First Night, First Weakness

The apartment was finally in order.

Boxes were unpacked, furniture was placed, and the air still carried the scent of fresh paint mixed with the comforting warmth of home. The setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the living room where Usagi stood on her toes, carefully adjusting a picture frame on the wall.

She hummed softly, fingers delicately aligning the frame as she admired the little touch of familiarity in their new space. But what she didn't notice—at least, not yet—was the intense pair of eyes locked onto her back.

Okami was sprawled on the couch, one arm resting lazily over the backrest, his sharp gaze trailing over the curve of her back, down to her hips. His tongue darted over his lower lip as he tilted his head slightly, the sight before him stirring something deep, something primal. It wasn't the first time he had looked at her like this—but tonight, under the same roof with no more curfews, no more separate houses—

His grip on the couch's fabric tightened.

She was his.

Completely.

"You keep bending like that," Okami's voice broke the quiet, a husky edge lacing his words, "and you might just tempt the wolf."

Usagi's breath hitched. Her fingers froze mid-adjustment, and an unmistakable shiver ran down her spine. She knew that tone all too well—dangerously teasing, dripping with a kind of hunger that made her knees feel weak before he even laid a hand on her.

"I-I'm just setting the frame…" she murmured, still facing the wall, her voice almost a whisper. Her grip on the frame tightened as if it could anchor her against the storm that was Okami.

A low chuckle. The rustling of fabric.

"Usagi."

That single word sent a jolt through her, her name sounding far too sinful in his mouth. Before she could react, she felt the heat of his body behind her—towering, caging. His large hands slid down her arms, slowly, possessively, until they rested just above her hips.

"D-Dinner… I should start d-dinner," she tried, her voice trembling, but Okami had other plans.

"Dinner?" he repeated, his breath grazing her ear, sending a delicious chill through her body. "Bunny, I haven't even had my appetizer."

Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs as his fingers pressed into her waist, pulling her just enough so that she felt the firm heat of his body. Her pulse stuttered, her mind screamed to move, to say something—but the words tangled on her tongue as he tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his smoldering gaze.

"Tell me," he murmured, his lips brushing hers in a ghost of a touch, "are you scared?"

Usagi's lashes fluttered, her lips parted, but nothing came out. She was trembling, caught between the instinct to run and the undeniable pull that was Okami.

He smirked, loving every second of her wrecked state. "Scared bunnies shouldn't turn their backs on hungry wolves."

And then he closed the distance.

A kiss—hot, deep, and utterly consuming. His lips claimed hers with a force that stole the air from her lungs, leaving her clinging to him for balance. Her small hands fisted the fabric of his shirt as he angled her head, deepening the kiss, taking more—always more.

Her knees buckled, and he caught her effortlessly, pressing her back against the wall. "Tch… look at you," he whispered, his voice dark and pleased. "One kiss and you can't even stand, bunny?"

Usagi's chest rose and fell rapidly, her face burning as she turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze. "Y-You… you're unfair…"

Okami chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face before leaning in once more, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

"Welcome home, bunny."