TheDarkestShinobi: Parts of this have been written for a while but I finally sat down and put it together so people who cared could have an end.

Kasumi wonders if he did this with Irene. The slow advance with warm fingers drawing circles on her thighs seems too perfect, as if they were practiced. The soft kisses on her neck bring desire to her mind, but she can't help her drifting thoughts, even as her body arches against his. He groans out and she wonders just how many times he's groaned like that with someone else. The last time she had him she knew it was different, the lost frenzy of desire was just for her, this, this was something she couldn't be sure of.

Ryu had her.

He had had her for years.

Kasumi had him for hours; moments, it was nothing in comparison. Yet it had hurt Ryu, oh it had hurt him so much that it filled her with sick satisfaction. Still, she knows it's not even close to what she could have done to him. She found herself more than forgiving now for something that was unforgiveable yesterday. She wouldn't justify it for him or make him justify it for her, but she would be the only one from this moment forward.

This is different. This isn't the way he needs to show affection for her right now. She brings her hand up to grab his chin and still it. He growls out and her other hand grabs the wrist on her thigh. She pushes as hard as she can and she knows she catches him off guard because he takes a few steps back before righting himself. She watches him plant himself and knows he wouldn't be moving again.

"What?" As she hears the desire in his voice, she hears his control over it. He would stop if she wanted him to and he would hate it. That causes her to feel a rush in her veins.

Ryu looks to her as he regains his balance. The lust present there causes heat to pool in her stomach and she swallows. Ryu's eyes fall to her throat. Does she still not want this? The thought stills every cell in his body. Ryu had felt like a part of him left with Irene, but he would break if Kasumi walked away from him too. He swallows before readying the argument he had come up with before for them, because it had to be them. It needs to be them.

"Not like that." She says, interrupting his train of thoughts, as she walks towards him with purpose. He seems to understand as relief courses through him and grabs the back of her head roughly as she comes closer. He crashes their lips together as her fingers tug on his hair. He groans lowly and she jumps up wrapping her legs around his waist. His doesn't know where to put his hands so he lets them roam as he takes a few steps backwards to where he knows her bed is.

Kasumi pulls back for air before lowering her leg and lifting Ryu's knee up just as he lifts the other leg to step back. He lets out a breath as his back hits the ground and she wants to take him like this. She knows Ryu wouldn't allow himself to be taken, not by someone he could fear. Kasumi spreads her legs for leverage and Ryu lets his hands settle on her waist as she continues to kiss him. He plants his heels on the ground before grinding up into her. He expects a weak moan and an arch of the back not a sharp gasp and grinding back. He pants before Kasumi rolls her hips against him and bites his neck.

Instinct screams at him and he clenches his hands so hard he knows she will bruise but he doesn't throw her off or snap her neck. Kasumi makes his body scream danger and he loves every second of it. She is not safe to him and he is not safe to her, but they are safe with each other. They can be now. She smirks against his neck as she continues to suck and mark him. He lets her as he loses himself to the haze of endorphins.

Where would she have learned that from? He can't ponder much more because she has used his hair to pull his head back and expose more of his neck, which she kisses. Ryu moans at that and she circles her tongue around the bruise on his neck. When she stops and breathes on it Ryu flips them over. Kasumi blinks to find herself on the ground, Ryu's hands on her waist as he uses his knees to spread her legs. She pushes off with her legs and rolls into a crouch in front of him. He follows her motions with his eyes and leans back onto his knees and toes.

"Are we playing cat and mouse, Kasumi?"

"Well, Ryu," and Ryu doesn't let her finish, because hearing his given name roll of her tongue with lust snaps his control. He lunges towards her and she laughs as he pushes her backwards. She meets his kiss with just as much intensity and when he pins her hands down she arches up. He lowers his hips to meet hers and starts thrusting against her. She rolls her hips into it as she breaks the kiss to moan. Ryu moves lower, biting and sucking at her neck. It's so much lighter than his and turns to color much quicker. Kasumi twists her wrist twice and Ryu pushes down on it to get her to stop, when she doesn't he pulls back from her neck to lock eyes with her. They are wide and lustful, but determined, so he releases her.

It becomes a race of who can get the other's clothes off faster and Kasumi wins. When Ryu lifts her garb over her head he is reminded of something he has wanted to do for a while now. She pulls on the string of her undergarment and he watches it fall to the ground.

"Hien-Saka-Otoshi." He growls and Kasumi blinks twice, she tilts her head adorably and Ryu nods. She then turns her head to the side and his eyes fall on the bright marks on her neck that he has already given her. "Do it," he instructs and she shakes her head. He takes a step backwards and she narrows her brows in confusion. "Hien-Saka-Otoshi." He repeats and she lets out a snort before taking a step and a half back.

"Fine, but I won't go easy on you." He smirks as he crouches slightly and then she jumps up flipping. Her thighs lock around his head as her hand grabs his hair. It's a tight grip and Ryu knows he wouldn't be able to pry her off. She curls her stomach and begins twisting her hips when his fingers squeeze her hips. She pauses and he takes a few steps forward.

"Ryu?" She places both her hands on his head and giggles. She's cut off as he repositions her slightly and her back hits the wall. "Ryu." It's a whimper now and his tongue darts out to taste her. Kasumi arches and pants as he begins to continue moving up and down, sucking on her clit gently. After that she throws her head back as he dives into her. He traces his name against her clit, scratches his pain into her thighs, etches his love onto her canvas. Her hands clench the hair on the back of his head that he swears he will never cut again. She groans out and his cock jerks in need. The heat settles in the bottom of her stomach and her breasts heave as she pants. She arches her back further into the wall trying to get closer to him and he growls into her. She is desperate for him, only him. His tongue thrusts inside her a few times and she squirms but she has nowhere to go right now. He sucks on her clit again as she gasps. It is quiet, tiny, but he knows it and listens for it. He continues to play with her, drive her close and back away, and he loves it.

Mine. Mine. He traces it over and over. He could feel her clit swell beneath his tongue and her muscles tighten under his hand and knew she was close to falling apart, and this time he takes a small mercy on her and lets her. Kasumi rushes off the wall and Ryu takes a step back, his eyes widening as he looks up to her, but he can't see above the swell of her breasts. Kasumi smirks and curls around him. As Ryu lets out the breath in his lungs from the impact Kasumi finds one of his many kunai and grabs it as she straddles his stomach. Ryu stops and stiffens at the sight of Kasumi above him with the kunai. He moves to quickly grab his and she leans forward so he stops. Ryu swallows but Kasumi doesn't seem to be threatening, still, his body is humming with anticipation and adrenaline.

"Your body must scream danger." She comments as she moves the kunai closer to him. He goes to move his arms but she moves her feet to pin his hands down. He's known she was flexible, her kicks, flips and tricks have showed it, but now, he can truly appreciate it. His eyes narrow on the kunai and he knows he could move if he really wanted to. She begins to trace his old scars with the tip of the kunai and his fists clench and his body tightens but he lets her. He hardens beneath her as she uses her tongue to trace where the kunai traced. He starts to breath heavy at the sensations of her, pleasing him but oh so close to hurting him. Fully capable of hurting him but choosing to kiss him instead.

"Kasumi…" She continues because while she is with him and only him, the ninja from the past gone and never returning, he needs to be all with her. Irene needs to not be option ever again. Ryu would think of nothing else but her and while she is aching to be filled she also knows this needs to be an experience that would never let him stray. She'd never set him free.

"Hmm?" She brings the kunai to his neck. "do you trust me, Ryu?" She asks and it's not fair of her to do that now but Ryu closes his eyes and lets out an exhale.

"With my life." His hands unclench and she smiles as she brings the kunai over his heart.

"And this?"

"Doesn't matter." His eyes open to look at hers. "You already have it. Kasumi chan." And it's too much for her so she throws the kunai behind her, barely hearing it sink into the wall and she is kissing him like she never will again. He moves from under her legs to grab her hips.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands grabbed her waist. He couldn't do anything but focus on her. When her tongue thrust he matched it perfectly, when it retreated he knew just how to chase it. He relished in every experience with her that he thought he'd never have again. He gripped her hips tighter, never again would she leave him. Her fingers glided through his growing hair grabbing it to keep him close.

"Only me." His words and actions sent her veins on fire, as if her blood was molten, scorching through her veins and lighting her up with desire she hadn't allowed herself to feel in so long. He felt his body heat at the touch of her cool skin, his heart raced and his breaths became pants. More. He wanted more of her, always more. He felt the fever rise in him and knew there was one cure; he had to be inside of her. He had to have her, he slides into her warmth and she moans.

"Mine." Ryu growled out, because he had to drill it into her and she had to know. Leaving him would never happen again. She was his, would always be his. "More." He had to have more, he knew what waited for him and he wanted it, badly. He had kept his distance, giving her time to think, but he could stand it no longer. She was his. Made for him.

"Do you love me?" She asked; it wasn't insecure; instead her tone was fiery and angry. He nodded; she pushed harder on his wrist and hissed the question out again.

"Yes."

"Then take me."

And he did, that night and every night he could.

The End.