Xiao Yu's body against his felt good. It was warm, and he enjoyed it. The pressure of her on him made his heart beat faster. His body knew where this lead, and it wasn't complaining. Each kiss seemed to send shocks through him, the way the kisses had when they'd kissed earlier. With each tiny breath they took between each other's lips, he let himself go just a little bit more. Every part of Milo wanted what was happening to continue, it didn't just feel good, it felt...<i>Right. </i>Like this is where he was meant to be.<br/><br/>Something deep inside of him begged for this, like he'd just seen the love of his life after years of separation. Although he knew he shouldn't have been doing this, and knowing she shouldn't have been doing it either, he allowed himself to indulge. A stiff hand ran up her back, leading to her hair. Slowly he gripped a handful of hair, running his fingers through the soft silkiness. With a little more force, he pushed her mouth into his even more. The deep heat of her mouth against hers drove him mad, and he doubted he'd be able to resist her too much longer. All of his training and bad thoughts seemed to slip out of his head, the more his fingers slipped through her hair.<br/><br/>As she started talking between breaths, he took the opportunity to pull her head slightly to the side, exposing her neck. Passionate kisses ran from her ear down to her collar bone, as he relished the soft skin under his lips. Her pulse was so fast, he could feel it in his heated kisses, and it drove him to keep going. "Now now dove, it seems this is helping your legs," he smiled, shifting his hips ever so slightly to press against her thighs. There wasn't any point in hiding it, his body was every bit as prepared for this as he was. Everything about what was happening screamed unprofessional in the back of his mind, and for once, he ignored himself. Her smell in his nose was intoxicating, her touch set him on fire, he wanted this too.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>An Bo didn't know how to react when Lengxie walked into the school house with the other two. After the encounter last night, he wasn't sure if he was relieved that Lengxie had someone accompanying him or not. The room seemed to just darken with his presence, even though he was sure that was just his imagination getting the better of him. His heart started beating faster just looking at the three men ahead of him. "How is she?" he asked boldly, looking Lengxie in the eyes. He knew he should be scared of the man, and he had every reason to be, but seeing the man again, especially after watching him carry her away... It infuriated him.<br/><br/>He leaned back against the desk, his pulsing blood and the movement making his wounds hurt. Struggling to not wince in front of the three brothers, An Bo sighed, realizing it wasn't the other two he had an issue with, just Lengxie. He'd caught almost nothing acknowledgment from the other two, even when Wuqing and him became involved with each other. He was merely a man that happened to exist, and they seemed to tolerate him if anything. He knew being brash was certainly the wrong way to get on their good sides when he'd already ruined it for Lengxie.<br/><br/>The silence sat in the air for a tense moment. He wasn't sure if the question surprised them, or if they just didn't want to answer him, but even now trapped in a room with three strong warriors, one who recently tried to kill him, she was the only one on his mind. Stressing her powers like that, so strongly, must have had some effect on her, and he hoped it wasn't one that would be bad. Who knew if she'd just sleep it off?<i>They do,</i>his mind told him, realizing full and well that all three of them were probably just as informed on the prior day's struggle. A small spark of concern met his thoughts as he realized that they might only know Lengxie's side of the story, one that might vilify him.