A/N: This is a lemon/smut fic set in the future of "The Purity of White Seems To Be Red". There are some other things hinted on, that take place in the future of that universe and might appear in a sequel or other spin-offs.^^

By the way I was asked to write a RokuBeni lemon. I will try (!) but can't promise. :P

Warning: Very explicit and graphical description! Do not read, if you're underage!

(As if anyone would listen to those warnings, but I have done my duty. The rest is up to you.^^)

Dancing in the Steps of Love

They danced.

They danced to the beat of their hearts.

A smooth rhytm, that let them sway from side to side.

Nothing could destroy the utter happiness she felt at this moment. Moving in their loving embrace she looked at her fuchsia haired fiance. There were no words to express the feelings, she held for him in her heart.

He had been so sweet arranging a dinner for them. Of course Shimon hadn't cooked it himself so not to mess up. He had surprised her, when she came home, already waiting in her room at the Amawaka estate and she was pretty sure, it had been thanks to Yuzuru-san's help, that they were sated now with delicious food.

When they had finished, he had looked at her so sincere, it scared her fearing the worst. He began talking about how she irritated him at first, when they had met, how his feelings had taunted him for months. She'd listened to his words with the feeling of doom levitating over her head. Was he breaking up with her?

She had remembered their first meeting then, when she had accidentally walked in on him after he'd taken a shower and had sent her this icy glare. They had always thought back with humor to their first meeting but in this moment all she had been able to see was the icy glare from back then.

Yet, suddenly his expression had changed, with his eyes smiling at her. They had born that soft gaze, he especially held for her. He had told her, he would not have dared to dream, it would lead to this day. Then, with a firm and leveled voice, he asked for her hand in marriage.

In that moment she had recalled the promise they had made in face of the great battle against Ijika Yuuto. She hadn't forgotten it, as they had been theoretically engaged since then. Weeks and months had gone by afterwards. She just hadn't thought it was the right time to realize their plan and so had he, until now.

But when he had asked her to marry him, Mayura couldn't think about a moment more right than this.

With tears streaming down her face she had thrown herself at him and buried her head on a shoulder, muffling her answer.

It had always been "Yes".

Since the day, Shimon and her promised each other to return safely to this realm and get married, it had been a "Yes".

They had enjoyed their embrace after she calmed down, leaving small kisses of adoration on each other. Then he'd rose to his feet, taking her with him and slowly started to move his feet in a slow dance, as she cuddled herself closer in his embrace.

They had danced for a while now. Looking at him, Mayura knew, she didn't want him to leave tonight, nor ever again.

She giggled at the small blush, that appeared on his cheeks, when she had stretched her body standing on her toes and whispered into his ears, "Make love to me, Shimon."

"Are you... sure?" He asked carefully.

She was. Him probing for any insecurity on her side, didn't make her feel insecure or shy. It just made her heart ache for him. Shimon, this strong man, was gentle and kind. She couldn't help but being attracted to his caring side. And like each time other time, she found this side to be very cute. "Let's not wait any longer, Shimon."

He nodded at her. A serious look formed on his face, almost as if he was preparing for battle.

Slowly he dipped his head again and he kissed her.

He kissed her gently.

He kissed her, slowly moving his lips against hers.

Their world was a bright one with tongues of fire and ice dancing to an infinite song.

In response her heart stumbled a few beats and she grabbed for the support of his shoulders, holding thightly onto him.

While his lips traced hers, a hand skirted down to her hip and he pulled her body closer to his again. Soon their kiss deepened, as their tongues met.

Arousal swept through her veins, fusing with the love and adoration she held for him. Each touch took her apart piece by piece, leaving her sensitive and rough on emotions.

When she could not stand it any longer, she pulled away. Slowly she unclasped each bottom of his dark green shirt, she had bought him for their first anniversary, as he watched her with the eyes of a predator. She admired every piece of his skin, that became visible. Through the last year his shoulders had broadened and his facial lines had hardened, making him even more attractive.

At the last bottom Mayura noticed the tent, that had risen in his trousers. Some ancient instinct was taking over her, as she felt pure heat collecting below her stomach at the sight. Knowing that she was the reason for his state, decorated her desire for him with a layer of gold.

He blushed a little bit, when he noticed her gaze.

In a tentative motion she pulled back his shirt, revealing his lean body to her.

His scars became apparent, visible to her sight. She kissed every one of them from his shoulders to his hips. Tears flew to her eyes, as she kissed the scar on his shoulder that had been her fault. He had shielded her with his body from a lethal attack back then. The image of a vermilion screen with a clutching deep wound in his shoulder would still come to her as sharp at it had been on that day. A sad sigh left her lips and she continued her travel down his body.

She knew, she had her own scars. Less than him and only one big, unsightly one. One she never had regretted, as she had saved his life by taking the wound for him.

Her lips followed the lines of his chest, down his stomach.

Then she noticed them again. On his stomach were four small scratches, the scars formed the shape of a claw. Very thin but all the more visible for her.

Before she had seen them for the first time a while back, she had never known he hadn't healed himself after their training. Although he had lessened her guilt back then by complimenting her, fresh guilt clenched on her heart, every time she saw them. She pressed a lingering kiss on the scars, she had caused, when she felt his fingers running through her hair. She looked up and was welcomed with his loving smile.

They had their history. They should keep looking towards the future.

Taking her by the elbows, Shimon pulled her up and dipped his head to kiss her again.

She reacted closing her arms around him. When she touched the naked skin of his chest and back, she sighed at its soft and smooth feeling. All these muscles were wrapped up nicely and she could touch him forever, never being bored by the feeling.

He changed the angle of his head and disrupted the kiss, that tugged on her heart and poured heat into the region under her belly. After taking a few deep breaths, he nuzzled her neck and began kissing his way up and down.

A low moan disrupted her throat. For all the time they had been a couple, he had at one early time spotted this weak point of her's and since then he had exploited this weakness. When she once asked him, why he was so eager to kiss her there, he confessed he loved the noises she made.

Mayura moaned and rubbed her legs against each other. She felt hot and bothered.

He broke his ministration. His fingers flew across the hem of her shirt, grazing her skin slightly. A seductive promise of a touch.

Without a word Mayura knew, that he was asking for permission.

Her eyes met his. He patiently watched her.

When she nodded to him, Shimon finally lifted her shirt.

His eyes; a year ago she had thought, they could only look fierce and sharp, but she had learned they could also be so gentle. Now his eyes shone with admiration, as his gaze slowly traveled over her body, making her skin tingle on their wake.

Never had they seen each other fully undressed before. He had been an absolute gentleman in their relationship. Most of the times they had touched and caressed above the clothing, which had left her so often bothered and hot after he left her. Only sometimes they had pushed their clothing aside, as they passionately kissed and caressed each other. But he hadn't pushed her or forced her to so something, she wasn't ready for. Even when he had looked so troubled and she considered to give in to the need sizzling between them, he had been determined to wait.

Just once had they been barely able to withstand the pull and the heat between them, as she ended on his lap. Almost did they break the promise to wait, they made to each other moments prior, when they were rocking against each other, until he stopped them by holding her up with his hands grabbing tightly onto her hips and rasping on raging breaths, looking like he would explode at any time. But no matter how uncomfortable or pained he had looked after they had taken it almost too far, Shimon had been high on self-restraint.

Yet, unintentionally he had gifted her with her first release back then, as she later learned what the shaking, pleasurable feeling had been, that had her moaning on his lap, when she had rubbed herself eagerly against his hardness. Since then Mayura had caught herself sometimes recalling the memory, that made her blush in embarrassment and – if she was honest with herself – excitement. And she had dreamed about it. Dreamed about him making her feel like this again, when they joined, making her yearn for him in the morning.

Now, as he was watching her, she thought, she couldn't be more ready than at this moment to finally become his wholly in body and soul. To give everything and receive all of his in return.

Soon his hands followed the route his eyes had taken. The soft touch of his fingertips left a warm, tingling trail on her skin from her hips, over her belly to the outside of her bra. All these emotions he invoked with a simple gaze and a simple touch, they were too much. With tears gathering in her eyes and a shivering body, she reached out for his support.

His body met hers halfway in a loving embrace, as he pressed his nose into her hair. He then moved his feet, slowly maneuvering them towards her bed. She smiled at his simple gesture of comfort. Somehow he always looked right through her.

When they reached the bed, he smirked at her in a devilishly handsome way and pushed them both down.

With a giggle she fell on the mattress, followed by Shimon, who caught his fall with his arms on her sides. His gaze was filled love, as they simply smiled at each other. No words were needed.

He then leaned down capturing her lips in an all so sweet kiss, that made her toes curl.

Her soon to be husband caressed the skin above her breast. His slow caress was enough for her to shiver and she pressed her hands onto his shoulders, trying to steady herself.

A shaky sigh left her, as she deepened the kiss. His hand lay on her left breast. When their kiss became more passionate it traveled to her back. While it fumbled and fought a while with her bra's clasp, she enjoyed the feeling of their tongues meeting in a slow and intimate dance, spreading butterflies through her heart and sending a wave of warmth below her stomach.

Mayura softly moaned, when she felt his hand on her breast again, brushing her nipple and causing a tingle to run up and down her body.

Shimon broke the kiss and looked at her with an hungry gaze, that mirrored her own desire and made the temperature around them rise to an unbearable degree. Her hands traced the outline of his back, as he shifted a little bit. Then he sucked on her neck and left a wet trail of kisses to her breast. She held her breath, until he finally enclosed his lips around her nipple. She did not know, if it was her own moan or his, she heard, as she shifted her legs seeking comfort and relief at the electrifying touch.

An almost unbearable heat spread through her, as she watched him tentatively treating her, seeing how he carefully licked and sucked her nipple, with an abiding patience and gentleness. He was always like this. Being so careful about her, while making her blood boil. She felt like she had waited for this day, for this moment forever.

She felt his hands softly caressing her legs, leaving an hot trail on her skin. While his lips played with her breasts his hands agonizingly slowly traveled up her legs.

Anticipation filled her, when they got closer and closer to the center of her desire.

She longed for his touch.

One of her hands ran up his back to his hair, burying her fingers into it.

Her breath hitched in her throat, when his hands almost reached her.

The desire to be touched by him flowed harshly through her.

Time seemed to dribble by merciless, as she waited for the graze of his fingers to reach her.

A shaky breath left her at the idea of Shimon touching her there.

She tightened the grasp on her fingers on his hair, when his skin caressed the skin between her hip and abdomen.

Torturous slowly they reached for her most sensitive spot, while Shimon sucked on her nipple more eagerly now.

And then...

Then his fingers passed the center of her lust, heading upwards instead.

Mayura couldn't hold back the moan of complaint leaving her.

His answer was a soft groan, that showed her, he was restraining himself again, not doing what he wanted to do the most. Instead he raised one hand to her other breast, grabbing onto it, as he harshly breathed into her left breast. Her skin vibrated under his erratic breaths, tingling  her sensually. His other hand played with the skin above her abdomen.

She felt overly sensitive to his touch and had problems to control her own breathing, as she withered beneath him. This was too much. She didn't know, how long she would be able to bear this need and heat within her.

As his tongue continued his ministrations on her, she bucked her hips, feeling the desperate urge to have something being pressed up against the space between her legs was making her mad.

Suddenly she felt the touch of something against her and moaned for the relief she was feeling. As she opened her eyes, she saw the reason of the end of her torture through the gap between his head and her body. Whether unconsciously or intentionally Shimon had answered her silent wishes, when he shifted one of his legs between hers, while he continued to pleasure her.

She felt the heat core of his mouth sucking more firmly on her. On instinct her hips heaved, her private area connected to his leg. She moaned at the feeling this simply contact elicited. A new more urgent need came to life and she pushed herself again to his leg, moaning at every contact, as she felt her panties sliding against her wet core. Her head felt dizzy and every feeling seemed to center in her abdomen, as waves of pleasure spread through her.

Biting her lip, she awaited for the upcoming explosion to shake her. The one she had felt once before. The one that had made her muscles clench and release so sweetly.

Shimon left off his arousing treatment to her breast and looked at her. His azure eyes were clouded. She felt like drifting into the sky. A buzz ran through her head. His gaze pushed her dangerously close.

She held onto him tightly, as she headed for release.

But then he stopped her.

She whimpered, when she felt him pulling his leg away from her, making her feel like hanging of a cliff.

Opening her eyes, Mayura wanted to complain, but she noticed the sharp hunger in his eyes, that immediately made everything in her scream to be connected to him.

She was already soaked in sweat, when he finally pulled down her skirt in an untypically rough motion.

With trembling hands and exaggerated breathing, he managed to take care of his own pants. He obviously was as much in need as she was.

There was definitely no going back this time.

It was ought to happen sometime.

Today it was meant to be.

When they were both bare to each others sight, he joined her in a tight embrace. Her chest was pressed up against his and she felt his hard length against her abdomen, as they passionately kissed.

The touch skin on skin felt sublime, like electricity pulsating between them. It clouded her mind and heart with soft sentiments.

The love for him seemed to burst, as she wanted nothing more than to be much closer. She wanted to be connected to him in the most intimate way. One of her hands traced to his thick wild hair, while the other hold onto his shoulder before caressing the stiff muscles of his chest, the hard planes of his abdomen towards his throbbing need. Shimon had his eyes close and his head fallen back, inviting her to explore his body. She took her time, testing the pressure of her touch on him here and there, while watching him, before she finally reached his hardness.

Fascinated Mayura stroked him. Soft skin over the hard length. She watched it twitch and listened to Shimon's hiss.

Wrapping her fingers around him, she run her hand up and down, watching Shimon breathing harshly and open-mouthed. Seeing him like this, succumbing to her touches, fed her own need and she felt conflicted between wanting to watch him enjoying the pleasure she caused and finally succumbing to the craving.

After a few more strokes, she wrapped her hands more tightly around him. A sound that sounded like a yelp mixed with a groan, left his lips. He breathed her name and stopped her with his hand. His eyes pleaded with her's before he shifted towards her and turned his head for another kiss, this time needy and open-mouthed.

They harshly breathed into each other mouths, while their tongues met again and again and their shaking hands explored the other with a fiercer caress.

Mayura felt one of his hands traveling down her body and when he dipped his finger's into the wetness between her legs, she moaned in bliss. He groaned into her mouth and continued the travel of his fingers, sinking two into her.

Oh god.

A desperate whimper left her, that he answered with another groan, as he pleasured her with his fingers. Finally the urge to be filled was a bit weakened but she needed more. She felt like she would burn to ash, if he did not fulfill her need soon.

Was it some kind of instinct or love that made the idea of unification seem to be so necessary? Or both?

She did not know.

She did not care.

Not when he gave her so much just with his fingers treating her as thoroughly as if he was making love to her already.

Her eyes fluttered and searched for his. His gaze was filled with care and slightly contorted with his suppressed arousal, while he watched her.

Mayura breathed his name in a silent plea, while Shimon let his fingers glide slowly in and out of her, building up the dizzying pleasure anew, that flushed down on her in waves to the will of his fingers. A choked moan left her and she closed her eyes, while she headed again towards the peak.

After a few more lazy thrusts he retrieved his hand, a low growl leaving his throat. He softly pushed her legs more apart to gain space for himself.

His hands on her thighs were hot enough to burn her.

Struck with utter desire for him, she gasped at the very idea of them being connected soon. Her thoughts had dissolved by now, reducing her to a bud of emotions.

Then he positioned himself in front of her entrance, rubbing the head of his length against her. An insane pleasure rushed through her body, making it shake as they touched at their most sensitive parts.

Their gazes locked. An intensity hummed between them, as he began to sink into her.

With a hiss, he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lips.

Licking her own, Mayura watched in fascination, how they slowly became one, feeling the stretch of him entering her, as pleasure washed over her in waves. Their bodies were unified so intimately, it made her heart stutter.

Coming to a stop, when a little bit of his length was inside her, he opened his eyes anew and sweetly rubbed his nose against hers, before giving her a peck on the lips. She wouldn't say "No" now, even if the world ended, especially since he was so cute, being her gentle and caring Shimon.

With a nod she signaled him to continue and he pushed himself inside of her.

She had known this was going to hurt. But she didn't expect, it would hurt so much and gasped at the sudden wave of pain, as he fully buried himself inside of her. Squeezing her eyes shut she waited for the pain to go away.

It was getting better second by second. The pain lessened almost as fast as it had come. She opened her eyes and watched him. He had stopped moving, sweat formed on his forehead and face, which was twisted in guilt and concentration, as he waited for her to adapt to him.

Her heart fluttered in love and adoration. He had always been like this. Considerate and kind and trying to protect her.

She leaned up and pecked his lips in a lingering soft kiss. His eyes found hers again, when she leant back. Caring and love swam between them. And as did their gazes, their hands locked, intertwining their fingers for comfort and support through this new experience.

Slowly and carefully Shimon started to move inside her. The pain decreased and was soon replaced with pleasure.

Pleasure, that made her legs start to tremble.

Unspeakable pleasure, she was unfamiliar with. She couldn't hold in the gasp leaving her, while slowly adapting to the feelings they created.

His throaty sigh added fuel to the fire raging inside of her. His eyes were a clouded sky at a summer's day.

Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, submitting herself to the sensations, washing over her.

Ever time he entered, Mayura felt immense pleasure ripping through her body and when he withdrew, she was left with a mix of relief and sweet yearning. She felt, as if she would go insane, if she did not reach the peak soon.

Not being able to withstand the anticipation, she rose her hips, when he sunk down again. She heard him gasp choking on a moan herself, as a wave of tingling sensations ran through her, blurring her mind.

She tested the motion again, wanting to know, if she could recreate the sizzling feeling. And it did, washing over her again.

The clutch of their hands tightened.

This was it.

Both followed the slow but deep rhythm now, as it was perfect. In sync they responded to each other pushes and joined their lips and tongues in a passionate kiss.

It was as exciting as it was soothing and she finally understood, the meaning behind the words of "making love".

She drifted off, embraced by a warm sea of all kinds emotions, she couldn't find words for.

They continued this intimate ritual until Shimon broke the kiss and slowed down, almost stopping, with huffed breaths leaving him.

Mayura opened her eyes and watched him, while she felt, as if she would be swept away soon. His gaze was glassy and he trembled all over, a frown was engraved between his eyebrows. Obviously he was restraining himself, yet again. His arms shuddered under his weight.

But she didn't want him to be careful. She didn't want him to hold back. She wanted him to openly enjoy this as much as she enjoyed it.

She wanted him to give her everything. Withdrawing her hands from their grasp, she raised them to his face with one carassing over his hair and the other over his cheek. He looked at her in question, holding himself above her in position, with his length still buried inside.

Raising her head, Mayura leaned in for a short, reassuring kiss.

He rose an eyebrow at her and she smiled in response, before she whispered in a voice that sounded unusually dark and strained to her ears, "Don't hold back, please."

A frown formed on his face. The baritone of his voice sounded throaty, when he replied, "I don't want to hurt you."

Sometimes she would think his caring, tentative side was one of his greatest strengths but also his one great weakness. Now was one of those times. Leaning back she sighed and tried to soothe his fears, "I know, you won't hurt me. You aren't a man who hurts others."

His frown deepened. She knew exactly, what was on his mind. She could almost read his thoughts drifting to the moment earlier, when he penetrated her for the first time.

Sometimes he wore a hard shell to break. But she didn't want to take the time to convince him, as the feeling of him buried deep inside her, made her crave more for continue the longer they put it on hold. If words wouldn't suffice, she would need to crush his restraint. And so she wiggled her hips.

Surprised at the sudden pleasure, he gasped and grabbed for her hips, resting his weight on his knees now.

This reaction made her feel all the more confident and sure of her impact on him.

She pushed her hips in quick movement against him.

He groaned and buried his fingers into the skin of her hips.

Excited about his response and enjoying the revoked sensations, she did it again and again, all the while watching him closely.

His composure crumbled in front of her very eyes, as he stared at her.

Soon the strain within his eyes was replaced by fire; a raging flame breaking through the ice.

Lust punched into her at the erotic sight of his heated gaze.

With a cursing growl, Shimon started to move again but this time his thrusts came harder and at a faster speed, making her unable to respond with the raise of her hips. A harsh moan left her, as she was pierced with rippling pleasure at this new found sensation of him taking her unrestrained.

The idea that he had built-up this desire for her, made her feel special and desired. Even more so since she broke down his wall of self-restraint, as he was now making love to her in urgent, desperate strides.

Lust mixed with love while she could do nothing but watch him have his way with her and wanting nothing more than to let him have everything she could give.

Mayura hissed and groaned, throwing her head back, as he gave her this immense sensations again and again, thrusting in and out of her roughly. Her other senses began to dull.

As she was bound to his mercy, she felt the wave of pleasure crushing down on her relentlessly, building up each time, he plunged himself into her again and again. She felt like getting crazy over this feelings, soaking her whole mind and soul, body and heart.

With solid and quick moves, he ground in and out of her. The feeling of being taken, bowing to Shimon's will and need, was overwhelming. His fingers were buried in her hips tightly, as he pulled her against him.

Just as he changed the angle a bit, she felt him push against something within her, rippling with sheer delight. Hitting it again and again, he made her shiver at the harsh feelings crashing into her.

Pleasure was a torrent within her and she was pushed towards her peak so suddenly, as everything inside her seemed to tremble and clench fiercely.

Ohhhh... Oh, god.

Mayura held her breath at the feeling.

The delightful feeling constricted in her inner core, making her head fall back in a breathless gasp.

All of a sudden a flood of pleasure broke down on her and she convulsed beneath him. Her body heaved itself upwards on its own.

It felt like a knot exploding and an electrical flow streaming through her entire body and clouding her senses with a unspeakable heavenly release.

All the while Shimon continued to take her with rough thrusts, intensifying the experience.

A wave of heat traveled almost violently through her body.

Her limbs started to tingle.

Mayura moaned breathlessly and trembled, as she felt him plunge into her roughly a few more times, intensifying the pleasure, that ran through her and dulled her senses even more. She clenched around him again. Her eyes began to water, as she felt she wouldn't be able to withstand more of it with him prolonging the storm within her.

Barely recognizing, that Shimon stopped with one last hard thrust and a harsh growl, she continued to ride the heavy cloud of pleasure, that rippled through her. It hadn't been this intensive last time he had given her release. After this time every muscle and nerve seemed to be tingling inside of her and a heavy cloud lay upon her.

Minutes – or were it hours? Days? – later the veil on her senses lifted with her noticing the weight of him pressed down onto her with his heart racing against her chest and hearing his exaggerated breath. She felt a pleasurably tingle from the point they were still connected. Love, desire and a womanly pride made her heart clench and tears appear in her eyes.

She felt him moving away and locked her arms around him.

He looked up with tired but satisfied sky blue eyes.

"Can you stay a while longer? Inside, I mean." Her voice sounded rough and croaky to her own ears.

Shimon kissed her lips with a small and soft smile, that made her heart clench. "I could stay forever."

With a soft hum of agreement she closed her eyes. Soon she drifted off.

She woke up again at night. The room only was enlightened by a slight ray of the moon. To her not unwanted surprise, she was utterly aroused, feeling wet and warm.

As her mind reached full consciousness, she understood the reason for her heavy arousal, as she felt his hands traveling over her body and lips kissing her neck.

With a smile she joined him for another dance. This time she wanted to take the lead.

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A/N: If you reached this point, you will burn in hell with me. XD (You're very welcome!^^)

How did you like it? Was it too descriptive? Too graphical? Too much weird stuff?

Actually I wrote a spin-off about this, a spin-off of the spin-off so to say. BUT that one is naughty as hell (containing solo action) and I don't know, if you would want to read that. You can leave me your opinions on this. ;)

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