Author's Notes: Hmmm...this is just a little one shot I thought of due to constant listening to 'Change' by Deftones. Yep. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII The Porcelain Interlude by Silver Miko (who is so close to taking a bat to her shitty router) Hearing the knock on her door, Misao opened it to reveal a tall, extremely handsome man dressed in denim jeans, a tight black tee-shirt, and wearing two studded leather wrist cuffs. His black bangs fell over his blue eyes that were currently looking over her attire. "Interesting attire." he said, referring to the fluffy yellow robe she wore. Misao slapped him him on the arm and gestured for him to come inside as she shut her door. "I just have to get dressed and we can head out." she said as he followed her into her bedroom and watched as he sat at the edge of her bed. "So where are you kidnapping me to tonight?" he asked, grabbing the stuffed black P-chan pig on her bed as she grabbed a dress hanging on her closet door and went over to her dresser. She grabbed a pair of silver earrings and put then on, watching as Aoshi tossed her P-chan plushie up and down. "Are you abusing my P-chan?" Aoshi stopped what he was doing and set the plush pig down and held his hands out. "I'm done, I swear. Now get dressed." Misao turned and furrowed her brows at him. "I would if you would so kindly give me my privacy." "It's nothing I haven't seen before, Misao." he murmured, causing her to blush. She had met Aoshi a year and a half ago at a club with her friends where they had hit it off on the dance floor. They had shared a couple of drinks and the next morning they woke up naked in her bed together quite flustered and embarassed. Despite the initial ackwardness, their one-night stand ended up forming into a solid friendship and Aoshi was now her clubbing buddy. They both never really spoke of their one-time intimacy despite the fact that as Misao watched him sitting on the edge of her bed, she couldn't help but want to feel his tanned skin against hers again. Shaking off those thoughts, she slid off her yellow robe and saw Aoshi smirk at the black bra and underwear she wore. "Black, Misao? How naughty." "It goes with the dress." she said with a shrug as she stepped into the dress and pulled it up, then reached back to zip it up but had some trouble. "Allow me." Aoshi murmured as he was suddenly behind her, fingers dancing over the pale skin of her back as he slowly zipped the dress up. He gazed at the back of her neck for a moment and then stepped away. He looked at her dress and gulped. It was a spaghetti strapped dress that fell to just below her thighs. It was made of a dark crimson satin material with gauzy black silk over it and the neckline was rather low-cut. Misao didn't have the biggest chest, but Aoshi thought she was the perfect size for her petite frame. Her hair was in a braid and she wore a pair of leather boots. "You ready?" "Oh yes, shake me, shake me, Aoshi take me!" she said with a giggled as he arched an eyebrow and grabbed her by the waist, ignoring her cry of protest when he hauled her up and held her by the waist and led her out of the apartment and down onto the street. "Aoshi, you can put me down!" she said, half-laughing, half-annoyed. He set her down on her feet as she linked her arm with his and led him onward towards the club down the street called 'Draco', one of Misao's favorite clubs that had a punk/gothic feel to it. They got into line and Misao began tapping her feet against the pavement as they waited. Aoshi watched bemused as she hopped from one foot to the other next to him. He smiled at that. She was just too cute sometimes and it just made her more irrestitible to him. Cute and sexy all wrapped up one that Aoshi couldn't help but want. At first when they had met, he was in shock that he had drunkenly slept with her. Then he got to know her and they became friends and everything was great except... He wanted more. He wanted her. He wanted her smiles, her laughter, wanted to feel her against him and never let go. "Oi oi cutey, what's your name?" Misao blinked and looked over her shoulder at the slick looking guy in bright red eying her quite un-subtly and she gulped. "I, Makimachi Misao, do not give my name to greaseballs!" she said, placing her hands on her hip and eyeing him menacingly. "Anou, you just did." the 'greaseball' commented. Misao put a hand over her face and sweat-dropped, then felt a warm, familiar arm drape over her shoulder. "She's with me. Get lost." Aoshi's deep voice threatened, and Misao watched with relief as the greaseball backed off. That was one of the good things about Aoshi, he was hot...and intimidating when need be. And very good at it. He just emitted this 'fuck with me and die' vibe. 'Although I WOULD very MUCH like to fuck with him.' her mind whispered and Misao smirked at that thought. Soon enough they made their way into the club which was lit with red and violet light as a loud techo-ish sounding rock song blared through the room. Misao bobbed her head lightly to the music as she grabbed Aoshi by the hand and led him to the dance floor, and he silently followed. She began dancing and he followed along, pulling her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her as they swayed to the music. ::they say...that I should learn to kill before I can feel safe:: ::but I..I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave:: :;sometimes......I feel like I should go and play in the thunder:: ::sometimes...I just don't want to stay and wait for a wonder:: ::I've been watching...I've been waiting..in the shadows for my time:: ::I've been searching..I've been living for tomorrows of my life:: Misao leaned her head back against his chest as she rested her hands on his as they continued dancing like that to the rest of the song. She could faintly feel his heart beating and felt a slight dizzy feeling. As the song ended, Misao broke away from him and looked up at him, cheeks flushed. "I need a drink." she murmured, and Aoshi simply nodded and led her to the bar as they hopped onto a set of stools. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked, and Misao pursed her lips in thought. "Two Smirnoff Apple Twists." Aoshi said suddenly, and Misao looked up at him and laughed. "That's just what I was going to say. I swear you're psychic." she mumbled. Aoshi smiled softly. "No, just when it comes to you." he murmured, leaning closer to her as he spoke. Misao rested her chin in her hands as the bartender set the two bottles down before them. Aoshi grabbed his and took a sip and Misao nibbled on the bottle spout, something which Aoshi found intensely intriguing as her little pink tongue darted out to capture stray drops of the sweet, apple-flavored liquid. Misao looked at him as she drank, and set her bottle down to smile at him. "What? Do I have something on my face?" she asked. Aoshi shook his head and reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering across her cheek. She closed her eyes and memorized the brief contact as she finished her drink and stood up. "Um, I'm going to hit the dancefloor. Just find me when you're done, ok?" she said, smiling falsly as she hurried to the dance floor, exhaling. The urge to touch him, kiss him...amongst other things had become too strong and if she didn't get away she'd do something that could possibly destroy their friendship. As much as she wanted Aoshi, she didn't think he wanted that between them and she'd be damned if she lost him completely. But it really was unfair, he was just so irrestitible tonight. It was like he was giving off erotic vibes that were driving her absolutely insane with want. She noticed vaguely that the lights had changed to a dim blue as a slow beat began as she felt herself standing still at the edge of the dance floor, almost lost, completely overwhelmed. ::I've watched you change:: ::Into a fly:: ::I looked away:: ::You were on fire:: She gasped softly when she felt a hand on her waist as an arm wrapped around it, leading her onto the packed dance floor as she felt herself almost slammed against Aoshi's muscular chest. Her palms felt like they were burning from contact with his clothed skin as she looked up at him, ocean blue eyes slightly wide as he looked down at with a piercing blue gaze as hips began moving to the music together. ::I watched a change:: ::In you:: ::It's like you never:: ::Had wings:: ::Now you feel:: ::So Alive:: ::I've watched you change:: Aoshi pressed her closer to him, one hand splayed across her lower back and other between her shoulders as he pressed his hips into hers in a seductive dance that elicited a gasping moan from her making a smirk form on his face as he lowered his head to brush his lips across her temple and then to her ear, whispering her name huskily before capturing her sensitive earlobe between his teeth, nibbling gently. ::I took you home:: ::Set you on the glass:: ::I pulled off your wings:: ::Then I laughed:: Misao's hands moved around to grip at his back as she blindly moved closer against him, almost panting as he left her earlobe and brushed his lips against hers before capturing her mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue sliding against her lips and coaxing hers apart as he stroked her tongue with his. Misao could feel a hardness against her stomach, and desperately wanted them to be at her apartment where they could really continue this dance. ::I watched a change:: ::In you:: ::It's like you never:: ::Had wings:: ::Now you feel:: ::So alive:: ::I've watched you change:: ::It's like you never:: ::Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh:: They broke apart, gasping for breath as blue met blue in an intense, passionate gaze. Misao's lips were swollen and her face was flush as she bit her lower lip. "Aoshi...I want.." she began, her voice breathless as he nodded and grabbed her, leading her away from the dance floor quickly as lust drowned out rational thought and they soom found themselves in the sparkling, tile-laden men's room as Aoshi practically leaped into an empty stall and slammed the door shut and locked it as Misao found herself almost slammed against the stall door as his lips assaulted hers again, his hands fluttering down her hips as he slid then under the hem of her dress and tugged at the silky material of her black underwear, down her legs as he absently-mindingly hung them on the coat hook on the wall. ::I look at the cross:: ::Then I look away:: ::Give you the lungs to:: ::Blow me away:: "Aooooshii!!" Misao cried out as he thrust into her, his lips and teeth biting and sucking at the skin of her neck leaving small marks that she didn't care about that the moment as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She slapped one palm against the stall wall and one around his neck to support herself as he moved into her with unbridled passion, unable to get a control over his desire for her as he lightly slammed her against the stall door repeatedly and drowned in the sounds of her moaning as she tugged at his hair and moved his face to hers to kiss him as she tightening her hold around his waist, matching him thrust for thrust. ::I've watched a change:: ::In you:: ::It's like you never:: ::Had wings:: ::Now you feel:: ::So Alive:: ::I've watched you change.:: ::Now you feel Alive:: ::::You Feel Alive:: ::I've watched you change:: ::It's like you never:: ::Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh:: Misao felt herself ready to go over the edge, chanting his name against his ear as she suddenly felt a wave of pleasure wash over her and she flung her head back as she came, crying out his name as he soon followed her, growling her name. Their movements slowed and they looked at each other while trying to catch their breaths, and Misao couldn't help but feel overjoyed as she saw the smile of bliss on Aoshi's face. "Aoshi...wow..." she mumbled, resting her head against his shoulder as she untangled her legs from his waist and stood on shaky feet. He helped her to stand and straighten her dress. "Aa...while I did not intend for this to happen here...Misao..I've wanted this, wanted you for a long time." he murmured, brushing his lips against her forehead. Misao closed her eyes and sighed. "Me too because just to let you know, I love you." Aoshi felt his lips quirk as she squeezed her shoulder and he unlocked the stall door. "I love you too, Misao." he murmured and opened the door for them to walk out. Only to blink as they saw a tall man with gelled back black hair sitting on the sink smoking, his gold eyes narrowed. "That's cute, really. Now if you two are done having stall sex, some people have business to attend to." Misao blushed beet red as Aoshi merely swallowed ackwardly and placed a hand on Misao's lower back. "Let's go." he murmured and Misao nodded, walking past the smirking man named Saitoh Hajime and Misao sniffed the air lightly and gasped. "Aoshi, he's high!" she murmured as Aoshi led her outside the bathroom. Saitoh smirked and chuckled to himself as he finished his cigarette, noting to himself he needed to stop and pick up a bag of Funyuns from the convenience store. His head lifted as he heard the bathroom door open and watched as a flustered Misao scurried in and went over to 'the stall', blushing madly as she grabbed her forgotten underwear and practically ran out and followed Aoshi as they left to continue where they left off to the safety of Misao's apartment, away from strange men on drugs and in the comfort of a bed. "Good thing I don't have to work tomorrow because I have a feeling I'm going to be REALLY tired." she said as they entered her apartment. Aoshi grinned as he grabbed her and whispered against her ear. "You have no idea..." And with that Misao sped off for her bedroom as Aoshi stalked behind her, both leaving articles of clothing in their wake. As they fell to the bed, Aoshi tossed P-chan to the floor and Misao paused, eyes narrowing. "Are you abusing P-chan again?" Aoshi grumbled. "You and that damned stuffed pig." IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII THE END! THIS IS IT! ONE-SHOT! I REPEAR ONE-SHOT! THERE IS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOREEEEEEEE! So yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...anywho. The club name 'Draco' came from 'Draco Malfoy' from Harry Potter. He's a total asshole...and yet I like him.. The first song played in the club is 'In the Shadows' by the Rasmus, or well a part of it anywho. The song they get freaky to is 'Change' by Deftones, which was the whole reason I wrote this oneshot. That song's soooo sexy sounding. I mean, wow. Download it! I highly recommend it! My best friend has a stuffed P-chan, so I thought of it and added it in. I just thought it was a funny little addition. RANDOM QUOTE OF THE DAY: ::directed to annoying, albino ghetto-wannabe kid on a bike who pissed me off outside of work:: "Oh yeah! Well at least I'm old enough to drink AND drive.....wait...that didn't sound right." This cracked me and my friend up for a good two minutes after I said. Sometimes I say things that just aren't right and don't even realize it. All the youngings in my town like to get drunk and wish they could drive, but 80% of them get Honda Rice Rockets and act like total dumbasses on the road. Wow! Lower your car when we live in a rural, mountain, cheaply paved, 60% dirt roaded town!! SMART!!! FEEL THE BURN OF MY SARCASM!