Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Cry Wolf ❯ Blue is the Color ( Chapter 2 )

Cry Wolf

Chp 2 Blue is the Color

Poetry is mine

**Reptile by Nine Inch Nails

Trailing on NC-17 with violence and plenty of sexual content

All Yuri all the time. *grins*

Pairings… oh you know Kozue and other people.

Much thanks to Roxana for the original challenge to Rio-Sensei for the extra challenges in this chapter and my friend Rae who also gave me some helpful ideas.

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And for this task

You will need a new heart

An instinct for pain

A love of the dark

A feel for the lustful

The rich and degrading

Brushes of violence that will require sating

The Ohtori Limited offices were lost in the quiet of the predawn hours, those moments of darkness that seem vastly limitless until the sun would begin to break across the sky. Kozue stalked through the empty lobby to the elevator with a growing tension rising in her chest, an inky blackness that was spreading itself over her soul, making her alert; her instincts standing on edge at the very prick of sound.

She passed security and nodded in their general direction, noting their fear at the recognition. She pressed the button for the elevator and as she waited caught a small piece of what seemed an on going conversation (how rude of her to have interrupted by acknowledging their existence, but it was a courtesy and important to survival…if she didn't acknowledge someone that was when that person should begin to worry).

"Yeah, but was that before or after you put your tongue in?"

She quirked an eyebrow as out of her peripheral she saw the other guard reply with a shrug, quite sure she never wanted to know what they were talking about. The silver elevator doors slid open with a ding. She stepped inside and reached into her left pocket for an electronic card key that would enable her to reach the very top of the building (a hidden suite just above the CEO's office).

Just before she swiped the card she changed her mind and decided to go to Mrs. Ohtori's office first. Remembering that if she were breaking someone in she'd still be in there (the suite was off limits to all but two special playmates, and of course Kozue was one of them). So pushing the button for the CEO's office she leaned against the faux wood paneling.

As the numbers ticked by on her way up she felt a twitch of unease. Bad feelings she found were often a prelude to something unpleasant and ever since stepping into that accursed basement Kozue trusted those feelings more than ever. She reached into her back pocket and palmed the switchblade she kept there (it had been a gift from the one person she would admit feelings for). The blue pearl handle glinted under the paled light just a moment before her fingers completely encircled it. (The color matched her eyes the person had said after handing it to her… blue was the color and it breathed of the wild.)

The doors opened and she waited a second, shutting her eyes to hear what was before her prior to stepping onto the pink carpet of the small waiting area. Quiet and dark, and in fact it was too quiet and too dark. Closer to the door of Mrs. Ohtori's office she heard the shuffling of paper and muffled conversation. She lightly tapped the heavy door with her knuckle, it made the barest of sounds but it served its purpose.

"I could offer you much more money than your employers," Kozue heard Mrs. Ohtori's voice state clearly, edging the door open slowly. "Surely we can arrange a better deal."

Kozue slunk into the room under the shadow of light created by the crescent moon. A split second of observation telling her all she needed to know and exactly what she had to do.

Mrs. Ohtori sat patiently behind her desk as a man with a gun (a fool who had probably only robbed convenience stores) urged her to sign some sort of document. It appeared a fruitless endeavor. What sort of malcontent would stoop to such base tactics? Obviously even though the man had the gun, Mrs. Ohtori had the control. Because the gunman needed her to sign the document before he could kill her. The man's posture was one of aggravation; if he were not careful he'd shoot the older woman before completing his true task. Kozue could see this and seeing this knew the gunman to be weak and obtuse.

Kozue was in a crouched position, rising slowly as the gunman laughed at Mrs. Ohtori's distracting offer of money. As she rose the blade of her knife clicked forward and as soon as she reached her full height the switchblade left her hand and was swiftly embedded into that of the gunman's.

He screamed and dropped his weapon, clutching his hand in terror.

Mrs. Ohtori moved gracefully out of her chair and out of the way as Kozue rushed the gunman, retrieving the fallen weapon, and pinning the insolent assassin to the floor. There were no words, no question as to what Mrs. Ohtori wanted done. The office door shut with a click and soon after the gunman's ugly face was splattered along the expensive carpeting and heavy mahogany desk.

She retrieved her blade and wiped the blood on her pants, tossed the gun on the desk before picking up the phone. A steady, icy, growl voiced commands for a "cleanup." She hated, with passions beyond reproach enemies who were inferior, those unprepared hunters who do not know or understand that in the wilderness, the wiles of the dark city, a wicked queen always had the upper hand (beastly armies at her command who reveled the in the glow of malevolent light).

She huffed as she hung up the phone. Eyes quickly catching on the document that the gunman had been attempting to pressure Mrs. Ohtori into signing. She clicked her tongue upon sight of an all too familiar street address. The document was a contract of sale, an offer to purchase the decaying building from Ohtori Limited for the laughable sum of one hundred million dollars. Such a price for something so soiled; she wondered… the memory of a dream echoed in her head, "The end of the world lies in death. Wolves never travel a true path. But she will do better…than any prince."

"Fuck," she whispered because she knew with the attempted killing of her superior over that…that (fucking) building… She growled. Now there was no way out of her over seeing the construction of the building. Mrs. Ohtori would want her there just in case.

The door swung open and the lights were flicked on. A group of five stood in the doorway with equipment. Their leader walked up to her and shook his head with disgust.

"Honestly Kaoru," he sneered, "do you always have to leave such a bloody mess?"

She glared at him as he eyed her cloths.

"You know the drill Kaoru," he huffed, green eyes overflowing with irritation. "I'll need to dispose of everything that has any trace evidence. So strip and let's get this over with shall we. And that includes your little knife as well."

"Saonji," Kozue warned quickly, "the knife stays with me. If you want it you can have it after you dig it out of your colon."

"The rules are very cl-"

"Let her keep the knife Saonji," Mrs. Ohtori's voice boomed elegantly from the other room. "Hurry up Kozue. I need to talk to you."

Kozue smiled sweetly and shuffled out of her cloths, switchblade in hand, and then walked out of the office nude and uncaring.

"Don't touch anything with those filthy hands on your way out," Saonji barked.

"You know if I wasn't around your evenings would be so dull,"she replied over her shoulder. "See you next time Podboy."

**She has the blood of reptiles just underneath her skin
Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within**

Water rumbled on with a polite squeak and she stepped into the heat; the red covering her hands and parts of her face sliding down the drain. Kozue watched the swirl of color disappear down into the pipes and then leaned back into the cooler tile as the heat built around her, steam smothering her breath. Her like for unbearably hot showers had come from the same person who had given her the switchblade. Ocean blue eyes shut as the memory of a lithe and sleek auburn haired panther played through her mind. Covered in the slippery feel of black satin sheets and chuckling (an angelic sound) as Kozue whispered something she never should have. It was the cruelest and most wonderful thing to have that woman dismiss those words as a type of joke, but she had meant them (and she never said them again…not to anyone). She slid the soap across her chest and thought of calling on the beauty. Yes, to relax from the terrible vibes she received from that building, her dreams, and now the contract (why would anyone want that building…there must be a secret around it). Soon, maybe in a day or two, but not tonight (she wanted it to be that night to feel the soft skin beneath her own to take and taste all she craved, enjoy the pain of a feeling she allowed no other), tonight she had other things to do.

The bathroom door opened and shut pulling Kozue from her thoughts. Suddenly aware of the all too divine and excessively expensive shower she occupied. She could feel Mrs. Ohtori watching her. Dark eyes moving over her outlined figure from the other side of the smoky glass door. She could smell the things the older woman wanted through the steam and so she turned her back to the door and waited. Water rushing over her topaz colored hair only slightly muffling the sound of the glass door swinging open and the slap of bare feet against water echoing in her ears. She stood up straight when arms wrapped over her chest, cupping her breasts with a delicate squeeze. A savory tongue gliding up along her neck to her ear where lips waited as a hand moved down between her thighs, fingers sliding in whetted want that had been produced by thoughts of another.

"You," the older woman whispered into Kozue's ear, lips closing to suck the lower lobe before she continued. "You came back to talk me out of the job I assigned you." Her long fingers ushered slowly along, teasing the young woman's sex.

Kozue nodded and Mrs. Ohtori guided her free hand from the breast it was cupping (nails circling the nipple toying with the silver piercing there) and brought it up the young woman's neck. And then she released Kozue completely.

Still close she whispered, "Does it give you a bad feeling Kozue?"

The young woman turned around (a tight move even in the fairly large shower), and pressed the older woman against the adjacent wall slowly. She looked into those dark and chilly eyes and replied wordlessly, "Yes", before dipping her head to the nape of the older woman's neck, content with lustful arms moving around her, pulling her closer inviting her to bite, and bite harder.

"But will you do this task for me now that you can see it's important," the question was asked amid a gasp from the feel of teeth tugging at her neck.

The wicked young woman nuzzled her way to the other side and instead of biting she pulled back to look at the older woman again. Blue eyes darkening to a shade of the deepest ocean at night, heavy and induced with a need to discover all she could. Her lips crashing down in a wave of semi-obedient lust to answer yes with a kiss that was so entrenched it was hollow.

Blue is the color

As she flicks across your valleys

Journeys in to bite and suckle

What is honeyed sweet and sour

A candied breath

Blue is the color

As her fingers work around

Tug and pull

Cup and caress

The curves trailing up

The hallows in between

Blue is the color

And it washes down your throat

As her tongue offers a taste

A sample of all you have given

What she has harvested

Blue is the color

Just before your eyes lose sight

Just before you need to dream

Just before she rests against you and whispers

Promises…

To give you more

To enjoy the color

And come… into the blue

"So let me get this straight," Shiori said as she slurped her milkshake and popped a fry into her mouth. "We have to go back to the creepy building and hangout with nasty construction workers for however long it takes them to make the building presentable," she asked with a shudder.

Kozue wasn't really listening to her; catching only the sound and tone of the question, replying correctly, "Yes…but if you don't want to join me I'm sure Mrs. Ohtori can find something else to keep you occupied."

She prodded the pool of ketchup on her napkin with a fry, blue eyes focussing on the little graffiti messages left on the empty seats near her (some in permanent marker, others in ballpoint pen). Two in particular intrigued her. One was just funny, stating along side a doodle of a phallic looking Mickey Mouse that, "Passion does not equal a fist full of Cool Whip."

The other was a quote from a novel she had read at the bequest of a high school teacher that proceeded to educate her on more than the difference between irregular and regular verbs.

Shiori was whining in the distance and Kozue shifted her attention just enough to look as if she were interested. Her mind still on the memory of the teacher and the lessons quickly learned. She never told the story about those encounters to anyone, because others would interpret such a thing as early childhood abuse, when in fact it had been quite the opposite. It was the beginning of her self, the true self that most adults push teenagers to get rid of. But she had found it, embraced it as she stepped off the path removed her red hood and started to run in the thick of a murky forest.

"Are you even listening to me," Shiori's sharp little voice finally broke her thought.

"No Shiori…I'm not. I'm afraid your only choices are the building or a new assignment from the boss lady," Kozue stated coldly, memories still clouding her concentration.

At thirteen (nearly, but not quite fourteen) when she thought she knew what everything was, before she made her first real dive into the dirt of the world, she had kissed (or rather thrown herself at) her English teacher. Her teacher who wore long flowing skirts and had warm hazel eyes and long red hair, who was young and pretty and kind (kinder than the rat bastards who gave her detention every other day just for being herself). Kissed an older woman because her instincts, not for the first time, but much clearer than ever before, told her to move and she did. And she was accepted, she was embraced, and parting she was told to read a certain book. After she read that book she could return and perhaps be introduced to what she was looking for.

Shiori's little fist hit the table and Kozue glared at her for interrupting the memory.

"What the hell is wrong with you," the petite girl demanded.

"Nothing I was just… thinking… Shall we walk to the car Shiori?" Kozue grinned then and stood up looking at where her car was parked citing in near perfect inflection the quote etched on a chair in permanent ink, "'This may be neither here nor there but I have to say it. Life is very short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch of twenty, maybe twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make those twenty-five steps. Now. Right now. Come just as you are.'"

The cruel little girl looked at her and shook her head, "You are so weird." Then she stomped off over to the car.

Ocean blue eyes played over the petite young woman, the too cute schoolgirl look that she wore to please men she was not attracted to, and loathed touching. She watched the pouty lips and innocent violet eyes ashamed to look at what they wanted most. It was such a thrill to Kozue every time. To be so wanted and yet watch that want pushed back and made false.

"No happy ending for us eh," she whispered as she stepped over to violet eyed girl.

Shiori opened the passenger door and slammed it shut. Kozue quickly got into the driver's side and forced the young woman to look at her.

"If you don't want to play you should not have called," she squeezed the soft cheeks making the young woman's lips puff. "I told you the options, the only other being losing your position at Ohtori Limited. There is no escaping from this world Shiori. No escaping it until you decided you want to marry one of those men that like to slobber over you... and even then escape is but a pale promise. There is a price to pay for your time in this world." She released the girl, "Now, this is no mere grunt job. This is an important task." Her voice took a sudden turn as she unconsciously concluded with, "A restoration to bring about the end."

Shiori slouched and pouted in her seat crossing her arms over her chest.

Kozue realizing what she had said clicked her tongue, eyes narrowing into thin slits. She started the car, and the engine rumbled.

"I'll drop you off," Kozue muttered.

"Where are you going?"

"To see an architect."

Claws do scratch

And fangs do bite

But with this rope

You can rest tonight

For your fear can not escape

The bond that restrains the creatures might

And if she struggles know just this

The more she moves the tighter the bond restricts

The studio was larger than she imagined it would be (she wondered why the architect had moved) and simpler in design than expected, a delicate touch of a combined work and living space. A draft table and book cases cluttered with notebooks and papers at one end and a void of elegantly crafted furniture keeping the feel professional before a large black screen announced the appearance of more personal objects a small futon, a heavy dresser and chair, hiding the kitchenette and the bathroom. Kozue stood near the draft table peeking at the blueprints that had been left out. They were intriguing, to a point.

From behind the black screen were the sounds of a faucet being turned off and the clink of ice cubes in a glass. Shortly thereafter the resonance of a cool stride was heard followed by the appearance of a tall and slender woman in jeans and a T-shirt carrying two glasses of water with a slice of lemon in each.

Kozue rolled her eyes at the garnish as the young woman before her offered out a glass. Gulped greedily at it and then chuckled as the woman sat at the draft table pushing a few locks of auburn hair behind her ear before setting her own glass down near a floral foam block stuck with pencils, and placed a pair of reading glasses onto her face.

"When you and if you ever get close to being forty," the woman stated as she flipped through a few notes and large pieces of thin draft paper, "I doubt you'll find your failing eyesight funny."

Hazel eyes glared at Kozue over the top of the glasses before returning to the papers on the table. A grin tugged at her lips and she was about to speak but the woman managed to interrupt her.

"Here," she said tapping at a blue print. "This is what that building used to look like, before a fire and age reduced it to what it is now."

Kozue looked and shrugged, "So what am I supposed to do with this Juri?"

Cat like eyes seared into her, "Well since I'm your architect I'm going to tell you that if you want the building to look exactly like it was before, you will need to rebuild it from the foundation up. And from what I understand the foundation is the only part of the building that isn't shot to hell."

"Okay."

Juri removed her glasses and sighed, "This is going to take a lot of time and a lot of money."

"The Ohtori's don't care about either at the moment." Kozue finished off the water she was drinking and set the glass on the floor. "Is that all?"

"Of course, when should I expect the demolition to be complete? I'd like to get together with the construction crews so that they understand when I say make it exactly the way it was they understand."

Kozue nodded, which seemed a sufficient reply. She was watching as the sun set in red and gold hues in the distance. The colors of fire burning across the sky and the interesting shadows the fading light created in the room as it filtered in from the large windows. She wanted to leave before she did something stupid. There was a history she had with the architect (so why did she hire her for this job, she wanted to say it was because she knew Juri would do it right…but understood it to be something else) and it was the type of past that liked to repeat it self as to remind that some things were so right they had to break. Some things had to sink into the depths of dark ash before blazing forth with life only to sink again.

Neither she nor Juri had the will to actually say what they wanted (except once and Kozue hated that she was driven so low to actually do it). They played a waiting game of wills, not unlike the game Kozue played with Mrs. Ohtori on occasion, refusing advances, toying with lust to make it grow. But unlike Mrs. Ohtori who only played to prove she could make Kozue succumb to her will, because it proved her power and the older woman was infinitely more interested in that than the sex that accompanied it; Juri played for different reasons. And what those reason were alluded Kozue, so she just chalked it up to auburn haired beauty needing a good lay. In a way it was almost insulting.

"Why does she want the building to look just like it did before," Juri's voice snapped Kozue back from her thoughts and the sunset.

She shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"I suppose it doesn't. Have you located an artist yet?"

"Why do I need an artist?"

Juri smirked and then laughed, "For the multitude of frescos that once covered the building's interior, three major ones and a handful of tinier less noticeable paintings."

"Someone did their homework."

The older woman stepped away from the draft table, picked up her glass of water and moved to one of the couches. Sitting swiftly as she breezed, "Someone had to do the research Kozue and it definitely wasn't going to be you. But then you're just the…," She quirked an eyebrow, her expression full of questions, of which she only asked one, "Why did she put you in charge of this?"

Again the ocean-eyed girl shrugged. Quite tired of what was deemed work she turned to leave. She wanted to go back to her apartment and maybe sleep, maybe call over a playmate, maybe locate the source of the rotten cucumber smell coming from her pantry, but those things… Those petty little asides to which she fell in order to escape facing what her body was screaming for were instantly pushed aside at the sound of a stoic voice.

"I was going to make a roast capon for dinner, with potatoes I think… and a white wine cream sauce… Does that sound like too much?" The auburn haired woman's voice had the force of a fire. It could lull one into a relaxed position or it could burst from its hearth and burn severely, leaving deep scars behind. It was, at the moment, a gentle blaze, the kind of comfortable tone that warmed from the inside out.

"No."

"Maybe I should just go to the restaurant down the street instead."

"Maybe..."

Kozue didn't want to be pulled in the direction she was heading towards. What was it about her lately? Her appetites seemed to be growing, or perhaps it was just… She kicked the burgeoning thought into a deep pit of denial and covered it over with her usual defiant attitude. A mask of disregard she'd learnt to wear when she was young… under the tutelage of one who was now… Well, gone.

"Have dinner with me. We can discuss the frescos… I have an artist in mind."

Kozue shook her head and replied, "Fine…dinner."

Blue is the color

That glides down your throat

Takes over your senses

And drives you through the smoke

Blue is color

That envelops the flames

Takes a darker heart

And directs the game

Blue is the color

You can feel her inside

The way she devours

The secrets you hide

Blue is the color

It's deep and it's true

It thrusts through your walls

Covers the flowers with dew

Blue is the color

A heady rich musk

It takes what it gives

And it isn't much

You'll drown in the color

Drink it all in

You'll gasp and you'll revel

In the blue, all of her little sins

Certain it was a dream Kozue stalked through the interior of the building with a slow caution. It was very bright and she was on some upper level. The feeling she received was not the same as the dream she had of the basement. There was no darkness only a constant shine from the white room; everything was painted that color, desks, chairs, and even the computer monitors.

It was curious and thinking so she felt like a strange Alice in a fucked up version of Wonderland.

"So where the hell is the rabbit," she muttered.

Down a long hallway a large gust of wind pushed forward, blank pieces of paper scattering around her like leaves. She edged closer stopping when she felt the ground begin to shake, a heavy pat of steps striding towards her accompanied by the minute tinkle of a chain.

Standing her ground she merely quirked an eyebrow as the giant wolf came into immediate view. Its ears scraped along the ceiling as it trotted closer. And she could feel its eyes on her, yellow and mischievous but playful. The wolf's mouth was slightly agape making it appear to grin, which caused her to do the same. The wolf was gray, almost blue and against the lack of true color it was a blessed sight. However one thing concerned her and that was the chain around the wolf's neck. It was almost thread thin, part of it stretching back to some unknown point where it was possibly soldered to a wall.

She began to hate the metaphor and at the very thought the wolf stopped inches before her and sat. It inhaled deeply, and exhaled causing Kozue to wince as the jaws opened wider.

The wolf sniffed at the air around her and then tilted its head to one side as it said, "You have an odd assortment of mates daughter."

Kozue was caught off guard by the comment and so seeing no way out of what was becoming a rather tedious and "telling" dream (which she couldn't stand…if the higher powers of the world wanted to give her advice they could at least write a letter or leave her a voice mail instead of all the cryptic shit she was going through… of course if she did get a letter she would have thrown it away without reading it, and the voice mail would have been deleted upon the hearing "Hello this is the higher powers…") she decided to reply to the comment and start a conversation.

"Should I take that as a compliment," she asked.

The wolf chuckled. It was weird. She'd never heard a wolf chuckle, but, whatever it was just a dream... right?

The wolf sniffed the air again and looked at her curiously, "All female and all different… Will you break the little girl I wonder? Her innocence may be false but it's still there… And your master…" Yellow eyes narrowed, "Your chain is as thin and confining as mine I think."

"Yeah well…is there a point to this?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"A defiant child," the wolf remarked its tail wagging happily. "Truly you are one of my finest daughters."

Kozue shook her head, "Last I looked my dad was some jerk who was more interested in making a freak show out of my genius brother and pushing me aside like yesterdays trash."

A light-growling whine left the wolf's throat. "But you are, despite what your mortal up bring is, one of mine. My own little cub... I can smell it in your very essence."

"Stupid metaphors," Kozue grumbled.

At this the wolf stood and leaned closer to Kozue (she did not budge from her stance of defiance and cynicism) and growled loudly, "This is no mere dream type thing child. I am no mere play of your imagined self. I am Fenris. I am the one who will devour the world once my chain is broken. My appetite knows no end." It pulled back and sneered, "And you should know all about appetite my little one, you who revel in the hunt and kill. Your taste for blood and flesh is remarkably higher than many of your siblings."

Ocean blue eyes narrowed," So what if we are related I don't really give a shit. What do you want?"

Fenris the wolf grinned again and laughed, "This is why they choose you, that spark, but I must warn you if you complete this task your blood will be spilt."

"And?"

"And spilling your blood for the sake of the end, for the sake of His freedom may not be a choice you want to make daughter."

Kozue shook her head, so… here was a wolf god warning her about the ghosts from her other dream, how interesting and trite. "There's only one person I'd spill my blood for and she isn't in the room." She paused and considered, "Who is "He" anyway?"

The wolf looked suddenly sad, "He in truth is one of my son's, however he bears within him a different type of blood… one that is dark and consumes all else, not just the world but everything…even I don't contain that appetite daughter, even you would find it monstrous."

She didn't know how she knew it but she uttered the words and they were true, "The prince that steals the light, destroys the sun, devours the gods and what they've become. His power released will mark the end of the world and none shall be spared." She staggered back as she finished. "What the hell?"

Fenris nodded, "You see, you already know deep inside. A prince is the only thing that can free him, a shining light that counters his dark."

"I'm not a prince. I'm not even close."

"A wolf being kin could also do the task. You are kin…" Yellow eyes narrowed, "But you'd do better releasing me than Him." He sniffed at the air, "You, I think… I think you will do what has been asked of you. You will release him…but know that you can also destroy him."

"How?"

"Take his place."

The wolf shrugged its massive shoulders and turned to leave. It stopped once looking back at Kozue with marked concern and curiosity, "There is a panther stalking your trail, she may be of use, but remember…even if you'd let your blood spill for that one…make sure it is not in this place. Then you will surely free him, then it will truly be the end."

It was then that the dream began to fade. Sticking in her memory like a bad song one knows all the words to. Her eyes slowly drifting open to the feel of someone nuzzling her, asking her to wake…to play.

Breathe just for me

Take me in

Under your skin

I'll be your only sin

Let me kiss away the tears

Those haut and torrid fears

With a kiss so deep

Under and over your soul it will

Forever…creep

Juri's lips urged Kozue into clear consciousness, and awake the dreamer found herself in need to delude the message she received with pleasure. The woman on top of her pulled back from an already marked neck to look into her with guarded hazel eyes.

"Who would you bleed for," Juri asked softly, secretly aware of the answer.

Blue eyes opened wide for an instant; she'd been talking in her sleep. She released a huff of air and shook her head lying, "No one."

The older woman grinned as she dipped forward again, this time to press and offer her lips. Accepted eagerly for a length of play and then the woman's lips retreated as she sat up. The room dark as she pulled the covers up around her.

Kozue propped herself up on an elbow, "Tease much? Don't tell me you woke me up just so you could move over to your side of the bed."

A soft breathy chuckle was released from her throat, "No I…was waking you to remind that it is bad form to fall asleep so soon." She slid forward so that her nose was touching Kozue's, "If you're that tired I can let you sl-"

Juri laughed through half of the kiss she was pulled into, moving away from wild lips to nibble at the young woman's neck, moving further down between perfect breasts until she took a finely pierced nipple into her mouth, tasting the flesh and the small ring of metal. Sucking heartily and then scratching her teeth over the aroused area, proceeding further down Kozue's body, inwardly laughing at the blue eyed woman's attempts at stifling her moans.

Never one to just lie back and be taken Kozue stopped the auburn haired beauty from getting too carried way. Pulling her up, ravishing her lips and then pouncing forward to pin Juri against the mattress.

"So you aren't tired," Juri breezed lightly.

"No, not at all… Do you know what you need?"

"At the moment I do… I know what you want too."

Kozue grinned, sitting up and quickly tossing all the bedding onto the ground before slowly straddling Juri's chest and dipping forward to part well toned thighs and taking a taste. Savoring the quick intake of breath from behind her as her tongue began its slow and steady exploration, lapping at the succulent well swelling just for her, just for her touch, just for her taste. Drinking deeper, longer, quicker, letting her teeth graze the soft flesh as her hands added to her ministrations tickling across, penetrating deep.

Her efforts multiplying as lips and tongue greedy for her began their own voracious attack. Juri's touch… her very caress and force of will working through Kozue always giving and taking far more than the ocean eyed young woman thought she could bear. But she held her ground to capture, to inhale and devour all she could of the woman beneath her, to prove her… There was a word that Kozue despised traveling throughout her senses as the most intense of pleasures began to wrap around her body. She pressed herself closer, keeping her mouth completely occupied to avoid accidentally saying the forbidden word out loud.

They continued for what could be described as eternity, in truth mere hours. Finally ceasing to meet and kiss, enjoy the flavor they produced on each other. Tongues battling and daring to ask, if things could continue as their bodies begged for a moment to rest. And they did at last, tangled together their lips softly meeting until both were lost in sleep.

Kozue could feel other dreams gathering as she lost her hold on consciousness. She knew they were going to be less than enjoyable. She could feel the darkness of them seeping over her skin. The only thing that kept her from fearing their contents was the constant invisible presence of the arms that held her. In the shadows of her dreams as she stepped into the gloomy scenery of the basement there was a low growl at her side and she knew… The panther would not allow her to foolishly spill her blood.

It's a tempting game

To tell you my name

To give you a clue

As to what I will do

Reveal all my power

Over the hour

Just to let you know

There's no place to go

I will be freed

And you are the one who will assist me