Groove Adventure Rave Fan Fiction ❯ Lucia's Obsession ❯ Kitty in Trouble ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I don't own Lucia, Sieg or Warheit but I do own this plot and thanks to Balmung who keeps giving me ideas on yaoi pairings all that have to be a Sieg in it! but I do own the word 'FLABBERSTAGGED'!!!!!!!!!

umi: o_O is this for real!?

secylia: umi…. you just copy them from Melz's Playing with the Phoenix!!

umi: <_< as if she didn't copy hers from Enkidu!

secylia: oh well... I just hope that Melz isn't around to read this!!

umi: oh don't worry! I'm gonna post this in FF.Net, AFF.Net and MediaMiner.Org!!!

secylia: oh boy....... okay!

umi: uh... HartXWarheit I mean and yeah, Sieg Warheit is the sexy red head of Chaos Legion but what can I do? Balmung put me into this kind of ideas that I wanna post stories all about her four Siegs...!! hope you like this one Balmung since I tried my best to put Lucia into the Kitty-Cat kind of thing since I always thought of Lucia as a cat!!

secylia: It's ME!!!!!!

umi: whatever....

Original Plotline: Ryu_Blader aka Melz

Words: um... I dunno... I can't get contacts with Melz and besides, don't worry people! I tried my best to put my originality in it!!

Summary: Lucia wants Sieg! Lucia wants Sieg badly! Lucia wants Sieg so badly that he becomes… what did he do? well, read on to find out!!

Pairing: Lucia and Sieg of course!! and some hints of Blue Sieg and Red Sieg...

Warning: SEXUAL INSANITY OF LUCIA!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways, yeah, a lot of yaoi and a totally flabberstagged Lucia!! and yaoi if you are still that stupid enough to not know it.... -.-.... and a very very VERY naughty Lucia =P

secylia: as if Lucia was never naughty…

Lucia: AND ONE DARN CAT HERE NAMED LUCY!!!

Warheit = the cute read head of Chaos Legion

Friedie boy = Sieg Fried of Soul Calibur, right Balmung???

Kasumi brat = Kasumi Sieg Tomonori…. Er… I don't know! All I know is that he's from one of dotHacks… er, is that right, Balmung?

umi: ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

|-Lucia's POV-|

I never come off to anyone this strange. I mean, I know my ambition is quite strange. Not many guys around my age in the world have weird ideas about destroying the world. It makes me appear as well like a weirdo or you know, abnormal? If anyone doesn't know me, The Blond Devil, I'm sure every people around the town will think that I'm just an ordinary boy-next-door or a total flirt for the girls, well, except for Elie that is... I'm pretty sure if people especially the girls who are giggly and for some bizarre reasons know what I truly am, they would avoid me at all cost. Yep, avoid me alright, especially that slutty Lilith though I know for some reason that instead of hating and avoiding me, those crazy fan gilrs of mine will still keep following me like they are my lap dogs...

All that is beside the point, I just kinda get off topic when I'm pretty nervous. The reason for this is standing a couple feet away from me, leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on a mug of rich, brewed black coffee. Has anyone any ever realized how this guy drinks his coffee? This guy, of course, being Sieg Hart the Guardian of Time. He grips the mug tightly with one hand on the handle, holding it with those strong yet delicate hands. Yes, his hands can be strong and delicate when he can casts or throw one bundle of thunder at you with just one move like Zeus and his thunderbolts... This guy is effeminate yet masculine. Scary yet caring. Dangerous yet innocent.

Back to his coffee drinking. It's just the way that he slowly brings the mug to his lips, dipping his heads partially back to let the warm, rich liquid pour into his throat where I would love to bite. It's so sensual. Well, everything he does just says 'sex Sex SEx SEX'. He tips his head forward again, gently placing the mug on the table, and here's the part that always turned me on. He swipes his tongue out in a fluid motion, running against his upper lip then sliding it over his bottom as well, like a contented cat who feasted hungrily on a bird though if you ask me, I'll say I'm the cat and he's the bird for he hates cat a lot! Wonder how he gets use to hang around me... Back to his sensuality! The whole process takes about 3 seconds to complete, but to me, it plays in slow motion and for those few seconds, I'm completely frozen, eyes glued to what could be deemed the 8th wonder of the world.

As you can tell, I'm slightly obsessed, ok, maybe not so slightly, I like him a lot especially when he always where that black skin tight shirt of his every Friday and Saturday night with me and Warheit. You would be too when you share the same air with Sieg. I guess, everyone is wondering what an 'innocent' boy like me is doing lusting over someone like him. Even if you are straight, one glance and you're into him, and it really works, if you look at how our look over Sieg. Julius like him plainly because of his 'beautiness' though I admit its true. Warheit? I don't know... maybe we both just got the main motive: sexiness. We are completely different except for the fact that we are every fan girls favorite including Warheit, I barely know him but I know he knows a lot about me, since he is a guardian of time and you won't know whether he knows everyone's thoughts and all I can tell you right now is what in my mind. He's.... hot like the element fire he use and as hot like Shuda's flare.

Well, there is the physical factor. It's hard not to see how incredibly hot he is. His body is slim, borderline skinny but masculine (please add sexy in it too!). His arms and legs are wiry and powerful, the outlines of his veins visible on the tight skin. His skin is pale, pure white, unlike mine, which has a slight tan in it because all of those walking in Symphonia just to pay a visit to that damn Rave Master. It was completely flawless. I've felt it in brief moment in the past, lightly grazing my fingers over it as we brushed up against each other, wait, those are in my dreams... Warheit will kill me if it really kills me! Though I admit his skin is soft and silky as it looks, almost like a white rich creamy sensation. I've often wondered what it would taste like, my mind producing the idea that it would taste like sweet milk coffee or white chocolate. I haven't even gotten to his hair yet! I've never felt anything more soft in my life. Its down and tied with the most beautiful blue like the sky above. Hm... never been this poetic before... must be one of his sex charm spells again... Well, his exotic or more like erotic to me kind of appeal is further maximized by his violet or blue eyes, ranging from a torrential violet into the clearest sky blue depending on his mood.

The reason for my deep seeded attraction goes so much more than his body. Ever take one look at a person and just feel so right, so good, so complete. That's how it is every time I look on him. Even when he was terrorizing my men and being an evil jerk toward his foes, I couldn't bring myself to hate him or want to hurt him. The only thing I wanted to do was comfort him, put my arms around his neck and give him a warm hug, never parting from those strong arms. He was just a tortured soul, lost and confuse, given the a heavy task of protecting the time.

He has a good pure heart only his friends can see and I am one of those. Yes, I am his friend, too! the three of us have been living alone since Balmung got her own job to take care of, Friedie boy got a job too for himself and Kasumi brat is just too annoying to stay with us because every girl I flirt with, he steals them all away leaving poor Lucia here dealing with his damn and trouble making cat, Lucy. I see this young child in him, scared and alone, crying out for love. I wanted to give it to him. I wanted to comfort him and tell him how much I cared, making him feel like the special person he is. However, I was afraid. Yes, you heard me right, the great Blond Devil who terrorizes the world is afraid by a mere but very hot and sexy Element Master. My fear diminishes the more I get to know him though we only lived together one year... It's just that the way he's actually quite polite, very kind, says the most unbelievably nive things at just the right moment. I just want to glomp him and go 'aww'!!

It's at this moment, I suddenly remember I wasn't alone, or at least I wasn't. I glance around, knowing Sieg should be in the same room, sipping his coffee, but at some point during my inner monologue, which should be named 'Unnecessarily useless lists why I'm crazy about a hot, ruthless yet sexy and lovable bastard', he had walked out. I mildly wonder if I had been staring like some drooling animal, eyes blank and hands just twitching to touch that delicious body. Then I sigh at disappointment, afraid that he had decided to go somewhere since Warheit isn't around to entertain him.

I often wonder if about their relationship whether they are really on. That's easy to see with the amount of fights they get into, their savagely rough treatment with each other and those dirty talks they always give each other just to piss one another. They're not, and this is hard for me say it since they usually fuck each other around when one of them is bored out especially every Friday night for it is very obvious coz you can hear them in the middle of night. I've always been squeamish of that word, but that's beside the point. Warheit would have definitely told me. He tells me all grueling details concerning anything and everything sexual though I know a lot. From what I gather, although he was very eager to...fuck...Sieg at moment's notice, he is very aware of my own attraction to him. Yes, you heard me right. Warheit did something 'nice'. Another misconception Friedie boy has. Sure, Warheit's not the image of innocent and kindness but an image of hotness and sexiness but he's not cruel, inhuman, abusive bastard everyone think he is. Well, okay he's not those tings to me. He's more like an evil annoying red headed brother but he means well. He often teases me with my 'obsession' with Sieg but me for some bizarre reason, trust that he hasn't told Hot Sexy Time Boy about the said 'obsession'. I'm beginning to wonder whether I'm the crazy one around here except for the fact of the 'destroy-the-world' routine.

Once again, I have complete diverted myself from my principle thought and have forgotten the point, which is I am bereft of Sieg. I pout to absolutely no one in the room and stand up sourly, intent on taking a nap and entertaining myself with a replay of a Hot Time Boy drinking coffee, followed by his dances in the club every Friday to Saturday night, and a side of him eating an apple (very delicious, I promise you!). I must have a million of memories of all these little things he does that he had no idea how incredibly sexy.

I stop short on my way to my bedroom via living room and spot something to add to my list of sexy Sieg Hart things. I find him dead asleep on the couch, laying on his back, his feet propped up on the arm of the couch and one hand gingerly hanging down. It is, dare I say, the most adorable things I've seen. I can't help but approach him, in a favour of wanting to get a closer look at this interesting turn of events. I have never seen Sieg sleep in all time except for nights in all time I've known him.

His lips are parted just slightly, letting out soft breaths as he is lost within whatever dreams floating around his mind. I know he's dreaming. I could see his eyelids twitching just barely, and it intrigues me. I can't help but hope I'm the one he's thinking about. I lean in just the slightest closer, wondering if he's really is in a deep sleep, or if he'll snap awake with any sudden movement, well, everyone knows he's very sensitive and he can feel anything that is 10 feet away from him even if you tried your best to be unnoticable! I wave my hand in front of his eyes, testing the water, making sure he isn't about to snap awake and demand why am I studying him like a lab specimen.

He makes no movement, not even the slightest shifting around. He must be really tired. I want to go 'awww' again! I can't possibly imagine what's keeping him up for so long. I slowly approach him, suddenly aware that I'm standing next to him as if by bizarre trance! Just something about the warmth and feel of his body. My skin just tingles at that thought. I remember that rare occurrence where he actually hugged me to thank me for, I believe, making him some dinner since Warheit is out and not coming home til the next week and yes people! I CAN COOK!!! There is also this one when he brought me to this club where he and Warheit sometimes go to before Balmung open up hers, something called Wayland or something, then suddenly he threw his arms around me, pressing his body close against mine like the way he always did whenever he went clubbing especially when he put up with his 'flirting' attitude and told me something in a husky voice of him. Needless to say, I was instantly aroused and found myself moaning (not so loud to be heard of course..) then quickly backed away before I started to desperately rub against him but I knew very well that he heard my moan since he does saw my flushed face back then...

I snap out of the sweet memory an I stare at his lips. I'm drawn to them. They look so soft, so supple, slightly open, the slightest breathing noises coming from it. I suddenly want to press my own to them again. I lean in close, yet again, dangerously close. I study its colours, only a shade softer than his pale , with a hint of pale pink. They look so delicate, opened barely in invitation, calling me to just steal one kiss from him. Would it really hurt? I stop myself before I even do anything. I could wake him up. I mean, sure, he looks dead at the moment, but what if he wakes up to find me kissing him. Will he be disgusted? Will he push me away? Will he hurt me? Darn… I really need to find a mental doctor now!! I'm being poetic again…

Why am I thinking about this? Many horrible things have come as a result of over analyzing the situation, which I appear to be doing at the moment. So, just kiss him, you idiot. What would he taste like? That interesting blend of coffee and fruits? Only one way to find out, right? Before I can stop myself, I'm leaning in all the way, my eyes close, my own lips parted. I'm so close I can feel his warm breath tickling my skin. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, drawing me closer. I move towards the heat, unable to resist. My mind is so hazy, I can barely register what I am doing. My thought patterns always deter whenever I'm around him, and I find himself unable to think straight. Then again, how straight can gay guys think? Besides, Sieg is a bi… not a gay…

All thought has officially fled my mind as I inch towards him, my lips making just the slightest contact over his. It's a mere brush of our mouths, but I feel a jolt of electricity strike every nerve in my body. I reluctantly pull away, unable to kiss him harder, lest I wake him up and have to explain what I'm doing. Yeah, that'll go really well. 'What the hell are you doing, Lucia?' 'Uh...I tripped and landed on your lips?' I sigh and pull away quickly, my lips tingling delightedly from the small kiss. I resist the urge to grin stupidly, but I know my body is far ahead of me, and all the blood is rushing from my head downward.

I take a few minutes to stand their awkwardly, unfamiliar with what I'm supposed to do now. It's not every day I kiss a cold, cuth-less bastard while he's asleep though I love stealing kisses of those clueless teenagers especially the un-kissed one who doesn't even know who I really am. I realize he's still quite unguarded and very unaware, so I take my time to engage in one of my favorite hobbies: staring motionlessly at Sieg's body and drooling over said body, then going up to bed and fantasizing about said body, finishing off with well...I'm still a teenage boy, you figure it out. Like I said, I'm not as innocent as people think I am, in fact, I've never been innocent at all! Look at my record in Mega Unit please if you don't understand. My eyes slowly rake over his figure, drinking in every inch of his body with greed. How could anyone be so perfect looking? Models, actors, even porn starts pay millions of dollars to look like this, and he was just born this way. My gaze is fixated on the bottom of his shirt. His shirt has been lifted, inches of silky pale skin exposed for my gawking.

My fingers develop this strange itch. They want to stroke that exposed part of his chest, see if it's really as smooth as the rest of his body. Well, I already kissed him. Why not grope him in his sleep, as well? I think I need to get more sleep. My mind is starting to make me act strangely. Perhaps it's just teenage hormones, lack of a love/sex life, and stress. I shake my head out of those unusual thoughts, but it's hard to ignore that bizarre urge to touch him. Not only touch him but feel him, caress him, pet him… wait, he was the one who supposedly have to pet me… not me petting him! Wait… oh dear… I really have lost it….

Knowing myself, I won't be able to sleep or function normally until I have gotten it out of my system, so I reach over slowly, my fingers shaking from what I'm about to do. I tentatively run my fingertips over his skin, delighting in how smooth it is. It has that feel of creamy vanilla pudding, but not as sticky. I really should stop comparing every part of his body to food. It's making me hungry. I know I should pull my fingers away now rather than running them in the slow, circular motion I seem to be doing at the moment. I can't help it. I'm so addicted to him, and I love the way his skin feels. He should do commercials for cosmetic products, but then again, I don't want to share him with the world of brain dead, giggling girls and fashion-conscious men. Instead, he always go to clubs with Warheit, sometimes with me too to Balmung's club/bar around downtown just to show off himself in front of the dance floor and every time when we're coming home, he and Warheit will always end up in bed together in the least situation I would love to say then waking up totally late, about, noon? Alright, back to the adoration thingie…

I sigh in disappointment, realizing this touching him in his sleep has gone on long enough. I decide to pull my fingers away when, to my wonderful misfortune. My damn cat Lucy is there, resting beside his head, staring awkwardly with the expression `i-know-what-you've-done-you-naughty-brat!! I quickly start to stand up and unluckier for me, my legs are all damn numb! Trying my best to stand up and run, I only found myself ending with another cramp and suddenly, I remember Warheit's words about `furry' animals…

I was standing there at the living room stroking Lucy's head, imagining that it was Sieg then suddenly, Warheit ran into the living room, then, looking around then seeing Lucy right in front of him since she quickly walked over Warheit, mind you, that cat love him tough Warheit hated her because of the fur thingie... as usual… then he told me, "I think you better take that cat out of my sight or out of this house before I run nuts about this darn cat!!" hell, was it my fault that I love cats? I know that Lucy heard it because she quickly tilted her head sideway, twitching her ear as if she's telling us that she's hurt. Warheit may not understand any cats feelings but I can! Maybe that is the reason why Sieg keeps calling me Koneko or Neko-Jin or sometime, what I love the most, Kitty. Aside from what Warheit told me, well, that is just the first part of the sentence coz that is the threat, not the reason!! I guess its harder to know the reason than the threat since I've been persuading and tailing him just to tell me why he hated furry animals aside from he's allergic to them and unluckily, ever since I've heard his words, I quickly thought about the fact that if he's family is related to fortune tellers or if its just me…

"Sometimes, when you see some animals especially cats near by you, it means that there will be trouble coming especially when that cat is black!"

okay… so that is about cats and not about the `I-hate-fur' one but hey! It does give off a good reason too you know but… maybe he hate cats a lot because it might bring him bad luck though whenever Arcia is around, he already have enough trouble if you ask me…

Okay, enough with that flashback thing with my darn cat staring at me with that same fucked expression!! Back to the present, shall we?

I resist the urge to groan since my leg hurt more because of the darn cramp for fear of waking him up! Wish that I didn't choose this kind of sitting position! Can some cat help me around here!? There absolutely knows reasonable explanation for this. I wouldn't even be able to think of what to say like, 'Hey, sorry Sieg. I was just sexually harassing you in your sleep when suddenly I got this darn cramp and my cat keeps staring at me with a `I-know-what-you've-done-you-naughty-brat' kind of expression and my hormones rushing in that makes me staring at you like a lap dog. Oh, please don't take that wrong way.' Yep, to quote Warheit, 'I'm officially fucked.' Well, not that kind of fucked way of course….

I take a deep breath, trying to relax and calm myself down. Maybe if I just twist my left leg around here to try and ease the cramp… OUCH!! Maybe not…. Hurt too much…. What hurts more is that my mind keeps thinking things that I hate to admit but keeps turning me on and very VERY hard… Maybe I just said far too many things in the last few seconds. While I once again got completely lost in my inner monologue, Sieg decides to turn over on his side with a soft groan, my hand caught underneath his body. I believe the metaphorical poop has hit the metaphorical fan. This is gonna be a bad day if he really wakes up or if Warheit return from his daily routine which is something I forsake myself to know…

A soft, pathetic whimper leaves the back of my throat when I twist my other leg, and I'm mildly surprised he hasn't woken up yet. Now, I'm definitely panicking, praying he doesn't wake up to find my hand on his body, completely under his thigh... I don't know what to do! Oh god… this is totally the first time I don't know what to do… the great Lucia Rareglove doesn't know what to do in maybe the moment before his life is gonna end if Sieg wakes up? Hell, my mind is spinning too fast, and I'm desperately finding some sort of solution. The room is spinning now, I can barely think! Except for those naughty ones… and I'm afraid I'm going to faint! I take another breath to calm myself, well, I tried! And hey! It works! Well, I didn't even know that right now I was hoping, no praying that Sieg is asleep enough that I can pull my hand out in one quick motion. It would wake him up maybe but if I do it one quick motion... no… that's worst…he really WOULD wake up… I really am so officially fucked up…

I mentally and physically prepare myself to pull my hand away when soft murmurs fall from his lip, and he shifts around, looking quite uncomfortable. Once again, my mind shuts down, and I resist the urge to go 'aww' really loudly. He looks so adorable and so childlike in the meantime, being so damn hot and sexy! My head is tilted, watching him in rapt fascination, my body frozen, my eyes glued to his frame. He's still breathing at the same gentle pace, looking quite peaceful. I'm so afraid to jar him awake. It seems as if he needs this nice nap. I sigh deeply, keeping my hand where it is for the time being as my eyes drift on their own volition, stopping at the few inches of skin between his shirt and his pants where his well-sculpted abs peek through. I have to admit, that's one of my more favorite parts of his body. Well, its not usual that you've seen a sleeping Sieg in a position like this with an adorable… maybe not so adorable cat beside him and a totally officially mind-fucked me in front of the couch staring at him like I'm his lap dog wagging his tail!!

So, I, like the currently brain dead idiot I am, decide to reach out and run my hand over his abs, feeling the rock hard, tight skin. It feels so good, so unbelievably yummy. I want to nibble on him, but I know THAT is definitely out of the question. Then again, I've been doing a lot of really uncharacteristic things today. My hand is still roaming over his abs amusedly, feeling the tough yet still creamy skin. I can't help continuing to caress him, knowing he could awake up any second, but the thrill is calling out to me. I don't believe I've ever done anything this exciting in my life before except one time when I nearly jumped off a cliff… and don't ask the reason why before I kill you!

Distracted by my thoughts, my hand is unconsciously drifting lower, my fingers lightly grazing under the waistband of his pants. My curiosity is piqued. I've never seen him naked, although I have fantasized about it several times. I've always wondered what everything below his waist looked like. I even wondered how big and how long 'it' was. Of course, my mind is quite generous in supplying him with a very nice shape. I just want to confirm my suspicions.

I try to stop myself, I really do, but my hand doesn't listen. It just moves lower, briefly registering Sieg's expensive silk boxers. I bite my lower lip, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I move lower, my fingers brushing over his still completely smooth skin, wondering if he shaved the hair that should be there, or if he just never had any to begin with... I quickly shook my head trying to pry the image right now that is flying around my head that looks like me sucking… oh forget it… I don't contemplate this any further because I'm simply not thinking logically. Here I am, one hand underneath his thigh, the other one far down his pants, and he could wake up any second. Do I stop? Nope.

My fingers lightly brush over his length, feeling it just barely. I freeze in shock as a soft moan falls from his lips, and he shifts around, his body pressing up against my fingers. Is he enjoying this? I can't tell. But heck, he enjoys anything hat is related to the word `sex'! and just make sure that you're presentable or you're Warheit before he beat you to a pulp with that scary Altealice of his… um… back to the present? Right…. His face is still completely peaceful and far into his sleep. I continue with my pursuit, gently moving my hand up and down, stroking his shaft, watching it come to life and harden underneath my fingers. Another moan erupts from his slumbering body, but he shows no signs of waking. I debate whether to stop or continue, knowing I couldn't really pull away if I wanted to. So, with a deep breath, I continue to rub him delicately, trying to bring him pleasure, hoping he's enjoying this even if he his asleep and probably dreaming about someone else.

He shifts again, squirming around, trying to move towards my fingers, his body communicating his need for more contact. I swallow the giant lump in my throat and pull my fingers out momentarily to slowly undo his button and pull down his zipper to free the definite arousal that has developed from my ministrations. I am suddenly confronted with the fact of that I'm about to, and I'm also squeamish about saying this, jack off the former murderous sexy time flirter who I am deeply attracted to, who tried to kill me and my minions back then, and who is currently asleep right in front of me. I have officially lost whatever sanity I possessed.

I chew the heck out of my lower lip, wearing it out as my eyes are fixated on his erection, feeling one of my own start to develop in my pants. My mouth is dry as I realize my dreams didn't exactly do him justice, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that, well, HIM inside of me. I shrug off these thoughts, focusing on the personal task at hand as once again, my fingers are lightly stroking him, eliciting another sweet moan from his lips. He doesn't resist nor does he stir. He definitely likes this. I mentally congratulate myself and speed up my strokes, feeling him twitch in my hand. Oh come on! He's not in a `hormony-trouble' anymore!

He's breathing harder now, his hips bucking towards my hand as I gently wrap my fingers around his pulsating organ, shifting my eyes from it to his face repeatedly, praying he doesn't awaken any time soon. He doesn't appear to be anywhere close to waking up, anyways. Sure, he's squirming a bit, but then again, he looks to be caught in rapture, his fingers tightening around the couch cushion as he starts rubbing back against my hand while groaning barely audibly. I am more than willing to continue, ignoring my own tight pants for the sake of providing him with optimum pleasure. I find myself jerking him, pumping him firmly, letting the delightful purring and moaning sounds encourage me onwards. My thumb is swirling slowly over the tip, my eyes locked on his face, noting every little facial expression he makes, deciding those are going on my list of sexy Sieg things. Not like we got lot of Siegs around….

His body is twisting and tensing up as he squeezes the couch cushion beneath his fingers. I'm watching him intently, caught in between mind numbing fear and my own blissful desire. Gods, he looks so beautiful when he's panting and wiggling around, very close to release. It urges me to keep going. It's not like I have a choice now, and I can't leave him unsatisfied. I'm stroking him harder, finding my own breathing becoming labored as I roughly jerk him, losing the last whispers of control that I had. His brows knit, and his body stiffens as he finally comes into my hand with a startled cry, his fingers clutching the couch. He then shudders, feeling what I can only predict as an orgasm, a long moan erupting from the back of his throat. I'm stuck to the ground, completely still, the world disappearing around me as all I can do is stare at the new 8th wonder of the world. I feel warm liquid slide down my own inner thighs, but I'm too caught up in his body and himself to notice or even care. Am I even moaning? Moving? How long have I been frozen? I don't know, but I do see him calm down and drift back into his peaceful sleep.

Reality comes crashing down around me, and I resist the urge to cry out or dart for my bedroom door, locking myself in for the rest of eternity. I just...I...FUCK! What did I just do!?! I yank my hand away from his wilted organ, stuffing it back in his boxers & pants, zipping and buttoning him up with lightening quick speed. My other hand frees itself from underneath him in one sudden motion, and I find myself sprawled on the floor from the action of pulling my hand free. My sweater is a bit tattered at the sleeve, but I don't even notice, my gaze now fixated on the wet spot in front of my pants. Oh dear, what have I done!? I've never ran so fast in my life, but I just darted up the stairs in a fury, making a dash for my room and slamming the door, making sure to lock it. I even forgot my cramps!!

My mind is moving a mile a minute now as I shove my pants and underwear off, tossing them aside in frenzy, grabbing a fresh pair. I groan as I remember there's still sticky fluid in my hands, and I wipe it off on my old pants even though a part of me, that horny, raunchy part of me that had taken over a few minutes ago, really wanted to lick it off and see what he tastes like. I ignore those thoughts, focused on washing my clothes and trying not to feel guilty about getting Sieg off in his sleep. Why did I do that!? What's wrong with me!?! Why didn't I stop myself!? Okay, calm down. I doubt he'll notice… no… scratch that… he WILL notice though I know I didn't leave evidence behind...aside from that piece of my sweater...oh no! What if he remembers!? What if he makes the connection? I'm so dead. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I'm banging my head against the wall, cursing myself out some more. How'd did I let myself get carried away?

Then, I stop. I completely stop. I realize something very, VERY crucial that I should have noticed a long time ago. Sieg was drinking COFFEE in the kitchen. Not just any coffee, caffeinated coffee!! As in coffee with CAFFEINE! Caffeine keeps people up. It makes them alert and active. With the amount Sieg drank, there is no way in hell he could have been dead asleep. I blanche as realization dawns on me. How did I not notice this before!?!

It's not long before my feet are carrying me out the door in blind panic, needing some sort of proof that Sieg is still quietly asleep, and I'm just being paranoid. Please tell me he was asleep the whole time. Oh gods, what if he wasn't!? I run down the stairs and resist the urge to shriek when I find the couch empty. Bare! No Sieg! Even Lucy isn't there anymore! I'm questioning my wavering sanity, wondering if what just happened, even happened at all. There's not a sound in the house, I don't see him around, and then again, there's not a small ounce of proof of the events that took place here.

I'm holding back the urge to scream or cry for the sake of appearing calm. I take a few breaths and decide I really need my chocolate ice cream. I need my comfort food. With a slight pout, I march into the kitchen, pushing the door open. I freeze at the sight I'm greeted with.

Sieg is leaning back against the kitchen counter, drinking coffee in his seductive manner again, his tongue slowly outlining his lips, licking up the remnants of the dark drink. He doesn't seem to register my presence, or maybe he just doesn't care. I make no attempt to announce myself to him, but I can't help wondering if he knows or not. No way am I going to inform him. From the looks of it, he seems completely out of it, lost in his own little world. I wish I could pick his brain, find out what he's thinking while he silently drinks his coffee and thanks to that darn Rave Master that he destroyed my Sinclair! Who knows? It might tell me if it knows anything about what Sieg is thinking about…

I quietly walk to the freezer, still trying to remain inconspicuous as I pull the door open, my eyes scanning around for the chocolate ice cream. I am slightly startled as I hear the kitchen door open, admitting Warheit is home. Warheit casually strolls inside, as usual of course, hopping up on the kitchen counter, sitting on it and nodding a greeting to Sieg. I choose to keep my mouth shut, pulling out the carton of ice cream, debating on whether to eat out of it or use a bowl. Warheit's voice snaps me out of my internal conflict, and I look up at him uncomprehendingly, wondering what he just asked me, or if he even asked me anything at all.

"Huh?" Great. I sound like a brainless idiot in front of Sieg. I resist the urge to glance at him, but I could some how feel his eyes on me. I'm trying my hardest not to shiver at that. Wait, I never shiver at anything at all you know!! Alright! Can someone call a mental doctor?! I think I need a mental check up RIGHT NOW!!

"I asked you what the hell did you do all day?" Warheit repeated, narrowing his eyes at me.

I bite my lip, knowing my entire body is flushing as I recall my day. 'Oh, nothing, Heit. I just woke up, ate breakfast, jacked Sieg off in his sleep, came in my pants, ran up the stairs and changed. You know, the usual.'

"Not much," I say quietly, hoping he'd just leave me alone about it.

Luckily, he does leave me alone and turns to Sieg, raising an eyebrow at him. "What are you smirking about?" He asks Sieg, who, to my surprise, is smirking. He looks at me and throws me a wink, repeating my words. "Not much."

My mouth goes completely dry, understanding completely. How could I miss that look in his eyes? It takes me a few seconds to make the connection before I find myself shrieking, "You were awake!?!"

The smirk is still present on his face, and he says nothing, taking another casual sip of his coffee. I'm dumbfounded. Flabberstagged! What does this mean? Did he like it? Why didn't he stop me? Was he awake the whole time? Why isn't he saying anything? My mind is thrown into a frenzy, but I shove away all torrential thought as Wahrheit looks back and forth between Sieg and me. "What the fuck is going on between you two?"

Sieg licks the coffee off his lips and shrugs, sauntering off towards the living room, looking over his shoulder and saying, "Lucia's not as innocent as he seems." With that, he disappeared into the living room, leaving me standing there, flapping my mouth open and closed unable to produce sound.

Siegheit just snorted and said, "I could have told you that," before following him to the living room.

I remain frozen in my spot, my mind trying to get a firm grasp on this recent turn of events. I don't see that happening anytime soon. The question still lingers in my mind: Does Sieg like me back? He didn't seem to object. He did look happy. Maybe some day I'll find out...I hope…. Wait! He said I'm not that innocent as I seem!! What the fuck!! Isn't obvious enough that I'm not really innocent?! Wait… maybe…. He does have a point over that one… aside me from being that all evil and in the `wanna-and-destroy-the-world-in-the-meantime' kind of trance or routine you call it, I was really, REALLY innocent!! I swear!! I would even kill all of the cats and kittens including my swe- damned cat just to prove it!! But… oh well… guess I have to wait and hope that my answer comes earlier since I know that I'm gonna suffer a lot of seduction from him tonight…. And its so god damn that it have to be Friday the 13th at the current month which is right now is NOVEMBER!!! ARGH!!!! FUCK IT!! Alright… enough of the rants!! I just hope that Balmung won't call or else I really am in for that darn seduction I thought that only lives every Friday night when he's drunk………………………..

~~~~~~~~~A/N~~~~~~~~~~

umi: so.. what do you think Balmung??

secylia: review girl!! go to FF.Net and find my profile by just clicking SEARCH then go and find my name-

umi: >_> *glare* OUR name...

secylia: ^_^\\// right! our name which is umi n secylia then go and search then go to our profile and find that story entitled Lucia's Obsession then presto!!

umi: so... read and review before Lucy eats my disc!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAD KITTY!!! SHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lucia: hehehe.... good kitty!!

umi: *glare*

Lucia: =P bleh!!

umi: -.- whatever... I just want to know everyone's opinion since I'm planning a chapter two on this one with a blue sieg and a red sieg playing which is the title is Rigorous Night.... COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

secylia: be nice peeps!! this is our first lemon so be NICE!!!! ^_^ I'll give everyone a Balmung... no, not you Balmung, I'm talkign about the Balmung of dotHack plushie!! I got one here and I'm giving it to the first reviewer of course!!! hehehe... BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

umi: -.- don't mind her....... now see ya all for I'm gonna work with a Brooklyn and Kai lemon!! watch out for it people!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

secylia: *shivers at the thought* she's more insane than I am!!!

umi: though to tell the truth, its hard to do a Lucia-without-a-sash and a Sieg-without-a-scarf you know and to change the sash-tangled-with-the-scarf thingie into legs-trapped-in-a-darn-muscle-cramp you know!!

secylia: wat eva!! just review people!! I'll be very happy if you all do!!!

umi: I'm gonna post chapter 2 if you Balmung do review and say its nice because chapter two is what you were requesting for!! BWAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just kidding!! all I want is a review and its all done!! see ya all!!

secylia: before we say see ya later, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!