mouth, she didn’t stop feeding, she didn’t want these feelings that were awaking in her to stop. Saya let out a small moan as Hagi bit her neck, and began licking her. His tongue warm, pressing in firm and long strokes, kissing and sucking directly at the bite mark. To drink his queen’s blood and be drank from, he was in ecstasy and it only added to Saya’s rising feelings of desire. Desire suppressed, for blood, for life, for him was released like fire into her blood stream. She pulled back suddenly and grabbed Hagi’s face… “More..” She said as she pressed her lips to his, they tasted each others blood in their kiss, on their tongues as Hagi returned her kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Their kiss went on until they both had to stop for breath. “Hagi… I need you.” Saya said looking into his dark blue eyes, his heart just about melted at her request. “My blood, my body, my heart belongs only to you…” Hagi said caressing her cheek and kissed her again deeply... To be continued.

Yeah, that's is far as I got like?

His tongue then followed the trail of blood from her neck down her shirt as he forced the buttons open, slipping her shirt down her shoulders, fiddling with her bra a moment before just snapping thru it with a claw. He licked every trace of blood off her breast until he came to her nipple, taking it into his mouth. Saya moaned her hands gripping at the front of his black shirt. She then pushed off of him standing in front of him on the sofa, she couldn’t get to him locked in that position. She began pulling off his shirts where he sat, then unbuckled his pants seeing the clear evidence of his arousal. She squeezed it and stroked up and down along it’s length watching Hagi’s face in curiosity. Hagi’s moans were barely auditable, then she leaned down and kissed it. He groaned her name deeply as his closed his eyes. “More?“ Saya asked when Hagi suddenly leaned forward and pulled down her skirt and underwear in a swift movement pushing her back down on the sofa with her knees up burrowing his face in her most sensitive place, Saya let out a variety of sounds and positive responses as he licked her jewel, drinking her sweet nectar. Saya’s legs started moving around and Hagi struggled to hold them in place while tending to her. “Hagi please.. I can’t take it anymore…” Hagi crawled up over her body pressing his hips between hers and they let reckless abandon take over, their pace random, their minds went blurry from the heat, Saya was drawing blood on Hagi’s back with her nails, her small frame shaking as he thrust into her deeply. “Saya you’re so… “ Hagi’s words broken off by a kiss. Their hearts racing, their pace quickening, until they would explode in ecstasy.


Ok all done. :) I'll probably post it elsewhehere like ff or aff after some revision as there isn't many good lemon fics for Hagi/Saya. They make the perfect subjects... muahaha.

Collins and wheelchair!Joel. Golden showers.

Here you go---------------!

Joel could feel the warm yellow drops as they fell suddenly onto his face. They came from behind he could not escape them while in his wheelchair. He closed his eyes as they ran down his face. He felt something hard hit his head then tumble into his lap, he turned to look as Collins fell to the floor next to his wheelchair. He laid there with noodles and chicken chunks. "Sorry, I didn't get chicken soup in your eyes did I?" Collin's said as Joel handed him the bowl to pick up his mess. "No I thought it was something else. Joel said with a small grin on his face.

David/Julia, handcuffs/bondage
Diva/Julia, non-con

This got kind of long. Warning (Yes I know, but still): contains Diva (who brings more kink to the party than was originally specified). This is either brilliant or awful.

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She glanced up briefly from her laptop when she heard the door open, seeing Saya, wrapped in a long coat, head bowed.

“Back so soon? Where’s everyone else?” She asked as she turned back to her work. The others were gone to follow up on intel regarding Chiropteran sightings in the countryside north of Marseilles. She had stayed behind to work on… that was odd, why had they not called her before coming back?

“Doctor, doctor…” That voice! That wasn’t Saya! She turned back to the girl at the door, who raised her head to look back at Julia with heavily lidded blue eyes. “Oops, did I give myself away?” Diva giggled and reached behind her head to free long tresses of black hair from inside the collar of her coat.

For a moment Julia was filled with panic; she had to escape! She jumped up from her seat and made a break for the fire escape: only to almost collide with Diva who was suddenly in between her and the exit.

“Oh no, you can’t leave yet. I went to so much trouble just to see who I might catch alone here, and while you’re not the one I had hoped for… I still want a little fun.” She smiled, licking her lips and removing the coat, revealing a simple yet elegant dress.

“What do you-- what are--.” It was hard to think clearly as those inscrutable blue eyes examined her. It did not help that she had read the reports on the recovered bodies of Diva’s victims. Would she be tortured slowly to death? Or torn apart with more savagery than even the most bestial Chiropteran could muster?

“So hard to tell, does sister dear have good taste or bad? She keeps some pretty, young boys; but ugly old men as well, and then there’s you; you’re quite a surprise, she acts so straight laced yet keeps such a plaything around.”

“I’m not... We’re... Saya doesn’t--.”

“Oh, of course!” Diva laughed. “Dear sister Saya tries so hard to convince herself that humans matter, that you are more than just food or toys. And yet…” Julia did not even see her move. Diva was behind her now, pressed close against her back, left arm snaking round her front pinning both of Julia’s arms in an iron grip. She could feel Diva’s breath on her neck, oddly cool and dry even this close. With her right hand Diva held up one of the blood crystals of Julia’s necklace, letting it sparkle in the light. “…She marks you as hers. She forgets though, good sisters share, what’s hers is mine. Strange though, she keeps you, yet I barely smell her on you. Perhaps I should show her the way forward?”

She did not release her grip on Julia’s wrist but she let go of the necklace and stepped back a little. Before relief could set in, her right hand plunged down the back of Julia’s top unhooking her bra in one swift movement.

Diva giggled when Julia gasped in shock.

“So much constraint. Let’s just do away with that altogether. Make some room to move.” Her hand moved behind Julia’s back and there was a snapping noise, then again on the other side. Julia tried to struggle free as Diva’s hand plunged down her front this time, to pull off her bra and casually toss it across the room, broken straps trailing after. She could not escape though, Diva was pressed close against her again, seemingly her only reaction to Julia’s struggles was to grind her hips against her.

A feeling of horror swept over Julia as Diva felt her breasts through the fabric of her top, seeming to assess their heft. She’d pushed it right out of her mind, the other way that Diva’s victims were found…

“Yes.” Diva whispered breathily against her neck. “Those are very nice.” Julia could not help but whimper slightly as a surprisingly hot, wet tongue slid up her neck. Part of her felt ashamed for showing fear but most of her hoped that it would be over quickly as Diva’s mouth met her neck. But the bite never came, though sharp teeth scraped and nipped gently at her skin; lips kissed and the tongue continued to lick at her.

She gasped raggedly as Diva’s free hand slid back down the front of her top, to cup a breast this time, fingers teasing at the nipple, rubbing it, squeezing and tugging as it hardened, before moving on to give similar treatment to her other breast.

“Stop. Please. Stop.” But it didn’t stop. Diva’s hand moved to her side, she could hear the sound of the fabric tearing as it moved down, and then her torn top was plucked away from under her lab coat, leaving her breasts bared.

She cried out as Diva, remaining ever close, slid round to her front and tripped her in a single movement. Julia landed hard on her back, Diva sitting atop her thighs, grabbing her wrists and trapping them painfully together above her head with a single small but impossibly strong hand.

While Julia cried out helplessly, and writhed uselessly, Diva grinned down at her then brought her mouth back to Julia’s neck, to lick and kiss at her throat this time; each long stroke of her tongue started lower than the last, moving down past the collar bone, down the chest, flicking playfully against the crystals of Julia’s necklace, teasingly slowly down between Julia’s breasts. The unwanted arousal she invoked worse than any torture. That hot wet tongue trailed over Julia’s breasts, coming oh so close to the nipples, just brushing at the areolas before moving away again, making her almost want it there, to stop this teasing.

Her cries had become low and quiet, her movements weak; but when Diva’s tongue finally flicked across a nipple a loud moan escaped her and her hips bucked up involuntarily. Diva licked and nipped and sucked, every movement sending waves of pleasure through her.

She didn’t notice until it was too late that her belt had been undone, her skirt and pantyhose pulled down around her knees. Not until a hand quickly caressed her cunt, bringing her to moan and buck her hips again, this time with a primal need to find that hand again. It found her first, darting across and away again, unleashing another moan. She was becoming wet now, her body betraying her as the hand played with her and Diva’s mouth caressed her. She still tried to struggle free but every time Diva touched her she found herself writhing in pleasure instead.

At last Diva’s fingers entered her. Beyond her limits she gave in, building quickly toward climax as their strokes deepened and the thumb massaged her clit. She groaned and ground her hips, not caring anymore about escape, wanting only what those fingers could give her.

She screamed wordlessly and lay still, breathing heavily. Unable to react when Diva released her hands and sat back, delicately licking her juices from pale fingers; satisfied, she stood and stepped away from Julia; then reached behind her own back with both hands to work the bindings of her dress.

Guilt set in. Julia felt ashamed of herself for giving in to Diva’s touch, she wrapped her lab coat around herself and sat up, reaching for her skirt and pantyhose that had shifted down to her ankles. She was brought up short though, unable to look away as Diva pulled her dress over her head: revealing first slim legs, then the flawless pale body with its contrasting dark triangle between her legs, and finally small, pert breasts, tipped with pale pink nipples.

“You’re not going yet.” Diva told her as she carelessly kicked her shoes off and approached again. “I’m not finished with you yet.” She kneeled beside Julia, and pulled her skirt and pantyhose off completely now, shoes leaving with them, tossing them far across the room, prizing Julia’s hands off of her lab coat, opening it again to leave her exposed. She pinned her with her whole body, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, cunt to cunt.

Diva’s tongue forced its way into her mouth, irresistibly, it tasted of blood and… of her, she realised, her juices licked from Diva’s fingers moments ago. As one sided as the kiss was, Diva continued it while she finished stripping her: dragging arms out of sleeves, taking her glasses, freeing her hair from it’s tie. Leaving only her necklace.

“Much better.” She said drawing back. “If you were mine, I’d dress you in much prettier things than that, or perhaps I‘d leave you like this. But I think you need a little encouragement.” Diva shifted up a little, cupped the back of Julia’s head and forced her face against her breasts. She resisted at first, but then she felt Diva’s hand between her legs again and she opened her mouth a little without thinking, a nipple slipped between her lips, and instantly she was rewarded with another pleasing touch. She found herself being trained: if she pleased Diva, Diva pleased her in turn, but if she should do something that Diva did not like, a crushing squeeze to the back of her head was her punishment. She tried not to do anything that Diva did not like.

When Diva’s hand left her, she wondered whether she had somehow done something particularly displeasing; she paused with a nipple between her teeth, tongue still touched to it.

“Don’t stop. Not yet. You’ve done well so far: I might let you live. If you continue to do well.”

She continued fearfully and yet with some small hope.

Diva’s hand found hers, took it and guided it down, until her fingers encountered stiff curls of hair and warmth and wetness and she knew what she had to do next. Her fingers slid easily into Diva, so wet and warm, so much warmer inside than she would ever have guessed from still cool skin.

Diva writhed with pleasure, body rubbing against hers. Giving voice to unrestrained moans, moving her hands to Julia’s back where sharp fingernails clawed with excitement, drawing blood, Julia was sure.

Suddenly Diva was rising up, away from her mouth, her fingers. Julia barely managed to register this before Diva was turned above her, and came back down. Hot wet cunt pressed to her lips as Diva’s tongue entered her and she tasted Diva’s juices. Pheromones some still rational part of her realised but she didn’t care, all she wanted was more of that taste. She thrust her tongue up to find more of that wonderful flavour, licking greedily every drop she could find, desperately licking at Diva’s clit, wanting more. Pleasure mounted between her own legs as Diva’s tongue licked and twisted deep within her.

And then Diva withdrew, body arching back, an orgasmic scream that somehow fell from the highest pitch and rose from the lowest to meet itself in the middle. A torrent of Diva’s Juices was Julia’s reward, and then Diva fell upon her again: mouth to the inside of her thigh, lips formed a seal and sharp teeth bit into the flesh. There was pain but her excitement overwhelmed it, and Diva’s fingers were soon distracting her again, bringing her to her own orgasm even as the life blood was drunk from her.

“There. Now you’re marked as mine as well.” It took her a moment, in her weakened state to realise that Diva had stopped, and now was up and moving about the apartment. “You’ve been a very good toy, so I’ll let you live today.” Diva told her as she pushed something soft against the bite wound she had left. Julia opened her eyes slowly, (when had she closed them?) to see Diva, with a first aid kit beside her, deftly applying a pad of cotton wool and securing it in place with surgical tape. That should surprise her she knew; but then, what better way to prolong the victims suffering than to patch them up between times? “I think I’ll leave you here like this for Sister-dear to find.” Panic rose through the haze of blood loss, as more surgical tape was applied to her ankles and then her wrists pinning her to the floor, it should not have been enough to trap her but she was too weak. Helpless, she had been helpless the moment Diva entered the room.

“I wonder what she’ll do when she finds you? Perhaps she’ll finally see what fun humans are to play with? Or perhaps she’ll give you to another of her toys? Maybe she’ll feed from you? Or perhaps…” Diva’s finger traced through the stickiness about Julia’s mouth. “Perhaps she’ll see what fun you’ve been having with me and grow angry at you. Kill you. I can’t wait to find out which it is.”

As Diva dressed and departed with a last soft giggle, the realisation of what was going to happen began to sink in for her. They would find her here naked, smeared with Diva’s juices and her own, no way to hide the results of the lust she’d unwillingly felt. Would they believe that it had been unwilling? Would David believe her? Leaving her alive seemed like the final torture.

Ok, just because I feel too bad for writing it myself, but I bet that you can do wonderfull things with it if you want...

Kai & Diva, semi NC, after she took Riku-like form
NO Kai-Riku implyied, just, he's torn between feeling it disgusting and enjoying it quite lot.

I'm all over this one. Just give me a little while to think it over. XD

Here we go, this would probably take place when Kai is in Diva's dressing room before the concert. Anyway, here goes.

Her eyes were shining blue with lust, but wether it was lust for blood or something else he couldn't tell. Her face was so close to his, he could feel her breath all over his face. But this wasn't Diva's face, it was Riku's- no, not just Riku's, it was a combination of Riku and Saya, the two people he cared for the most.

"Do you like my new face?" she asks.

Kai can't answer, he just looks away in disgust. This woman is the reason for everyone's suffering. She killed Riku, she's merciless, evil...

"Why?" he asks suddenly.

"Why what?" Diva replies with a quizzical look.

"Why do you take his shape?" he asks.

"Oh, he was such a cute boy." she replies with a smile. "I wanted him, and I had him; and now I want you."

She gets even closer and Kai can't seem to take his eyes of her.

"Now, lets see..." Diva says quietly, looking him over. "What will it take to make you my Chevalier?"

In a flash she is straddling his hips. Kai tries to move away, but she tightens her grip with her thighs around him and pins him to the couch. She giggles and gets closer, her eyes shining even brighter. She licks his lips slowly, but he moves his head away before she can do anything else. "Is this what you want?" she asks suddenly, giggling as she moves her hips against his.

Kai gasps as the first signs of arousal flare up in him, accompained by disgust. What are you doing Kai? She killed Riku, she's after Saya! His hands try to pry her away, he has to, quickly.

"Oh no you don't." Diva says, pinning his arms above his head with her arms. "Even you can't deny me, perhaps because this new hairstyle reminds you of Saya-neesama." Her lips descend to his neck planting kiss over his pulse; licking, sucking, bitting. Kai can't help but moans, she giggles again. "You really like Saya-neesama, don't you?"

He can't help but moan as she sucks on a particular point behind his ear. "Saya" he moans. "Riku..." He hears Diva giggle again and he feels her cool hands slowly pushing his shirt up and over her head. His moans once again and grasps the couch until his knuckles turn white, as she slowly licks her way down his chest, her hands already opening the button of his trousers. Strangled moans erupt from his throat every second, but his eyes remain closed, he can't open them. This is wrong, so wrong. Riku...Saya...everyone...

His pants and underware are pushed down in one swift move, and then soft and cool hands grip him. Kai's back arches and he grips the couch so tightly he feels like it might rip, a short scream erupt from his mouth as Diva's hands move slowly over his cock. He's losing his mind, he shouldn't be doing this, he should kill Diva, but he can't, not now... "You look so very different from that day." he hears her voice from somewhere close as she straddles his hips once more. "You're more grown up, more mature. All the more wantable..."

Something is different this time as she straddles him, there's no clothes, just her bare skin. Kai's eyes snap open and he looks into her face- no, Riku's face and Saya's hair and lustful blue eyes, and then he's inside her and he trains in vain to push her off him. Diva sighs as she eases herself on him. "Mmmm..." she moans, pinning his arms over his head once more. "You feel better than him when you're inside me. So much better..." and she quickens her thrusts against him, her thighs tightening around his hips so hard that his sure he will have bruises. Kai moans loudly, but his eyes remain closed, he can't look at her; he can't.

He's so close, he can feel himself getting close to an unavoidable edge, but he holds back. Don't give yourself to her like this Kai, don't! But Diva has other plans, her pace is so quick he can hardly keep back, so he leans back and lets her do whatever she wants, his strength leaving him. And then she gives a lound moan, her back is arching and she grips him tightly inside her; and Kai can't hold back. Riku and Saya's faces flash before his eyes as he once again grips the couch tightly and a scream filled with pain and passion erupts from his throat, and he empties himself inside her.

When it's all over she's scrambles quickly of him and Kai stands up quickly, falling to the floor and scrambling around, clumsily trying to find his clothes. Tears stream from his eyes and he grips the necklace with Riku's blood. Diva giggles from a corner as she cleans herself off.

"So, handsome boy," she mutters with a smile "Will you be my Chevalier now?"

anon knows you'd have done it good! so much love to thee! <3 <3 <3

You're very welcome! :D

Now i've done my deed, now someone please gimme some Diva/Solomon, lol.

That is hot and disturbing. Totally IC. I love it.

I feel so pervy, thinking about the sexual exploits of fictional characters...but what the hell.

Karman/Moses. Because it's HOT and totally CANON. And le kink(s) shall involve virginity (...I don't think they taught them THAT in Khirbet...) and biting. Yes, biting.

Thanks!

Yay Blood+! I'm so glad I found this because omg cravings.

Mao/Akihiro, femmedom, bruising (on hips from hands, hickeys elsewhere), multiple orgasms. :D I would love anonymous long time if they fulfilled it.

Great job everyone! But lets keep the meme moving a long, I see a lot of requests but hardly any stories, so lets donate some! :)

It's dying! Come on people, don't let it die. Lets have fun! :D

I have added your ink meme to the kink meme masterlist!! Hopefully, this will give it a boost and get the people coming in!!!

Hope this helps!

and by ink, I totally meant kink!!! XD

George x Kai or George x Kai x Riku
Kink is obviously Incest

Solomon/Kaori

Kinks: Aristocracy(Solomon), AU (Lets pretend he met her before he died/he didn't die and went to back to Okinawa with the gang), Attention (Solomon -> Kaori), Beauty (Solomon)and perhaps Bodyguard, biting, and Bruises? *nods* That should be all.

^w^ Claiming this! I'm glad to see there is still some activity here. Give me a few hours and some orange soda and you should have yourself fic. =DD

A/N: Sadly still a work in progress, but still working on it now. Just giving you something since I promised. ^^

Making a mental note to himself, Soloman promised himself that he wouldn't make any mistakes this time. After all, there must have been something he missed. Taking a look at the setting around him, he realized that it felt really... plain. It felt like he had been dropped out of the sky into Oz or something to that effect. His taste was for the city; within buildings as tall as skyscrapers that had all the finer things in life to make his job easier. This commoner way of living was certainly... unique. But no, he told himself. He wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating this place and missing the thing he was looking for.

He had been rejected by Saya, even after having offered her everything she could have wanted. The important thing he wanted to find; what he wanted to know, was what she found so wonderful and irreplaceable about her commoner home and her boring family. There had to be something he was missing, he told himself, drawing his attention to everything around him very slowly.

The house wasn't even worth mentioning. How could it be called a house when it shared it's facilities with a restaurant? Now, perhaps if it had been several sizes larger, but at it's size, it was a disgrace. And yet he still found himself examining it to the very dirt road at it's entrance and the girl sitting on the steps out front. Wait... his eyes flitted back to the girl sitting on the steps, realizing that he almost passed right by her.

Compared to Saya... well, there really was no comparison. Unlike Saya, there weren't any truly outstanding features about this girl. So he thought he should look harder. This was, after all, one of the best friends of Saya's that she mentioned. There weren't many people she named, so he remembered this one and was able to recognize her fairly easily. If this girl was someone so special to Saya, there had to be something special about her.

She felt that intense, frightening feeling of being intensely watched, but she didn't want to say anything. After everyone returned from Okinawa, Saya began sleeping a lot more, but she still took the time to tell Kaori a lot of things. One of them being to tell her about Soloman and his proposal to her. At the time, Kaori hadn't been able to decide. After all, Saya was lucky enough to have both the stoic Haji and this supposedly charming man, both wanting of her affection. It felt kind of surreal to Kaori, who didn't understand the feeling at all.

But taking a quick glance at him, the question of 'What was Saya thinking, saying no to this guy?!' quickly came to mind. No, he was nothing like Haji. Well, maybe there were some resemblences. Both of them seemed comfortable in high society, but that didn't seem like a real reason to say they had similarities. While Haji appeared cold and aloof, to Kaori, Soloman appeared to radiate warmth and an almost angelic beauty. When her train of thought ended and he still didn't seem to stop staring, she blushed and decided to speak up. Not about that of course, but just... speak... to him.

Just the thought was a bit embarassing. “Hi!” She was a little shocked when her voice didn't come out all shaky like she had expected it to and eased up a bit, knowing that she could still act cool. He regarded this. This being her voice. He saw her flitting glance at him and thought he saw numerous signs of discomfort. So why didn't it show in her voice? It was so clear; so straightforward. It was honest; she obviously had nothing to hide.

Solomon took a few steps closer, inviting a comfortable distance between them for a conversation. He thought about sitting and then took another look at the dirty steps and thought otherwise. “Hello.” Kaori sighed. He even sounded refined; prince-like even. And it was a gorgeous sound, not the snobby sound you might expect to hear, but one with pride, dignity, power and obviously large amounts of money. “You are a friend of Saya's, are you not?”

“Heheh. Yeah, that's me! Kaori Nazuki, at your service!” She laughed lightly, hoping to sound at ease. His type liked girls who had a sense of humor, didn't they? Then again, she didn't want him really thinking she was the maid. Looking at herself and comparing herself to him, she thought she might look bland enough to be thought a maid. Now she cursed herself subconciously for the skirt she had thought was so cute just a few moments ago.

Considering this, he had to admit that there was something about her that wasn't as simple as he had originally thought, although he couldn't put his finger on it. He hadn't noticed it until she had started to speak though. To entertain his curious investigation, he decided he had too keep her talking by any means possible.

“I'm curious, really...” he said, bending over her slightly and looking her dead in the eyes. “...of what you think of me.” He knew the answer, so to speak. Or at least he could tell that she was enamored by his good looks. But he wanted a little more of an in-depth answer. Part of him wanted to know how her mind worked and if that something that made her special, was in her brain or her mouth. The wheels didn't really even turn before she answered.

“You're beautiful.” Complete sincerity, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. From his gorgeous eyes, to his refined look and probably even to the well-defined, God-like body he possessed. Then her brain processes kicked in a second later. “I mean! It's not a bad thing! Not at all! I don't want you to think I'm insulting you because handsome is usually the word you use to describe men but I said beautiful but not to say that you're feminine or anything, it's just what I thought-” She could carry on for quite a while, he mused, smirking at the funny torrent of words streaming out of her mouth.

Stopping her seemed like the proper thing to do, no? He didn't really need to give himself an excuse, and yet he did, on instinct. After all, it was just a kiss. Then again, he realized that he was the one who said he should not overlook things for the thought that they were too small. He wasn't, really. Noting that there was less of an assault of different flavors when he swept his tongue across her lips, he smiled. Nothing was out of control here.

Only, he was noting other things as well, observant in ways he hadn't been before. Solomon suddenly seemed to notice how open this whole meeting was, as he hovered over her, almost as if to block out everyone's view of her. He noted the way she reached up to hold his hand in place next to her neck and... wait, when did he put his hand there? Her eyes were cloudy; the shock that had first gripped her had vanished and now her eyes were hazy; slowly drifting closed.

OP LIKES THIS VERY MUCH!!! PLEASE CONTINUE!!!

Waiii~ I'm so happy you like it! TT^TT *tears of joy* Hopefully I shall have it done tomorrow! *beats school work down with a stick*

Lol, no worries! My birthday is Monday so this was a good present. ^__^

She never had control of the situation, and he was struggling to keep it. The longer he looked at her, the more he seemed to understand what it was that could make her the kind of friend that was suitable for Saya. And that was crazy, because he wasn't seeing anything that should make him think that, it was just kind of... coming out on it's own. Although, her skin was soft and fair, fitting of a high quality girl. But it was more than that. She made these really cute sounds; squeaks almost. That was her nervousness, and it was purely adorable. Where was he going with this?

He reached over and opened the door behind her. Pulling her close, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her inside, away from prying eyes. This person was his. Each beautiful sound, every look; they should all be directed at him. Finding them an isolated place was easier than he expected at this time, but then, the timing was strange, so they were probably still all adapting. Of course. Solomon wouldn't complain about something that was to his advantage. He wasn't in the mood for overcoming anything. The only thing he felt like doing was the girl in front of him.

Running his hands along her sides, eliciting a few soft gasps, he took back the earlier comment about her being ordinary. Her curves were excusite. Not too sharp, but nice and petite with curved hips. And she was squirming so cutely. Most of the time she wasn't even keeping her eyes open. Solomon smirked. Something would have to be done about that. Nibbling on her ear he uttered a command: "Look at me, and look only at me." It was said in such a way as to startle her warm chocolate colored orbs open. From there on, he was sure he could keep them open. "You wouldn't want to miss something good, would you?" he smirked, taking the buttons of her shirt and opening them one by one.

Her face instantly flushed a beautiful pink as she tried to hide her face from him out of embarassment, but his other hand was enough to hold her hands still. "Don't hide." He teasingly caressed her stomach and revelled in the cute way her stomach twitched when she quickly intook air at the erotic and ticklish sensation that sent chills all the way down to her toes. Letting go of her hands, he pulled her into his lap and slid her shirt of her shoulders, letting his fingers explore her back and shoulders, lightly scraping his nails over the skin, just enough to tickle and tease.

Solomon lowered his head to lick the base of her neck and then bight into the soft, voluptuous skin. Things that were beautiful were just asking to be taken. And if he couldn't have Saya, this girl was more than an equal match for his desires. After all, once he got her to open her eyes, he knew he had her full attention. Her eyes studied him hungrilly, almost worshipingly, as she nervously reached out to touch him, as if he would disappear if she got too close to touching him. But he was real, and his skin was so soft. Kaori hardly noticed the bites. Her mind wasn't considering the idea that they might still be there in the morning. That didn't matter. This was her chance in the arms of a beautiful man. She wouldn't back down like Saya.

He hadn't let down his guard. It was obvious that he was aware of everything she was doing. In more ways than one. Her movements were so tantalizing. So slow, too. With one fluid move he pushed up her skirt and reached between them to see if he was right about one more thing... Yes, she was more than ready, just as wanting. He could feel it through her underwear. They had to go, he reminded himself, reaching up, hands on her hips. Effortlessly, he lifted her, making her gasp, and slid her panties down until she could kick them off. Kaori blushed, fighting his advances to have her sit back on his lap.

Because she was well aware of her situation, and she didn't want to ruin his suit. Kaori didn't want to think how much the suit was worth. Solomon chuckled. "So cute." To ease her fears, he let her trembling hands start working on his clothes, standing awkwardly over him, bent slightly to get his pants of.

OP - *droooollsss*

^w^ I had to do a good job to make up for the time it took me to post it. XD Or at least that's what I was thinking.

I'm glad I was able to induce drooling. x3

OP: Oooh please post more!! <33

She was being slow and meticulous, and he wasn't sure why. The teasing little brushes of her fingers as they neatly worked to remove his pants were driving him crazy. And he knew he wasn't wrong -- she wanted it just as much as he did, so why the unnecissary care? When he looked up into her eyes, he found it: the immensely nervous look that spoke volumes. "Insecurity doesn't suit you, dear." He said softly, invitingly, drawing her in deeper -- into what she felt must be a fairytale. To prove his point, when the fastenings were released he stood up, kicked off his gorgeous (and just as expensive) shoes and then his pants in the same manner.

He knew people were aware of his refined air. It was something he made sure to make a point of. But not now. No, now he disliked the ideas of any kind of barriers between him and her. Although disbelieving, it looked like she got his message loud and clear, as she blushed and nodded, shuffling closer just a bit, like she was asking permission to escape the cold air in his warm embrace. Without question, he opened them for her, leading her back down onto the chair with him with a mischevious smile lighting his usual manner.

With a soft gasp, she fell against him, illiciting a small, airy chuckle from him. His hand came up to delicately brush the side of her neck, making a set path that his mouth quickly followed after. She continued to make these adorable mewing sounds, reaching out and entwining her fingers in his soft, silky hair, absentmindedly stroking his scalp and the back of his neck at the place where his hair stopped.

He sighed against her skin, pleased by her questing touches, but desiring her curiousity elsewhere. As he continued to nip along her jawline with incresing intensity, he reached up and gently took one of her hands from his hair and guiding it away, pressing it against his chest, prompting her to move faster. Though her face flushed, it didn't stop her from doing as he silently asked, tentatively sizing up his hiden muscles with astonishment. For someone as lean and handsome as he was, she could tell he was full of hidden strength, feeling them move beneath his skin.

"Keep going." He prodded, chuckling breathlessly into her ear. His hand began making another trail -- down her neck and over her shoulders, for his mouth to follow. Kaori couldn't say no to the velvety voice that rang in her ear, as her hands ghosted over his stomach, leaving lingering feeling against his skin, and rested them on his hips for a moment, looking down at him nervously. Tentatively, she wrapped her hand around it, gasping as she felt it, hot and pulsing, slightly tremble under her fingers.

In experiment she ran her hand up and down his impressive length twice: first incredibly slow, and then, with her growing courage, a little faster. Soloman's voice rumbled low in his throat and chest: a warm, powerful sound that Kaori liked. Making her goal to hear more of it, she continued experimenting, hoping to find every little thing that set this perfect man aflame.

( X_X I am soooo sorry for the wait. Life pwn'd me, but I'm back and I'm going to finish. Part five SHOULD be the last. |D;; )

Anne Hathaway finally got smart.
The "Devil Wears Prada" star has ditched her Italian rapscallion boyfriend after four years of suffering through his innumerable brushes with scandal and bad publicity, it was reported yesterday.
Hathaway finally decided to part ways with shady real-estate peddler Raffaello Follieri because of the effect his business dealings could have on her blooming career, the Daily Mail of London reported.
"It's heartbreaking for her to dump him, and she's devastated that it's come to this, but she really didn't have a choice. His scandals were hurting her reputation," the paper quoted an unnamed source close to Hathaway, who stars in "Get Smart," which opens Friday.
A source familiar with the situation told The Post, "Her dad has hired PIs and has been after her for a while to do it."
Hathaway's spokesman declined to comment on the report. Follieri was in Italy yesterday and could not be reached for comment. His spokeswoman did not return calls.
The split comes a little more than a week after The Post revealed that state Attorney General Andrew Cuomo was investigating Follieri's charitable foundation.
Hathaway had, until recently, sat on its board of directors.
The 29-year-old shyster was also arrested in April for allegedly kiting a $215,000 check to a New Jersey real-estate magnate. The charges were later dropped after Follieri made good on the rubber check.
He has also been sued by California supermarket mogul Ron Burkle in Delaware courts over a multimillion-dollar joint real-estate venture that went sour.
Burkle accused Follieri in a civil suit of misusing some $55 million from the venture, in which they planned to make money buying and reselling properties owned by the Catholic Church.
The money allegedly funded a lavish jet-set lifestyle that helped catch the eye of Hathaway. They started dating in 2005.
Follieri also recently battled in a Washington, DC, court with a PR firm that represented him during the Burkle entanglement.
He was ordered to pay nearly $240,000 to the Carmen Group after he was found in default last December.
He was also sued by a New Jersey private-jet service that claims Follieri's joint venture with Burkle - Follieri Yucaipa Investments LLC - failed to pay $458,852 in chartering costs for nine flights between September 2007 and January 2008.