Goku's hand rests on my left shoulder, his chin on my right. Very, very slowly -- as if he's trying to be as inconspicuous as possible -- the hand slips down, pausing briefly over my breast, then resuming its journey to nestle comfortably against my hip. He slides over even closer to where I sit, sides pressing against each other. I turn my head slightly to look at him.

Goku smiles sweetly, almost dumbly . . . and then I fell him squeezing my hip. His expression is as innocent as ever, but I swear--

His eyes are smoldering.

He leans towards my face, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and I feel a delicious storm of nervousness and elation swirling round me. This new behaviour is both very like and very unlike Goku. Spontaneous, unpredictable, and sweet are all Goku virtues, but where did sexy, unsettling, and altogether intimidating come from?

Oh Kame. Now *where* did he learn to kiss like that? I desperately want to come up for air, but just as deperately I want to stay the way I am. Lips gliding over his, hands in his hair, hands on the small of his back, pulling ever closer. And *his* hands are . . . everywhere. I gasp and take a deep breath when I finally pull away. The baka isn't even winded yet. He smirks. He actually *smirks* at me!

Hands which were previously around my waist, manage to somehow ingratiate themselves under my bottom, lifting -- and very suddenly, I find myself on his lap. We're sitting (Goku indian style) in a modified spoon fashion. His searching, very active hands have moved themselves to my stomach again, the better to hold me closer I suppose. Oh! He's nibbling my neck. Ohhh. I'll . . . just . . . rest my head . . . back . . . on his . . . shoulder . . . and give him . . . some more room . . . to . . . nibble . . .

I open my eyes and raise my head from where it's been lolling on Goku's shoulder. I wouldn't even have done this, but there's a slight chill --

Oh god. How did he manage to do that? My skirt lies discarded on the ground several feet away. Cursed clever, clever fingers. I make to get up and get my skirt -- I am NOT going to be caught naked by a passerby -- but Goku gives me a plaintive look.

"There's no one around, Chichi," he asserts, sporting a most . . . persuasive . . . pout. "We're in the middle of nowhere." I think this over, rather quickly, as Goku is now licking my ear with that smoldering look back in his eyes. I settle myself firmly back into his lap. He moans slightly, wiggling his hips a bit. I feel something rub against my tail bone. That's IT!

I get up in spite of my husband's protests, and turn to face him, hands on hips, hoping that I look intimidating despite the fact that I'm naked from the waist down. Maybe I shouldn't have looked at him. Kame he looks so . . . yummmmmmy . . . sitting amid grass and wildflowers, flushed, disheveled, lips slightly swollen, that strange glint in his eye . . . I struggle not to dive back down with him.

"You," I point at my rather sulky husband, "You are going to take off those --" I wave in the general direction of his pants "-- right now. No more teasing." He looks shocked at first, then smiles, all traces of sulkiness gone. He stands, dusting imaginary dust off, then does as I say. Very obedient when he wants to be, my husband. //That's right, bend over for me sweet. You belong to me.//

So how's that? I know I know, no sex. But isn't this better? ::cricket noises:: Okay...maybe not. But doesn't anyone like this new writing style? It's a slight variant from my usual kind. ::more cricket noises:: Okay fine! I know when someone wants a real sex scene. ::mutters to herself about people not appreciating her art::

P.S. If I don't get comments on the new addition, or at least e-mails telling me to "write the damn sex scene already, we like your story" then you may expect the sex scene never to be written since I'm being sucked into yaoi writing and HP fandom more and more... You may never see Siara again! She's being dragged off by Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. ^_~ 1