Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Ah, a spin-off...cause I don't think it could really pass as a side story. AU to the furuba universe, this story takes place several months following "That Fated Day". I'm a stickler for timelines. A Shigure and Rin story...and this part is told from Rin's POV. LEMON warning. Standard Disclaimer follows story.

Part Two - THE MISTAKE

This is such a mistake.

But then why...? His nearness. His attentiveness. Why does it feel so good?

He rolls over onto his side, forcing me to lie across from him on mine. His hands begin roaming my body and I can do little in this position to stop him. They're everywhere, awaking me. His kiss is so caring that for a moment I almost believe that he does care.

It's an act like everything else. A lie.

We're so close that I can feel the heat pour off of his naked form. My hands begin to move on their own, caressing the smooth expanse of his chest and the firmness of his abdomen. I always imagined my cousin to be a bit pudgy under his robes, being that he sits at a desk all day.

But that is far from the case for Shigure.

No six pack abs either.... Not like Haru.

Haru.

His muscles jump under my touch and I can feel his heartbeat pulsing through him. My heartbeat quickens in response. Licking my lips, I move my hands under the sheets in search of him. He's easy to find as the sheet begins to rise with him. He groans as I wrap my fingers around him and I allow myself a small smile.

I should leave.

It would serve him right if I leave him hanging now. But there's just something about him that draws me. Lures me in and keeps me suspended, even if only for a short period of time. His presence soothes me. His warmth comforts me.

It's absolutely disgusting, but I can't help myself.

I need this. I need him.

Stroking him lazily with my hands I break our kiss to trail my lips back along his jaw and stop when I reach his ear. There's a tender spot just above his rapidly beating pulse-point. Applying a little pressure I elicit another moan from him. I nip at the spot with my teeth, pulling not too hard on the skin before licking the marked skin and move on.

My hands start moving faster as my kisses trail downward along his neck and across one shoulder. With my tongue I trace a path directly downward towards his chest. Taking a hardened nipple into my mouth, he moans again. His hips buck upward into my touch, wanting me to move even faster. I release the nipple and a light laugh escapes my throat. It's a sound somewhat strange to my own ears.

Oh no you don't. You're not getting off THAT easily.

But my plans are ruined when he rolls over on top of me, pinning me beneath him. Our lips meet in a scorching kiss. His hands begin roaming, settling time and again on my breasts. Our hips kiss each other as well, grinding together in search of fulfillment.

I have no idea how turned on I am until he settles himself between my legs and thrusts inward. I'm expecting some horrible burning sensation, some awful cutting friction. Instead he slides in easily, as if he's made to be there. His face in my neck, he moans as he's lodged deep within me. I don't want to further his pleasure, wanting to torture him a little more for making me stay, but my body turns traitor, arching for the touch of his hands, his lips.

Warmth, needed and familiar, begins to grow in my stomach. I can feel my muscles contracting around him as he plunges in and out of my center. I moan, gasping his name as I feel my orgasm approaching. I try to fight it but it only comes more intensely, fighting back.

"Shigure! Yes!"

I'm vaguely aware of calling his name as my orgasm washes over me. I stop fighting and let the warmth and light bath me. My body is still responding though as Shigure is still pumping into me. My eyes meet his and the smile that appears on his lips sends a shiver down my spine.

The bastard is no where close to coming and I'm the one who's going to be tortured.

Dammit. I hate him.

Things used to be so simple between us. A simple physical attraction with no strings attached. Lately though, I feel as though strings have been popping up everywhere. Oh who am I kidding? The strings feel more like chains! Things just aren't simple anymore. Perhaps I'm reading far too much into our relationship.

Wait a minute. What relationship?

It's more like an agreement. We're there for each other when needed. Just...there. Simple as that. No emotion. Just physicality. Lust if you like. But it's controllable. I can stop seeing him whenever I want.

I feel myself being impaled upon him, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts. I can't suppress the groan that rumbles from my throat. Am I sitting up now? Yes, I am. I start a slow rhythm, pushing my hips forward then pulling them back. Again there's no pain, no friction. Just a entangle of nerves awash in pleasure.

Oh, who am I kidding?!

Since Haru went back to Europe I've told myself that I can move on. I know he loves me and I will hold that in my heart always. I can change my life for the better. I want to change.

So then why? Why do I keep coming back to Shigure?

Kami, when did I get so needy?!

Actually I've been needy for a long time. I just tend to hide it very well. Ever since Akito threatened to send Haru away if we continued to see each other. I couldn't have cared less what that idiot thought. If I wanted to see Haru, I'd see him.

Then he threatened the unthinkable.

And I backed away.

I wasn't strong enough then.

That was years ago. Feels like decades.

Yet, Akito still managed to send Haru away. And just when I was ready to tell him my feelings straightforward. Just when I felt I was strong enough.

Damn him.

And damn Tohru Honda.

Their relationship forced me to take another look at my feelings for Haru. I love Haru, but deep down, I know I can't stand to see him hurt. The look in his eyes when he left for England that day still haunt me. Oh he was cheerful enough to make a few tart remarks, but I could see the pain in his eyes.

And all because he'd fallen in love with the riceball!

Kami, did I ever get jealous!

Still, I find it difficult to bring myself to hate her. Truly and deeply hate her. Sure I talk the talk, but I just don't FEEL that way. Maybe it's my love for Haru that makes it easier to accept her.

Or perhaps it's my pity for Yuki. It took me a while to digest that I could even feel for the rat. We've never really gotten along, but you just had to feel for the guy. We were both in the same boat -- stranded without anyone to turn to.

Well, all right, I did have someone. But I'm not proud of it.

Sort of.

I'm jolted from all thought when Shigure enters me again. When did he leave? Where am I now? I'm on my hands and knees, his hands grasping my hips and pulling me back towards him. This is one of his favorite positions and it's easy to tell why. The arch of my back, the angle of my hips and the direction and rate at which he thrusts are all key. And if he tilts just so there's this one spot that'll make me scream REALLY loud....

I come again before I can gain my bearings. I let it wash over me and ride it into another orgasm. Shigure continues to thrust into me, drawing out more of my juices and making me come over and over again.

Finally he slows, sitting backward on his heels and drawing me with him so I sit on his lap. He's still hard within me, but I can hear his uneven breathing, feel the pounding of his heart against my back as he hugs me from behind. He's getting close.

I rock my hips backward, sending him a bit deeper within me. He groans, his lips leaving light, wet kisses along my left shoulder blade I do this again and he answers back, rocking his hips forward. It's my turn to groan.

We do this for awhile until Shigure can take no more. His hands securely on my hips he begins pumping me on top of him. His grunts and moans are muffled by the flesh of my shoulder. I feel myself glowing again, the light reaching for me. I latch onto it quickly, gasping as I come.

The light then washes over Shigure. He bites into my shoulder as he releases into me. I cry out again through the haze of my orgasm, my muscles clenching to keep him inside me until he's spent. I know he's finished when his forehead hits my shoulder in the same spot which he marked me. I wince slightly, the skin a bit tender.

"I'm going to have to start feeding you dog biscuits if you keep biting me like that."

That comments earns me a satisfied chuckle. He pushes me away gently, slipping out of me as he does so. There's a satisfied glow about him. I can feel the same glow emanating from myself. Closing my eyes, I can feel darkness tugging at the edge of my consciousness. My arms and legs feel numb and I collapse to the bed in a heap.

This was a mistake.

I should've left when I had the chance.

I hate you, Shigure! I hate you for making me fall in love with you.

I'm not sure what time it is when I finally wake up. All I know is that there is an excruciating pain in my stomach and I need to get to the bathroom. Tossing aside what few sheets I have -- the damn dog hogs them all -- I try to make my way quietly down the hallway. I realize belatedly that I should've grabbed something to cover up with, but right now I could care less if Kyo sees me naked. Let him knock himself out for all I care.

When I finally make it to the bathroom, I drop to my knees in front of the toilet and begin heaving.

This has been a morning exercise for the past three days. That's why I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon. I'm not much of a morning person and I don't like to vomit. It only makes me feel like shit. And I don't like feeling like shit either.

Then fear grips me -- like it has for the past three days -- low in the belly and realization tries to make itself known once again.

Please Kami, don't let it be so.

Don't let me be pregnant.

~TO BE CONTINUED~