Chevalier d'Amour
My Hime is not mine. I'm just borrowing some bits. Authors notes at the bottom, and please enjoy!
Prelude – En passant
She was precise and relentless. Whoever she was, she was extremely accurate, each shot pounding into the paper target.. The discarded shells hit the floor like metallic raindrops, quiet under the roar of her rifle blasts. Her shots were rhythmic and unceasing; each movement to reload was smooth and efficient she changed her targets. The muzzle of her gun dipped up and down, bullets tearing through the bull's-eye forehead then to the heart, again and again. The gunner compensated for the high power rifle by sending the target as far back as possible… and every shot was a bull's-eye.
It was hard to take her eyes away from the effortless ease of bullets travelling through their mark, but her wandering gaze then decided to trace the hands that held a sharpshooters rifle. She couldn't take her eyes away from the pale, delicate fingers gripping the barrel. A brief half-thought of surprise rose to the surface. A woman? She followed the trail of skin to a slender wrist, decorated with the punk styled studded cuffs. A curious brow lifted slightly as she took in the dark leather jacket sleeves, fitting the gunner's arm perfectly. Sections of silver, crimson, and black marched their way across the definitely female shoulders. The burst of sound as each bullet was sent mercilessly on its way easily muffled her own, almost inaudible, sound of disappointment as she saw the well scratched black and red helmet covering the gunner's features. Her slight pout was dispelled when she traced down the gunner's spine, her back flexing in a very nice way… her gaze raking over the flares of the gunner's hips, which put a definite smile on her lips. The black and red leather of her skin-tight riding suit was hugging each and every curve, especially the gunner's tight… lovely… ass. Her inspection included the way her thighs and calves were exquisitely toned, and the well-worn, obviously serviceable black leather boots that still managed to flatter the gunner's bad-ass sex appeal. Overall… she licked her lips lightly, her gaze hungry now… the excellent shooter had an even better body. Frankly delicious actually.
Luckily, her inspection was barely finished before the gunner stopped firing, finally out of bullets. She set the butt of her rifle down on the floor, pushing the button on the side of the partition to bring back her paper target. Already impatient with waiting, the gunner shifted her weight from side to side for a short while before sighing, turning on her heel sharply as she headed towards the counter. The gunner gave no notice if she had caught her current admirer as she walked; looking only straight forward, gun in hand. Her watcher smiled a little wider as she watched the play of muscle underneath the leather suit, her intent to follow the gunner thwarted as a blandly attractive man in a gag inducing orange outfit approached her, saying something doubtlessly interesting as he was. She masked the admiration for the gunner on her face with a smile as bland as her companion. Only her eyes showed the wave of disappointment that she had been waiting for him and not the girl in leathers, which he didn't and would have never noticed. As he motioned to leave, she paused, looking back at the now vacated shooting stall, the woman's target hanging forlornly from its holder. She walked over quickly, plucking the paper off and folding it, small enough to fit in her purse. She now had a secret tucked away, a reminder of attraction to the mysterious woman with the rifle. A soft smile graced her lips as she walked out of the building to the waiting car.
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This was fun to write. Though it took surprisingly long. ^_^ I plan on making more. This is my second fanfiction, and while shorter than I'd like it to be, it's a beginning, ne? To be honest, I have little memory for types of guns and that sort of thing, so forgive my lack of specific weaponry. I hope you have fun deciding who is who, as I plan on a few surprise twists. ^.^ as I also hope you enjoyed reading. I appreciate any review, it makes my pride organ feel better. The story title, means 'Knight of Love' in French, and the chapter 'in passing' also in French.
See you soon! ^.^