We Will Meet Again

*UNEDITED*

Since she woke up with hazard memories. Yang repeatedly tells her that they are together. In other people's eyes, Setsura has become his woman. However, he hasn't touched her yet. Other than kissing her, he's done no such thing yet. Why? Yang didn't understand it very well. But, he felt that this woman differed from all the other women he screwed around with. He doesn't want to sleep with her to ease the loneliness in his heart. That is not the relationship he wants with her.

It started off with him casually kissing her in the bathroom. But, before long he gets addicted, yes addicted - to the feeling of the girls lips. He can't go a day or even more than two hours without kissing her anymore. That's his limit, Yang realized that even two hours though was too much for him. This girl had a peculiar ability, making him so addicted, making him desire her so much. He's never felt this way about another woman before. Not even that girl who is his first love had such an affect on him.

He got her right where he had always wanted her.  Yang climbed on top of her as she comfortably laid on his bed. Setsura was looking at him with curious gaze. 

He leaned in closer and kissed her softly on the lips. Yang grunted, it felt like a wave of lightning flashed through his body. Soft m.o.a.ns escaped her lips, and he pried her mouth open, gently parting her tongue. It didn't take long before she responded back.

Setsura wrapped her arms around him running her fingers through his hair as their kissing became more heated, more passionate.

He took his time. Yang ran his hands over her b.r.e.a.s.ts as they continued to kiss deeply. It felt like the temperature in the room was increasing by the very minute.

His breathing quickened, her m.o.a.ns increased. Then Yang broke away and started to kiss every corner of her skin. The two of them were still n.a.k.e.d after that bath. 'Kissing n.a.k.e.d feels a lot better.' 

"Yang, what is this? I feel really hot. But it feels good."

Yang gaze darkened when he heard her say such things. Can he do it now? This is the perfect mood for it. Not doing anything during this time would be very stupid. After a few minutes though he drew back from her.

He smirked, and huskily said, "Who knew that the callous sharp tongue woman could possess such eyes filled with pure l.u.s.t and desire?"

Yang knew what she was thinking, what she wanted. He kissed her like that, naturally she would want more. "Yang, my body aches...I…!"

"What do you want?"

Setsura looked at him with a passionate look in her eyes. "I want you."

'Oh dear Akito. Your girl is the one asking for it.' Yang was amused by these turn of events. He held himself back from touching her, because then it would really be cheating. When she does regain her memories, Yang knew she would hate him. But, Setsura won't return to Akito if he touches her.

He captured the girls lips once again, and felt her arms wrap around his neck drawing their bodies together. Yang felt her shiver and paused. 'Right, her fear of men.' When Yang first read the reports, it surprised him slightly. However, it made sense. After that time he observed her whenever he went to town. She would flinch at the mere 

…..

When they head back, he doesn't 'continue' contrary to what she may have thought. Instead he sings until she falls asleep.

As he turned away, Yang halts. He felt somebody block his movements. He glanced over and found affirm hand on his clothes.

"Don't go… it's cold…" she whispered, eyes still closed.

Yang froze, rather shocked at her uncharacteristic request and he looked over at the girl. Finding her fast asleep, a deep sigh passed his lips.. "Of course she's sleep talking. She would never allow herself to say such things of her own accord," he muttered. Though they have gotten closer, there is still a line she won't let him cross.

Still, Yang wanted to get away from her for a reason. He vividly recalled her scent, her lips, and their n.a.k.e.d bodies pressed against one another. Honestly, all that kissing and almost doing it drove him crazy. He needs to find someone, anyone will do. He needs to get rid of this pent up feeling. But, will sleeping with another woman work right now?

Yang's gaze drifted onto the girl. He could just do it. Nobody would find out and the walls won't talk. He's sure he can finish without her waking up. Still, he isn't a coward. Only cowards take advantage of sleeping women. He gently caressed her cheeks, 'So soft.' Everything about this girl screams delicate. But, she isn't is she? Feeling sudden movement, his eyes widened when she leaned into his palm. A tender expression spread on her face.

"Yang…"

His eyes widened, as his ears had definitely not deceived him this time. Although Yang initially thought he was dreaming, this time around he heard her utter his name. It erased his doubts. For a moment his lips curve to a smile, before he snapped out of it. "Get a hold of yourself," he sighed, as he reluctantly pried her hands from the fabric of his shirt. 

He took one last glance at her sleeping face before leaving the room. However, the moment Yang arrived at the door, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from the back. It seems like he woke her up.

"I'm sorry," Setsura mumbled. "I know you wanted to do it, and I disappointed you. However Yang, until my memories are firm. I think we should take things slowly."

"Are you worried that you made a mistake?"

"No," Setsura replied. "I know, it's you. All I see in my memories is red hair, and your strong arms wrapped around me."

Such a vague description, that could be anyone. It seems like losing her memories is making her lose her sharpness too. However, that's only normal - nothing should make sense to her right now. Other than the information he supplied her. What else does she actually know? Yang was looking forward to seeing these skills he learned so much about. The information the girl had in her belongings that he found that day intrigued him. How did she find out all those things? Maybe it would be okay to test her.

Yang turned around and picked the girl up. He said nothing as he brought her back to the bed. The sheets still messed up and crumpled since the intense activity a few minutes ago. 

He doesn't know how to treat women gently. He's a member of the mafia world for a reason. "Is it hard for you? To shower me with affection?" Setsura asked.

"Well, you always have that blank look on your face."

Whenever they kiss or do anything too intimate. She always wears a blank look on her face. "It seems so, but that's because I think your like any other guy."

"Any other guy?"

"If you don't do it with me, won't you go to another girl?"

Yang's eyes widened when he hears this. Huh? Go to another girl? Indeed, normally he would do that. However, right now he is in a relationship. "Like I told you before, I'm a faithful lover," Yang mumbled. He ran his hands through his hair. "Shall we give it another try?"