The Storm

It was quite late when they returned from the theater. Kaname had dragged him, along with all their friends to see the latest movie of one of her favorite actors; some bloody action movie, with no signs of a plot but plenty of fighting scenes.

Sousuke mused on how ironic it was she liked those kinds of stories when in real life, she couldn't stand anything military-related, but kept his mouth shut.

She was still talking about how great the hero was when he beat down a bunch of bad guys without killing anyone and even if Sousuke knew how farfetched the whole scene was, he knew better than to argue with her, saying nothing in regards to the stupidity of the movie.

She was in good mood and he wouldn't spoil it by some random thought about the lack of realism in the film.

They had just come out of the train station when they felt the first droplets.

It was strange, considering the forecast had announced Tokyo wouldn't be touched by the typhoon. Even if they ran, when they arrived home, they were soaked to the skin.

Kaname rushed into the bathroom to get some towels for Sousuke. She was dying for a change of clothes, but it could wait until he had something to dry himself with.

She didn't have any spare clothes for him so she suggested he just take his shirt off in order to avoid catching a cold. She'd use her dryer and give his clothes back to him later.

She disappeared when he started to unbutton his shirt and when she came back, clad in a large sweater and short shorts, she forgot to breathe.

Right before her was Sousuke, wearing only his pants, his back facing her as he toweled his messy hair.

He was just perfect… the strong muscles of his back, accompanied by his broad shoulders. He turned around when he felt her stare, and she felt her heart skip a beat when he looked into her eyes. His trousers, still wet, clung to his thighs, revealing the kinds of muscles that could only belong to a Greek god.

Sousuke looked at her quite surprised, and seeing her eyes cloudy and dark, he knew something was wrong.

He suddenly realized that the storm outside wasn't as dangerous as she was right now.

Swallowing slowly, Sousuke managed to ask something along the line of "A problem, Chidori?"

He never got an answer.

She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

When she was able to find her voice again, her words were bossy and demanding, leaving no room for a discussion.

"Pants. Off. Now."

"What are you...?" Sousuke tried asking but Kaname interrupted.

"You're soaking wet. So get them off."

"Uh..."

Sousuke could feel sweat on his brow. He was already half naked in front of his charge and he knew it wouldn't be right to take off anything else. Not that he was ashamed, nor was he modest, he was used to collective lockers after all, but to stay in only his underwear with Kaname was far more embarrassing than to share a collective showers with his comrades.

He wasn't ready to deal with this kind of situation. What if someone saw them?

As if she could guess his fear, she turned off the light and she began to near him.

Slowly but surely, she approached him, and all he could do was take a step back to maintain a good distance between them. He only stopped when he felt the couch behind his knees, but it was to late. He lost his balance and landed on the couch loudly.

Kaname seized the opportunity and with a smirk and straddled his lap.

"If you mind being naked because I'm not, that could certainly be arranged..." she whispered in his ear.

Sousuke gripped her hips tighter and swallowed. He didn't even realize his hands were there until he felt her sweater move.

She arched her back and pulled the sweater over her head, leaving her half naked as well. Sousuke gasped, his mouth hang open like a fish out of water in front of the expand of skin she was now displaying. How could he have forgotten how beautiful she was?

Something in her smile made Sousuke understand what she wanted and before he could say anything she took the towel still on his neck and pulled him into a fiery kiss.

All his doubts flew out of the window and he kissed her back, only leaving her lips to nibble her jaw. He was licking her collarbone when she tried to open up his pants and he finally voiced his fear.

"What about Wraith?"

If the intelligence agent learned that their relationship wasn't only professional, Sousuke would take the blame. He knew he risked losing his job as her bodyguard, thus it was easier pretending to be nothing more than friends.

Kaname laughed. The storm was wild; it was practically raining cats and dogs outside.

"With this weather? Even a stalker like her isn't crazy enough to stand out there; she's not that mad!"

She then got up and took her shorts and panties and straddled him again. By then, Sousuke had copied her actions and sat naked under her.

Some time after, after the storm had passed, Kaname, still in her protector's embrace, mused about the movie. She never realized it, but now trapped in a real soldier's arms, she acknowledged that even if she loved action scenes, they were never as good as reality.

So this is the last one. I really enjoyed writing these stories and I hope you liked them, but I have others stuffs in mind so...

And as always, special thanks to Perpetual for the beta and to all of you for reading.

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