Title: Lust

Rated: T (for semi-adult-related themes or something)

Summary: After all, age was nothing but only a number.

Warn: AU, ooc, absurd, weird, not beta'd.

Disc: I don't own DGM.


A/N: Based on a BONES episode long—long—time ago, so their age gap is way bigger than it supposed to be. Pssh, whatever—moving on.


Lenalee always knew he was not just a mere delivery boy. With a white hair and a scar across his face like that, she should have known that from the start. And she hadn't even counted that gloved deformed-hand of his either, she mused. It was somehow…captivating in her eyes.

(—but she kept her ignorance toward the common sense of the society and continued to do it anyway.)

Tucking her hands on her lap, she watched the eighteen year-old delivery boy walked his way toward her house with a banquet of daisies, primroses, and purple February Daphnis from her window. With a quirk on her lips, she waited until she heard a knock on the door and gracefully walked to it.

Plastering a smile on her face, she opened it and greeted him.

"Morning, Allen." She said; "another one for me?" whilst he nodded and came inside as she gestured him to come to the living room.

"Yes ma'am," Allen saluted to her after putting down the banquet on a table, "can you sign here please?" and took out a board with a sheet of paper on it and a pen.

Lenalee chuckled, (—how professional-like of him—) but nonetheless took it and signed the sheet with minimum effort.

"Here you go," as he replied with the practiced "thank you, ma'am." of his, when she took the board back while he tried to take it back, with a playful smirk.

"Now, what did I tell you about calling me 'ma'am', Allen?" She warned while he nervously sweated.

"But it's impolite for me to address an older woman—and moreover, a costumer—by their first name or such, Miss Lee…" Allen reasoned as the thirty-six year-old woman waved her hand at him.

"Nonsense!" Lenalee stated, "it's just the two of us here—no one would know a thing." then a snort.

"I bet Mister Lee would know it even if he's on the other side of the world…" as she pouted.

"He won't—he's on a business trip right now in China." and leaned forward toward the young white-haired man. "And besides, you promised we'll drop the act when we're alone."

Looking straight at her eyes, he sighed and pulled his hat; revealing a pair of dazzling (—remember to breathe Lenalee—) gray-eyes while smiling (—that gorgeous lips of his—) bemusedly.

"Whatever you want, Lenalee."

The rest of the day felt like a blur to the two of them that day.


THE END


Note(s):

Mezereon or February Daphne – desire to please, timidity

Daisy – innocence

Primrose – young love, early youth, I can't live without you


A/N: So yeah…a story about older females (who have "experiences") attracted to younger males (who have "vigor" and stuff) when it comes to…that. Anyway, I was kinda pondered to use this for Allen/Lenalee (who have a year gap) or with Gamma/Yuni (who also have a lot of year gap between them)—but ended up with…this…I don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore… *sigh* By the way, "Mister Lee" is Komui, aka also Lenalee's brother in this fic. Any kind of reviews and/or criticisms is welcomed, thank you very much.

~G L. [Jakarta, 18.01.2015]