Isamu rose, letting the blanket fall away. His hand caught hers, tugging her to her feet. Sierra couldn't see, so she clung to him, allowing him to lead her into the bedroom. Moonlight spilled through the blinds, giving the room a silvery glow. She laughed as he brought her down onto the bed. Isamu pulled up the hem of the shirt she was wearing, slowly teasing it up over her breasts. He laid kisses along her ribcage, just below her bra, and the occasional touch of his tongue made her shiver.

Sierra watched him, watching the moonlight glinting in his hair. He pulled her bra up, baring her breasts. Isamu touched his lips to her skin, so gentle that it felt like a feather. His hands traced her sides, down to her hips, to the top of her pants. She gasped as his tongue flicked over the tip of one nipple, then his mouth closed around it and sucked gently. He unfastened her pants, only to slide his hands along her belly. Sierra sighed, savoring his touch. It was so gentle, explorative, almost curious it seemed.

"Hold on a second," Sierra said, startling him.

Isamu lifted his head reluctantly. She pressed her hands against his shoulders, pushing him back, and got to her knees. Sierra pulled her bra the rest of the way off and tossed it aside, then reached for him. She lifted his shirt, tugging it off. He watched her, his blue eyes black in the near dark. Sierra lowered her head, pressing her mouth against his neck. Isamu made a soft groaning sound and brought his hands up to rest on her back. She felt shy and a little nervous, but that didn't stop her.

His skin was somewhat salty beneath her tongue. She trailed her hands down over his chest, following slowly with her mouth. Isamu's hands traveled up her back, into her hair. Sierra unfastened his jeans and pulled them down, drawing a startled gasp from him. His fingers tightened in her hair as she took him in her mouth. He was hard and hot, much larger against her tongue than she had realized. Even during her brief experiences back in high school, she had never done this.

"Sierra…" Isamu murmured, his breathing slightly ragged.

Opening her eyes, she realized he was watching her. Sierra flushed and closed her eyes again. Fingers trailed down her spine, making her shiver. His hips moved, pushing into her mouth carefully. She panicked then, completely uncertain, and scrambled away from him. Isamu's laughter was soft but not malicious, merely amused.

"I…I um…I c-can't…" Sierra stammered. She was glad it was too dark for him to see her face, which was bright red.

"Don't be shy, Sierra," Isamu murmured.

He caught her around the waist and pulled her against him. His mouth covered hers and she could feel him pressing against her belly. Isamu's fingers closed around her wrist, pulling her hand down to him. Sierra's eyes widened at the feeling of him beneath her fingers. He was hard, but his skin was soft; it was an odd but fascinating contrast. She shivered as his mouth brushed lightly over her earlobe, then trailed down her neck. His hand guided hers, moving it up and down along his length. Isamu lifted his head, and she stared up into his eyes.

His hand left hers. Sierra bit her lip uncertainly, but she kept her hand on him. She could feel the faint thrumming of his blood rushing through his veins, so close beneath his skin. Isamu ran a hand down over her hip, along her belly, and between her legs. He teased her, his thumb brushing against her clit until she was wet enough for him to slip a finger inside her. Sierra swayed, pressing her face against his shoulder. She nipped at his skin and let out a pleased sigh at the soft noise he made.

Her hand left him then, only so she could close her arms around him and pull him tighter against her. Isamu finger moved inside her, but she wanted more. Sierra's mouth closed on his skin, sucking sharply on his neck the way he had on hers, that first night. He groaned loudly, finally pulling away from her.

"Yes?" Isamu asked, his voice a whisper.

"Yes," Sierra murmured.

While she struggled out of the rest of her clothes, Isamu kicked his jeans off and then reached for the drawer beside his bed. Sierra heard the soft crinkle of plastic. She helped him put the condom on; her fingers weren't shaking this time. Isamu's hands rested on her hips and he lowered her back onto the bed. She lifted her mouth to his as he settled between her legs, gently urging her thighs open. Sierra wound her fingers into his hair, pressing her lips more forcefully to his. She gasped into his mouth when he slid inside her.

Isamu's tongue dipped into her mouth, following the motion of his body. She lifted her hips to meet his, finding the rhythm easier this time. Her fingers tightened in his hair as his mouth moved down along her neck, down to her breasts. Sierra arched her back, moaning softly as his tongue teased the tip of one nipple. His lips sucked and tugged gently and she mewled softly with his teeth closed ever so lightly.

She was startled when he pulled back suddenly, sliding out of her. Isamu scooped her up, flipping her onto her belly. He pulled her hips up and thrust back into her, making her cry out softly. Sierra felt his lips on her back, raining gentle kisses over her shoulders. The tip of his tongue was a wet heat, running along her spine. She gripped the pillows beneath her, pressing her face against them to stifle her growing cries. Isamu slid a hand beneath her belly, reaching around to cup one of her breasts. His fingers kneaded gently. Sierra's fingernails dug into the pillow.

She felt his teeth close on her neck. Her body shuddered, tightening around his, making him groan softly. Isamu's arms wound around her and they tumbled down to the bed, gasping and panting. Sierra felt him slide out of her and she shuddered again. His mouth nuzzled against her neck affectionately. She lay there, catching her breath and listening to the pounding of his heart. Somehow she forgot the rest of the world when Isamu was holding her.

"Ah, Sierra," Isamu sighed. "Are we going mad?"

"Maybe," Sierra said. "But there are worse ways to go mad, wouldn't you say?"

Isamu chuckled. "Very true," he agreed. "We never even finished our movie, though."

"So then, let's finish it," Sierra suggested.

"Don't you sleep?" Isamu asked, as she slipped out of his arms.

"I don't want to," Sierra said quietly.

They cleaned up. Sierra pulled her t-shirt back on and he climbed back into his jeans. Maybe it's just because it feels like, if I go to sleep, it will be real, she thought, as they snuggled up on the couch together. I keep feeling like, if that day just didn't end, maybe…maybe it would just…go away Sierra's best friend had taken something precious from her. Tiffany had not only destroyed her things, but she'd taken the bamboo scroll Isamu had given her. And she tried to get between us…

"Being with a rockstar isn't an easy thing," Sierra mused, as Isamu pulled the blanket up around her shoulders.

He froze. "No…it isn't…"

"So that's what the name of your band means," Sierra said. "Right? Because love is difficult…"

"Yes," Isamu answered, settling down behind her. "I learned that quite awhile. When things get difficult…people give up."

And I almost gave up on him, Sierra thought. She found his hand, which had settled on her hip, and cradled it in both of hers. Except that she hadn't wanted to give up. She'd almost asked him if she could live with him, but that would have been crazy. This whole thing is crazy enough as it is, she thought. Sierra let go of his hand and reached over for the T.V. remote and clicked it on, then grabbed the DVD remote. She was flipping through the scene index when Isamu's fingers closed around hers.

"What about you, Sierra?" Isamu asked quietly. "Do you give up when things get difficult?"

"Sometimes," Sierra answered honestly. "I think I give up with Tiffany. But…usually it's with something stupid like…like building a card house."

Isamu chuckled. "And me?" he wanted to know.

"Well, card houses are more secure over all," Sierra said, "but I think I want to work on this longer than I did on that."

Isamu's teeth nipped her earlobe, chastising her playfully for her levity. Laughing, she found a scene close enough to where they'd left off and highlighted it. I don't want this night to end, Sierra thought, smiling to herself. Because if it doesn't end, I don't have to leave. She closed her eyes, just for a moment. Really, she didn't think she would be able to fall asleep. She was out mere seconds after closing her eyes.