shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-21 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, crossover: baccano!/d.gray-man, pairing: luck/rinali |
D.Grayman/Baccano!
Title: A little persuasion
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: D.Grayman/Baccano!
Pairing/characters: Rinali Li, Luck Gandor
Rating: PG13/R
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Luck Gandor/Rinali, dominance/submission
The handcuffs clicked shut around his wrist and when he rolled over, gun already in his hand, Rinali was on her knees over him and she shoved his wrist down. A brief, taut contest—an Exorcist’s strength against an Immortals—before he deliberately relaxed his hand and she pushed it away through the sheets.
“I think you lied to my superiors, Mr. Gandor.” She said, perfectly steadily.
“Rinali Li.” Even pinned half naked—that she could see—in his bed, he had a perfect, laconic composure. “This is unexpected.”
“Normally,” she continued, fervently glad for the shadows to hide her flush, “I have no problems with that. But she’s in danger because we can’t protect her, so I can’t let you do that.”
He shifted very calmly, her knees pressed to his ribs and the heavy steady murmur of his heartbeat echoing up her arm. “No such explanation was offered to me, Ms. Li. And I’m afraid that visiting someone in the middle of the night, presumably to offer threats, is very rarely a successful strategy for gaining their aid.”
“I’ll convince you if I have to.” She said quietly, and for a second the air choked thick with the potential for violence and she added, “I brought money, Mr. Gandor. I just don’t have the option of hearing no.”
The Pope’s operatives are far too convinced of their own natural authority to offer something they think they deserve to have, but they’d brought cash for their own indulgences, and Rinali had appropriated it.
“Perhaps we can talk business, then.” He sounded perfectly calm—too calm, she thought, for someone with an Exorcist sitting on him especially since he’d seen what she could do—and she sat back on her heels.
“Where?” She asked, wary and flat.
“Do you expect me to consent to a business transaction when I have no proof that you have the money?” He asked, voice low and almost gentle, velvet with suspicious amusement. He was utterly relaxed, but she didn’t fool herself that he couldn’t react instantaneously if given the chance.
“You have my word.” Rinali said, and felt her mouth twist with dark irony before he could say anything. “Wait.” She rose to her knees and dragged the satchel closer with one finger. Muscles tensed against her thighs and she twisted and made her voice a knife of warning in the darkness. “Don’t.”
He went still and she upended the bag, spilling heaps of dollar bills over his chest. After a moment his free hand rose and picked one up; Rinali wordlessly leaned to snap on a lamp, and he examined the crisp new bills with a cool, measuring stare.
Then he gave her a slow, hooded smile. “I’m sure we can do business.” A heartbeat of a pause and he added, “perhaps, however, this is not the appropriate position.”
Rinali stood and retreated from the bed, kicking the gun under the bed before digging out the key and tossing it to him. “Feel free, Mr. Gandor.” She said, tight-lipped. “And hurry. There isn’t time to spare.”