give and take, Air Gear, (Yayoi/Kaito)
Title: give and take Author: shiegra Rating: R Wordcount: 296
Prompt:Air Gear - Kaito/Yayoi - the "auction" - "You want me to do what?"
She's dressed in black, a long slim dress that wraps over her hips, and when his hand wraps around her arm it's over bare skin, and the contact burns.
Yayoi whirls, pulse jump-started in alarm--caught how what now--only to spot the familiar lazily predatory crocodile grin.
"What's this?" He asks, and his voice is low enough in his chest to purr out of his throat as he hauls her in.
Yayoi almost fights him, almost makes a scene, but she doesn't really have a right to be here. The danger that is Kaito Wanijima is an unpleasant counter to the possibility of missing this last chance.
He smells like leather and heat and she's touching him, unnervingly close, pressed against his skin. Drag in a quick breath, try not to show fear, and his teeth flash in savage satisfaction.
"I can guess why you're here." He drawls, drags her into the shadow of a long curtain. "Left it a bit late, hasn't he?"
"I really couldn't say." Her voice wavers just a little and her fingers curl into fists, sharp thrill of terror and adrenaline.
He laughs, back to a rasping purr again, and the muzzle of the gun touches her thigh, strokes up her hip. "I think you'll do me a favor, too."
"You want me to--" Her teeth click shut on the incredulous hiss and she bites into her lip at the glitter in his eyes.
"Play nice," he hisses, and he's close enough to kiss, breath grazing her mouth, eyes dark and hot and sparking with some cruel, unfathomable amusement, "and I might as well."
Of course you won't, she wants to spit, but she hasn't quite got the nerve to and he's gone anyway, already vanished into the crowd.