Part IV

They reached his house in around five minutes. It wasn't a big house but it was pretty in its own way. In a way his house was the border between the rich and the poor. His house was the barrier between the low cost housing areas and the huge mansions in his area. The grass was neatly trimmed and the house well maintained.

'Here we are. Home sweet home.' he said.

'Its pretty! Looks like one of those cottages from overseas.' she exclaimed commenting on the roof tiling.

'I don't know about that. But its home to me. And theres no place I feel safer than here.' he smiled.

As he open the door they could hear excited yipping coming from inside the house.

'Hey sweetie. Daddy's home.' he cooed opening the grill door. A little puppy barely a hands width size ran excitedly at him. He picked her up and she began a through inspection of his face with her tongue. Then she stopped. Staring critically at the intruder in her territory.

'This is Yuki, baby. Say hello!' he told the pup and put her down. The pup jumped around excitedly then stood on her back paws, waiting to be carried.

'I think she wants you to carry her.' he explained.

'Oh my god! She so tiny and adorable. She said carrying the pup. Baby began licking her face in quite a serious manner.

'Hey hey... don't slobber all over her. I don't want her smelling like you,' he complained.

'Oh hush, she's just being friendly,' she chided.

'If her tail shakes any harder she'll start floating,' he grumbled.

'Its like a little helicopter,' she giggled. 'Baby! Baby! Baby!' she called. Even more excited, her tail moved even more frantically.

'Put her down already. If you carry her any longer she'll forget how to walk. Or worse still, expect me to carry her little butt everywhere.' he scolded.

She put the puppy down and the puppy began running excitedly around the couple. Stopping every now and then to sniff Yuki's toes which had be painted.

'You're gonna be sick if you lick nail polish you silly girl!' he spanked her lightly on her bottom.

They went to the sofa. He sat down and she lay her head on his lap.

'You're beautiful you know. I mean that,' he close his eyes and reached in to kiss her lips... only to find a bundle of fur between him and his target.

'BABY!' he scolded. 'Get off!'

The pup was too busy licking Yuki's face to pay any notice to her master. Tail wagging excitedly all the while. Yuki laughed and cuddled the puppy.

'I think she's jealous!' she giggled.

'I think she's a pain!' he grumbled.

'Don't be so mean. She's only a pup.' she chastised and leaned in to kiss him.

Their lips met softly at first. Then the kissed deepened and he cupped her chin gently. He kissed her forehead and then leaned down to continue the kiss they had started, and found something licking his neck.

'This isn't a menage trois!' he said disgustedly. He reached for Yuki's hand and led her upstairs, trailed by a eager puppy all the way up the stairs.

'I'll show you who's boss.' He carried Baby into his brother's room and put a treat on the floor. Distracted, the puppy nuzzled happily at the treat and ignored the two of them for a while.

'Thats bribery!' she said accusingly.

'A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!' he said, shutting the door and leaving the puppy in his brothers room.

'This is my room.' he said simply.

'Its a mess! And whats all this writing on your walls?' she asked curiously reading the scribblings on the wall. 'Poems!' she exclaimed. 'You write poems? How come I never knew?' she asked.

'Its no big deal. I just like writing crap on my walls. Gives the place more atmosphere.' he shrugged.

'I'm dating a poet. Who hasn't written a poem for me!' she glared at him.

'I only write about depressing things. Are you sure you want me to write about you? he laughed.

'Write me a nice one then!' she commanded.

'Typical of a woman trying to change her man.' he groaned.

'I'll be real nice to you if you write me a nice poem!' she grabbed him suddenly and started kissing him.

It was a gentle kiss at first. Then he gently held a handful of her hair and kissed her even more intensely. Their worlds shrank into that kiss. Twirling and spinning. Colors floated before their eyes and there was nothing more important in the world than that share physical connection.

His hands were on her. Not grabbing or holding, merely possessing. Gently yet authoratively he carressed her with his fingers. His left hand traced circles down her back, resting at the small of her back.

Hard on soft. Firm on gentle. Butterfly kisses here and there. Skin on skin. Caressing, touching and fulfilling. Fire on fire. The smell of desire filled the air.

They were both breathing hard before they noticed their clothes were on the floor.

'Wait,' she gasped. 'Please. I've never done this before. Please don't hurt me.' she looked at him directly in the eyes, a slow blush forming from her neck to her face.

He looked at her eyes. His body ached to be with her. And to possess her. But the look in her eye; that innocence, that fear. He pushed her onto the bed.