Pale starlight cast itself over the creamy, smooth skin of Riku Harada. And she could not believe that she would be here, in this place….with him. Anybody else, sure, but not Dark Mousy. Daisuke Niwa, Saehara Takahashi, any other boy in her class. But not the infamous kaitou. "How did we end up like this?" The older twin whispered, her eyes closed as the art thief wrapped his arms around her. She could smell him…… he smelled like flowers. Riku knew that in her whole life, she would never forget that scent. And even though her mind screamed 'NO!' her heart was content and happy. He kissed her hair softly before answering her question. "I believe, ai, it was fate that should bring us together" Her whole body shivered with pleasure at his kiss, at his touch. And the girl knew she was hopelessly in love. "Damn you, Dark Mousy!" Riku hissed, but there a smile on her face. Said kaitou also smiled, and lifted up her chin with three fingers. "My kitten, is this really so bad? Do you despise our relationship?"

"I-I never wanted to fall in love with you…"

" I know"

"But I did. Why? Why are you so damn charming?"

" It comes naturally, my Riku"

With a contented sigh she pressed her body closer to his, taking in everything about him. Little did she know he was doing the same for her, never wanting to forget her. He was actually surprised – yes, surprised- that he had gotten such a wonderful girl. Music from a nearby radio drifted through the area, the words ringing true to them.

"Watching every motion
In my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say…"

Riku's tense muscles seemed to relax as the soft notes reached her ears. Dark slipped his hands around her waist, laying a soft kiss on her lips and then her neck. Her body was up against his, and he kissed her lips again, hands on the edges of her shirt. Slowly he pulled it off, rubbing her bare skin with his hands. She wound her arms around his neck, and his tongue flicked against her lips. She opened them a little wider as if to grant permission, and their tongues began a sort of playful dance. It wasn't long before his shirt was off too, and even less of a time later they were on the ground, his arms over her, her neck exposed in a vulnerable-type position. "Are you ready, my Riku?" His eyes searched hers, as if asking, searching for some allowance. She whispered.

"Take my breath away"