(Okay, I want to say thank you to whoever reviewed my first chapter because I have really low motivation and really need feedback/reviews to continue the things I write...so because of that I was able to continue just a bit longer. There's still more, so if anyone can review this chapter no matter how short, that would be really great! Just to keep my motivation up to write :)
Alsoooo...if I do keep this up long enough then the rating may change. :p judging where Alphard and Canaan are going anyway. Just a heads-up if later on you're searching for it and you need to adjust the filter to M or something.)
Time passed in silence for about twenty minutes. The hustle and bustle of people going in and out of the museum went on as normal throughout the afternoon whilst Canaan waited patiently with her temper tightly under control. Things were not going exactly as she'd planned, but she had never been very good at thinking things through. Natsume often said as much when she gave Canaan her assignments.
Was Alphard ever going to turn up? Had she already left long ago? Or was she watching her from a distance, getting her kicks out of seeing Canaan chasing her and -
A pair of strong, familiar arms cradled around her neck from behind her. Canaan didn't need to turn around to know who it was. She could smell her, reach out to touch her, just like she had done so with that same jacket, stroking every inch of it. Of course, she was more used to those arms being used to lightly choke her, rather than being affectionate.
"You took your time," she said self-consciously, trying to ignore the feeling of those arms against her own skin.
Alphard smiled and moved one hand down the back of Canaan's hair softly. "You were fun to watch. Plus..." She breathed against Canaan's ear slowly, making sure the silver-haired girl felt it. "I got a few pictures out of it."
Wha-? Canaan tried to say, but next thing she knew her ex-partner had snaked one arm around her waist tightly and was pulling her along into the museum. She tried to protest, but fighting here would draw too much attention. This isn't fair, she thought. She's supposed to be where I want her, not the other way round.
Without releasing her grip, Alphard held out her other hand towards Canaan. "Jacket," she said in a tone of voice that demanded no argument.
Reluctantly, Canaan handed it over. She felt her resistance crumbling with every step she walked next to her, but it didn't seem to matter.
"I thought you brought a spare?" she muttered, as Alphard slipped it back on.
The leader of the Snakes uncurled her arm for a second to slip her hands securely through the sleeves. "I never said I brought it with me." She reasserted her hold around Canaan and pecked her on the cheek playfully. "Let's go for a walk."
"A walk?" Canaan spluttered, stumbling as she was dragged along. She pulled at the arm around her waist, but her heart didn't seem to be in it.
Alphard smirked. "Or a date. You can call it that. We'll be leaving this place in a moment." Her eyes flickered towards the balconies up to the left and right. "On that note, try not to escape right now. There are five snipers aiming at you from above your head."
What?
Canaan dug her fingernails into Alphard's arm and brought the two of them to a sudden halt. This was going too fast for her liking.
"Snipers?" she repeated.
"Yes," Alphard said calmly. "My guess is that Natsume hired them after all this Borner business had finished. Then again, I have a lot of enemies."
Canaan blinked for a few times before she could concentrate long enough to bring her synesthesia into focus. Three, four...five figures of blue standing casually on the balcony. Blue, the colour of killing intent.
"They haven't shot yet," she stated.
"No."
"Is there a reason they haven't shot you down yet?"
"Yes," Alphard said with a small smile. "It's because right now they might hit you and Natsume is trying to avoid that."
"You're using me to get past a load of snipers who want to kill you?" Canaan said hotly. "If you'd just let me go in first I could have picked them out one by one and taken care of them for you! "
The older woman smiled warmly at her and Canaan felt the arm around her waist move up to her neck with a jolt. "You'd do that for me?" she said slyly.
"No – I – " Canaan fought against her own instincts as Alphard leaned in closely to her. Feeling her this close, her breath on her skin, her lips rising in to meet her. "Stop this!" she said loudly. "I am not going to do this with half a dozen sniper rifles trained in on us. This isn't my kind of date!"
"Really? Tough. It's the only kind I do." Alphard brought her face closer until their skin were mere inches away. "And I could have taken those snipers before you even got here. But I thought I'd do something special for you."
Canaan tried to back away. She was far too close for comfort. "How does this qualify as "special"?" she said. "What comes next, making out hanging with one hand from a helicopter whilst terrorists try to gun us down?"
"That could easily be arranged," Alphard said with a chuckle. "Don't change the subject. Think about now."
She moved in hard against Canaan's body and pinned her easily against the wall of the museum. Canaan tried to push her back with her hands for a second but her senses soon failed her as Alphard clamped her mouth against hers, tongue moving down hungrily in a dominating kiss which wiped out all fear and caution. She felt Alphard's hands clasp down on hers, the terrorist's knee coming up to open her legs up for her, insistent predatory eyes burning into her own. She squeezed back with what little strength she did have, her legs turning to jelly.
Alphard's hand stroked down her hair and back, her other hand scratching down between Canaan's breasts even whilst she deepened the kiss and moved her tongue back inside. Her arms squeezed around her waist and slowly broke off the kiss, leaving a trickle of saliva motioning from her upper lip, prompting a gasp from Canaan's mouth as her eyes pleaded for her -
Then she was wrenched off her feet again as Alphard released her and pulled her towards the double doors at the end of the hall. Dazed, she stumbled along and clinging to the taller girl's arm, confused about what exactly was going on here.
"Why did you stop?" she managed, when she finally caught her breath.
Alphard sighed. "It got boring with just a few guns trained on us. This is a date, isn't it? I'll take you somewhere more exciting."
The two of them made it through the doors and out onto the street again. The scene here was much the same as the main entrance, just crowds of people breezing past them without a care in the world. Canaan tested her synesthesia for a moment – they were out of danger. No one was aiming a gun at them, unless the snipers were going to come after them.
Then she realised what Alphard had just said. "More exciting?" she exclaimed. "You mean, more dangerous."
"Yeah," Alphard said, sounding disappointed. "I'm sure you get bored easily." She tugged at her arm insistently. "This way."
"Why can't we just go to a café or something?" Canaan complained. "Or a hotel? Wouldn't that be better?"
Alphard stopped in mid-step abruptly and stared at her for a moment with that mystical smile. Then she pulled her arm in sharply towards her, her arm gripping the back of her neck, and kissed her on the mouth hard. Canaan's knees buckled underneath her for a second and she felt like she was going to fall. Fine, she thought numbly, anything you want is fine...
As suddenly as she had started it, Alphard pulled her mouth from hers, tasting her saliva and drool with a look of satisfaction.
"Café it is, then," she said with a shrug as if nothing had happened. "Or hotel. Your call this time, Canaan."
