Standard disclaimers apply...
I don't own RuroKen, I am not Watsuki, I don't own anything... though I wish I'd own Saitou =^^=.

The lyrics belong to the song 'I drove all night' from Cindy Lauper... though I think the one I heard on the radio was a cover-version =^^=. Anyway, I thought it fit perfectly my characterization of 'The Right Side'.

I haven't written for a long time, I think I can do better than what I have written here, but I need some practice.

You'll have to bear it until I am back to my old style. Firuze und Kamorgana invested a lot of time to make the story half-way readable. Thanks to you both!

I am not a native speaker, so if you find any mistakes, you may keep them.

Enough blabbering, on to the story:

Summary:

Tokio drives home from a conference to surprise Saitou. NC-17 outtake from 'The Right Side'

For the tenth time within the last five minutes, Tokio checked her watch. Still 50 km to go until Tokyo's outskirts, she should make it in about half an hour if the highway wasn't too crowded. Two more hours before she was finally at his place.

The seminar had gone on her nerves. For five endless days - and nights - she had to be stuck in Kobe. Not that she didn't like going to conferences, but why did it have to be Kobe at this time of the year? The humidity had been unbearable, as well as her colleagues, by the end of her stay.

Five days of pure torture: sticky lecture halls and mouldy coffee. Old sandwiches, the fat of the filling already visible, indicating that they had stayed outside without cooling far too long.

The hotel room had been a pale shadow of a real one, with the air-conditioning being out of order. No other room was available and the electrician had needed four attempts to get the stupid thing working again. Unbelievable. If she worked with this efficiency, Tokio would have been fired already. The dead can't complain, she allowed herself to muse for a second remembering her forensic work.

She turned the volume of the music up to get rid of the annoying memories. Why on earth could she think only of the conference, now? It was over. Finally.

I had to escape

The city was sticky and cruel

During the past five days only one thought had occupied her brain: Saitou. Never before she had realized how dependant she had grown on their nearly daily encounters. Several times, she had been asked about her research by colleagues working in the same field and couldn't even focus on the most basic details, nearly making a complete fool out of her.

Luckily Tokio had always managed to pull herself together at the very last minute. But as soon as the discussion was over, Saitou had been the centre of her thoughts again. How she had missed him in her large bed.

She had called him several times, asking him about the investigation they both were involved in, both knowing that they wouldn't discuss sensitive themes on a cell-phone, both aware that Tokio had just called to satisfy her need for him. In the end the calls had met both their expectations. Yes, she smirked proudly; she was good with cell-phone sex. But she didn't call today.

Maybe I should have called you first

But I was dying to get to you

Tokio had missed their intimate encounters so much that directly after the last presentation, she had hastily excused herself and ran to her car. Due to bad luck her presentation had been this afternoon, there had been no chance to sneak out of the conference earlier.

She couldn't help but giggle at the image of a full lecture hall, everyone waiting for her appearance and herself already being back in Tokyo. Thinking of her boss learning about it, her giggles subsided. As far as her participation was concerned, the conference had been a waste of money. Thinking about the report she would have to write in order to justify her journey, Tokio began to get nervous. Even worse, her boss would ask her about the other groups and their progress in research. There wasn't a single word she was able to recall. She bit her lip angrily. How unprofessional of her!

She cast the annoying thought aside and thought of something more delightful. Her working together with Saitou, for example. It never got boring, they complemented each other, he needed the information she had and had the one she lacked. It was a fruitful liaison in many fields.

I was dreaming while I drove

The long straight road ahead, uh, huh

The way Saitou walked, alone, was driving her crazy, and when she finally imagined them together at his apartment...

Tokio had grown fond of his one-room apartment though she had the opportunity to live in the house she shared with Tomoe, Misao and Enishi. And Kaoru, Sagara, Asiyah, Kenshin, Megumi, Aoshi… and whoever was just sleeping there. She had no idea of who slept under their roof and who didn't. Enishi surely had, she bit her under lip in annoyance remembering his tantrums after the first night she had spent with Saitou. Sometimes Enishi was overprotective for sure.

It was way more appealing to spent the night at Saitou's place, to snuggle on his futon, wrap in his blanket while she was waiting for his return from duty, spending the time reading his books. Yes, Tokio had indeed found interesting books in his apartment, not that she had snooped around, they stood openly in his bookshelf beside his sleeping place. Tokio smiled smugly imagining how interested Aoshi and Enishi would be on what she found. Among others, there were books on psychology or university stuff. No normal police officer would read such books. There was more to know about Saitou than his belonging to the police force could say.  On top of it there had been an exam of the instructor-class of the Japan Karate Association at the Honbu-dojo/Takushoku university. What explained his well-trained body to her more than the - in comparison - lame exercises the police made.

Yes, to think of his sculptured body, she licked her lips wickedly.

She would let her hands wander under his t-shirt, feeling his well-built chest under her exploring touch. She would press her body against his, feeling his arousal through the fabric of their clothes. He would begin shivering while her fingers trailed down his spine, scratching him slightly. And then she finally would lift her head to look into his eyes... all she would see would be the desire burning inside them, lust to claim her here and now.

He would embrace her, torturing her slowly, and bending forward he would demand entrance into her mouth. His hands would manage to open the zipper of her dress, wandering up and letting it drop to her feet.

The sweet torture of his mouth would stop, his lips would trail lower, his tongue leaving a wet trail behind until he would still his motion, to concentrate on a little spot on her shoulder. The cold, wet sensation of his salvia and the hot tongue on her skin would spread goose bumps all over her body. As he bit her slightly, his teeth would scratch her sensible skin while he would concentrat on her breast and while his hand would start to explore her core, stroking her, teasing her, she would feel the heat emerging from her.

Could taste your sweet kisses

Your arms open wide

This fever for you is just burning me up inside

What was that? Where was she? Distracted, Tokio shook her head. She was still on the highway, one of her hands resting on her damp core, between her legs. Silly fool, she scolded herself. She wasn't far from his apartment and an accident was the last thing she wanted. It would mean an annoying delay not to mention that she would be deprived of sex for a long time if she were hospitalised.

Indeed, she wasn't far, she was in his street and she could already see his house. Luckily he had given her the key to his underground garage, she wouldn't need to look for a parking space.

He also had insisted that they spent the nights at his apartment since - as he stated - he couldn't stand the thought spending his nights on a regular basis in a house filled with morons. Though she didn't like her friends to be insulted, she had to agree to some extent. She understood what he meant. The last thing Tokio liked in the early morning was an overexcited Misao with her friend Kaoru in tow as well as Enishi lingering around checking residents and friends while they arrived and left. Tokio and Saitou wouldn't have spent one calm second together. Though Saitou might have managed to persuade Enishi; Tokio suspected.

I drove all night to get to you

Is that all right?

Relieved, Tokio locked the car. Driving in the current state of tiredness that possessed her had been risky, to say the least. But she couldn't have spent another night without him - not to mention the damaged air conditioner. It took her only a few seconds to run up the steps and to stand in front of his door. She managed to open it almost without noise and to bare her feet of her high-heels. Absentmindedly, she massaged her feet before going further, it had become a habit since she began to wear these shoes all day.

I drove all night

Crept in your room

She sneaked into his room, only to notice that he stirred on the futon, looking into her direction. She should have guessed that it was impossible to sneak beside him without awakening him. Without giving it a second thought, she tossed her dress aside and hurried over to him, snuggling under his blanket. Disturbed in his sleep, he just grumbled, he wasn't fully awaken yet. Tokio couldn't resist the temptation and kissed him on the mouth. There wasn't much resistance and sleepily he granted her entrance, not moving much yet. But this would change soon; Tokio smirked.

"You have no idea how much I have missed this."

She murmured softly in his ear.

 

Woke you from your sleep

To make love to you

Is that all right?

“Tokio, what are you doing here? It is 3 am.”

I drove all night

His deep voice - mixed with an annoyed undertone - was the sweetest music in her ears, arousing an undeniable heat inside her. Tokio felt as if she had missed this forever. Never again she would agree to participate in a conference in another city, not even at gunpoint.

What in this world

Keep us from tearing apart

His soft hair with his unruly, trademark strands falling into his face, the narrow eyes just opening sleepily, Tokio couldn't help but to kiss him again, exploring his mouth leisurely. Nothing had changed. But what could change within five days? Her thoughts became illogical; she had arrived in time, before she was too tired.

"I drove all night to make love with you."

She felt his heartbeat fastening as she laid a hand on his naked chest, he didn't approve of her behaviour. Was he angry because she was unreasonable? Driving alone the whole way while being tired? Tokio cast the thought aside and continued her task. Oh, yes, she remembered very well, as her hand travelled lower, that Saitou used to sleep in the nude at this time of year.

"You could have had an accident, while driving sleepy and alone."

*Especially with the way you drive* she completed mentally his unspoken thought.

She snuggled closer, reaching for his lower parts, rubbing her body against his.

"I couldn't resist the temptation."

The effect it had on him made her not regret her decision, Saitou was finally waking up.

No matter where I go I hear

The beating of your heart

Tokio had imagined for five long, lonely nights how these hands would run across her body, building up inside her a heat she barely experienced before. The way Saitou held her eyes captive with his predatory look, staring at her intensely like a wolf on the hunt. She liked to be a prey; preys tended to fight for their life and so she usually did. But this time Tokio only wanted to surrender, making up for the lonesome nights of the last week.

I think about you

When the night is cold and dark

Swiftly, she turned and pulled out the condoms he kept under his futon since she had placed them there. It was way more convenient, as she had argued. Tokio left no doubt that she wanted him now, and Saitou was yielding to her desire, trailing from her mouth to her breasts, teasing them through the silken fabric of her bra. His wet tongue stroking her, playing with her, sent goose bumps all over her body, his technique was unique.

No one can move me

The way that you do

No matter what the others said, Enishi warning her that he would drop her after he had had his share, Aoshi saying he would just use her, Megumi stating he would be scary, Tomoe encouraging her to look for a *proper* man, she would still surrender. Tokio didn't care about the results of his investigation anymore, as long as she could sleep beside him... and with him.

Nothing erases the feeling between me and you

Tokio was paying close attention, rubbing herself against his manhood. How she had missed this feeling of getting him harder with the slightest touch of their skins. And how she had missed the feeling of his mouth exploring her breasts. He was torturing one, his wet tongue leaving her nipple erected behind. Saitou's hands seemed to move on their own accord, stopping short as he noticed with a groan of approval that she was wearing a garter belt. Tokio had worn it since yesterday, for she knew how he liked to imagine what was under her skirt and that he would be the one to enjoy it. When she stripped off, it would still smell like her and she could leave it here.

She shuddered in anticipation. He had found her very core and began stroking her in long gentle movements. By wise forethought, Tokio had dropped her pants in the entrance together with her shoes. Not that Tomoe or her sister would call this little piece of lace actually a pant, more an excuse for one. His strokes got stronger, more urgent; while she was taking care of his hard cock with her hands and while her legs continued rubbing his balls. How did she manage to bear five nights without him?

I drove all night to get to you

Is that all right?

Yes, that she had made all the way directly after the conference was like a confession to him, and Saitou was aware of it. In the silver moonlight shining through the windows, Tokio could tell from the way he smirked that he had realized her surrender. It was too late to keep a distant façade; she depended on him and had just admitted it through her actions. The realization seemed to turn him on, his strokes got as intense as they could, making her moan in pleasure.

I drove all night

Crept in your room

Openly aloof, Saitou turned onto his back. Tokio couldn't turn her gaze away from his erected cock, looking almost surreal in the cold light, standing high in the air. She didn't need a second invitation and moved over him. She placed the condom on his tip and skilfully unrolled it with her mouth. Yes, she was good with this, she boasted inwardly, feeling his surprise. His eyes widened as she slowly sat down on him without waiting anymore, savouring centimetre by centimetre the fact that he filled her, completed her. It felt so right accepting his full length while engraving every detail of the muscles on his chest and arms with her fingers. She wanted to recall it the next time they were parted... hopefully never again.

"Tokio..."

Woke you from your sleep

To make love to you

"Sssshhhh." she silenced Saitou with a kiss. "Don't ask, the conference was a disaster and pure torture without you around."

Tokio was kneeling upon him, covering his length completely, a sensation she didn't want to loose. Not yet. As she began moving, sitting up and down, his long, hard dick leaving her, filling her again, the sensation got more intense with every move. She didn't want to hold back and she couldn't, as lust had taken her completely under control. While throwing her head back and looking up to the ceiling, she felt herself clenching for the first time around him, proof of her desperate need for him.

Is that all right?

I drove all night

His smirk didn't subside. After the first violent wave that had taken over her cooled down, Saitou pulled Tokio close. At the contact of her nipples wrapped in the wet, cold silken bra against his warm chest, shivers ran down her spine. He managed to touch her very core just with that move. Then, he kissed her like her had never kissed her before. It was almost tender, exploring her mouth and shoulders not only in a sexual way, he was possessive, sensual, demanding, and giving all at once. The burning desire for him didn't ebb; it got only stronger.

Could taste your sweet kisses

Your arms open wide

This fever for you is just burning me up inside

Rolling onto her side, Tokio took Saitou with her. With another swift move she turned her back on him and knelt down, bending forward. Doggy style. She had had her share; it was his time - and hers once more. Saitou didn't need a second invitation and penetrated her deeper in one fluid stroke, burying himself inside her. It was more a claiming than anything else, and it was one of the best feelings that Tokio ever had. Being wanted by the man for whom she'd give anything, if he'd ask her. She had no doubt left about it.

I drove all night to get to you

Is that all right?

It didn't take him long, Tokio felt Saitou exploding inside her. She knew how he liked this position and she had realised that he had been close to the point before. She barely contained a grin, imagining Megumi making jokes about dogs and wolves. Tomoe would surely leave the room in disgust.

Slowly Saitou left her, barely managing to pull the condom off, making a knot in it and throwing it directly in the trashcan. It barely took a few seconds before he murmured

"Good night." and fell asleep again.

I drove all night

Crept in your room

Woke you from your sleep

To make love to you

Once again Tokio thought that it had been worth to drive back as she observed his sleeping form. Why did men always have to sleep after having sex? Not that she didn't have her own climax, not that she didn't move at all. Well, it couldn't be helped; she snuggled closer to him.

"Tokio, I want to sleep." Saiotu grumbled.

Yes, she wanted to sleep now, too. But she had to ensure to have contact with him; otherwise Tokio would sleep as disturbed as she had in her hotel room.

I drove all night... to hold you tight

She was doomed.

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A/N

My God... I can't believe that I of all people have written this...

I hope you all *enjoyed* reading =^.^=

I can't find it appealing in any way :-)).

Jaaaa naaaa

Mara