Moonlit Tryst

A/N: Hey! Sorry for taking so long! :-S Hopefully you’ll enjoy this chapter…it’s full of…erm…stuff! ^^ hehe

PAIRING: Blue x ?

WARNING: This chapter contains a LEMON, so please turn back now if that sort of thing offends you!!

CH 6: The ‘Distraction’

Cher propped her chin on her fist and sighed, feeling like a complete and utter failure since she couldn’t concentrate on anything other than her encounter with Tsume. Although he had been an arrogant asshole, she couldn’t help but feel herself uncharacteristically drawn to him. There was something dark and mysterious about the man and it nauseated her to no end to realize that this very much intrigued her.

“Another late night?” Faith questioned from behind, thus startling the blonde back to reality.

Shakily removing her rose-tinted glasses from the bridge of her nose, Cher nodded before agreeing softly, “Yeah…I, uh…didn’t see you there, I guess. Have you been waiting long?”

“No, not really…Dr. O’Connor just wanted me to pass on the results from Mrs. Childress’ blood test” Faith admitted, shrugging her slender shoulders before sashaying over to her friend and placing the paperwork down on her desk. “It appears to be negative, so we were wrong about it being mono.”

Cher groaned, her head flopping back in disgust before she muttered in resentment, “We’ve been working on this woman’s case for five freaking weeks! Can’t we just go ahead and ship her off to Portland?”

“B-but I already told Mrs. Childress that you’re the best” Faith mumbled, appearing to be considerably hurt. “You wouldn’t seriously give up on her after all of this, would you?”

Cher sighed, releasing the kinks in her neck before returning resignedly, “No, I suppose not…tell Dr. Stoneman that I’d like him to run an MRI within the hour.”

Faith clasped her hands over her heart in absolute euphoria. “Oh, yes ma’am, Dr. DeGré! I’ll be right back!”

As Cher watched the girl dash off she couldn’t help but smile, yet it wasn’t because of the redhead’s impulsive nature. She was thinking of Tsume…

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“So why, exactly are we out in the middle of nowhere, again? I seem to have forgotten…”

Kiba regarded me with aggravated turquoise eyes, yet he amazingly said nothing in return. His silence agitated me far worse than any bout of solemnity ever could, so I truly feared that if he didn’t speak up again soon I’d snap.

“Kiba” I tried yet again, “please tell me what’s going on. You can’t just expect me to keep following you without any proper explanation!”

The dark-haired young man suddenly halted in mid-step, his eyes gazing far off into the distance before he returned earnestly, “If you can’t trust me, Blue, we’ll never be able to find Paradise. My instincts are telling me that it’s near…it’s so close that I can taste it.”

My mind briefly fantasized of what it would be like to share this taste with him in the most intimate of possible ways, yet just as soon as I had envisioned this it was already gone like a small burst of flame.

Oh, when would I finally give up on my ridiculous schoolgirl crush? It was absolutely pointless…

“Blue?”

I blinked, considerably surprised by Kiba’s gentle tone. “Um…yes?”

“It looks as though it might storm…perhaps we should seek shelter” he suggested, gazing upon the vast gray expanse of sky before frowning deeply. “In fact, it also looks as if we don’t have much of a choice as to where we can go into hiding. There’s a motel over there and a dilapidated old shack in-between those two apartment buildings, so go ahead and take your pick.”

I drooped. “You’re kidding, right?” When Kiba didn’t answer I sighed, deciding that I’d take my chances with the shack. “C’mon” I urged. “Let’s go.”

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The inside of the shack was a lot tidier than I had originally anticipated, yet the interior didn’t fail to contain several cobwebs and creatures of the arachnid persuasion (needless to say, I would much rather jump out of a 12 story building than have to live alongside them).

Kiba, however didn’t seem to mind the hairy beasts in the slightest, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air and brushed away a droplet of water from his brow. We had ironically been pelted by a tremendous downpour only moments before we set out for the stupid shack.

Squatting down so that he was now on his haunches, Kiba swept away the layer of dust and debris that had gathered along the wooden flooring before sitting himself down in contentment. “Feels like home” he mumbled, closing his eyes.

“Are you nuts?” I demanded, raising a delicate brow as I moved over to join him. “I don’t know what planet you came from, but here on Earth we prefer cleanly, pest-free spaces, not to mention dry ones!”

Kiba smiled. “Well if you’re so cold, why don’t you just take off your clothes?”

“What?” I squeaked, truly feeling as if I could fall over right then and there.

“Take off your clothes” he reiterated, clearly not understanding the whole absurdity of the suggestion. I mean, I’m a girl and he’s…well…a guy…dog…thing.

As if sensing my discomfort he suddenly stood and began to ease himself out of his jacket. “Don’t worry, Blue, I’ll do it, too” he assured me. “If we don’t, we very well may catch pneumonia.”

Watching on with wide eyes, I suddenly found myself witnessing my ultimate fantasy come to life, Kiba’s dark irises locking with my own as he turned his attention back toward the button to his pants and carefully shucked them down to around his ankles. As he did this I couldn’t help but blush, truly feeling as if I were watching something that my teenage eyes weren’t yet supposed to see. After all, the light shining in through the cracked window adjacent to Kiba’s slim form only accentuated the contours of his muscular torso and…well…let’s just say that he has quite the set of abs.

Finally relieving himself of his soaked T-shirt Kiba groaned and collapsed against the wall in relief. “God, it feels good to get out of that” he mumbled, briefly closing his eyes before glancing over in my general direction. “Blue” he began, considerably unnerved, “do you need any help? You’re still dressed.”

“I, erm…no” I assured him, my cheeks a fiery hue of scarlet as I anxiously stood up and tugged off my pink scarf with the hopes of proving that I wasn’t as chicken as I knew I was. With this finally gone I shakily began to unfasten the buttons that held my top and skirt together, my blue eyes carefully watching him before I turned toward the wall and shuddered amidst a sudden pang of fear. I felt so terribly ashamed, yet so deliciously aroused at the same time…

Releasing my hold on my outfit so that the fabric began to gradually expose my brown shoulders to Kiba’s ever-watchful gaze, I then kicked off my boots and wriggled free of my skirt before turning to face him once more.

“Kiba” I began, absolutely breathless, “I-I just wanted you to know that…well…I’m really glad that we’re here together. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather find Paradise with than you.”

The dark-haired young man smiled, then, his sultry gaze burning into my own as he pet the empty spot beside him as an indication for me to sit.

I immediately obeyed, my legs feeling useless and rubbery as I collapsed down alongside him and held my jacket close to my body for warmth. Of all the days I chose not to wear a bra…

“You’re soaked” Kiba observed, his brow furrowing with concern as he studied my sopping wet tendrils of coal-black hair and saturated flesh. “You need warmth.”

“No, I’m fine” I assured him, immediately waving him away. “Forgive me for saying so, but you really should just worry about yourself, alright?”

Kiba (being Kiba) ignored me, my heart nearly jumping straight into my throat the moment he tentatively leaned over and licked my cheek.

“Kiba” I gasped, trembling once he did it again, “what are you-?”

“I’m trying to clean and warm you” he returned, nuzzling my neck before dragging the fire of his tongue along my sensitive flesh and lapping up the freezing rainwater.

“Kiba” I whimpered yet again, closing my eyes as I nosed his cheek and buried my face deep within the security of his shoulder. “I…I love you…”

He froze in mid-lick, my heart sinking as he stiffened against my trembling form and immediately pushed me away. “Blue, we can’t” he whispered, his solemn eyes now leaving me with a dull and terrible ache within my soul. “Don’t you see?” he continued. “Cheza’s counting on us to find Paradise, so there can be absolutely no distractions along the way. Understand?”

“Yes” I whispered, bowing my head, “I understand…completely, in fact. I realize that I don’t find this to be off-putting at all, thus rendering it the complete opposite of a distraction.”

Kiba raised an eyebrow. “I…what?”

“Trust me, Kiba” I whispered, reaching out a hand and fondly cupping his cheek. “I find it to be even more of a distraction if I just go on ignoring how I feel about you, so please…let me show you how much I care.”

“But Blue, I-”

In one full swoop of untamed desire I cut him off with the warm satin of my lips, the sensation of his bare arms gently pushing my jacket down past my shoulders leaving me both breathless and light-headed.

My heart racing, I whimpered into Kiba's open mouth as my quivering arms gingerly wrapped around his neck, the tremendous pounding of my pulse sending several bursts of untamed heat to only further accentuate the youthful flush of my cheeks.

Unlike before, I actually felt kind of timid with my actions, my lips now breaking away from his own before fanning out along the expanse of his cheek and pausing at the soft hollow of his ear. “I’m so sorry for doing this to you, Kiba" I whispered, my warm breath now caressing his skin as I buried my face deep within the crook of his neck and sighed. "I know we shouldn't, but...I don't think I want to stop."

Kiba’s left hand slid away from the small of my back and began making its way up in a tantalizing trail over my spine, his voice husky and full of lust as he breathily returned, "Don't worry, Blue...I don’t think I can stop..."

With these words, he smoothed his hand along the length of my calf, up and up until he met the back of my knee. Until now, this craving of mine had been taking up my every thought, my every fantasy, so at this very moment I found that I just wanted him to take from me what he so desired.

As if seeming to read my mind, Kiba gently pulled me into his arms, only to forcefully lead me to sit atop his lap with my legs on either side of his yearning body. His protective embrace came about me once more and he claimed my mouth hungrily with his own in yet another bruising kiss that trailed all the way down to her neck.
With this unexpected action, he pulled me harder against him, pressing my hips firmly against the prominent bulge in his boxers to only reaffirm just how much he needed me.

In accordance with this sudden act I released a barely audible gasp, my eyes briefly closing as I weaved my fingers through his shaggy brown hair and breathlessly arched up against him. The sensations that I received from just his touch alone left my thoughts muddled and irrational, the foreign ache pulsing within my womb causing me to be both frightened and light-headed as I tentatively allowed my hands to stray down the front of his well-carved torso.

Lowering my lashes to mask the passion burning deeply back at him within my cerulean eyes, I pushed away all apprehension and claimed Kiba's mouth feverishly with my own, the fire of my tongue lightly caressing his lips with the hopes of him allowing me entrance as I steadily rocked my hips a top his own.
Groaning into my open mouth, Kiba eagerly lavished my tongue with his own before pressing me even more strongly against his pulsing erection. Within the next second he had me lying on the wooden floor beneath him, his hand now teasing the length of my leg all the way up to my inner thigh. Kiba's slender fingers almost hesitantly moved even further upward, stopping only to caress the soft, silky flesh of the junction just beside my throbbing womanhood.

Biting back a soft moan as I felt his gifted appendages stroke my sensitive skin, my bosom subconsciously jerked outward as I wriggled about and mentally pleaded with him to touch me.

When Kiba's sudden bout of apprehension kept him frozen in place, I pulled him against me amidst my sudden frustration and pointedly wrapped my legs about his waist. As we locked eyes I found myself gazing back into a pair of turquoise orbs that had been considerably darkened by lust, my own breathing becoming shallow as I felt myself being nailed in place by his damnable stare. It made me feel weak...vulnerable...

Kiba, considerably provoked by my insatiable need, never took his eyes away from mine while he placed his lips to the crook of my neck and threaded his fingers through my panties and slowly brought them down to my knees. Despite his painfully slow movements, he looked as though he were ready to pound me into unconscious oblivion.

Somewhere down the line, he couldn't get my panties completely off and ended up ripping the tattered fabric straight from my body. I blushed amidst my astonishment, not quite comprehending his need until that very moment as he marveled at my nakedness.

Before I could even touch him he gathered me up in his arms and kissed me again, yet this time with a savage and ferocious lust that had my head spinning.

Whimpering amidst our heated kiss, I felt my heart thrumming wildly within my bosom as Kiba's right hand brushed over one of my hardened nipples. Biting back a pitiful whine, I bowed into him as his lips fell to the crook of my neck, my soft pants only further arousing him as I dared to caress the deliciously firm contours of his back.

Kissing along the expanse of Kiba's neck, I finally allowed myself the pleasure of nipping and licking at his toned torso, yet as soon as I reached the hem of his boxers I faltered in embarrassment. I had never actually done this with a man before and I prayed that it didn't show...

Barely even noticing the sudden apprehension on my face, Kiba rose from off the floor in order to rid himself of his undergarments before faithfully returning to my side. Even he seemed to be apprehensive this time as he brought me close to his soft nude form.

This time when he went to kiss me, he stopped and noticed what he could only decipher as doubt in my eyes.

"What's wrong, Blue?" he asked, his tone so soft and sweet that it made me want to cry.
Blushing, I suddenly felt as if my legs had turned to rubber as I returned in embarrassment, "I've never actually done this before, Kiba...I-I don't know how to please a man."

Kiba had been gently spooning my body when I made this startling confession, his eyes clearing reflecting his surprise before a warm and gentle smile made its way across his lips. "Shh" he urged, now lying me flat on the floor, “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

With that blessed assurance he lifted my right leg and put it on the other side of his hips, only to lower himself down and edge his aching desire up along my inner thigh.

Gritting my teeth as he carefully rocked his hips forward, I released a pitiful whimper as he penetrated me to a third of his physical ability. The sensation of my fleshy walls parting in order to encompass his entire girth made me gasp, a fierce growl wrenching its way from his lips as he dug his nails deep into my shoulders and breathily asked me if I was okay.

I somehow managed to nod in return, but there were tears in her eyes because it hurt…oh, God, how it hurt…
Keeping my hands fiercely dug into his backside, I shimmied my hips and beckoned him to go deeper with the hopes of that easing the pain.

Biting his tongue, Kiba obeyed me and sheathed himself completely to the hilt, a strangled growl escaping his lips as I panted beneath him and bowed into his chest, my teeth now clamping down on his shoulder as I struggled to ride him for all I was worth.

Kiba winced at this before he claimed my soft mouth with his, his hips hammering almost painfully against my own as I awkwardly tried to meet with his agonizingly delicious thrusts.
With a strangled gasp, Kiba exploded within me before collapsing atop my heaving bosom, the hauntingly soothing look within his eyes easing me into mindless bliss as he wearily disengaged himself from my body and rested his face against the crook of my neck.

Gently stroking the scruffy locks of his hair in between my fingers, I then told him that I loved him just as before. This time, however, I allowed a warm smile come to my lips as Kiba gently threaded his fingers through my own and pulled me close.

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Tsume grumbled to himself as he continued to trudge umbrella-less through the pouring rain, several droplets of water rolling down his neck and sending unbridled chills rushing to his spine as the unfortunate result. Cursing, the silver-haired young man finally chose to stand beneath an awning in front of one of the many shops that peppered the street.

As he rubbed his arms to keep warm, a feminine figure emerged from over the horizon, a purple umbrella staving off the rain and keeping her form pleasingly dry. As she drew closer, however, Tsume released a tremendously audible groan. “Not you, again…”

The blonde figure stiffened due to being addressed in such a rude manner, her blue eyes narrowing as she returned tartly, “I might very well say the same to you, Mr. Himoto…you aren’t exactly on my list of the most pleasing men of New York.”

“Why, Miss DeGre, I do believe I’m crushed” Tsume belligerently mocked, his tawny-colored eyes gleaming oddly within the moonlight as he dared to draw nearer. “As cruel as I’m behaving, I was actually hoping you’d join me for a drink at the bar just down the street.”

“I don’t drink” Cher lied, her cauliflower blue irises hardening as she turned to make her leave. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got much more important things to be doing…like getting away from you.”

Making sure to put more emphasis into her swagger, the blonde haughtily moved to pass him just as Tsume’s right hand grasped tightly at her wrist.

“Let me go!” Cher hissed, trying her best to yank herself free, “I’ll have you know that I’m not afraid to call the cops!”

Tsume grinned. “Well is that any way to repay the man who rescued you from certain death? As I recall, you owe me big time.”

Sighing, Cher finally managed to wrench herself free, but not before she wearily demanded, “And if I’m to go out with you, will this be the end of it? I can actually go on my merry way and never have to see you again?”

“Well sure, if that’s what you really want” Tsume agreed cockily.

Cher couldn’t help but smirk as well, her eyes laughing as she returned, “Very well, Mr. Himoto…let’s get this over with.”


A/N: Wow! I can NOT believe that I actually got this chapter up! I apologize, but my writer’s block was just biting me in the bum and I couldn’t do a darn thing about it. :-/ This chapter has been, believe it or not, half-written for as long as I can remember.

I’m glad that a lot of you like the whole Cher/Tsume relationship, because I do, too. They were two of my favorite characters in the show, so I thought it’d be cool to put them together, even though Cher IS technically not the Cher from the series. Anywhos, I mainly think I didn’t update because I didn’t get all that many reviews, but that’s ok. If you think I should still continue since it’s been so long, please tell me so!

And just so you know, the Cher x Darcia fic is still in the works, too – the second chapter is well on the way. :)