(This is a tag-team line of one shots, 5 in total once completed. One person will write a short little scene, and then tag another in the group with a character so that they may do one as well.)

Paula: Since this was my idea, I get to go first. Just because I feel totally bitchy, I'm tagging Corbin next. I'm assigning him Keiichi.

This scene is: M rated, Belldandy centric, and romantically inclined. I like erotica, you have been warned.

Things I Cannot Say:
Act 1:
My Innermost Desire

By the stars above, she wished her bed wasn't as cold as it seemed.

A contract must always be upheld, and she swore to do strictly that. As a goddess, she bound herself willingly to a simple mortal man. His desires were so few, and ironically innocent. Too innocent for any mortal man facing his destiny. Oh, how she wished he would take her, plundering her depths as only a sinner could, claiming her as his own.

She waited for the day when his resolve cracked under the pressure of true temptation.

Stealing from her any glory, and sundering her sanity into whispers of long held desire, she dreamed of the day she would be his. Then and only then, he would bury his seed into her, marking her as his own and carrying on that long held dream of his. Belldandy waited for that day, desired it with her innermost soul.

Tonight was not that night, not by the will of the stars, or the will of the system that so bound his desire in a trap to end all glorifying traps.

She bit her lip as she pleasured herself late into the dead of night, afraid of crying out. Waking him would only allure his spirit to a much darker realization. The goddess was truly more goddess than the boy would ever know.

She desired to desire,
desired to be desired in return,
the heavens and the earth would hear of no greater calling than this man, and his power to made even a deity surrender to his will.

She was a vixen, not that he would ever know that. She wanted him to take her, destroy and rend her, until she was spent from both inhibition. It wasn't for a lack of wanting or trying, it was that she loved him. She loved him too much to hurt him, too much to take him for herself, and too much to dirty his wish with her own primal needs as cold as time itself.

Every time a bolt of pleasure shot through her, she nearly cried out to him, dreaming of feeling his body rocking against hers. She couldn't wait for the day that she could straddle him, mounting him, gifting to him her body in every single way, and taking from him everything in return.

He was a virgin, of this she knew, and that spurred her further in her assault on the bundle of nerves that made her wet and wanting. Oh, gods only knew what he would do if he saw her, legs spread, two digits pounding into her own aching chasm trying to take the edge off.

The system that governed her would have none of that!

Every time she tried to call for him, her voice became mute, the contract forcing her desires quiet, and unknown to any mortal who might have guessed. She was a woman, the system be damned, and even kept under lock and key, desire could still fight against its chains.

Orgasm would be hers, even if she had to achieve it herself.

Oh, she was sure of the absolute suffering the man would endure if he'd even glimpsed the sight of her now. Naked and thrashing upon the futon. Her starving womanhood begged for satiation, and be it god, man, or devil, any who'd look upon this sigh would be drawn in, blinded by the beauty of the goddess that desired so much, receiving so little.

It had been too long since she'd taken a lover, too long since she felt the warm seed of such a man warm and velvety inside of her, and Keiichi was too much a gentleman to barge, pin her top the floor and make her forget why heaven had such laws in the first place.

Her fingers could not mimic that of a lover in need of her touch, but by the gods, she wished they could. She wished, as she concealed a moan, that it was Keiichi thrusting his length into her, making her cry out as she tangled her limbs with his.

Following his steady call, culminating all of the desire a mortal man might have, with the stamina of a goddess to bring out those desires, and see them unquestionably granted. Quenching both want and need, just as water itself quenched thirst.

She needed that, just as she needed to hear his voice, rough and ragged with each breath. Belldandy didn't need to have a loud lover, lewd and boorish, pounding senselessly into her. Gods of creation knew though, she needed that lover to be a powerful one. A lover willing to make her shudder with each caress, and aching with every single movement of his hips against her own.

Flowing freely like the sea, steady and as varied as the moon's call. Stormy with passions that once spent, would haunt their shared dreams, leaving them wanting upon wakefulness.

Yet this was not the night.

She kept from crying out, her arousal dripping out into the futon as she sighed out a harsh and heavy breath, spent but not entirely satisfied.

She'd sleep alone this night, like many nights before, wanting and waiting for him, a lover not destined to know.