The Café Between Worlds

--warning this chapter is NSFW--

Ren's mind was spinning as Kazuha pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. The way she was staring at him-half-lidded, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and desire-made his head swim. He could feel the warmth of her body pressing against his, her fingers lightly tracing circles on his chest, and its taking everything in him not to just pull her closer.

"Kazuha... I-" He was cut off by her lips on his, soft and insistent. The kiss was gentle at first, testing the waters, but when he didn't pull away, she deepened it. Ren's breath caught in his throat as she pressed herself closer, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

He moaned softly into her mouth, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her tighter against him. The feel of her body against his was intoxicating, and for a moment, he forgot all about the fact that she'd been drinking. All he could focus on was the way she felt in his arms, the way her lips moved against his, the heat of her breath mingling with his own.

Kazuha pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she looked up at him with a wild gleam in her eyes. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I've wanted you for so long."

Ren's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. He'd dreamed of hearing those words, but now that they were here, now that she was here, in his arms, confessing her feelings-he was at a loss for words.

"Kazuha... I-" His voice was shaky, betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside him. But before he could finish, she kissed him again, harder this time, more desperate. Her moan vibrated against his lips, sending a shiver down his spine, and all thoughts of stopping, of slowing down, vanished from his mind.

They stumbled backward, Kazuha pushing Ren until the back of his knees hit the edge of the sofa. He fell back with a grunt, and before he could fully process what was happening, she was on top of him, straddling his lap, her hands already working to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Ren's breath hitched as she tugged at his shirt, her fingers fumbling in her urgency. He could feel her body moving against his, the heat of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of their clothes, and it was driving him wild. He tried to help her, his hands shaking as he reached for the buttons, but she batted his hands away, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"Let me," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

Ren's head fell back against the sofa, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Kazuha continued her work, her fingers brushing against his bare skin as she undid the last of his buttons. He could feel her breath against his chest, her lips ghosting over his skin as she leaned in, pressing soft kisses to his collarbone.

A soft moan escaped his lips, and he felt her smile against his skin. "I love the way you sound," she murmured, her voice sending shivers down his spine. “I want to hear more of it."

Ren could hardly think straight. Her words, her touch-it was all too much. His hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tried to ground himself in the moment. But Kazuha wasn't slowing down. She rocked her hips against his, eliciting another moan from him as the friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.

"Kazuha..." He gasped her name, his voice rough with need. "Please..."

Her movements grew more urgent, more frantic, and Ren could feel her trembling in his arms. The way she was moaning softly, the way she was losing herself in the moment-it was driving him to the edge.