xxxHolic, Kimihiro Watanuki/Yuuko Ichihara, slinky
The way she wrapped herself around him reminded Watanuki sometimes of Mugetsu. The pipe fox at least had a certain honesty in its affections. Yuuko touched him seemingly by whim.
"Yes, what do you want?" he asked, attempting to finish his current task, which was making Yuuko's lunch. Generally she was content to lounge around and wait for him to deliver it.
"Oh, nothing," she trilled suspiciously, and Watanuki's brow furrowed. In a surprisingly swift movement she managed to both bite his ear (hard!) and to run her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. He froze while her fingers danced at the waistband of his uniform.
She ran her teeth more gently along his earlobe and then unattached herself from him with great ease.
"Don't forget the sake, okay?" she said, grinning, and sashayed out of the room.
Watanuki blinked, looked down at the food, and then at himself. Yep, that was what he'd thought. He grumbled a bit, and then sighed and finished the lunch before going to the bathroom to pour cold water on himself.