"Just by being here, by standing near you, I have saved your life," Jibril whispered ecstatically. "No one is willing to steal a Flügal's prey."
"Please, just let me lose." Steph begged, supine on the ground, Jibril standing over her. A small handful of coins rest by her side.
Paper. Rock. Steph won another round, and Jibril dropped another coin.
"What do you take me for? Fiel? Do you expect me to marry you?" Jibril laughed caustically.
Steph felt a twinge of envy briefly overpower her dread as she remembered Clammy.
"My life as your slave against a coin," Steph said. "A game of Rock Paper Scissors. I'm playing Paper. Aschente."
"Aschente."
Paper. Rock.
Steph's eyes welled up with tears. "Jibril, please? Killing me is no longer murder, but at least allow it to count as robbery!"
Jibril's sadistic grin softened to an almost warm smile. She silently lifted the coins back into her purse. She leaned in onto Steph, cupping her cheek.
"Poor, naïve Steph. Are you so obsessed with the first commandment that you've forgotten you are no longer subject to the rest either? I don't need to beat you, I just need to claim you," Jibril placed her mouth against Steph's ear. "And I did that fifteen minutes ago."
More than anything, Steph felt relief when Jibril kissed her.
A/N: I'll probably keep this as a one-shot, but who knows.
