A/N: This is a random one-shot that MIGHT become a two-shot that I wrote when I had way too much coffee and my parents were asleep so I wasn't able to run around and get the sugar rush over with. xD Anyway, this is set waaay far into the future from my other stories...Xipil is around, oh I don't know, six-seven hundred years old, so she looks and acts like a sixteen-seventeen year old. Enjoy ^_^

As I sat on my comfortable chartreuese couch, I made a mental list of everything I loved about her.

First on the list was definitely her eyes. They were infinite depths of sapphire blue, with the faintest shimmering flecks of silver dotting the edges. They had a barely-there rainbow-esque shine, so that when the light hit them right they sent off rays like a prism. Her eyes were so full of mischief, innocent yet within them were traces of devious intentions. Her eyes were the only thing that gave her away when she tried to appear confident, showing her insecurity even when nothing else would have betrayed it.

The next was her skin, so perfect and flawless. It was a shade somewhere between light honey and caramel, a color that was indescribeable but gorgeous. Even though neither one of us had gotten far enough to take our clothes off, from what I could tell there wasn't a single blemish on her. It was just smooth, soft skin everywhere. She never burned or tanned, no matter how much she stayed out in the sun, a trait that I often envied.

Then there were the little quirks, the way the left side of her mouth would lift up before the right when she smiled, or how her nose would twitch to the left when she smelled anything sweet. Though neither of those could compete with when her fox-esque ears would twitch from side to side, then front to back when she was nervous or excited.

Everything about her was just so damn adorable!

But, that wasn't to say she wasn't extremely sexy when she wanted to be...that was next on the list.

Her body, which always seemed so perfect. She was shorter than I, but not by much, and was in no way petite. Nothing about her was extremely large, but nothing was small either. She was perfect, in every sense of the word.

A knock at my door brought me out of my thoughts, and I hurried to get it. When I opened the door, there was sweet little Xipil, looking all innocent and sexy at the same time. I can never imagine how she manages to do that.

She was wearing a tight-fitting blank tank top—and I mean tight— with 'question authority' stamped on in red letters, and a short black skirt that reached down to the middle of her thighs, and red converse sneakers.

I raised an eyebrow at her. Normally she would wear much more...conservative clothes.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, stepping aside so that she could come into the little apartment.

She came in, then turned around to face me after taking her shoes and socks off, head tilted just so to the left. Her shimmering blue hair cascaded down, the wavy length of it almost reaching her breasts. "You don't like it?" She asked, her eyes wide.

"No, no, I like it, you just normally dress...more, ah, innocently." I replied after a moment of hesitation.

"Qizma took me shopping and insisted I wore this on my date."

"Ah. That makes sense." Qizma, that explained it. She was the one who usually tried to seduce me wearing mini-skirts and tight tank tops.

"Sorry, but she kind of forced me into them, like, literally." She said, shrugging. "I don't think they look very good, but she wouldn't let me leave until after she dressed me."

"You look positively gorgeous, darling." I said, smiling. "Absolutely irresistable, in fact."

She blushed, turning to look away. Probably didn't want me to see that I had made her blush. I closed the space between us, wrapping my arms around her and drawing her close enough so that our bodies touched. I could see the pink in her cheeks darkening, and I smiled. Keeping one arm still wrapped around her slim waist, I took her chin between my thumb and index finger and tilted her face up, so that she was looking me in the eyes.

I heard her breath catch, but didn't have time to note it as I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers.

Adding to the list: Her lips.

They were so soft against mine, hesitant at first before she kissed me back, albeit slowly. That simply would not do, though.

With my hands now resting on her hips, and her arms wrapped around my neck, I gently nudged her in the direction of the couch. She didn't object, much to my pleasure.

Eventually, we ended up on the couch, Xipil laying beneath me, our legs a tangle. We were still kissing, my tongue gently prodding at her lips until she opened them. Her own tongue was hesitant, which was just like her, but soon was dancing with my own in what was almost a battle for dominance, which she lost.

She moaned beneath me, which only succeeded in making me kiss her harder, my tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. I couldn't get enough of her, her taste, her scent, the feel of her soft skin beneath my hands. The hands that were currently resting on her stomach, the other on her hip. It was not my intention, however, that one would end up sliding beneath the black tank top. It did that of its own accord.

I felt her gasp, and I quickly pulled away, pulling my hand and mouth away from her. I was suddenly afraid I had done something wrong.

"X-Xipil, are you okay?" I asked, cursing myself for stuttering at a time like this.

She was panting, her pink lips slightly swollen from our make-out session, and slightly wet. Her bright eyes looked glazed over with pleasure, half-lidded, but they opened wide when I pulled away.

"Don't you dare stop." She said, and I, not one to go against her wishes, leaned back down and pressed my mouth to hers, going back to my earlier mission of memorizing every inch of her mouth while my hands wandered her body, first just the skin that was showing because of her shirt riding up, but quickly sliding underneath the fabric to glide across the smooth skin that wrapped her ribs.

My breath hitched as she moaned beneath me, and I had to pull away for air. Xipil took this oppurtunity to reverse our positions, quickly pinning me to the couch before leaning down and kissing me once more.

"Wait—Xipil, wait—" I said, and she quickly pulled away, looking worried.

"What is it?" She asked nervously.

"Just—I, ah," It took me a moment to form a coherent sentence. "How far are you planning to go tonight?" She blinked, the pleasure fleeting her eyes. "I, uh, I don't know." She said quietly, looking embarrassed. A faint blush creeped over her cheeks.

"How far do you want to go?" I asked, looking at her expentantly.

Well, it seemed I had ruined the moment, and the lust was gone from her gaze. She sat up and slowly got off of me.

"I-I'm sorry," She said, looking ashamed now. I sat up and smiled at her.

"It's fine, really." I said, frowning slightly as she started to put her shoes back on. "I told you I'd wait, and I won't go back on my promise."

She turned to look at me after getting her sneakers back on, smiling apoligetically. "Thank you." She said.

I stood up and walked over to her, pulling her tank top down until it covered the strip of skin I had been staring at. She blushed again, and I added that to the list as well. Her blush was so cute!

"Just promise me this," I said quietly, my fingers still hovering over the hem of her shirt.

"Anything for you," She said, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

"Don't do what you do with me with anyone else." I said, feeling as if I was being selfish for wanting her all to myself.

"Of course. I'm yours and yours alone, Miyuki." She said, standing on her tiptoes to give me a chaste peck on the lips before she hurried out of my apartment, giving me a wave as she shut the door.

I sighed and collasped on the couch, breathing in her scent that still lingered on the soft fabric. I was glad I had finally figured out my feelings for Xipil, but waiting for her was getting much more difficult as of late.

I will keep my promise. I had to, for her.

A/N: Bleh, random, sorry. If you liked it, review, tell me why. If you hated it, review and say why. I want to become a better writer and I love feedback, good or bad. Thanks for reading :)