The night was young, and a thunderstorm tore through the area.  Set in one the multi-million dollar neighborhoods that dotted the city of Encino, California, stood a house; a house bigger than life itself.  In that house, was a room.  The room held several shelves of books, knickknacks, and other assorted furniture.  Against the wall was a giant flatscreen TV.  On this flatscreen TV was an old Stephen King movie.  In front of the TV was a couch, and on this couch lay our two lovers, one against the other.  Yoshiki lay with his back pressed up against the back of the couch, shirt askew, in dark blue pajama pants.  His head rested on a square pillow that lay on the arm rest.  Kael, laying with her back pressed against Yoshiki’s bare chest, also wore her pajamas, which consisted of a black cami and green terrycloth shorts.  In one hand was a carton of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream, and in the other was a spoon.  The ice cream had been sitting out in room temperature for some time, so it was beginning to melt.  She scooped up a spoonful and offered it to Yoshiki.  He moved to receive the bit of ice cream that was offered to him, but before his mouth came in contact with it, a droplet of it escaped the spoon and landed on his bare chest.  “Crap…” he mumbled.  A sly smile crossed Kael’s face.  She placed the spoon and the ice cream container on a napkin she had sitting on the end table.  She sat up and looked Yoshiki in the eye.  He knew what she was about to do, and the thought made him grin.  Kael leaned down and with a slow swipe of her cat-like tongue, she sensually licked up the droplet on Yoshiki’s chest.  Eyes closed, he sighed with pleasure.  Kael smiled seductively.  “S’cuse me a second,” she crooned.  She made her way downstairs to the kitchen, and then returned upstairs with a can of whipped cream in her hand.  Yoshiki smiled and cut the TV off with the remote that sat by Kael’s ice cream.  The sound of rain beating heavily against the windows could now be heard clearly.  On a table by one of the windows sat a table devoted to nothing but candles.  Yoshiki decided to turn this dirty fantasy into something somewhat classy.  He arose from the couch and lit the candles with a lighter that sat on top of one of them.  Kael, still standing in the doorway, watched as the candles were lit and the lights were cut off.  To her, there was nothing more beautiful than Yoshiki’s bronze skin and golden hair glowing in the candlelight.  He looked like some sort of god.  He draped himself across the couch again and waited for his girl to join him.  Forgetting all about her dirty fantasy, she placed the can on the table by the TV, and made her way to the couch.  Yoshiki rose to a sitting position and made room for Kael.  She took a seat at the other end of the small couch.  With the candlelight backlighting her hair, to Yoshiki she was more beautiful than any goddess.  Their eyes made contact.  Kael draped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his.  He closed his eyes as well, and allowed his lips to open, inviting Kael’s tongue into his mouth.  Before they knew it, they were both horizontal on the couch entwined in a passionate kiss that neither of them wanted to end.  Outside, the winds tore through the trees, thunder rumbled, and the rain poured…