Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou ❯ Chapter 11- Remember my love ( Chapter 11 )

A/N- and we already got the lowdown last chappy so why make the intro too long?

 

Warning: slight limey lime fluff going on in this chapter. So yeah.

 

Ryu: It's rated X for a reason is it not? You know; the basic make-out, blood, cursing, action, hot sex kind of X?

 

What??? Who the hell created you anyways??? I don't remember any of my characters getting to be so hentai and vein as you.

 

Ryu: I'm one dead sexy son of a dragon goddess one of a kind OC! …..That and you made me up.

 

Oh- yes. That was when I was drunk…

 

Ryu: you got drunk??

 

No! Never!

 

Ryu: but you just said-

 

HURRY UP AND SAY THE DISCLAIMER!!

 

Ryu: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT ALREADY!!! Christina-chan doesn't own any of the characters (besides a select few) and please don't sue because she also don't own half the plot at least.- THERE!!! HAPPY?

 

(Pats dragon hair) ^_^ good little dragy dragon!

 

Ryu: you little bitch.

 

A/N- and we already got the lowdown last chappy so why make the intro too long?

 

Ahem- now on with the chapter ^_^

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Chapter 11- Remember my love

 

 

Desota sighed as she sat on the lonely swing in the deserted park in the dark night of a crescent moon lit sky. Her aqua eyes were dark in thought as she swayed back and forth lightly in the swing seat. She had snuck out of the apartment that night- she needed sometime to think… some time to cope with all these memories. Ryu had held back all the memories of her past that would cause her to mourn, and now- here they all were. Her heart was slowly taking in one tragedy at a time.

 

Each time she felt the pain.

 

The Hurt.

 

Even the ones of sorrow she had known before, but now it was on a whole new level. She saw a new part of the puzzle and it hurt even more.

 

`Is this why I helped Sensui?' She thought, `was I too hurt to care what his idea's would do to humanity? I knew he wanted something with Ryu- I could have refused him at the very start and he would have let me go…..,'

 

With a heavy heart, Desota didn't know what to think anymore. She had always believed that she hadn't killed any thing on purpose, but these memories that came to her proved otherwise.

 

Sensui had sent her to masque people he believed weren't necessary and would interfere with his future plans about the Spirit Detective team. She could still feel the blood under her claws- even though Ryu was the one in control. She could feel his pain every time he struck down another soul that probably had nothing to do with the tunnel's interference, but was close to a person that was. Ryu and Desotas' body had killed many times with out understanding or knowing why. If Ryu had asked, Sensui wouldn't tell him. He'd just say that it was for the good of the future world.

 

Although Ryu had control at the time, when he was slumbering deeply or weakened in spirit- their eyes would return to her vivid Aqua and all the feelings he surpressed to hide form the outside world were washed into her half of the soul their spirits had created. He had done that before- assassinated. He had pillaged. He had committed crimes for a seemingly “greater purpose”, But the dragon lord had been lied to. When King Yakumo had reined over the Nether World and waged a war to the Spirit world, Ryu was his right hand man. Yakumo had taught him to go for the new world they wanted to create for their own world that was rapidly becoming scum to the spirit world. To this day, the dragon held a slight grudge for prince Koenma, but that didn't mean he would want to slaughter to get back. (A/N- Not that his attitude showed it or anything- lol)

 

He had killed enough and felt the heavy guilt enough times even if he was a dragon- He wasn't a blood craver. Yet the way Sensui used him to do the bloody jobs of their plans made everyone believe just that. And it was that kind of thinking that led both Human and Demon hunters to target the “blood-lusting” Dragon race. Desota didn't doubt that Ryu was one of few dragon blood left in any of the worlds. All the more reason Ryu stayed under Sensui's command. He didn't want to be hunted down while still in Desota's body. If that happened she'd be hunted down because she was a hanyou AND she had harbored a Dragon soul in her. A traitor.

 

Desota wrapped her arms around her torso to warm herself for comfort, “Where is he? It's been two days already and Lord Koenma's going to be here tomorrow.” She thought aloud.

 

Her swing suddenly stopped swaying when a pair of strong hands grasped on to its chains holding it up. Desota started- startled when she saw red hair sway in the wind close to her as the intruder leaned over her to look at her, “Thinking of Ryu again are we?”

 

She sighed- instantly relaxed more than she had all day, “oh its you, Kurama.” She said grateful that he had found her. Which was odd ….. She did want to be alone, but with him there, she just felt better, “you startled me.”

 

“I didn't exactly announce myself, but you should have sensed me coming.” He seemed to scold her lightly, “what if one of Sensuis' men were there instead of me?”

 

//we don't let her have enough privacy to be alone that long. Half the time she doesn't even know we're there watching over her// Yoko protested. It seemed absurd to him that they'd ever let her be kidnapped that easily- or at all.

 

`That's not the point' Kurama brushed him off.

 

Desota let her eyes drift away from him to the moonlit forest around the secluded and probably forgotten park, “No…. Sensui got what he wanted form us for now. He's separated Ryu and me with the help of Soukou's death. He's probably searching for him now to recruit him again.” She looked back at Kurama who was listening with all attention he could offer. It made her smile inside that he was so eager to please her all the time. Her heart fluttered at their closeness, but she tried to ignore it. She wasn't in the mood for those emotions he brought forth just by looking at her now, “It'll be a while before he tries another attack or assault. He wont go on until he has Ryu under his full control once more, and Ryu is stubborn tempered.” She smiled a little when she mentioned Ryu. Kurama almost felt jealous of the dragon- if he hadn't already known how she felt for the Ryu, he wasn't sure Yoko would allow them to just sit here and listen to this. The fox would probably make a seductive move on her to distract that thought from her or -more than likely - do that to make her forget it.

 

//you have little faith in me// Yoko feigned hurt.

 

`With this current situation- no.' Kurama chastised.

 

“I'm sure that our dragon friend won't let you down on that,” Kurama agreed and noticed her sigh, “but I don't think you're telling me everything.”

 

“There's nothing to tell,” she insisted looking away when he moved to lean more over her to look at her eye-to-eye.

 

“Is that so?” he raised a brow and smirked as he stood up again. He carefully eased his hands, still holding the swing chains, down to her.

 

“Listen, fox-boy, I know you and your little counter persona in that pretty red head of yours is up to something and I'm warning you not to- WAH!!” she eeped as he wrapped his arms around her stomach to lift her off the swing- sat down on the swing- and held her cradled in his lap quickly and swiftly. She barely had time to react, but glared up at the green-gold eyes that smirked victoriously down at her, “very funny.” She mumbled as he chuckled.

 

“I assure you, my little hanyou, there is nothing you need to worry about concerning my intentions.” His eyes flashed gold for a split second, but she was use to that by now so she barely noticed, “What I have planed for us will more than likely get you to scream your thanks to me.” Oh yeah- that was the other one in that head of his. The more forward one Desota had come to see as both just as attractive as Kurama himself (or usual self at least) and more dangerous- being unpredictable.

 

She blushed darkly at his provocative wording, “Scr-scream?” she stuttered.

 

“Or moan. Either one, I have every intention to be the one you do it for.” He shrugged. Desota still didn't get how he could say such things so casually!

 

“You're such a pervert.” She huffed looking away with a slight growl- meant to discourage his line of thinking. She nearly jumped out of his lap when she felt his warm breath on her neck and his hot soft tongue slowly stroke once over the sensitive skin there- she probably would have too, if his gentle hold around her wasn't also iron-like.

 

“Is that little growl suppose to warn me off or entice me more?” he purred in a deep octave to her ear. When she shifted in his lap, he bit back a groan at the friction she was making in her nervous state, “in truth everything you do just makes me want more.”

 

“How lucky I must be.” She almost whimpered. She tried to sound indifferent. She did like this- in-fact; she'd love to just let him lead her where he was trying to coax her to. She wanted to ride this wave of emotion he was showing her. It was the best feeling she'd ever felt- but it was new and she didn't understand just WHAT he was wanting from her.

 

He let his nose burry into her thick black silk locks and took a deep breath and sighed, “I know I am,” he nuzzled her neck as his hands slowly started to rub her arms- trying to get her to relax more, “I know I'm very lucky to be here with you, mate.”

 

“I thought we agreed no more of that name, Kurama.” She said slightly annoyed and nervous. She knew what mates did. Was that what he wanted? A mate? Wouldn't he want a full-bred female that knew more about raising pups to breed with? Not a low classed Hanyou? When it came to his attentions, Desota was even more confused about what to think or do than her memories.

 

“I don't lie about this sort of thing, Dessy. I know you're my mate and you know you belong with me as well as my mate.” He retorted as he kissed her neck just under her jaw. He could feel the way her body automatically reacted to him. He could smell her arousal getting stronger and felt his own needing to quench her need as well as his own. Only thing that was holding him back was the constant reminder that she probably didn't understand him yet. He knew her body did.

 

`Which is why we should stop this now before we cant.' Kurama tried to pull back.

 

//I'm making a point here and won't stop until I know she gets it. This is where her doubts on her thoughts to us stop. Not even these memories she's plagued with right now will cast her feelings we've stirred in her to grow sour! I refuse to allow our mate to get away!// Yoko declared as he took more dominant control. Their eyes now bled gold.

 

`YOU'LL SCARE HER!' Kurama protested trying to both calm down their body's reaction and rein in Yoko at the same time- not easy.

 

//I'll know the minute I've come close to crossing the line. I won't scare her, Kurama- trust me. Or better yet- trust yourself! //

 

Kurama was taken aback at that, and although he lessened his struggle to regain control, he did keep trying to calm himself to make the backing out part easier.

 

Unconsciously, Desota's hands had made their way up to Kurama's red silk locks and her fingers gently treaded through them as she tested out the texture and feel of him. Yoko allowed a small groan for her. Seeing as he felt her resistance coming to an end when he kissed her open-mouthed on her lips. His tongue darted in soon as she parted for him. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and gently massaged it with his own. Her warning growl had turned into a pleasured moan and she leaned more into him wanting more of this new feeling he was prodding out of her. Her resolve had scattered to the back of her mind soon as he had started to kiss her. She was losing to her feelings and unfamiliar desires.

 

Kurama shifted her to where she startled his lap in the swing for better access. One arm was wrapped tightly around her waist and made her arch into him as she was flushed against him. Both of them groaned at the pleasing contact of that little act. His other hand fisted into her black locks to angle her head so he could deepen the kiss. She was losing her breath fast.

 

Her lungs burned in protest as she neglected to breath. She had never really needed to hold her breath this long or ever really. So as such she wasn't as good as most. However, Kurama's hand at the back of her head wasn't easy to back out of. She mewled pleadingly as she tired grounding her hips against him to push her torso away.

 

He suddenly went very still and she took the opportunity to back out of the heated kiss and gasped for breath as if she had breached water for air, “what was that all about?! I couldn't breath you JERK!” She swatted his shoulder, but he barely flinched as his eyes were tightly screwed shut and he was breathing deeply and slowly through his nostrils, “and you say I don't have to worry about your intens-,” she stopped short when he rolled his hips up to her own. A bolt of lightning seemed to surge up from her toes to the tip of her ears and rush down to the pit of her stomach, “Wha-what did you just d-do?” she whispered looking at him surprised. His eyes once again held both green and gold in them as he looked down at her in their half-lidded state.

 

“That, little mate would be your desire for your mate speaking to me.” He almost growled as he pulled her back to rest against him. He nipped at her neck and soothed his bites with a stroke of his tongue every now and then or a light kiss, “once a demon finds their mate, Hanyou, you can't deny either theirs or your own need to be together. And I can smell your desire as well as feel it in the way you react to me.” He nuzzled her and nudged her shirt sleeve away from her shoulder as he kissed the newly exposed skin lovingly, “can you feel it to?” he ground his hips up at her again- loving the way her breath escaped her in her sharp gasp and return in her low moan he knew she was trying to hold off.

 

Warning bells were going off in her mind now. They couldn't do this- now was not the time nor place. She knew that her feelings for him ran deeper than she was willing to follow right now. And with Sensui still out and loose, she didn't want something like this to happen only to regret it later in a battle. She licked her slightly swollen lips as she attempted to speak, but her vocal chords weren't allowing it. It came out as a moan instead.

 

`What's wrong with me! Why cant I even move away or speak when he does this to me!?' she thought frustrated. She tried again.

 

“K-Kura….” She was getting better, but he had started unbuttoning her nightgown. She moaned as that hot mouth of his she was starting to long for was making its way down her chest and his soft tongue tasted her collar bone as his teeth scrapped playfully every now and then to get her to jump slightly.

 

Kurama sensed she was trying to speak, “yes? What is it you desire?”

 

Why did he have to use that word? DESIRE! She was going to kill him for playing with her like that. She tried to speak again, but now his mouth had traveled down to her cleavage that he was slowly uncovering as he eased the nightgown down lower and lower with each button his hands undid. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they instinctively pushed his head closer to her breast- not wanting him to stop.

 

She had one last chance- he wasn't going to like it one bit…. BUT he was the one who took it this far. She gathered up what little concentration she had left in her to start summoning a small shock of electricity to jolt him out of if, but before she had succeeded in making such a thing, Kurama pulled back from her cleavage slightly so he could speak, “admit it Desota. You want to be my mate as much as I crave to be yours. You want me to posses you. You want me to quench this new desire I've shown you.” He left her even more speechless than before as he looked up into her aqua eyes, “you want me to love you as much as you love me.” His eyes now flashed with a new emotion that the female hanyou had hardly seen ever.

 

She remembered her father's neon green eyes flash like that when she was a kit as he stared at the mural of her mother and his mate on the wall of the den. The way he was left speechless after he took the time to look it over. When the young kit half breed had asked him if he was sad- Dehora Ishtar had replied with a gentle smile, `because I love her more than my life or this world god created itself. And that makes me unable to do anything but stare at her in awe.' He had replied. When his kit didn't understand, the great black fox laughed, `It means I love your mother with all I am and I'll do anything to ….protect her. Even if it means to leave her.'

 

Desota stared up at him shocked as her heart did flip flops over and over, “You-You love me? You love a hanyou like me?” she couldn't believe it! How could he act so sure about this?!

 

“I love you more than life its self, Desota. You're stronger than most demons anyway- regardless of if you're a hanyou or not. Even if you weren't that much, I'd still love you. No matter what you do or say- I won't change the way I feel.” His eyes searched hers for some kind of reaction other than shock.

 

She ducked her head to hide. Opting rather to nuzzle her head under his chin lovingly as she thought a moment, `He loves me. He said what my father said about my mother. He's protected me and showed me love I've never had before and he could care less about my blood or Ryu. But…… do I love him enough to give up all I've done not to get into this situation?' she thought.

 

Yoko sensed her uncertainty and used his chin to press her head deeper into his neck as he embraced her tightly in his arms. Thoughts of desire faded as his only thought now ran in line with Kurama's as well- sooth their mate's uncertainty and pain. He let a low rumbling growl vibrate his chest in a purr like way and felt her tensing muscles relax almost instantly as he rubbed his cheek reassuringly in her hair.

 

Desota smiled and let out a small giggle as she turned her head up to him and nuzzled his neck in return with her own little lighter purr. His purr got louder as he showed his appreciation of her reaction. He hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear, “I love you Desota.” Then he kissed the lobe of her ear gentle and smiled when she sighed and leaned even more to him.

 

“I….. I love you too.” She admitted, “I love you Yoko Kurama,” she used the one name she knew was his true name- although she still didn't know that Yoko still lived in him just as he was so long ago when he was taught how to fight by her own father. He'd show her that form soon enough.

 

He sighed, “good. That's a good mate,” he kissed her lips gently then pulled back, “now say it again.” He smirked. She rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to live this down for a while and she knew it.

 

“I love you mate.” She repeated.

 

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“For the 12,234,459,000th TIME-,” Hiei growled annoyed, “NO”

 

“And why not?” Yumi pouted as she slouched her in her cross-legged sitting position in his lap. The two of them had been taking a break from their `usual' activities to go out and fish for their food in the river to relax.

 

“Because I said so. That's why.” Hiei replied as if that were final.

 

Yumi's hand twitched as she held back the urge to strangle her newly pronounced mate. He just HAD to be difficult ALL the time- didn't he?!

“That's not the answer I'm looking for and you know it.”

 

“It's the only answer I'm giving you and `you know it'.” He almost mocked her. Somehow, even though they hadn't actually `joined' together as mates, Hiei had seemed more laid back and open with her now. He wasn't as cold as he was before and not as negative, but at the moment, all Yumi could see was a spiky-haired jackass.

 

She was about to retort accordingly when he shushed her again, “there's something on the line,” he excused- again. Every time she worked up enough guts to lash out at him, he made an excuse that `something was on the line' and leave her side a few minutes- come back and kiss her sense-less then relax again as if nothing happened.

 

It was frustrating!!

 

`He's learned too many sly moves from being so close to Kurama and Yoko all the time.' She chastised inwardly as she seethed at his back when he left her to go to fishing line and `check'………oddly- this time he wasn't lying. There really WAS a fish on the line- nice and juicy looking too-

 

`No, no, no Yumi!!' she mentally scolded herself, `Stop thinking about food and think about a good come back for when he tries that little trick of his AGAIN!'

 

She nodded to herself at the boost of confidence- she wasn't going to lose this little `scrimmage' with her soon to be mate. If he wanted a battle of wits then he's on! Has he forgotten whom it was that spied on him and Kurama undercover when they went to the human world's offence?

`Well, he'll remember,' she smirked.

 

“Yumi? What are you thinking??” Hiei asked his mate. The wolf demon had an evil-looking smirk on her face that never spelled good fortune when he saw it. Last time lead to an annoying consequence- she made him model dress robes for a demon lords son at a fancy banquet. Hiei wasn't about to let that one slide.

 

Yumi jumped at being caught scheming, “N-NOTHING!!!” she yelped.

 

“What's with the smirk?”

 

“Uhh, thought of something I wanted to tell Dessy about Kurama…..,” she didn't lie completely. Anyone could see those two were probably going to end up together. If that was so, then Yumi wanted to tell Dessy some embarrassing stories about Kurama- who she had come to recognize as a brother she never had. Just like Yusuke and Kuwabara- since on a lot of the mission's they had, Yumi insisted on tagging along.

 

Hiei made it clear in his eyes that he didn't buy it but left her alone as he cooked their meal. Yumi sighed in relief, “oh really?” He said dryly, “Is that why you want to go back?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Then the reason you said earlier about wanting to help them doesn't even come to mind?” he got her.

 

“NO!” she lied.

 

“You're a terrible liar.” He wasted no breath telling her that every time. Yumi started to pout again as he walked over with her fish on a stick. She snatched it away moodily and turned her back on him to chomp away hungrily to one of her favorites- freshly caught fish. Hiei didn't take any offence at her cold jesters to him. Instead, he simply sat behind her against the tree trunk again and pulled her against him.

 

“You've got a lot of nerve to put me this close to you when I'm pissed at you.” Yumi growled.

 

“If you were going to rip my head off, you'd have done it soon as I reached out for you. You're not the waiting type.” Hiei shrugged.

 

Yumi huffed and scooted forward and away from his body then pointedly ignored him in favor of chomping away at her fish again. Her black wolf tale wrapped itself around her thigh as if she didn't even want that to touch him. However- the cold effect was washed away when Hiei noticed one black ear trained to him as her head only slightly tilted to him. He caught a glimpse of her forest green irises every now and then as they darted over her shoulder when she tossed her bangs back out of her face as a cover up. He had taught her well to cover up her spying tactics, but yet again there's a difference between student and teacher. As if that had clicked something in the back of his mind, Hiei almost stiffened when he realized his imagination had run off with that thought and showed him what else he could teach her.

 

`Damn fox and his damn thoughts rubbing off on everyone!' he cursed.

 

Yumi's shoulders slacked as she took a deep sigh when she finished her fish and threw the stick back to the forest. She slowly turned around to face Hiei again who was watching her almost indifferently. He knew she was going to try and convince him again.

 

“What is it now?” he sighed getting bored of this insistent game she brought on.

 

“Fine.” She lowered her head submissively as she crawled closer to him Hiei was surprised when she didn't stop until they she was laying on him with his legs on either side of her, “I give, Hiei- You win. No more talk about going back. Its irrational to think that way.”

 

Did he just hear her right? What the hell was she doing? He had to keep checking himself mentally to stop that burning blush from rising to his face at how close she was and the way she pressed herself comfortably against him. Hiei gritted his teeth tightly behind his closed mouth- not wanting to give any hint that she was having a big effect on him. `So long as she doesn't move to mu-,'

 

Too late. In order to situate herself more comfortably, Yumi moved her hips constantly as she twisted to try and find a comfortable spot on him. She smirked when she heard him hiss, `try and keep me from doing what I want huh? He'll regret that. He knows how hard headed wolf demons are.' She thought as an evil plan boiled in her mind, `Yoko'd be proud.'

 

“Hiei,” she said in an octave lower than normal. The husky note in it made Hiei alert suddenly- but it was hard for him to think about much else besides his `un-mated mate' lying so intimately against him! And squirming no less!

 

`Damn her '……. “Damn you,”

 

“Am I hurting you?”

 

“N-not really… ,” his voice was restrained only slightly, but she caught it.

 

“Why wont you let me go back huh? Its not nice to keep me from my pack you know.” She whimpered as she nestled her head over his heart as she curled up against him.

 

He let out a possessive growl as his strong arms wrapped around her, “I'm the only pack you can handle right now.”

 

“Oh really?”

 

“Shall I prove that point?” he hinted. Screw what he said earlier about not being like that pervert fox- his mate was in a position he was going to use to his advantage.

 

“Maybe after we find the others and see if we can help….,” she raised her head to the crook of his neck and breathed in his fiery scent of a fire demon. Hiei rested his cheek on her head and sighed- not thinking what she said over.

 

“What ever- so long as-,” huh?? One minute his little sexy mate was curling up to him readily- the next she was gathering their things as if they were……leaving, “Yumi-,”

 

“Well then, we should get going then if we want to catch up to them and check in on things.” She smiled at him with a wink.

 

Realization of what he had just walked into hit him, “Yumi, We're not going anywhere. It wouldn't look very good if we came back after I said I wanted no part in this on either side.”

 

“That's right- YOU don't want any part of it. But we are mates, so no one'll call ya on it if you're just there as my escort of sorts,” she explained as she stood straight with her hands on her hips, “now where did I put that sword…..,”

 

Hiei snorted as he stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist, “That was a dirty trick you tried wolf.” He whispered in her ear- enjoying they way she shivered as he caught her off guard.

 

“W-what trick” Yumi feigned innocents again. Hiei nuzzled her neck with a smirk as he let his head rest on her shoulder.

 

“Do that again and I wont let you go until I pay you back,” He taunted. Yumi jerked as he let her go and started helping her pack, “They'll more than likely come across this forest or close to it. I'll use my Jagan to make sure and we'll start from there.” He went on as if he hadn't just made a sexual threat at all.

 

Yumi just gawked at him, `note to self- don't use that trick or any other trick you over hear Kurama berate Yoko for…..' she thought.

 

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Later that night, when Desota and Kurama arrived home Desota lazily walked to her room and shut the door- not noticing Kurama had followed her in. when she turned around she jumped back against the closed door in surprise, “Kurama!” she hissed in a whisper- not wanting to wake anyone up.

 

He looked at her as if he hadn't done anything wrong, “what?”

 

“What are you doing in here? Go to your room!” she ordered.

 

“This is your room right?”

 

“No shit-,”

 

“Then this is mine as well.” He folded his arms in front of his chest with a shrug of his shoulders.

 

“What??!! No, no, no- Kurama, I'm not letting a guy sleep in this room with me.” Desota insisted as she opened the door. Kurama shut it form behind her and one of his vines held it closed. Desota glared at him as he was now eye to eye with her and almost pinned her against he door.

 

“Good thing I'm not just a `guy', then eh? I'm your mate.” He smirked.

 

“I agreed to say it, not play it.” Desota was blushing furiously. This had to be his other self's idea….. Then again his eyes were still that vibrant green with not a hint of gold in them. Ok….. She was screwed……oh crap.

 

“What's the difference?”

 

“I think you should know, smart ass. Now your going to call off your little vine plant friend and go to your room.” She insisted as she glanced up at the green vine running down the crack of the door and held it tightly closed, “besides, we're not alone in this house. What if some one hears you?”

 

Yoko smirked in Kurama's mind so strongly that hints of it tugged at Kurama's lips as well //so that's what she thinks we want to do? I was going to just cuddle tonight until after this whole Sensui thing goes down, but since she's offering….//

 

`Hold that thought…' Kurama said dryly- meaning- not tonight.

 

“Hear what? We're just going to sleep.” He said with innocents.

 

“Th-that's all?” did he just hear disappointment? That wouldn't do. Kurama hooked a finger under her chin to get her to look at him.

 

“If you wanted to do something more, we could always-,”

 

“No way buster!” she hissed, “I just can't believe its true!” she covered up her embarrassment as she went to her drawer, “and turn around, I need to change into a fresh night gown.”

 

Kurama did as told but he used his connection with the plant in the door to watch her with a smirk- Yoko's doing.

 

`You pervert! She told us to turn around!'

 

// And we did, but she didn't tell us we couldn't watch through our plant.// Yoko justified as he sighed appreciatively when the plant sent them the image of Desota shrugging out of her night gown and letting it pool around her feet to reveal her black undergarments. Idly, Yoko wandered what texture they were- silk or cotton?

 

`Don't try and justify this!' Kurama hissed.

 

//don't try and tell me you aren't enjoying this lover boy. Now shut up and watch.//

 

`She'll kill us soon as she finds out what we can do with our plants you know?'

 

//what she doesn't know can't harm her.//

 

Desota slipped into a long royal blue silk night gown with spaghetti straps and it stopped at her ankles with a slit on each side going to her mid-thigh she let her long black hair fall over her right shoulder as she looked over at Kurama, “you can look now.”

 

“I know-,”

 

//KURAMA!!! NO! BIG NO, NO!//

 

`Oh shit'

 

“What did you say?” Desota was suspicious now.

 

“That is I KNOW this will be a night to remember?” he tried.

 

She was too tiered to really call him on it. She'd do it later.

 

“Yeah, well don't get too excited. All we're doing is sleeping together-,” she stopped short as his smirk grew into a smug grin, “NOT LIKE THAT YOU PERVERT!” she threw a pillow at him as he chuckled at her embarised blush.

 

“Fine, fine,” he smiled at her as she pulled back the covers and looked at him as she waited for him to do the same.

 

He snorted as he pulled off his shirt, “wha- what are you doing??” Desota asked as she eyed the newly exposed skin.

 

He looked back at her as he climbed in the covers with her slightly surprised, “what do you mean??”

 

“You're shirt!”

 

 

Kurama smirked. She was so shy it was cute, “yeah, well I was hot. So it came off.” He shrugged, “I wouldn't care if you wore only your underwear to bed to keep cool.” He said slyly.

 

Gone away was the shyness, “Nice try,” she swatted his shoulder as she turned away from him and settled down to sleep.

 

“Can't blame me for trying.” Kurama shrugged.

 

“Oh really….,” Desota yawned as she felt herself drift off.

 

Kurama chuckled as he carefully tucked her against him, “Really, really,” he assured as he kissed her forehead.

 

Despite her annoyance, Desota shifted closer to him and used his shoulder as her pillow as she relaxed into him with a sigh before Kurama sensed her dosing off. He let his eyes close and soon followed after her- wanting to never let her go.