Disclaimer: I do not own Flame of Recca.

Summary: Because Raiha, innocent as he seems, is a pervert.

"Faster, Raiha, faster!" Fuuko's grip on Raiha's shoulders tightened, her nails digging into his skin. That would surely leave a bruise.

"Damn it, woman." Grunt. "If you weren't so heavy," Pant. "I would have gone faster." Wheeze.

That earned him a punch. "Are you saying that I'm fat?!"

Fuuko? Fat? With her pressed this close to him, her curves fitting in his hollow form, her body tight and firm and oh so—

"No." He groaned.

"Then move faster, damn it!"

"I'm doing the best I can!" He panted, his sweat dripping down his forehead, down his neck, down his muscular arms, down his chiseled abs, down his—

"Then your best is not enough! I want more, Raiha, more!"

"Shush, Fuuko. You're so loud!" He winced.

"That's because you're so slow. Now pick up the pace!"

"Let's take a break." He stopped.

"What?! What do you mean let's take a break?!" She was practically screaming at his ear right now.

"Fuuko, I'm tired." He sighed, exasperated. "It's been hours."

"Hmph. You have no stamina." She pouted. "Move, damn it!"

Raiha glared. "What if I don't want to?" Really, he was tired and sore. Was a five minute break too much to ask? Apparently, it was, as his head was acquainted with her fists again.

"Raiha!" Fuuko whined. "Come on! Get moving! I'm just as tired as you are."

He snorted. "Tired?! You're not doing anything!" His grip on her inadvertently tightened, making her flinch in pain. "I'mdoing all the work!"

"Raiha, please." Oh, she was pouting now. The great Fuuko Kirisawa, proud owner of the Fujin, master of the wind, stubborn monkey, hot chick, sexy la—the point is, she's reduced to sulking now. And it was a tad bit annoying because it was working, damn it. It was working.

"No." Must not look. Must not look! Must not give in! Why must he be so whipped? Damn it, must not look!

"Raiha…" She whined.

There was no response. She rolled her eyes. Desperate times call for desperate measures.


Chills went down his spine as Fuuko started to nibble on his earlobe, her breath ghosting on his skin. His breathing came out in huffs, his heartbeat errant. She moved on to his neck, nipping, sucking. Her talented mouth was moving, leaving trails of little, red marks on his skin. Suppressing a groan, he managed to choke out a barely comprehensible reply.


Fuuko stopped her ministrations and grinned that big goofy grin. "Yes! I so pwned you!"

He rolled his yes. How this woman manages to change from a sultry, little vixen to an immature child was beyond him.

"On one condition." Fuuko's smile fell, confusion etched on her face.

"What is it?"

Raiha was the one grinning now. "I get to have a reward." His left hand traveled up her thigh. It was nearing its destination when suddenly, Fuuko hit him.

"You pervert!"

"What was that for?!" He growled.

"That was for feeling me up, you sick bastard!"

"You are so unfair! You practically raped me a while ago but I can't grope you?!"


"You ungrateful wench! Next time you trip on a leaf, I'm not helping you." They were on an empty street, Fuuko on Raiha's back.

"It wasn't my fault! That leaf was on the way. It's that stupid leaf's fault I twisted my ankle!"

Raiha let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine."

Fuuko squealed, wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Fuuko." Gasp. "Can't." Choke. "Breathe!" Wheeze.

She loosened her grip and giggled. "Sorry."

Raiha greedily sucked in as much air as he could. Finally having his lungs filled again, he asked skeptically, "Are you sure you're injured?"

Fuuko glared at him. "Just carry me, will you?" Then she smiled a sickeningly sweet smile. "I promise to reward you later."

With that said, Raiha started to make his way to their home again. His pace was fast, intent on getting his prize sooner.

He grinned. "I'm looking forward to it."

This is for Scarlet7, who thinks my works are funny (even if they're not. :P) and for Cassandra's Destiny, my editor. Enjoy.