This one is a little short, but intense in a way. Enjoy reading :D

Anyways, since I don't know what else to say I'll tell you guys something. I'm thinking of re-writing the previous chapters. Nothing major though, just some things that I cannot read through halfway without cringing.

I do not own any of these characters, nor the universe. Capcom owns Sengoku Basara.

"Kasuga," Sasuke whispered, almost whimpering, to get her attention,"you should get some rest." Kasuga paused to look at him, then pushed him down so they fell and she was straddling his lap, all the while looking into his eyes as if daring him to refuse her. He didn't know if he had in him the ability to refuse such an honest invitation from her. Especially now that she started grinding her hips to an unheard rhythm, his manhood pulsing with need as she slithered above him.

He knew that in Kasuga's heart, there had always been a special spot for him. But those amber eyes of her never looked at him with such lust before, if she ever looked at him at all.

With that sobering thought, Sasuke took hold of his control. "You," he started twirling her sidelocks playfully against his fingers, a suggestive smirk curving his mouth "should really get some rest." At least that's what his mouth said though he could think of some other parts that would definitely, definitely, disagree.

Kasuga looked at the man under her. This was Sasuke, not Kenshin. She wanted Kenshin, right?

Oh, but you want Sasuke physically, right? A voice that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her taunted, twisting her insides with a shameful carnal longing.

And she did. She didn't even think of denying it inside her own mind, and she felt like the shameless woman she already is.

Kasuga lowered her hands down Sasuke's crotch, licking her lips before reaching under his pants waistband and revealing her prize. She stroked his hot, pulsing member with agonizing thoroughness, effectively waking him up from the sleep he was never really in.

"Geez, Kasuga, I never knew-"

Kasuga made a shushing sound, placing an index finger against Sasuke's mouth. He kissed her finger, but it was quickly withdrawn to undo leather straps that connected tight-fitting pants with the rest of her outfit. He never really noticed until now, but she had removed her cloak and it was nowhere nearby to be found. At least not in his field of vision, which was not much considering the darkness of the room that seemed to make Kasuga's radiant skin glow.

Pale moonlight flowed through closed shoji windows that knew how to keep secrets as Kasuga started to strip, cradling Sasuke in between her thighs, teasing, taunting, bewitching; her breasts heaving with every motion, practically begging to be free from the confines of her clothing. Through the thin fabric of her pants, she could feel Sasuke's warmth, remember his vitality. Despite the seemingly decreasing temperature of the night air, Kasuga's body beaded with sweat. In anticipation. In anxiety.

Sasuke smirked, admiring the uneasy look in Kasuga's face as she removed her outfit piece by piece. First, the full-arm sleeves, then the leather muffler, and then the chest piece that did a poor job of supporting her breasts. Sasuke helped in any way a man lying prone with a healthy woman's weight on top of him can, while still enjoying the little show she put on - a tug on the straps, a slight pull on the sleeves, an occasional touch to her hot, exposed flesh.

A helpless groan escaped Sasuke's lips. He wanted Kasuga now but all this would've been for nothing if he didn't allow her to completely open up to him.

"Sasuke..." Kasuga paused, unmoving for a moment, and Sasuke could see her licking her lips ever so slowly. Her eyes were shut, and her expression a little hooded by the way her head was angled, but it was obvious that she could not hold back any longer. She needed to release some pent up frustrations.

Before she could speak again, she heard Sasuke mumble something against the night air, and the slightest sounds of breathing, as Kasuga can sense, more than hear, in her drunken state, suggested they were not the only ones in the room anymore.