You Never Say Hey [Closed/Shinkiro/M]

Pleasant days like this were becoming increasingly rare for Shinkiro as of late. With all of the issues and troubles that arose from his affliction, it was always a constant vigil and struggle to keep himself under control. At every moment, he had to worry about the lingering threat of Kuro. As a result, Shinkiro had become increasingly more reluctant to lose the people he had come to know, being much more protective of them, both from outside threats and from threats that he himself could pose. In that regard, it could be reasoned that he had failed on two big occasions. The first had been with Yuki and the second had been Jian. While Yuki had forgiven him, he was uncertain if Jian would be as quick to forgive or even if he'd actually known that it was him whom had attacked Jian. But even that was a partial truth; he had not been in control of his body at the time, Kuro was. 

Even now, as he stood on a rooftop overlooking the grocery store that belonged to his family, or rather his descendants, there was a strong sense of reluctance. As far as he knew, these people fell on the other side of the spiritually aware spectrum. He had been to this perch several times and even in the store itself without a gigai, and each time they had not spared so much as a passing glance in his direction. Countless times he had routed Hollows away from this store, doing everything he could to ensure that they remained safe and oblivious to the world he was part of. And yet...there was a small part of him that actually wanted to reveal himself to them, to talk to them, to actually know them. 

He uttered a faint sigh as he turned away from the scene before him and began to depart. They were family from different time, when he was a different person. He wasn't Ayato anymore, he was Shinkiro. Interacting with them on a level further than what he had already been would bring more harm than good. So he would continue to watch them from a distance and protect them without knowing them. It was, after all, the safest option. A deft leap was taken over the side of the building as he descended, his thoughts remaining on the family he could never truly know. His feet impacted upon the concrete sidewalk with a dull thud and he wasted no time continuing forward, effortlessly passing through the crowds of people, only occasionally drawing a curious glance from a scattered few spiritually aware mortals. 

His wandering continued, so deep into his thoughts that he had not bothered to keep his senses open to the arrival of other spiritual beings like himself, at least any further than his immediate area. As always, his spiritual presence was in a state of constant flux, seamlessly swapping between the myriad of spiritual signatures he had memorized as of late. On occasion his own true presence would surface for the briefest of moments, a small fluttering taste of it before it submerged beneath the cacophony of presences once more. Unlike previous visits to the mortal world, or even in general, he didn't void out his presence; the fluctuating spiritual signatures was enough. He doubted anyone would be actively seeking him out, it was unnecessary; he was a nobody as far as anyone really knew. Although, he reasoned, there were perhaps a small handful of people that could and possibly would, but most of them were back in Soul Society...with the exception of one unwanted case. 

He frowned as he sat down on a nearby empty park bench.

Unwanted to him, at least, with Kuro it seemed to be a different story entirely.

An exasperated breath, a sigh expelled through flared nostrils as his head listed back and rested against the top of the bench. Crimson irises reflected the golden sunlight as he peered distantly at the changing sky. The sunset tinged clouds above trailed slowly across the sky, transitioning his thoughts from his family to himself. Specifically, he began to reflect on the fateful encounter with Kuro within his Inner World, on the fight itself, on the Bankai that had been utilized, on the mask that had been left behind. His eyelids slid down over his eyes, shutting out the world in favor of visual darkness. He needed to make sense of it all. But as he sat in silent contemplation, serenaded by the ambient sounds of his surroundings, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. His brow furrowed into a small frown as he picked up on it. Something didn't have a place here, something like him.

Something familiar.

As his senses reached out, he began to hone in on the approaching presence. While the specific presence of who it represented was foreign to him, the nature of it was one that he knew and had encountered. Much like how animals could sense their own kind, something about this presence resonated with him. It reminded him of Kuro, and it reminded him of her; that strange little nurse that Kuro seemed so interested in with whom Shinkiro couldn't really understand the attraction for. At the same time, it didn't specifically feel like her, more so it held a similar nature. From that he concluded that it was another Arrancar. Whether or not this one was an acquaintance of Dahlia remained to be seen. By now, the unknown Arrancar was only a few meters away from him and still closing the distance. His eyes remained shut and his head continued to rest upon the top of the bench, yet his awareness was centered on the Hollow-breed that was presenting itself so calmly and casually to him. The soft click of the Arrancar's footwear reached his ears and silence fell between them. A brief battle of curiosity took place, both of them seeming to be feeling out the other. Even the trio of spirits that dwelt within his soul burned with inquisition, Kuro most of all. Then a voice, noticeably feminine and delicate, crested the air in greeting. 

Slowly, casually, Shinkiro raised his head and leaned forward, opening his eyes to gaze at the woman before him. His expression was blank, nearly unreadable as his forearms rested across his knees and he stared at her. Amber-eyed and raven-haired, she admittedly had an foreign sense of attractiveness to her, but that wasn't what retained his curiosity. The fact that she had seemed to seek him out, him specifically, gave him reason to be curious. He wondered if she was perhaps knew Dahlia; maybe she had been sent to find him. But that was unlikely. After all, he had not encountered Dahlia again since that day. Not only that, his spiritual presence wasn't even the same as back then. That meant that Dahlia and this Arrancar were unrelated, which brought a new question: Why was she looking for him?

"Well, little kitten, you sought me out, so shouldn't I be asking you that?" He questioned as tilted his head by the smallest amount, gazing up at the feline-featured Arrancar in front of him. 

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Current GP: 24

Current GP: 24

He was much more interesting up close. Her gaze floated up and down his frame, the slightest tilt to her head the only visual cue she gave that she was now in thought. Cute. He was cute, and the taste that came from his Reiatsu triggered such a response in her wherein it took everything she had not to dissolve into salacious purrs.

Arrancar?

No, she judged, duly. He was not of her race, her studying confirming that when she noted the black Shihakusho and lack of a noticeable mask fragment. A Shinigami, then? Her earlier worries chased tails in her mind while she tried her best to shoo them away. Not for her safety, she reasoned. She never worried for her safety. Not all Shinigami came at her with the intention of hurting her, anyways. Some had... different desires in mind.

Desires she happily helped bring to light.

He didn't seem particularly aggressive, neither in the relaxing disposition he displayed nor the positioning of his limbs. If he was out on patrol he was definitely taking a kick back, she mused. She could kill him before he could move to attack her. It would take longer for him to stand than it would for Vanidad to find itself planted in his throat.

No, she could allow herself this fun. She'd toy with him and try to see what it was that gave off that pleasant, familiar aroma. Inside of him? It was subdued, even this close, even when she could practically inhale his Reiatsu at this distance. She didn't bother to dwell on whether it was stronger than hers; it wouldn't matter, and it wouldn't be. Pure levels in 'power' hardly meant anything to someone who always carried the upper hand. She let her own Reiatsu expand, hoping to catch any allies that might come to his aid if trouble began to brew. The mist of its perfume drifted peacefully along the ground.

So she breathed, teeth sliding from her smile so they could drag over her bottom lip in the best flirtatious expression she could mused. The quirk of her lips remained, a curious light beaming within honey glazed eyes.

"Well, little kitten, you sought me out, so shouldn't I be asking you that?"

She appreciated his voice, even if she couldn't read his face. She kept the majority of her focus on his body language; she'd drag a smile out of him yet, she knew. A capricious giggle bubbled in response to the name-calling, the softest of blushes dirtying her otherwise fair cheeks.

"Ah~ You caught me, dragul meu." The hand on her cheek slid up into her hair, caressing an ear that remained from her mask. He did not react negatively to her position as an Arrancar; it seemed her breed was becoming more common lately, she thought, the notion amusing to her. Did other Arrancar regularly make such casual visits to the human realm, or was she special as she initially figured? Gargantas were not something she often monitored, that was true.

Oh, perhaps he had been in a fight with one, even. It wasn't unlikely for a Shinigami. Had he killed them? Is that why the scent lingered over his soul?

Or was there something more going on here?

She leaned in, the inclination of her frame anything but threatening. One arm found itself reaching past him to lay against the back of the bench, her heels tapping together in a 'v' and her skirt raising precariously behind her. She sighed, then, the rest of her fingers musing her hair while her eyes bore into his and her back arched the barest amount. They were almost nose to nose, her breath warm and pleasant on his face.

"I hope... you'll pardon the intrusion. You see, darling, I found myself lost. But don't worry...

I think I might have discovered something worth the trip." An obvious tone of teasing followed her words, her voice rounding it into an aria. She was practically singing, succeeding her words with the smallest flutter of her eyelashes.

"Would you indulge me? You seem like the type of man to carry a sense of chivalry for a girl all alone." Loneliness, she passed it off as, eyes wide and bashful. It was one of the funnest games she could play, toying with the prideful sensibilities men commonly held. He wouldn't leave her to wander, lonely and unhappy, would he? Of course not. The tinge of her power, the siren's song that serenely floated along with her speech, would make sure of that.

Desire me, she purred, inwardly.

Pay attention to me.

Game, start.

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Word Count: 759

GP Count: 15

/Total: 28

Generally speaking, it was a rare occurrence for Shinkiro to exhibit anything further than mild curiosity in others. And as he continued to sit absently staring at the feline woman that stood before him, he found his inquisition of her to have deepened a bit more than usual. This Hollow-breed woman who had inexplicably sought him out and now seemed to be gazing at him with nothing short of the lascivious eyes of a predator spotting its prey and seeking to devour it. Of course, in which context said consumption would occur was still a mystery to Shinkiro at present. And so he kept his tempered gaze locked on her. Although his eyes never left hers, he watched her every action, noticing the small fluttering movements, teases meant to entice, provocative wisps of her reiatsu caressing and mingling with his own.

And it would seem that the curiosities would continue to manifest.

Although his expression remained wholly indifferent, there was the faintest gleam of...something within the sea of crimson that enveloped her, trailed by a minute, hardly recognizable narrowing of his gaze. The corner of his lips twinged for a fleeting moment, a curved ascent that had faded just as quickly as it had surfaced. This woman was easily flattered, he noticed, that much was certain by the schoolgirl giggle and the carnation flush that dusted her cheeks. To those untrained in reading body language, Shinkiro's reaction to these motions would appear as nothing more than perhaps an involuntary spasm in response to the entwining of their reiatsu. But there was more to it than that; Shinkiro had felt the tiniest spark of intrigue by the woman, a lingering curiosity at best. Despite the obvious natural feel of a Shinigami that his presence gave off, she was unabated by it. If anything, she seemed to be attracted to it. Curious. 

As it stood, the concept of personal space appeared to be a foreign concept to her. 

He offered no resistance and neither did his expression change as she leaned towards him, their eyes fixated upon one another and lips so close that the slightest movement would lead to their meeting. He took note of the change in her tone, her voice hanging in the air in an enticing melody as she spoke. Oh she was an amusing one, this Arrancar. She hoped to appeal to some ingrained chivalry that she perceived he possessed. And perhaps in some deep recess of his personality, he did in fact have that assumed gentlemanly quality. Though if it was a game she wished to play...so be it. Inwardly he smirked, a calm and collected resolve passing through him. Slowly his arms relaxed from their crossed position over his knees, one hand reaching up to cup softly beneath her chin.

"Is that so? Well, we can't have that, now can we? No, it'd be terrible of me to allow such a captivating and defenseless little beauty like you to be left to fend for herself." Words of silk drifted from his lips as he rose from his seat, hand remaining cupped beneath her chin and standing at a slight crouch to maintain eye contact on a direct level. 

I know what you're trying to do, little kitten, and it won't work.

The thought circled in his mind sincerely. Reading the intentions of others had always been something that Shinkiro excelled at; this situation was no different. The feline cunning was fitting of someone with her....aesthetic composition. But it wasn't the first time he had encountered someone like this, and he postured that it likely wouldn't be the last. For now, however, there was a game to play. A game of cat and mouse. Who, though, was the cat and who was the mouse? That would e determined as their meeting continued. He was certain to ensure that he was the cat, and it was more than obvious that the adverse was in mind for her. This part of the game was what he enjoyed most; the back and forth repartee, the battle of wills. It was rare that he met someone that could actually keep up well enough to peak his interest to continue. Though perhaps, he speculated as he gazed into the woman's golden eyes, she would prove an exception.

"So what should I call you, then? Of course, if you prefer to be called "little kitten" for the extent of our time, that's fine too." The previous glimmer sparked once again. And although it was faint, there was the smallest curl of amusement on the corner of his lips.

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Current GP: 15

Total GP: 39

She knew her spell was set as his hand found her chin and he stood. She didn't flinch; there wasn't the slightest twitch of her muscles or any indication thereof that she was on full alert, but she would react the moment his own teasing movements became aggressive. This was a game she could play at her best. This slutty, flirty, lecherous display was the form of manipulation she excelled in. The song of her voice would continue repeating in the back of his head, playing on any desires he might have and focusing them on herself. He was caught, whether he knew it or not, but the game was not yet won.

For now, she just wanted information.

Like why you smell so familiar, she wondered. She couldn't tell, even now, trying to quietly urge her senses to pick up anything from his reiatsu that she could. Nothing. Not the slightest twitch of anything other than what she had known this entire time. He was a Shinigami, that was for sure, though his willingness to play with her gave him points regardless of what his racial inclination should be. There was just... something? She damned her nose, though she knew she was not wrong.

She would find out eventually.

He didn't hold an expression for long, she noted, as she gave up on using spiritual perception to identify him and focused on good old-fashioned body language. Every so often his lips would quirk in a way similar to her own, but a fraction of the length both physically and in the time it lingered. She found herself wanting more of that reaction, pressing her body just a little closer, her breath hot on his lips and her honey eyes mingling with his own captivating stare.

"Is that so? Well, we can't have that, now can we? No, it'd be terrible of me to allow such a captivating and defenseless little beauty like you to be left to fend for herself."

She knew what he was doing just as well as he could read her own intentions, something she eventually conceded with a hint of amusement. He would be an entertaining toy for however long he lasted. At the very least, she could feel him playing with her, rather than against her. That made it all the more interesting. "Oh, my, thank you mister. I know I have nothing to worry about with you here." She breathed, lips parting a moment after her teeth dragged across the bottom one. White tugged on red, her tongue barely visible within the relative darkness of her mouth.

It wouldn't stay there forever, she knew. Not if this man was like any of the others of his gender she had come across.

"So what should I call you, then? Of course, if you prefer to be called "little kitten" for the extent of our time, that's fine too."

She blew on his lips, giggling, drawing herself back though she ached to move closer. Her arm moved from the bench at his side to bring it to her chest, then down to her skirt, adjusting the way it had rode up her thighs. There was nothing forced or stuttered about her movements; the actions were fluid, graceful- natural. She shrugged gently, nothing more than a roll of her slight frame, soon finding herself neatly standing with a slight sway to her feet. Her hair was tamed for the moment, brushed out of her face by her free hand and allowing full view of every beaming muscle in her face.

"Cheshire, iubirea meu. My name is Cheshire... though I don't mind your nickname." She purred, words rolling off her tongue while dainty, slim fingers find themselves soon pressing against the Shinigami's chest. She didn't nudge the man, just let her touch linger, straightening herself out with the same teasing grin showing off the gleam of her fangs. "As long as I can have one for you, as well. Ce pat sa te sun? What do I call you, mister Shinigami?"

She had a few words in mind, but nothing was suitable for a PG audience.

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GP Count: 12

/Total: 40

And so the game had begun. How long had it been since he had allowed himself to take part in an exchange such as this? To go back and forth with flirtatious advances simply to gauge the endurance of the opposing party not out of some obligation or necessity to a task, but as a leisure pursuit? Of course there was no particular interest in this woman outside of the entertainment that their game would produce, though of course time would tell if a genuine interest emerged as time went on. For now, he knew that the woman was trying to seduce and possibly even manipulate him. The question that eluded him at present was why. The suspicion that held at the forefront of his thoughts was that perhaps she was some Hollow or spirit that he'd encountered years prior and had only now decided to exact revenge. Even if that were the case, however, he had yet to pick up any kind of hostility in her presence or in the nature of her thoughts. As it stood, the woman was still a stranger with unknown intentions. 

She settled into his grasp, pressing herself closer to him, the soft fluttering touch of her lips lingering just out of reach of his own. Were he a man of lesser resolve, he would have perhaps found himself lose in the doe-eyed sunrise of her eyes. Instead, he gazed back with just as much clarity as he always had, the deep crimson shimmering knowingly as the faintest of smirks hovered just beneath his stoic disposition. It was clear that neither of them were strangers to what transpired between them, and even more apparent that neither seemed to be willing to back down from the other. His gaze lowered, if only for a passing moment in time, to her lips as the lower lip was tucked neatly beneath a row of pristine ivory. It was clearly a gesture of provocation, meant to entice and elicit a likely carnal reaction from him. Admittedly, some part of him deep down did react, but the response had been so fleeting that it was virtually nonexistent. 

Then came the giggle. It was a carefree and pleasant sound, the notes carried on a dancing wisp of warmth that caressed his lips. Unlike previously, the reaction gained from this gesture was greater, though still not enough to break the stony setting of his expression. An awakening jolt shot through his spine as finally, much to Shinkiro's chagrin, Kuro turned his curiosity towards the two of them. Obsidian embers glowed within the darkest recesses of Shinkiro's soul as Kuro felt the presence of a fellow monster, of a demonic beast that shared the same hunger for souls and that originated from the desolate sands of that achromatic realm. Shinkiro could feel the spiritual parasite's ravenous sneer slowly beginning to form and with ever-mounting dread felt the increasing nudge of Kuro's influence on the control he so tentatively held.

Inadvertently he shut his eyes to pull his focus away from Kuro and return to the outside world, a parallel action to the flirtatious Arrancar's shift of her hand to return some semblance of modesty to the coverage her skirt provided. His eyes opened once again as the woman's sultry tone drifted to his ears and provided a name to associate with the woman before him: Cheshire. The irony of the name caused the first noticeable grin to permeate his visage; fitting that a woman with feline attributes would share a name with the cryptic guide of a certain popular children's fable. Though apparently she also didn't mind the apt nickname he had given her. Their eyes met again, though his focus was drawn soon after to the gentle touch that settled against his chest. The grin widened, his hand falling away from its place beneath her chin in favor of resting on the curve of her waist. She was good at this game, but then again, so was he. He debated momentarily on whether he should give a false name or not, ultimately choosing validity over falsehood. After all, she had given her true name, he supposed it was only right to return the favor.

"Shinkiro, that's my name. As far as any nicknames you want to call me..." He paused as he rose to his full height, the difference in height between them at once becoming more pronounced. The previous playful gleam flashed in his eyes again. His hand shifted on her waist, just enough that he would once more close the distance between them, feeling the press of her smaller form against his. He leaned down to her ear, the pleasant warmth of his breath prickling at the exposed skin of her neck.

"That's for you to decide, little kitten." A hushed croon teased at her.

Your move, little kitten.

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Current GP: 16

Total GP: 55

"Shinkiro, that's my name. As far as any nicknames you want to call me..."

She was happy to finally have a name to associate with the man pressing himself closer against her. She had been reading him to this point, every light in his eyes, every quirk of the muscles in his face and arm and chest and... aah, who was she kidding, she had been distinctly watching every inch of him. Not many things were notable, though, sadly. He had a rather strong grasp on his emotions and never gave her enough to chew, nevertheless anything more than that.

There was occasionally a twitch of a smile, a spark of any lingering emotion that was snuffed as soon as it appeared.

Except for two things:

One, and the most serious of them, was the way he shifted and closed his eyes for a moment. It wasn't to drink in her presence, she knew, and she couldn't gauge it as more than some reaction to something he had thought. She let her eyes narrow while he couldn't see her, mulling over things a bit more seriously and slipping in her guise as a flirtatious deviant for just a moment. Not to be gotten wrong, she still had every inclination to sleep with the man, but she had her reasons for being here and that was at the forefront of her mind. This had only brought that clarity back to her.

What was going through his head, right now, she found herself wondering. There wasn't enough of his reiatsu to read into, nothing for her to sink her teeth in; he remained stone faced aside from the way he seemed to recede, if only imperceptibly. It was nothing she had said, she knew, as they were playing the same game and he seemed to enjoy playing along. He was proving to be a good enough time waster, in that regard.

But her thoughts kept circling back to what had drawn her attention in the first place. He had smelled, and still did, in a sense, faintly familiar to the cat Arrancar. She had come expecting to meet an acquaintance of hers only to stumble upon, what, a Shinigami? She still wasn't entirely certain, but as she had found his pressure was too cloaked for her to get so much as a taste.

She had to busy herself with how he acted, then, and go from there. She had yet to cast her spell, pull out the stops of her power, and she was okay with that--not until he was shown to be pulling back would it matter. Right now it was realistically just her and him, so close they were touching, so close she could smell him in the most intimate sense. The contact deepened as his eyes opened, a hand finding her waist and a subsequent purr.

That brought her to the second point; that he had smiled at her name, something that made the excitement that reflected in her gaze flare for a moment. He was leaning in, closer, but she was happy enough with herself that she had gotten a physical reaction from him that she didn't really care how close he got. She welcomed it, even, grinning broadly and adjusting so her chest was pressing ever so tightly back against his own and her thigh slipped closer to lean on his. He was much taller, and she did not mind this.He

Height difference was such a fun thing to play with. "Shinkiro." She always enjoyed the part of a meeting where she could play with the other's name, letting it fall from breathless lips. Sometimes it affected the other person, but most of the time it served as a way to familiarize herself with her new plaything.

"That's for you to decide, little kitten."

She shivered, half of that a part of the game and other driven by her primal interest in the man. Her own words in reply were as sweet as ever, hushed, whispered against his jaw; close enough that her lips touched it, leaving their mark. "I might have a few in mind--but it depends on how lucky you see yourself, Sh~inkiro. So~ tell me, domnule!" Playful tones, lecherous words, an undercurrent of a deeper meaning slipping through with her softly spoken speech.

How lucky do you think you are?"

He wasn't bad, but she was the best at this game, shown by how quickly she had fallen back into her flirtatious frame of mind as he snapped back to reality. She still wondered, deeply, what had just occurred--if he was struggling with something she couldn't see, or something she just wasn't noticing. It was a simple curiosity, yes.

But were curiosities ever really simple with her involved?

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Word Count: 774

GP Count: 15

/Total: 55

This game was turning out to be much more entertaining than Shinkiro had originally intended. The same was more than apparent for the feline Arrancar appropriately named Cheshire, evident by the excited purr that escaped her at the moment his hand had settled on her waist. That in itself was slightly amusing to Shinkiro; he had known that aesthetically she bore feline features, but he hadn't actually expected her to possess certain mannerisms of them as well. He found himself grinning just a bit wider at that development, this woman was turning out to be more interesting with each passing moment. Even without reading the nature of her thoughts, just from the feel of her reiatsu, how it blended and danced with his own, he could discern the primal urges that she felt towards him. The desire, the lust, all of it lingered on the fringes of her presence, tantalizing and beckoning him. 

She pressed herself closer to him, as if fulfilling some suppressed need for intimate contact; and he allowed it. A predatory gleam lit within his scarlet eyes, becoming more invested in this back and forth game between them. She was responsive; so was he. She appeared interested in furthering their game; he was beginning to. In a way that he hadn't experienced in some time, he enjoyed the feeling of her form pressed against his, the smooth touch of her pristine skin teasing just beside the fabric of his clothing. He would be undoubtedly remiss if he denied that the way she spoke his name, seeming to taste the flavor of it on her tongue, had not sparked some bestial instinct within him. Yet as always, it remained closely hidden behind his perpetually composed visage. But the moment she shivered at his lustful words in her ear, the stony shell cracked to reveal the grin that had been hiding beneath. She spoke again, savoring his name on her lips. 

Then he felt it, a velvet caress against the curve of his jaw. A kiss. His reaction was reflexive and instantaneous; the hand that had thus far rested idly on the teasing curve of her waist shifted, his arm how completely around her and securing her place pressed against him. At this point, the space between them was nigh nonexistent, the only thing separating them from even more intimate contact being their respective clothing. He could still feel the lingering touch of her lips on his jaw. He chuckled, a low shudder from deep within his throat.

"I don't have to think anything, I know I am. Although..." He paused, the muscles in his arm tensing ever so slightly as he seemed to be testing her weight. In the next moment his arm shift, lifting the dainty cat Arrancar off of her feet and holding her aloft, still pressed provocatively close to him. If she were so inclined, it would be the proper height for her to be able to wrap her legs around his wait. Though of course, that would be entirely her prerogative whether she did so or not. Once more they were at eye level, once again ruby bore into amber. Lips barely touching, so dangerously close that each subtle movement would have them brush against each other. His free hand rose, brushing aside the onyx bangs that framed her face and cupped against her cheek. He leaned forward ever so slightly, enough for their lips to touch in a moment that was so fleeting that it seemed not to have happened at all. Yet the sensation was there and thus also proof that it had happened as well.

"How lucky do you think I am? That's the real question."

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Current GP: 12

Total GP: 67