"What is Allen Walker doing out all alone on a night like this one?" Road's grin was mocking, her tone playful, and her fingernails scraped dully against the brick wall of the inn outside of which the exorcist in question sat.
He was on his feet in a moment, the sharp north wind whipping across him to snag in his coat, the words to activate his Innocence already forming on his tongue.
"Oh, relax," she crouched like a kitten on the stone steps, cradling her chin in a slender hand. "I just want to play."
He clutched his arm in anxiety, eyebrow raised. "Isn't fighting your idea of 'playing'?"
A smirk lighted on her lips and her amber eyes lifted to the dark sky, where clandestine stars shown. "There are many different games. Fights are only one kind." Her lanky form unfolded, came toward him slowly, like a cat on the prowl.
He flinched when her forearms settled on his shoulders. "What do you want, Road?"
She laughed lightly, her fingers curling in his ivory hair. "You don't want to play with me, Allen?"
His dark eyes hardened. "No."
"That's too bad." Her smile didn't falter as she pressed her lithe form again him, her mouth brushing over his jaw. "I would have been willing to play fair too."
Against his better judgment, his eyes had fallen closed, his palms ghosting down her side. "Why are you here, Road?"
"Isn't it obvious, my little plaything?" Their mouths met, and her hands at the back of his head held them together. "I told you to be careful or you'd end up alone." Her breath was hot across his skin.
His eyes darkened dangerously as he held her close. "And are you here to rescue me from that fate?"
She shook her head, blue hair swaying statically. "You're the one that does the rescuing, Allen Walker. All I'm here to do is play." She kissed him again, almost gently, and smirked when his lips pressed back. "But, right now, you don't feel alone, do you?"
He buried his face against her neck, murmuring, "I have never felt this alone."