(A/N: So salutations and greetings, everyone! I know, I know, it's been like forever since I updated anything, or wrote another one-shot, etc., but… life, you know? But fear not! I am still an active writer! As always, enjoy, R&R, the usual.)

With a passionate desire, hold me to your chest and kiss my neck

Our sweet, trembling emotions will last forever

Tease my lips to this aching feeling you had touched with your fingers

And whisper with a gentle voice full of affection

—Scarlet by brace;d

Rated R Scene!

Hearts were beating fast. Their breath was short. Clothes were scattered about. Faces were flushed, and there was a distinct sense of urgency in the air. A male kitsune, with short, mussed silver hair, deep amethyst pools for eyes, and with slitted pupils, stared deeply into the eyes of another. He panted slightly, looking rather wild, if not altogether animalistic as if his soft ears and swishing tail weren't a dead giveaway of his lack of humanity.

Pinned beneath him by the wrists was a girl, nay, a young woman, who once upon a time was but a homeless yet hopelessly optimistic human female, used to being rather alone in the world, but as strong as they came. That humanity had long since gone, her morality exchanged for life eternal as a kami. Once brown hair had turned mahogany, with golden-brown eyes an exciting shade of crimson and amber. Her face was quite red, matching her hair, and her eyes had blackened with desire. She stared back at the male above her and audibly swallowed.

Tonight would be their...

She somehow flushed to an even darker shade of red, and the male on top of her noticed. He blinked, before releasing a fanged smirk, causing her blush to darken. Leaning down, he gave her a soft kiss on peach-colored lips, his hair falling into his face, his gentleness stealing her breath away.

Damn smug fox...

He pulled back from her lips and stared deeply once more into her eyes. "Gomen... this will probably hurt a little." Tomoe said, his voice somewhat between a growl and a whisper.

His voice was strange and new to her, all rough and deep as it was currently, and she shivered in response. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her nerves, and steadied herself. "…I trust you, Tomoe." Vermillion eyes opened, and she stared at him with the deepest amount of love and adoration one could possibly have. "Make me yours…" she whispered.

Clawed digits twitched and tightened around soft wrists, with amethyst pupils redialing, looking wilder than ever before. He leaned in close once more, his lips brushing against Nanami's ear, and whispered, his voice thick and heady. "Bear with me... it'll only last a moment."

She was given only a moment to understand what he meant before a searing pain swept through her lower half. Tears pricked her eyes and she cried out, and Nanami squeezed her eyes shut. Her body recoiled into her as the sudden intrusion into her body left her feeling both completed but pained.

"...It hurts..." she whimpered, her voice slightly quivering as her hands restlessly tried to free themselves, whether to push Tomoe away or pull him closer lost to her. He gently released her wrists and chose to cup her face instead as he deeply kissed her. Her hands with their minds of their own decided to pull him closer, even as stray tears trailed her face. Tomoe pulled back from her lips, only to descend once again onto her cheeks, her nose, her brows, and forehead. With his lips, he tried to soothe her; distract her temporarily from the spot from where they were joined, daring not to move until his chosen had adjusted to him.

They stayed like this for a few minutes, Tomoe kissing her and nuzzling her cheeks, whispering soft, soothing words in her ears. She felt the tension that had sprung up throughout her body ease and lessen as she slowly adapted to the somewhat uncomfortable feeling in between her legs. Soon, the weird feeling between her legs became too much, causing her to squirm. Tomoe, taking the hint, gently pulled out before pushing back in, Nanami letting out a small gasp. Taking that as encouragement, he did it again, earning a soft, quavering moan.

He did it again and again, and she cried out softly each time, pleasure evidently building in her voice. "T-Tomoe..." she moaned.

She heard him inhale sharply, and yet he again thrust himself deeper into her. She gasped at the sensation of him moving within her, fingers digging into the smooth, porcelain skin of his back, as awe sprang into the back of her muddled mind.

He kept moving, his slow pace quickly rising to inhuman speeds. By now, her every nerve had lit up, and she felt as if she was slowly descending into pure bliss as she cried out her lover's name, her voice unrecognizable to herself, rough and needy as it was. Eyes of carmine stared at him half-lidded, vision blurry as the edges softly started turning white, before slamming shut as a wave of violent pleasure racked through her soft frame, a strangled cry escaping parted lips before everything faded out of existence. At that moment, it was only Nanami, and the pleasure, and the sensation of Tomoe all around her. Idly, she noticed and sharp pain at the base of her neck, before ultimately being swallowed up by her lover's embrace…

It's dark when Nanami's eyes open, and she feels a strange tightness around her body. For a moment, she confused. This isn't her room, and she looks around only to slam her eyes shut as bright sunlight seeps through a hatch in the ceiling. Wincing, her eyes open again, and slowly memory of where she was returned to her, as she takes in the suddenly familiar space. She lets out a soft moan, wanting to fall back to sleep as she recognizes the space as Tomoe's room, and tries to turn her body into a pillow resting behind her. The "pillow" rumbles with a chuckle, and her half-lidded gaze rests on Tomoe, who had been evidently the constricting cushion behind her.

Nanami's brows scrunch together, momentarily confused, before a deep flush washes over her body, causing her to avert her eyes from him in embarrassment. His chuckle turns into a soft laugh, and she buries her face in his chest, flushed in embarrassment, but pouting nonetheless.

"You don't have to laugh at me, meanie..." she mumbles.

"Hn…" Is his only reply, as absentmindedly, a clawed hand raises to wind itself into her soft tresses. They'd have to get up soon, but for now, they merely enjoyed each other's embrace, unaware of the future that lay ahead.

(A/N: So that's the first chapter, people! It feels so good to be uploading chapters again! :D By the way, this is my second true lemon, so uh, don't judge it too harshly, I just need...practice. Anyway, my plan for this story is that it's going to be told in a 100 to 200-or-so word drabbles per chapter (this one excluded). So I hope you guys enjoy!)