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Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting down on the floor around the tea table. Her, in nothing but that white tee-shirt he had lended her, him still fully dressed in that fancy black silky outfit.

The night had come down. Saein was slurping on the ramen he had placed in front of her. To her surprise, he was slurping on his as well.

"You can eat that?"

"Of course."

"I just assumed, since you're...," she gestured vaguely towards him. Saein was used to her little bloodsuckers who swore by nothing else but their red "o neg" juice and spat on the rest. Even Taehyung, as sweet as he was, frowned in disgust every time he saw them eat actual food. Nothing that had come from the Hellmouth had share noodles with her before.

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck as he mumbled "It doesn't actually fill me up, but you know, I can still taste it."

"Oh. That's nice."

He swallowed the food and his stare met back hers, amused. "Am I getting a little too human for you?"

Oh boy, after what he had just pulled, he was gonna try to claim she was running away? She held the stare and, with a sly smile, rose her chin, "Actually, I think I might be getting a little too freaky for you."

The word choice made him choke on his noodles.

"What does that mean?"

Saein sighed and put down her cup. "It means... That it's getting late, I've got to start patrolling in an hour. Slayer duties, cemeteries, all that."

The banter in him suddenly extinguished like a cold shower. He plopped back down against the sofa he was using as backrest, his attention suddenly absorbed by his cup.

"Well, I'm not holding you back, you can go," he said with a pout.

"I don't want to go."

He raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

The Slayer munched on her lower lip, without moving a muscle, thinking how to phrase what was on her mind. Eventually, she merely scooched closer, swallowing the distance between them to mere inches.

Her voice mellowed. "I wanna stay, but... If we're gonna keep going, and I want to, 'keep going', but as enjoyable as that was, I'm gonna need some - your cup is empty," she removed the cup from his incredulous hands and put it on the table without a look. "- reciprocity."

"Reciprocity?" The word struggled to come out of his throat, half strangled by the surprise.

"Hm, hm."

Without anything to fiddle with now, all he could do was stare at her in disbelief. Ever since that kiss... Hell, ever since she walked in that door.

"I-, I am giving plenty of reciprocity, I'm the king of reciprocity!" He could not have been more offended, he was a fantastic lover! Being a great lay was his whole shtick, a big part of the whole Gumiho package. It was how he fed! He had made her come twice with his fingers alone not even an hour ago, for crying out loud. He had felt how good she felt, she couldn't have faked that, right? She had a good time, right? The doubt was suddenly eating him inside.

"Great, then I want to hear you moan," she said.

His jaw dropped. How many times had he almost choked while she was calmly staring at him? All he could do was hide the shock behind a half-laugh, half scoff.

"Oh you-, you-"

She smiled. "What? Afraid of losing control, little fox?"

She knew she won the moment a pernicious glint appeared in his outraged and yet burning dark glare. In a flash, he gripped her waist and pulled her on his lap. Holding her against him firmly with one hand in her back, his index was holding her chin up while his eyes filled themselves with a new fire.

"Go on then, Slayer, make me."

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Schblam.

Her back cracked open the cabinet as he slammed her into the wall. She barely felt it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on her butt, her back, her hair, everywhere. His mouth on her neck, jaw, lips. Closer, he wants her closer.

They were having a hard time finding their way back to the bed now that they were navigating blind, too busy making out, or more accurately devoring each other, to look up where they were in the room, destroying furniture in the blaze of their fury.

Master of this clumsy waltz, Yoongi had their two braided bodies swirling for a moment in the ether, the ocean of her mane unleashed in the air, only to make them crash again, the plaster wall pressed against her back. She weighed nothing in his arms, but once she had an hold to rest against, she was pulling him to her with the strength no human had.

The fusion of their scattered silhouettes melded with complicit mischief. Her thighs tightened around him to ensure her hold, while she was gripping the nape of his neck, her slender fingers lacing caresses of delicacy and furor at the fluctuating demands of her storming mind. 

The tempest of their bodies raged.

In the lovely torpor that had lulled him since she took off that stupid leather jacket, Yoongi uncovered the dephth at which her favors were bewitching. In a world that had only felt like an arrid strange land since his arrival, with the exception of the occasional ice americano, she felt, in this instant, warm and welcoming in an intoxicating way. Almost primal.

Giving up on the bed, the Gumiho pinned her higher against the wall, to make sure her ass wouldn't fall on the ground, and to be able to free one his hand to cup her face and deepen the kiss, slowing it in a decisive pace, guiding it beyond the teasing manners they had kept it at in their hurry, pressing in with a confused-by-how-good-that-felt frown as the flow of her pleasure slowly rose and sizzled and turned into pure blue energy when it slid in his veins.

Saein was drunk on him. It felt like she just took an entire line of vodka shots of pure him in a matter of minutes, and then went to do vaults to make sure it got straight to her head. He felt everywhere, pressing her up with the mere weight of his body, and he felt good. Too good. The promise, the challenge, it was all a distant memory. But not quite forgotten yet. As he imperceptibly went for air for a second, the Slayer got a hold of herself for just long enough to remember.

And bit his bottom lip.

"Not," he shut her up with another, lighter kiss, "holding up," his tongue teased hers, "your end of," she got lost momentarily, shutting herself up for a second, bringing him closer to feast on the lips he was urging on hers so eagerly, moving her up and down at the will of their heavy breathing, until he was the one adventuring himself along her jawline, and down her neck. She could feel his hand holding her partly on her thigh, molding part of her ass in a not-so-innocent way. It would be the easiest thing to lose herself in his touch. To let him lead again. If he can play with that tongue like that everywhere...

But she had other appetites.

Abruptly, she turned his head to bite on his ear, gently pulling on his earrings with her teeth and whispered with menace, "the bargain."

She didn't see his eyes flutter at the sudden touch, nor could have guessed the shiver that had stroke him all the way down. Yoongi escaped it, and her complains, by carrying her to the desk, sitting her down on it brutally, sending papers flying and a lamp crashing down, and started to partake on the nook of her neck while his hands were all over her breast and hips.

"Don't know what you mean."

Fuck, he's good.

Maybe if it hadn't been after the bath, maybe if it hadn't been after that kiss on the bed, maybe if she hadn't need the escapism like a drug, only maybe then it would have been easier to push him off her.

His breath alone was making her delicate skin quiver, her back bent towards his ivory-fleshed torso, so immersed in the hymn of their frenzy, that, one by one, her senses shivered and marvelled.

That's dangerous.

Call it ego, or stupidity, Saein suddenly pushed him off with a kick, sending him two steps away from her.

They stared at each other, still panting. Yoongi, worried for a second that he crossed a line, was looking at her face to figure where her mind was at but all he found was her checking him out shamelessly, still dripping in lust.

His black hair were as messy as could be, falling in curls above his wandering eyes. His shirt was holding on to a thread and revealed the sculpted torso she had starved for, and, lastly, the bulge in his pants had grown in a much promising way.

The sight made her lips stretch in a sly smile. She tilted her head.

"Reciprocity, remember?"

Without letting him answer, she jumped down from the desk and, rising on her tiptoes to reach high enough, grasped the rebellious locks of the ebony ocean of his tousled hair, tugged on the hold to resume the salacious dance of their mouths. Their noses meeting once more, brushing, fleeing, finding each other again, crashing when her top lip was teasing his bottom. Eager mouths learning to savor one another yet never imprisoned.

All the while, she was guiding him with command backwards across the room until his legs gave in under the couch and made him fall on it.

There, in front of him, the divine siren kneeled.

When her fingers ran up along his thighs, he swallowed hard, and she surprised herself at how adorable she found him and his disastrous inability to hide his emotions. That's not what she expected when she got there. Saein had been under the impression that Gumiho would be much more, hm, blasés, about it all, sex being part of their five fruits and vegetables a day type of food pyramid. Every single obvious pleasure wave she rose in him only duplicated ten fold hers.

She was barely brushing over the fabric of his pants up along his inner thigh that he had stopped looking at her, searching some elusive answer on the ceiling, but couldn't hide his shivering.

"Does that feel good?" she said, sheepishly.

He let out a silent protest that felt very much like a how-dare-you-be-right and raised his eyebrows. "Is that your attempt at... recriprocity?" he said, with a lot of aplomb for someone she had now a good view for how aroused he actually was, and would not take her eyes off of it, feeding on her own anticipation.

He was only wearing light black pants, barely a button and a zipper in her way. The silky shirt had already flown away some time during their trip around the living room.

"Is that permission to attempt?" Her fingers slid to mere inches towards the bulge. She knew she was torturing him, and she wouldn't say she didn't take great pleasure in it. It was, after all, a walk in the parc compared to what he did to her (to note: yoongi does not agree with that).

He laughed. "To attempt..." and as he laughed she could see him visibly relax, sinking in the coach a little more with a chucle.

For the second time, the word 'adorable' popped up in her mind. Which she quickly whisked away, what the hell is wrong with you, Saein? There were little of the Gumiho in his demeanor at this moment, and so much of the Yoongi that introduced himself prior to everything. The sweet, a bit confounding but confident Yoongi, the one that had pulled on her heart strings. The one she had now assumed was only the product of the ruse of a clever fox. Don't fall for the trick, not when you already pulled the veil

Yoongi was fighting his own battle. Why wouldn't he let her attempt? What was he so afraid of? Showing weakness? Or ... enjoying himself? Yes, yes, that exactly, answered a little voice from the depth of his subconscious. Truth is, he didn't want to fight it. For once, he wanted to surrender.

He exhales out. "Yeah, yeah it is. Permission."

"Good," she nearly purred.

A swear crossed his lips when he felt her fingers began to remove the barriers of his pants, sliding the zipper down and popping open the button. His pupils widened when she planted a thieving kiss above the elastic waist, and ... started making her way ... back up? Kissing his abdomen, lacing over his hipbone, his chest, and completely disregarding where he thought this was going. Was that disappointment?

Against all of his expectations, her nibbling mouth made her way fast, lingered just enough to lick his jugular, before she found his lips again. Hiding his dismay as much to her as to himself, Yoongi eagerly responded, hoping to fall back on their already established pattern, but this kiss was different.

Saein gave him no ground to stand firm on, no disillusions of chastity or shyness. Her tongue had a will and a purpose, and Yoongi could do nothing but submit to the venereal appetite of it. He was getting properly inebriated on her aphrodisia.

But Saein had not given up.

The moment she felt him lose himself in her again, loosening up in her embrace and familiar territories, her thumb came to tease and eventually replace her kiss. With it, she drew the rim of his lips with the care of an artist carving her own Galatea, her irises coating themselves with a hazy nitescence. His mouth was watering with an ambrosial bewilderment as the touch awakened a million tickles. Content with his response, her nose crashed further into him, her mouth right behind her thumb that she pressed further, beyond the rim of his pearly teeth and coated her digit with his saliva. To have her finger playing gently with his tongue and bottom lip, so vulnerable in between his wolf jaw that he could snap it off her anytime but there was no illusion on who was the submissive party in this instant. How the trust she was lending him only turned into authorisation from his to be molded into anything she wanted to.

She removed her thumb, applying more his saliva on his lips, mimicking another kiss with it before leaning back. Without breaking eye contact - he couldn't have even if he wanted to, completely transfixed on the confidence and playfulness that was oozing from her - she brought her index into her own mouth, carefully licking on it in a evocative movement. Then added the middle one, and the ring finger.

Shiii- The Fox's mind was blank. Nearly drooling. You could say it was fingerlicking good. (sorry)

Entranced, he should have easily guessed what her next step would be but he was still under the remnants of the feeling of her thumb taking hold of him.  

 Without more ceremony, her prepared fingers traced back down between his legs and slipped under the trousers and underwear she had already opened up in advance. His heated limb welcomed her with a shiver and a proof it had been preparing itself for her, coated in its own moist, moving with a will despite being still half trap in the constraint of the clothes.

The sudden wave of pleasure, relief, and exhilaration collided in a muffled mumble that came near to giving her preemptivaly what she yearned for. And, by the way her smile grew against his mouth, she knew it. Calm down, Min Yoongi. 

Under her wandering hands, it didn't take long until she felt his frame tensing to the extreme. Everywhere. And especially where it interested her.

His hands gripped down to the hollow of her back, having reached under the tee-shirt hiding all of her divine curves, while hers were gliding over what they had, by all means, forged and that she finally freed to grow in the open air. The motion of her kiss matched the rhytmic movement she applied on his groin. It seemed that, impervious to the silent battle he was waging with himself, his anatomy had decided to take the lead in a more than demonstrative and virile way as she worked in a lascious manoeuvre.

Already, however, her fingers did not feel enough. Her kiss was becoming sloppy as her attention was elsewhere, and his too. Feeling the growth, even as his soft and moist and hard skin were throwbing between her digits, that was not enough. She wanted to see it. To feel it, differently, fully.

With one last light kiss, she let go. Fell down to her knees and started her descent to the desired spot. It was a mess. She had a mess of him. And it was glorious. It was glorious. Leaking, everywhere, ruining his pants, pink and wide, carved beautifully in purple veins and ornated below with his charged jewels. How could her fingers ever hoped to take care of all of this alone? Well actually, she already had ideas but it would be for another time (another time, Saein? Oh, shut up).

If the Slayer wasn't such an experimented girl, she might have had felt some shyness about how wet her mouth got just looking at this. It didn't escape her, nonetheless, how the appendix had grown even harder at the mere fact she was looking at it, and when her gaze rose to Yoongi's face, it was nowhere to be found, hidden away behind his forearm.

She kissed it, at first, right on the tip. To taste it. The sweet saltiness. Yoongi nigh on growled. Fine, time to end the tease. For both of them. Her fingers laced around the base for stability and her mouth, after drooling on it slightly, tackled the lovely task with great... great skill, it must be said.

Her deep chocolate locks flowing from side to side across her mischievous head as her nimble little hands busied themselves and her lips were redoubling the ardor her fingers had shown.

It is out of a misguided and prideful desire not to crack too soon, and maybe a fear to admit defeat that the Fox was trying his darnest to hold back the sounds of rapture that were rushing in, begging to be released, letting instead a flow of curses escape under his breath. His attempt at hiding the effect she had couldn't dissolve the unreasonable craving taking control of his panting body. On the contrary, every attention on her part heightened his debauchery.

He felt her wet rim slide to the most sensitive places, in a perfect pace, and another expletive escaped from his tongue. How the fuck did he end up here? He felt the grip of her hands, the watery warmth of her swallowing him whole as he threw his head back in abandon. Everything was spinning around him all at once. The ceiling was barely in focus anymore. There was his own pleasure building up, but there were hers as well that was not dying down, as he had expected, only mixing up with his. He was so dizzy he had to close his eyes.

She was feeling his muscles jolting under her touch. His sighs gave cadence to her movements. His body was the perfect indicator of the impact of her caresses on his manhood, guiding her, teaching her unknowingly his weaknesses.

Saein could hardly be more pleased with herself. If only her pretty face was not so busy, she would have the biggest grin to the point she had completely forgotten her original claim, while he was still so focused on it, losing his mind to not concede: to make him moan. The intermittent breathing of his torso formed waves above her, the way she could hear him struggling to contain himself as she continued to take hold of his intimacy was all she needed in her book. She had him squirming and driven crazy. She had already won

At least, that's what she thought until it came.

He was close. She could feel it by the way his muscles were twitching, his breathing accelerating. Another attention of hers, the slip of her tongue on a sensitive part longer than the other and it came, what she had been waiting for, no, craving for: a moan.

Yoongi froze, biting his lip to pretend it wasn't his. But there was no denying it.

A lustful moan. His moan, let out against his will, closer to a growl but indistinguishably the melody of a moan nonetheless. In it, she heard the frustration of his loss and yet, equally, a pure relief and the contentment that comes of the releashment of control and self-restraint. Now, she remembered all too clearly why she even wanted it in the first place, and couldn't believe she thought anything less was enough. The thrill of it all, the sound of it all, made a thousand pins and needles ran along her spine.

As of now, she knew she would only need one or two more back and forths to get him to his paroxysm. She wanted to get him there so badly. She wanted to hear those moans rain in her ears. But before she could enact it, she felt two large hands grab her shoulders and pin her down on the carpet.

His eyes were more predatory than human, lit with a crazed, contagious flame.

"I want you," he groaned.

"Oh, fuck." Me.

He must seem like a wild beast when she looked at him. But her eyes were responding with a similar avidity. Therefore, when she reached for him, the Fox joined her without waiting.

Covering her slender body, he plunged his head into her warm skin. With a few deft movements, he stripped off her of that damn T-shirt, strewing her chest with tormented kisses. His hands ran along her hips and cheeks again, as he nestled in the hollow of her neck, then her breast. He felt the shiver under his roving hands that grabed on the lingerie and pulled it down with such a rush it made the delicacy he had shown in the bathroom seem like another reality.

His shell were covering hers as he nibled on her nipples but not as long as he wished, despite the encouraging whine of the beneficiary. His mind was clouded by another need, quickly descending to place a thousand kisses on her belly, only to reach with victory the hollows of her already wet legs.

Without giving her time to protest, which didn't even graze her mind, he had his head between her thighs, and his tongue on a frenzy quest.

Saein, unlike him, made no effort to hold back any moan. As his tongue began sending her where she was already reaching for a long time now, all of her attempt of control was focused on not coming right here right now, and damn the volume she was showing instead. She would not last long under the furrows of his goddamn, jesus, what the, talented motherfucker, tongue against her.

Her feet crossed behind his back, her thighs resting on his shoulders as he applied himself with devorous passion, only helped otherwise by two crouched fingers in her heat moving in and out, pressing on, exploring what made her tick, and finding many, many tresures, while his other arm was still reaching for her tit, unable to forsake it, playing absent mindlessly with it, driving her crazy by the overstimulation.

Her hips arched in a convulsive movement, ravaged by an unexpected fire, unaccustomed to grazing the seventh heaven in such a brief lapse of time. Too fast, too much. After everything, she didn't know if she could ride another after this. And Saein refused to end it this way.

The moment she felt herself reach too high of a high, and felt him notice it and driving her there, she swiftly escaped, pushing him off.

He looked at her in disbelief, as if she had taken away his food from him. And she kind of did.

"Who's afraid of losing control now?"

"Oh, shut up."

She climbed over him, making him stumble back on his elbows. The assignment was clear the moment she straddled him. Yet, despite all that thirst that were blurrying any other thoughts, he stopped her. "Condom?"

"On the pill."

"I don't contract human diseases."

"Love doing business with you."

Once this little necessity settled, she pushed him back on the floor, forcing him to lie down compltely on his back. She barely gave him time to react, as she angled her pelvis into his hard-on, one hand on his torso for balance, another on his hipbone. They echanged one meaningfull look before Saein impaled herself on him with a lustful swear. His jaw snapped back, his lips parted.

His considerable width deliciously furrowed in her sensitive furnace, throwbing against her twitching walls, filling her up inches after inches until it could no more. Her eyes rolled all the way back when he reached that floor.

For once, they were both in complete agreement of never admitting how they felt in this very moment. More intimate than ever, and yet refusing to even glance in the face of the other by fear of what they might find.

She started moving. With an acute care now that she had fully grasped what she was working with, relaxing and merging into it, trying not to get overboard and melting into how he pressed against all the right spots already, spots that were already teased beyond reason.

Maybe doing this minutes after grazing the orgasm was a mistake.

When she drew back only to move back in, deeper, Yoongi let out a gasp that he stifled by biting his lip. She felt too damn good. As if she was molded for him. Squishing his tender self to its paramount with no care in the world for how she was edging him.

An unstable assemblage of 'I want more' and 'get the fuck over yourself, Min Yoongi.' It's a mess in his head. Between his thighs. In his chest. And those ecstatic sighs she was letting out. And so did he.

He who thought he'd take, is taken. He knew he had lost control, and he didn't care. Sort of. Certainly not right now.

All egos had melted away in the blazing of their desire that only rose, and rose, and rose. With a low moan, he accompanied her languorous movements, as her face contorted, his hands gripping her waist, by lifting his pelvis and filling her up with a quick and strong thrust as deep as she could take him and watched her whiper under it with delight.

The last remnants of his decline slowly cracked as he let himself be swept away, as she pressed back and forth, taking her revenge in his own voice cracking now that he ne longer attempted to control it. The only reason they both didn't immediately came was this competition on who will crack first.

Taking advantage of a second of weakness on her part, Yoongi reversed the role in a grunt and flipped her over on the rug. On the next thrust, he leaned over her, kissing her, and swaying her finely crafted figure back. One hand planted in the floor by her head, he accelerating his desperate, raging thrusts. The longer he went on, the less suave he became. More aggressive. More relentless.

He waited for her to plunge first, he was The Gumiho after all. He had his pride. He heard the sounds of pleasure pressing through her throat faster and faster. His skin slapping against hers barely audible among her exclamations, as a litany of fuck fuck fuck fuck escaped her. The orgasm took her the second the dam she had been holding with all her strenght breached and crumbled. It only took his teeth grapping over her bottom lip to let it all go in a huge wave, and the culmination of all her overheating senses to curl her toes all the way to the seventh heaven. Saein could swear she saw angels and bells there.

Over her, he was gripping his knuckles white on the low table as her pleasure morphed into energy, once again, and had steadily grown as if it was electricity, wave by wave, suddenly flew in his skin like a thunderbolt, knocking the air out of him. What she felt, he felt. On top of what he was already fighting against. There was no sense resisting anymore. All the ebullition that had built in him bursted into her welcoming heat. Yoongi came in her, with only enough common sense not to crash down in her while poured himself with abandonment, ferosity and solace until it hurt to stay there.

He collapsed at her side. His hair stuck on his sweaty forehead, his pant still around one ankle, and incredibly, extraordinarily full.

Her strength left her the moment the orgasm calmed down in what she could only describe as peaceful quiet. It had been the first time in months that she did not think about monsters and end of the world matters. Her mind was completely free, only concerned with the ecstasy over her sweaty body. She could get used to this. 

For a while, they just stood there, on the soiled carpet, staring at the ceiling, while their breathing steadied and sweaty beyond belief.

"So... Did it work?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you feed?"

She turned her glowing face to him. He found the detail of the carpentry fascinating. "Hm, hm," he confirmed. Oh, did he feed.

"Really? I didn't feel anything," she sounded disappointed as she perked up on a elbow. He looked tired, glowing, content, although also a little abashed, avoiding her gaze. Flushed and human, but she wouldn't dare say that. "So, are you like, full?"

"I am..." He smacked his lips with his tongue before slowly grinning. "For now."

He had led them into the bathroom, but it wasn't any bathroom. The sun in its dying hours was coating through the large windows a washroom made of wood and dark stones, with the bath as its center piece surrounded by plants and multicolored vials that she had no desire to figure out what was inside. She also spot a pile of silky clothes neatly folded by the sink. The fox truly made this house his, uh. She would almost feel bad about making him leave if she hadn't know the real owner, and the few horrors enacted to terrorize poor onlookers so he could keep it out of sight.

Out of nowhere, water began flowing into the bath and steam spiraled up in the air. Saein shot him a look. "That's your ritual?"

"Don't you clean your food?" His tone was irritably too innocent about it. With another flick of the wrist, the wooden curtains gently fell and the candles lit to compensate for the loss of the light. "So you want me to take a bath?" His hands gripped her hips from behind and his index teased under her tee-shirt, leaving goose bumps on her flesh. He leaned. "You spend your nights chasing cadavres in cemeteries, can you blame me?" "Alright now,  that's part of the whole schtick, it doesn't mean I'm not familiar with soap and-" Her protestation was blown out like a candle flame as he placed a chaste kiss below her ear, and profited from her confusion to remove the piece of coton out of her, leaving her bra as the sole protector of her bust.

She tried to turn around, avid to dive in the dance but he held her in place. "Don't. Let me." His voice had changed, deeper, authoritative, as if the mask of the Man was fissuring, and something else was echoing.

His digits were tracing thoughtless patterns on her neck, her shoulders, her back, while she was biting her lip down, fighting every instinct to stay put, to let him play with her, ravaging her with the most innocuous motions while every fiber of her being were screaming for permission to pin him on the floor. A silent sigh when he suddenly undid her denim button and the baggy jeans dropped to her ankles. She felt him so close behind her but he was careful to never let his body brush her more than a few seconds, here and there, only in the most benign parts of her, while he was removing every single pieces of clothing on her, always gently pushing her away when she was trying to speed up the process, and leading her inside the bath at the same time.

By the time she sank in, Saein was losing the threads of her thoughts in the sensitive mess he had made of her skin, and the heated water over her millions of pins and needles felt like an healing balm. So distracted by the relief, she only heard him shuffle something in her back and before she could glance back at him, he had removed his drapery robe and freed his arms but nothing more.

In her bubbles, she was starkly naked while he stood dry and fully dressed, sitting himself down by the edge of the bath as a smile was floating on his lips, absorbed in his admiration. Still, some part of him was waiting for her to stand up, throw a punch at him and leave, but there she was, the mighty Slayer, her eyes coated with a hazy nitescence and her jet hair swaying in the wake of the waves. Beautiful.

"How you feeling?"

"Hm, warm." She pulled on his shirt. "Come." With care, he removed her fingers to interlace theirs and, with an embrace, brought her easily closer to him, keeping her back against the edge of the bath and therefore removing himself from her vision and yet invading her space, his mouth straying right by her ear. "No, thank you. I like the view from here better."

Out of thin air, Yoongi pulled a sponge already foaming and began bathing her, washing properly her arms, her feet, her thighs, brushing innocently over her chest, hovering prudishly between her legs... When she strayed too far ahead in the water, the gumiho had to bend over to bring her back with a firm pull.

"Hajima", he murmured to her ear and the sensation of his breath sent a pulse in her belly. "Stop teasing me, then." She could hear him hold back a chuckle. "Already?" He was worse than a cat with a mouse, the anticipation was killing her. "Alright, then." And he took a nibble at her earlobe while his hand abandoned the sponge to travel with purpose on her breasts. He readjusted himself to be able to see the way his palm cupped under her flesh, how her nipples reacted to his touch and how her breathing grew deeper. His thumb was exploring her sensitivities, circling with precision and mirroring on the other, wondering how they would feel between his teeth... Focus.

Every tremor of hers was improving his aim and soon she came to regret the time he only teased for now he seemed to only care about finding the most sensible inches of her. Through his fingertips, the nine-tailed fox could sense the wave of pleasure rising in her, a slow churning he was spurring, only when it reached the tide he craved for that one of his hand slip along her skin all the way down to the warmth of her intimacy and let the surge build.  

She held back a gasp as he began exploring, gently wondering around at the rhythm of her twitches, stroking her piano keys and figuring out her harmony. It's only when she dropped her head back on his shoulder with a contained groan that he noticed something was off and froze.

"Are you holding back your voice?"

"Uh? aniyo,"

He scoffed, she was not even trying to lie properly. "You are, and you're trying to come fast!" The Gumiho couldn't tell if he was outraged or amused. "I thought you wanted to feed me, what kind of lukewarm meal is that?" Ceasing coldly all his movements, leaving her oh so lonely, "Don't-" She stopped herself. Since his assaults had taken hold of her, this was her first chance to properly breathe among the steam that was now completely enveloping them. "Maybe, I'm just not the loud type" Shameless, the huntress that had made herself a willing prey wouldn't even turn her head to see the disapproving face of a man that was not buying any of that bullshit. "Oh, really?" Thank goodness she could not the glint that had lit up in his pupils. Without warning, his fingers took back hold of what they had abandoned and, neglecting the gentleness they had showed previously, ferociously threw her back into such a tidal wave that he nearly defeated her right here and there and a moan escaped her lips and fell with the taste of candy into his ear. "Sorry, what was that?" That lil bastard ..

But he doesn't gloat further, he knows he opened the gates he meant to open and Saein showed no signs, despite her annoyance, to close them again, getting louder and louder as his fingers slipped deeper and deeper, with an expert cadence and making her forget why she ever felt embarrassed, or even where she was.

Her toes curled, the tsunami announcing in her now reflected in her unrest body making their own real waves. She reached for the bathtub for support but instead found the back of his hair. Getting the silent message, with a kiss in the nook of her neck, he kept her pinned against the tub with one hand on her stomach while the other was bringing her closer and closer to the edge, but knowing when to slow down to only push her further, scaring her with the height and the desperation for it she was reaching. The faster her heart beat, the higher the wave was building in her, the more energy was pulsing from her to him, clouding his judgment and restraint. The kiss on her neck turned into frenzied licks, his tongue tasting the salt of her skin. Feeding through the touch of his fingers felt like slurping a fine wine, but it was through his mouth the Gumiho truly felt the whole meal, and the hunger being satisfied.

Another va-et-viens and -

"I'm there, I'm there!"

Her toes curled, every fiber of her being tensed as the pleasure flooded in and out of her. He barely slowed down for a minute, letting them both ride it, until he felt her hand try to push his away, but he held on. "Not yet. More." He groaned, that bass in his voice more guttural than ever. His movements picked up and the Slayer that wasn't even properly done riding her first orgasm, nearly squeaked as the second came on the horizon. Softly, this time, he coddled her "You can go further," but his velvety tones did not align with the manner in which he was ravaging her clit with his thumb while the index and major were arching in her without mercy. She kicked the water and cursed his name in unspeakable languages. Yet, it took no time at all for another tsunami that made the first one pale in comparison took her in an interminable spiral, as he was guiding her through it, driving her through the surges until, little by little, they became ripples.

Then only, he withdrew, as well as his grip on her and let her slip down further in the water... Only to immediately catch her again when he noticed she was slipping down too fast and too low. "Oi careful there."

Her eyes rolled back.

"... damn..."

It was so hot in there, so hot and her heart was pounding so hard in her ribcage it was the only thing she could hear. She was on the brink of passing out

 And yet it felt like heaven. A steamy heaven.  

He laid her back up in the bath, more securely, and after making sure she was holding her own, he let go of her to lean back on the edge, his chin in his palm, watching her come back to earth, fascinated. If he was honest, he also felt a little more light-headed, distracted, (aroused), than he had expected but he put it on the account of not having this kind of full meal in quite a long time. He was just out of practice.

She was watching him too, in a haze. He hadn't let her sneak more than a peek of his face while he was playing with her and now there he was, almost glowing in the steam, a look of pure satisfaction on his fine lines. Her gaze fell on his milky skin, the sharp shape of his eyebrows, the round curve of his nose, and then longed on his lips, his full, enticing, slightly apart lips, ready for reaping. "Pretty."

She didn't realize she had been moving, nor did he understand her intentions until, with barely a touch, with the softest of collision, her lips locked themselves with his. His eyes widened as hers close shut, impervious. A smile of hers broke it. "That was nice"  

Taken aback, the mythical creature blinked.

He would have stayed there, frozen, if she hadn't almost slipped down in the bath again in her attempt to return to her previous position, before he caught back her arm, and his senses.

"Alright, time for a nap." And with a swift movement, he got her out of the bath and into his arms, grabbing a towel he snuggled her into, and led her out to the bed.

EPILOGUE

He sat  her on the mattress, handing her an old tee-shirt, as she mumbled.

"I'm not sleepy."

"Your eyes are still close."

Crunching her nose, she opened, with difficulty, her eyes and slipped into the white tee. As he was about to leave, she said "How about you?"

"What about me?" She reached for the rim of his pants to turn the fox to her.

"Don't you want me to take care of you?" The cocky smile he drew on his face was not quite as confident as he would want it to be, still rattled by earlier.

He gently removed her hand and, holding her shoulders, laid her down forcibly on the bed. "It's your pleasure that feeds me, not mine. So... I need you rested, and comfortable, and happy. Sleep, I'm begging you."

Nobody could deny the exhaustion that had taken over her, not even her when she could scarcely get back up now that she felt the softness of the comforter. Still, she grabbed his shirt before he could back away.

"But it still feels good, right?"

This time, he almost laughed. "I guess it's not too bad."

Now, her smile, that was a cocky smile. She pulled, and he suddenly remembered her strength as he nearly smashed into her if he hadn't caught himself with an elbow, inches away from her face.

"I'll sleep, if you sleep."

The prophecies. The legends. All leading to ... her destiny? In Hwachang? The misty city in the south of Seoul, was sitting prettily on top of a Hellmouth, a fissure between realities that let demons in and attracted the local bloodsuckers, kooky wizards and the occasional delusional mummy to its source, but nothing to worry! For the Slayer (or one of anyway, nowadays they operated more in the thousand, which was still quite a low number considering it was worldwide, but you gotta admit it is better that the One, unique, singular numero uno it used to be) had made it her home a few years back already and kept the lid on the infernal soup brewing in there. Somewhat. As best as she could, you know, while juggling her two part-times and gig in the band to whom she promised she wouldn't miss another concert or she would clean Lee's drumset off the gums the kids stuck there with a toothbrush.

But you gotta stake a vampire's heart first!

Or fix the Gumiho issue the sunny-smiled client had brought to your door, and with payment for a change.

... And now, she was waking up in his bed.

Snuggled against him, his warmth, his slow breathing. For the first time in years, she had dreamt of nothing. Her mind had been preoccupied with rest only. Even as she rose back into consciousness, there was something peaceful in the room with the way the light was turning golden through the curtains, or was it the summer breeze of the evening? Saein couldn't remember why she was fighting off the urge to fall back in, let the embrace of oblivion wrap her once again. It was his presence, the fox, the sneaky little fox she had thrown herself at his mercy and could not find any regrets for, innocently dozing off behind her that awoke her fully. She didn't even know what a Gumiho was a month ago and now she was spooning with one, wondering if she should interrogate the reason it felt like an elephant had took off his foot from her chest and ultimately deciding to leave that for the next spiralling down existential crisis that was most likely looming around soon. In the meantime, she'd enjoy the lightness.

Her sleepy gaze fell on his curled hand that he had kept where she put it, hugging her from behind, right next to her own arm and she was, without realizing, noting their every detail: the paths his veins were drawing on his pale skin, the pinkish color of his knuckles, how long his fingers extended despite being crouched over themselves... Her mind wandered towards those fingers' abilities. The way he could sense and absorb emotions, but not any emotion, hers, no, no not exactly, not any of hers either, just pleasure. Her thoughts drifted back to what those fingers did to her only a few hours before, how they felt on her body, in her body... The memory alone is enough to bring back the electric warmth. It felt like trying to remember a dream that kept escaping her. The more she tried to recount all the details, the more she grew restless, the proximity of his body right next to her seeming too far, and the more the view of those fingers being so close to her skin and yet motionless was driving her bonkers.

Suddenly, it occurred to her. Once again, somehow, she had her back to him. Maybe it was because they were practically in the same position than in the bathroom, and her body was merely reacting to the recall like, like... muscle memory, or something. She wanted needed to see his face. She turned slowly to face him, and the change of position made his hand slip to her waist. Damnit. But now she could see him. Half his face snuggled into a pillow, the fox looked peaceful, almost innocent. So human, not a single feature betraying him. His long raven hair fell across his eyelids, his cheeks were fuller you would expect, and, like a magnet, her gaze fell to his well-defined lips. Once again, she felt the rythme of her heart accelerate and a fog rise amidst her better judgment as she leaned ever so slightly. "You're..."  Gorgeous. It was stupid how gorgeous he looked. It would be pointless trying to explain the harmony of his traits, he might as well have been sculpted by the fabric of the universe itself.  

"Hm?" His grumbling scared the living bejesus out of her, with his cave-like voice, awakening from the depth of his sleep and stopping her cold in her tracks. He opened his eyes and for a moment they were both frozen, neither willing to give in nor escape whatever this situation was. Saein, going as far as tilting her head as if she was not leaning mere inches away from him, innocently echoed: "Hm?"

Yoongi's eyes were flickering all over her face, trying to figure her out and finding himself completely unable to. That was not how things usually go. By now, she should be miles away from here, actually she shouldn't even be in his bed. ACTUALLY, a Slayer, should not even be in the same city than him, and definitely not offer herself up and even less should he be able to still taste her in his veins, and crave her... Her scent should not be all over his sheets, and he should not be woken up with her, above him, taunting him.

Saein moved closer, and he recognized the same look she had given him in the bathtub. "What are you-" he said absentmindedly, as his whole brain, barely awakened, was shutting down in the attempt to process the situation, only aware in this instant of her face closing the distance on his. As if she was in a  trance, she continued to mumble to herself "You look..." The words died on her lips as she could no take off her eyes from his. If only she knew how he was looking at her, completely puzzled and adoring with defeat the confusion she was putting him through, but her attention was entirely on her own realization of his absolute sinful beauty she was gorging herself in.

She swallowed the last distance between them and let the end of the sentence crash on his mouth, unfinished, sealing the answer with a kiss that felt like silk, mellow and light. This time, the fox was not as taken aback as he was before, but still, he had no time to process or react before she halted it. "You've got to stop doing that", he murmurs behind his breathe as they are close enough to hear any whisper from each other. "Why?" The fever was still very much present in her. "It's not what I usually ..." "It's not part of the ritual?" She rubbed her nose against his, he bit his bottom lip, suddenly crisping, then finally exhaling: "Yeah, something like that." But you're not pushing her off. "You said you fed on my pleasure... Can't you feel it?" He did. Every brush against his nose, the slightest touch of her wandering lips hovering right above his, waiting for nothing more than permission, with every single skin ship, he could feel her, completely, her and the flood of emotions she carried. More than the kiss, it was the eagerness that made him spiral. She was so .. what was she? 

"Christ, you just woke up, what did you dream about to be like that?" But he couldn't help himself, he couldn't deny that she was stirring up his own hunger at an alarming pace. Now, as if she could read his defenses melt away, her fingers were venturing along his neck all the way to his jaw. "I dreamt of a bath." He smirked. The fox is back. "A good bath?" The gumiho slowly rose up, making sure to never wander an inch away from the distance they had established, their breath mingling together.  She tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. Her smile widened. "It wasn't too bad, i guess." That's all it took, Yoongi succumbed to the black hole-like attraction and, truly, fully, kissed her.

 Kissing him was intoxicating. Kissing him was understanding the meaning of lust itself. She felt like she was satisfying a thirst after a drought, like the water had been right out of her reach for days and now it was gliding in her throat and she didn't know how to appreciate the immensity of it. The slayer was a good kisser, but even her had to admit she had never been or kissed like that. She felt no inhibitions with him, and why should she? This was always what she came here for, and intimacy with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. Saein didn't wait to take over, guiding the depth of the kiss to the heights of her expectations, rolling over him for more control, sitting on his chest and her hands sliding in his hair.

The chaste kiss was far gone and they were inhaling each other, exploring how far the other would let them go and neither posing any boundaries if it wasn't for the rush that limited either from melting completely in one movement before another got distracted by wanting more.

The Gumiho was completely overwhelmed. There was a reason he didn't usually kiss. Although the mythical creature fed through every touch, his mouth remained the true mean to do so, and therefore the most sensitive part of him. He had a hard time focusing on her pleasure without getting distracted by his before he could actually eat anything. She made his head spin, dangerously. He got so dismayed by his own efforts to snap out of it that he didn't notice one of her hand forsake his dark hair to travel down his chest and work on the buttons of his silky shirt. He only noticed when she freed his mouth, although he pursued her in a rush, to kiss her way down his neck and when she reached his collarbone, all the buttons had come undone and she was sliding her fingers along his bare skin. "So soft," she whispers in-between pecks, finally giving him a moment to breathe but only as she has a new destination in mind. Before moving any way down further, she suddenly sat back up, straddling him. Here, she was taking him in, slowing down their clock at a still because the view was breathtaking.

Yoongi was having a hard time catching his breath, his eyes slightly rolled back, his mouth still hanging open. He looked both ethereal and lost in ether at once. Her gaze followed the trace of her fingers on his chest, feasting on the wide, soft but defined chest, nearly drooling at it. "Not bad," she sighed.

This was the moment she started to wonder if Gumihos didn't emit pheromones or something  because there was no way she was like that just after a make out session, right?

"Not bad," he repeated. With the golden light from the dying sun coming behind her, the Slayer looked divine. He was looking up at her, standing astride him, her messy onyx hair dripping down on her forehead, the curve of her waist he could distinguish through the enormous tee-shirt he had lent her, her naked thighs pressing against his ribs, and if she were to move back ever so slightly...

His eyes widened when she proceeded to do just that, but instead of following through on his thoughts, she merely bent back to kiss, with tenderness, his chest. She was putting all her attention on how the muscles of his breast reacted to her touch, tensing up and releasing, caressing the smooth skin and the chest hair before adventuring herself onto the most sensitive parts: the brown pinkish buttons enticing her. Her teeth brushed over, then bit above it, before remembering how much she hated him teasing her the same way, which honestly was leaning her more towards teasing him even more but her own desires won and she started licking unceremoniously the nipple, exhorting a deep grunt out of him. He didn't just lost control, he wasn't sure he could remember the meaning of the word. Admittedly, it had been a while since he had been on the receiving end but by the name of all that is evil, what the fuck.

When he felt her hand sneaking down between his legs, he suddenly pulled himself back up, making her slump on her ass on the mattress, wide-eyed.

He coughed with a forced laugh, as if he just remembered something that could not wait. "I forgot you're human! You gotta be hungry." Parsed lips, eye contact nowhere to be seen. Her eyes succinctly fell down below his waist but she did not comment on what she saw and he pretended not to notice but continued with a faster pace. "I'm not going to make you starve, I take care of my guests, I'm not a monster. Wait here." Before she had the chance to riposte, or comprehend the sudden switch, he was gone in a storm.

"I did my research, I know."

He crossed his arms over his chest, not unamused. In front of him, there she stood, the Venus de Milo, on the wane of the theaters of horrors, too at-ease in its throes to shiver at the sight anymore.

"Why would you do that?"

"You're a picky eater, aren't you?"

"I'm being careful with spicy food. Especially ones that leave me with souvenirs." The Gumiho pulled his shirt with one of his claws to expose the scar she had left above his collarbone a couple of days ago.

She grimaced. "Right, sorry. That's part of the reason, I mean you're stuck here because of me, and you asked me if you should just starve now so... "

"So? You're going to..."

"Not let you starve."

This time, Yoongi burst out in incredulous laughter. The slayer was messing with him, showing up with all five feet of snark at his door and empty promises in a leather trenchcoat.

She never lacked confidence, Saein, but that was a bold move. Thankfully, every doubt she had was obscured by the sheer strength of her stubbornness to the point that, when the Gumiho, disguised as a man, approached at an excruciatingly slow pace, all he could read on her face was her provocation to take her at her word.

He bent over, squinting. "Really?"

He looked otherworldly, with a hint of depravity, but she knew that already.

She looked delicious, with a hint of sardonic, but he knew that already.

"Really." She only needed to whisper for him at this distance. And now, she was the one smiling for there was no hiding from him of the hunger that had risen at the mere thought. She could swear his pupils had grown bigger.

She pulled on the pearl necklace to bring him closer and repeated, softer. "Really."

But, as her eyes fell on his lips, he pulled back.

"If you're not interested-"

"That's not- You are serious."

"I am... curious."

"You trust me?"

" ... For this, yes. It's your expertise, isn't it?"

"It is."

He smacked his lips, seemingly deep into the unraveling of his dilemmas while she was fighting off her pride, only pulled back by the more nustled in feeling she had denied and still does even though it murmurs with honey its spelling to her ear: lust.

She had a way about her, the Slayer, a tranquil confidence enveloped in fiery defiance and here she was standing, offering herself up an unbearable human fragility that was, oh, so tantalizing, the sweetest trap that just might be worth the sugar it held.

He couldn't help himself but fall in it.

His fingers tucked back a strand of her hair behind her ear, and the first skinship came with the promise of her anticipation. She wasn't lying. She wanted this. His thumb fluttered along her jaw all the way to her lips.

Saein, like hypnotized, held her breath, and instinctively came closer, her nose nearly touching his, she leaned and-