Title: Fever

Summary: A foxy presence in the meeting room makes Branch Head Komui blush shades of red that would only be present in a lipstick catalogue.

Disclaimer: I don't own D. Gray-Man. What I do own is Miss Arden and the plot.

Fever

Another meeting with representatives from the other branches of the Black Order took place in Komui's office for the past two hours. People from the science and logistics sections brought insane amounts of paperwork for them to look at and inspect with thorough eyes. Reports were discussed and funding was given according to needs. All in all it was a standard but terribly boring and long meeting.

While the others went through paper after paper, Komui allowed himself some time to doze off and reminiscence a series of events.

Lips molded together in fiery kisses.

"Here are the charts you asked for, Branch Head Komui," a soft and feminine voice woke him from his daze. Every time he heard that sultry, coy voice his senses would go insane and his mind would replay the sweet words that came out from her mouth during moments from a night not so far away in the past. Surely he was just imagining it.

His mouth nipping at her neck.

"Sir?" the voice persisted.

He wasn't imagining it.

Komui snapped out of it and turned his gaze upwards to look at her, their eyes connecting for the briefest of moments- amusement dancing in hers while his were drowning in embarrassment. His eyes unconsciously trailed down to her coral painted lips, but his brain took the lead and diverted them towards her face again.

"Yes?" he asked, trying to sound professional but in the end it came out as a strained excuse for a sound.

Her moans flooding the room.

"I came to give you the papers you asked for," she said, flirting blatantly under the eyes of all present in the room, a sly smile on her flawless face as she waited for him to get flustered.

Komui's cheeks turned red from the allusion and he threw a worried glance at the other people present in the room. Luckily, nobody noticed.

"Thank you, Miss Arden," he muttered.

Sweat burning down their chests as they moved feverishly against each other.

"Well?" her voice prodded the silence again.

"What?"

"Are you going to take me or not?"

"Pardon me?!"

He had to ask again just to make sure his hearing wasn't playing tricks on him. Did she actually say that in front of the others?! What if they were actually paying attention this time? Was she actually capable of being this blunt?

Her nails scratching at his back.

Bak would have broken out in hives by now. Thank God his face was probably only donning a nice shade of scarlet by now.

"Are you going to take these or not?" she asked again, fluttering the handful of papers in front of him.

"Y-Yes," he stuttered, mentally scolding himself how easily she could push him towards the edge.

Flustered and feeling as if the collar would suffocate him, Komui took the documents from her freshly manicured hands and began inspecting them. No information was in fact registered.

His hands gripping her hips.

She bent down to his level, her lips pressing against his ear. His attention instantly focused on her, senses heightened as a surge of adrenaline invaded his body after her touch.

Just a little bit more.

"Relax, a bomb can go off in the next room, and they wouldn't notice. Turn to the last page," she advised and took him by surprise once more after she gently nibbled at his earlobe, just where his weak spot was.

The two of them reaching a state of bliss at the same time.

Then, as easily as she appeared, she straightened herself and left the room, hips swaying seductively for this devil of a woman knew he watched. Curious and somewhat scared, he did as he was told and let his eyes scan over the last paper for some sort of thing that would be of interest. At the bottom of the page, a message lay written in her curly neat handwriting.

Tonight. Nine o'clock. My room.

This woman was going to be the death of him.

You give me fever

When you kiss me

Fever when you hold me tight

Fever

In the morning

Fever all through the night

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