AN: A lemon was requested, so I will do my best….Also, I hope everyone had a happy holiday JKaede:He slowly pulled my pants down, and then threw them to the other side of the room. His mouth met mine again, and my skin was completely barren. His warm upper body felt good against my cold breasts, and his hand was tracing my thigh, making me moan. His tongue was prodding mine, and I could feel myself emanating a wetness, and tears began to fall from my eyes. He stopped, freezing before me, before wrapping his arms around me. "I'm sorry…. I'm sorry…." He murmured urgently, his voice shaking slightly. I shook my head, guiding my lips back to his after fighting to push his embrace off of me. He cocked his head, not responding for a moment, clearly confused.

"It's okay Kohta…" I breathe, tracing his jaw line over and over with my fingers. His face was warm, and his eyes were dark with longing. I wasn't sure what entirely was happening, but I didn't want it to stop. He began circling my sex with his fingers, making me cry out with irritation. His mouth trapped mine in a sadistic game of longing and tension and I finally gave in and dropped to the floor, his body following.

"You like that?" He whispered in my ear, and I nodded feverishly, as his fingers one at a time entered me. Each one feeling more uncomfortable than the last. He began going in and out, faster and faster, making me write and moan on the floor with feelings of pleasure and longing that were foreign to me until now.

"Mnnghghh" I cried out, reaching my arms around his neck, wanting to draw him closer to me. Wanting his lips against mine again. Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.

He resisted however, pushing his fingers in deeper, and deeper against my moist lower.

"Are you okay?" He asked suddenly, pausing, with his fingers still lodged inside me. I nodded, not trusting my ability to speak. Okay was an understatement.

He pulled out of me, and I curled into a ball, my knees bent to my chest. I lay my head against his knee, wanting to me close to him in any way I could. I couldn't understand why he had stopped, it had felt so good. I wanted him to come back. I wanted his warmth against mine. I shivered with cold, and let out a tiny whimper.

"Shhshhhshhh." He purred, and I looked up, noting that he had somehow become barren of clothes aswell without me noticing. He gently pushed my back on the floor, and I looked up at him meeting his gaze. His eyes showed the same longing they had been, but they also showed a love that I had been searching for my whole life. Every murder. Every tear shed. Everything I had ever done. I felt like it was my own undoing. I felt like no one would ever love was rewriting my own rules.

He gently spread my legs with his hand, guiding his lower body to rest against my thigh, careful not to put a lot of weight on me. He began to guide his hardened sex into me, and I cried out in pain. It was painful, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop. I made a few more noises, all of which were loud, until he made a final push. My entire body melted at that instant. A barrier had been broken, and my very soul seemed to be rejoicing. He was mine and I was his and nothing could ruin this moment. We stayed like that for a long time, neither of us moving, not daring to ruin the moment.

Then he began thrusting, first gently, but gradually with more force. I couldn't decide if I liked the harder ones or not. They were uncomfortable for sure, but they also felt good. This sex thing was entirely new to me, and I could tell it wasn't new to Kohta. He and Yuka had shared this. An anger built inside me, I wanted to be superior to her. I wanted to be his lover, his true lover. I wrapped my vectors around him, and pushed him to the ground. I began to thrust against him, and he let out a moan. His dick was mine, and I was his, and he was mine and everything was right. I was superior to Yuka. I couldn't see her ever taking control like this. I couldn't see Kohta looking at her like this.I couldn't envision a moment more right than this one.