Summary: One shot. Continues from "Everywhere."
Warnings: Lemon
Anywhere
With only a few weeks of school left Botan rushed through her room to get everything ready, her make up work was stacked in a neat pile on her desk and her books were stacked next to them. She sighed at the work she had just finished but she smiled that she was finally done. It had taken a while to make up for the work she missed during the Karasu thing.
Botan's usual pink kimono hugged her body showing her perfect figure and her blue hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She grabbed her work and stuck it in her bag. She wanted to turn it in as soon as possible before something else happened, and with her life something always did. She knew that her teacher would be there because he usually taught a yoga class on Saturdays.
She walked through the halls of the school and came to a pause at the door with a sign that read: Yoga classes she smiled and pushed the door open slowly not wanting to disturb anyone inside.
Her teacher looked up at her and smiled, he knew why she was there and he held out his hand. She nodded knowingly and handed him the folder with all her missing work in it. Normally teachers wouldn't give students this chance to make up work, but since Botan was from "another country" he let her. She bowed and walked out the door.
She was happy that it was over and felt her heart jump for joy as she thought of Kurama waiting for her at his house. She began to wonder if she would upset him by being a little late as she seemed to be.
Reaching his house he noticed that the shoes belonging to Shiori where missing and mentally smiled, she and Kurama would have so much fun when she left the house. Kicking off her shoes she opened the door and walked in. "Bushy tail!" she called his nickname out and got no reply. "Kurama?"
"Yes, my flower?" he smiled and stepped out of the kitchen that connected to the room she was in. "didn't I tell you I wouldn't answer to that nickname?"
"Yeah, but come on Kurama it's cute." She smiled at him and looked him over; he wore an apron that read: Kiss me I'm cooking, his red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and poured down like a flaming waterfall.
"What are you cooking?" she asked sniffing the air.
"Warm strawberry tarts." He beamed, "from the strawberries we planted the first time you came to stay." He crossed the room to her and loosely looped his arms around her waist and hugged her gently. "Want to help me? Hmm?" he whispered in her ear making her shutter lightly. "You can tell me more about your day dreams" She blushed at that.
"I knew I never should have told you about that. How did you trick me into giving it?" she growled and pushed him away. "Oh. Now I remember. You said you had them too and you would tell me what one was. Then after I told you, you just told me about a normal daydream."
"Is it my fault that you didn't specify what type of daydream it was?" He said coolly and headed into the kitchen. She gaped and followed after him
"But-"
"Yes, I knew what you meant, so how about you sit right here," he plucked her up and placed her on the island in the middle of the kitchen, "and look pretty for me while I finish these." He placed his hands on her knee caps and looked up into her eyes. "Can you do that for me?" he purred lowly.
"Y-yes, of course." She nodded never taking her eyes off of his. She snapped back to reality when he pulled his hands away. "So will you tell me about one of your sexy daydreams?" He shrugged and went back to placing strawberries on the tarts carefully.
She growled inwardly at his back and looked him up and down. He wore a loss blue shirt and light denim jeans and from the look of things they seemed to be very tight. A light smirk crept to her face as she hopped off the counter silently and slowly wrapped her arms around him from behind. He instinctively tensed at the feeling and shook his head. "Botan, didn't I tell you to…" he trailed off when a pair of small hands slid into his pockets, only a thin lining of fabric between her hands and his thighs.
"Shh, now is not the time for talking, unless of course you want to tell me about one of your daydreams." She whispered in his ear and licked the shell softly; her hands digging deeper, her fingertips lightly massaging his thighs.
Kurama closed his eyes trying hard to concentrate and not give in to her demands. He tried to speak but words failed him as he shook his head. She didn't like that, he could tell as she pushed her hips into him making his manhood press against the counter he stood before. His eyes widened and drifted to a close as his eyes rolled back. "Botan… S-stop I am trying to cook."
"Aww, what's wrong?" she purred in his ear teasingly. "Just tell me about your daydream and I won't have to continue." He could feel her breasts against his back and groaned in need.
"Fine. If you really want to know, I'll show you." He smirked and managed to push away from the counter and turned with the grace of a cherry blossom to the ground and captured her around the waist. By the time she could register what was happening it was too late; he had her pinned to the counter top in an instant.
"Kurama?" She paused when she saw lust in his eyes.
"Here's what you'll do." He smiled darkly as he pulled the apron off tossing it onto a stool nearby. "I will count to ten and you will run. I will come after you, and you don't want me to catch you. When I catch you it's over and you will be mine." He purred when he saw a smile in her eyes.
"O-Okay." She shuttered and hopped off the counter when he stared counting.
"One!"
She looked around the house and jumped behind a curtain.
"Two!"
She shivered and shook her head, it was too easy.
"Three!"
Walking past the living room she headed for the pantry.
"Four!"
She smiled and walked in and closed the door with a loud click
"Five!"
No, that was no good, she ran up the stairs silently
"Six!"
She walked into the library… Library!
"Seven!"
When did Kurama get a library this big?
"Eight!"
This was a good place to hide.
"Nine!"
She walked to the far end and hid behind a bookshelf.
"Ten!"
She held her breath and listened for him.
On the other end, in the kitchen, Kurama closed his eyes and sniffed the air catching her scent in the air was all he needed to do to find her. He smiled, he was on the hunt and there was nothing more invigorating for him, than being a hunter. Catching her scent he ran out into the living room and back into the pantry and smiled when her scent lead him up the stairs and into the library.
He pushed the door open slowly and walked in, the smell of new and old books covered her scent over. He growled but that soon faded, he would have to hunt the hard way. He closed his eyes and listened for her heartbeat. It was thumping hard and fast, 'Oh Botan, you are making this too easy.' He smirked and ran through the library looking between each row.
She heard him coming and ran silently through the huge room and behind a new shelf. She panted harder out of anticipation and fear. He was coming closer and closer and suddenly it was silent. She gulped and looked around. He couldn't see him but she knew he was there. She bolted for the door and saw him on the other end of the room. He looked at her intently and walked slowly toward her. She opened the door when he started to run and ran down the hall into his room.
He was right behind her when he walked in after her and walked toward her slowly. She backed away until her legs bumped the edge of the bed. "Gotcha." He smiled at her.
She gave a smiled and a nod and pulled him into a hard kiss. She held onto him tightly and snaked her tongue over his soft lips. He let her in slowly and nibbled on her tongue as it entered his mouth. Moaning he grabbed her hair ribbon and gave it a swift tug letting her hair cascade down around her. The smell of vanilla and cotton candy filled his nose. He broke the kiss, if only for a second and pushed her gently down on the bed.
She scooted up a little and placed her head on the pillow and looked up at him. He licked his lips: her legs were slightly spread and her arms where resting lazily next to her, bent up as if she were facing a man with a gun. He soft pink eyes looked at him in innocent want. Her lips were parted and wet slightly from the kiss they had just shared.
He licked his lips and crawled on top of her slowly and leaned down kissing her hard. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. "Kurama." She smiled after pulling away. He smiled back at her and leaned down placing his forehead to hers.
"You ready?" he kissed the tip of her nose lightly.
She nodded, "more than ready. Please Kurama." She arched up to press against him. "I love you."
"I love you too, Botan." He kissed her again, sliding his tongue in slowly tasting every inch of her. His hands worked at getting her clothes off. Successfully they found each other naked and paused to study each other. "Beautiful." Her body was almost pure white and every curve of her made him wanted her even more. A blush rose to her cheeks as she looked at him.
His body was perfect in every way, he was well toned and Botan's eyes went lower giving her a glimpse of his manhood. She bit her lip and lightly trailed her fingers down his chest and paused for a second before she ran her fingertips over his shaft. She felt him shutter at this and smiled up at him. "Oh Kurama, You are beautiful too." She blushed at how that sounded.
He smirked and gazed down at her intently and straddled her hips his hands placed on either side of her head. She reached up slowly and tugged his hair free letting it spill down over her; goose bumps prickled up as it swept over her breasts. Her arms lazily hung around his neck as she pulled him closer for a kiss. He paused slightly and looked down at her before spreading her legs slowly.
She nodded at his silent question and her eyes shut as he entered her slowly like a thief entering a house in the dead of night. A soft moan yanked at her lips needing to escape. Tears rolled down her cheeks like the morning dew from a leaf. Kurama leaned down to kiss them away.
Pure love flowed through both of them as he slowly started a rhythm, hips clashed against hips and moans drowned out one another as sweat coated their bodies. They were connected forever. Both lovers called out in pure passion as climaxes rushed through them in a simultaneous harmony that could only be felt by them.
"S-so this was your daydream?" she whispered through panting breaths.
"Hmm, sort of, I just added in the last part." He smirked teasingly as he draped his arm around her.
"Oh."
"I love you, Botan." He whispered.
"I love you too, Kurama." She smiled, "Bushy tail." She giggled and closed her eyes falling into a deep sleep.
"I told yo-" he paused and smiled as he watched her sleep, her head filled with sweet strawberry dreams.
Das Ende (The end for reals)