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Strong hands touched his waist. The touch was familiar. "No," Kurama said quietly.
The other voice was softer than usual. "Why not?"
Again, they were here--alone, at night, somehow drawn to the same place. Drawn to each other. "Because two friends who spend one night together out of loneliness are just that: two friends. But two nights?" Kurama smiled bitterly. "It becomes something else."
Quiet rain, and silence--but neither leaves. And after a moment, the hands return to his waist, and a kiss is pressed to his cheek. Calmly, the other says, "Then let it be something else."