Here's a little bit of a smutty hint to start your weekend, enjoy guys :D

"Is that Karma again," Itona asks as my phone vibrates on the coffee table for the fifth or sixth this morning.

"Probably," I say as I finish doing my tie in the mirror in the hallway.

"He's been texting you all weekend," Itona teases, "clearly I had a right to be jealous."

"He's just concerned about me," I chuckle. "As far as he knows you and I have split up and I am now homeless."

"What did you tell him?"

"That I'd gone to stay with my parents over the weekend," I reply.

"That makes sense," he says. "They're out of town enough for him to not try to find out where you're staying."

"And gave me a good excuse to lie on the sofa in my pants all weekend."

"I still maintain you don't need an excuse for that but okay," Itona laughs as I go over to the coffee table, pick up my phone and read the text. "What's he said?" he asks after a pause.

"Just asked if I wanted a lift to work," I say.

I quickly type out my answer ('don't worry, it's miles out of your way, I'll be fine') and pocket my phone. I stare off into space and there must be something in my face because Itona gets up off the sofa and comes to flick me in the forehead.

"Hey," I protest, rubbing the spot. "What was that for?"

"What's going on with you?" he asks, not bothering to answer my question.

"Nothing!"

"Nagisa, you are a fantastic assassin but you are a terrible liar," he says. "I'm assuming Karma only believed our performance because of my superior acting skills. What is going on with you?"

"I told you; nothing," I say. He fixes me with an incredulous look and I know I'm going to have to come clean or be hounded until I leave for work (only to get hounded again once I come home). "Okay fine!" I huff. "I feel guilty."

"What about?"

"I don't know," I shrug, "lying to Karma."

"Because..."

"Because he's my friend," I reply. "It just feels wrong lying to him like this, especially when he's so concerned about my well being."

"I'm sorry," Itona says. "I know it's difficult."

"It's okay," I say, sighing. "I always knew it was going to be, this is just proving harder than I originally thought it would be which is why I didn't want to do it in the first place."

"Do you want me to give you a lift to work today?" he asks. "I can try and take your mind off it for a little while longer."

"No it's okay," I reply. "It would look weird after our super public breakup on Friday."

"You could just tell them we got back together and spent the weekend having crazy hot make up sex," he suggests.

"You wish," I laugh. "No it's fine, I honestly don't mind walking and the weather is nice; it will give me a chance to think about things." I grab my bag and make my way over to the door, Itona still eyeing my sceptically. He's probably worried about me too in all of this but for different reasons (he knows what's really going on for a start).

"If you're sure," he says.

"I'm sure," I say smiling.

"Okay..."

"I'll see you later," I say and open the door.

"It'll be alright in the end Nagisa," he says as I step outside. "You'll find a way to make it work."

"Thanks Itona," I say smiling at him. "Besides who could be sad on such a beautiful day?"

As it turns out the 'beautiful day' only lasts until I'm far enough away from home that turning back for an umbrella would be pointless and it starts to piss it down with rain. By the time I get to work I'm soaked through to the skin and shivering.

"What the hell happened to you?" Karma asks when he sees me.

"I decided to walk today," I say through chattering teeth.

"Why?"

"It wasn't raining when I left the house," I snap.

"If you say so," he chuckles. "You can't stay like this all day you'll catch your death."

"I don't have any other clothes," I say which should be obvious as I literally only have the clothes I stand in.

"Don't worry," he says. "I'm sure I can find something for you for today at least."

Karma takes me up to the office, routes around in one of the cupboards before he pulls out a small pile of clothes. I thank him and go to get changed in the nearest toilet although as soon as I see what he's given me I'm less thankful.

"I can't wear this," I say sticking my head out of the door to see him smirking at me.

"Why not?" he asks feigning innocence.

"You know damn well why not," I snap.

"It's either that or spend the day in wet clothes," he says, his smirk widening by the second. ...Bastard!

I open my mouth to tell him that I'd take my chances with the wet clothes but I've already taken my shirt off and I don't fancy the prospect of putting it back on.

"Fine," I huff, "but you'd better lock the office door once we're inside. I don't want anyone else seeing me like this, it's embarrassing enough with you seeing me like this."

"Oh don't worry," Karma says, "this is something for my eyes only. I don't want anyone else seeing this beautiful sight."

The possessive lilt in his voice makes my heart flutter a little and I don't argue anymore. I slink back into the toilet and finish peeling off the rest of my wet clothes. Even my boxers are soaked so I take those off too, I'll just spend the rest of the day commando, what's the worst that could happen? Once I'm out of my wet clothes I reluctantly put on what Karma gave me.

A few minutes later I open the door of the toilet and step out so that he can see me. He's given me one of the tiniest skirts known to man (I had to tuck myself into the waistband to stop my cock being on display for the world to see) and a blouse so tight and so sheer you can see my nipples through it along with knee high socks, which I know he's always had a bit of a thing for. I'm scarlet from embarrassment and I take back everything I said about being guilty for lying to him. I don't feel guilty; this man is the devil incarnate and I'm, somehow, unlucky enough to be his new plaything. I mean where does he expect me to hide a gun in this? ...Oh yeah, he's not expecting me to be trying to hide a gun

"Looking good Nagisa," he teases. "I'm getting Junior High flashbacks; you still suit women's clothes just as much as men's."

"Karma..."

"Give us your wet clothes and I'll go get them dried for you," he says and I hand him the bundle I have been holding.

"Th... thank you," I mumble looking at the floor. I can't quite bring myself to look up at him because I know what I'll see and it's not going to be a comforting face.

"I won't be more than a few minutes so why don't you go through to the office and bend over my desk for me like a good girl," he says.

"What?!" I squeak and I'm loathed to sound so unmanly when I also look so much like a girl (if I had my old Junior High hair I'd look even more like a girl).

"I'm kidding," Karma sniggers before leaning close to my ear and running a finger down my cheek, "or am I?" His breath against my ear sends a shiver down my spine and his words start a fire in the pit of my stomach. This is not good. This is nearly as bad as me nearly letting him kiss me on my first day.

"Karma..."

"Relax," he chuckles as he pulls away, that infuriating smirk still on his face, "I am just messing with you. I'm just here to help."

"How is this supposed to be helping?"

"It's helping me," he replies with a shrug.

"You're such a pervert," I say before I can stop myself. Probably not the best thing to call you boss.

"You say that like it's news," he chuckles.

"You're terrible."

"I know," he says. "I'll see you up there, I'll just go put these on to dry."

"Okay," I say and dart over to his office, practically slamming the door behind me.

This is so embarrassing and I want the ground to just open up and swallow me whole. I try to forget about my attire and just get on with starting my work but as I hear the door open and close and practically feel Karma's eyes burning into my back it is really fucking difficult.

"I thought you were going to bend over the desk for me," he says and I don't have to look at him to know that he's pouting.

"And I thought you said you were only kidding," I reply, still not turning to look at him. There's no reply for a second and a part of me wonders what he's doing (mostly if he's taking another photo of me for his apparently growing collection) but then I feel the heat of his body right behind me. I stiffen as one of his hands grabs my hip while the other gently takes hold of my chin and turns my head so that I'm sort of looking up at him.

"I've got the best view in the house today," he practically purrs, "I'm not going to waste a second of it."

"I believe this is called sexual harassment," I say weakly. I can feel myself getting hard and I'm glad that I had the sense to sandwich my cock between my clothes and my stomach otherwise there would be no hiding it and that would be too embarrassing for words. Karma's hand moves from my chin to gently stroking up the inside of my thigh and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. The last thing I want to do right now is let him know that I'm apparently enjoying this.

"Then I'll let you get on with your work," he says and immediately his hands are gone. I don't know whether to scream in frustration or sigh with relief so I let out a shaky exhale and straighten up.

"Thanks," I say though it's more breath than word. I don't look round at him, because I know he'll be looking smug, and try to get on with my work.

It's not easy.

For the rest of the day Karma suddenly starts teasing me when I'm least expecting it. It's just little things like running a fingertip over the back of my neck, which he knows makes me weak, when he's behind me or a resounding slap to my backside whenever I forget what I'm wearing and bend down to pick up anything. I suppose (if my ultimate goal in all of this wasn't his murder) that I could report him for sexual harassment but the fact that I've been hard for most of the day – and I think he knows too – wouldn't exactly help my case despite all this evidence.

He suddenly decides to take his teasing up a notch when I feel something gently vibrating against my upper thigh and I let out an involuntary gasp. I hear him laugh softly behind me. Fuck! He heard.

"Problem Nagisa?" he asks.

"N... no," I stammer desperately trying not to let him see just how much I'm being affected by this.

"You know," he says calmly as he slowly begins to move the vibrator higher, "I was just thinking about that night after we graduated from High School."

"Oh yeah?"

Is he going to do what I think he's going to do; try to make me cum by teasing me with a vibrator while whispering filthy things in my ear? It's getting harder to seem unaffected, my traitorous body wants him and I'm sure he knows too.

"I have very vivid memories of that night," he says.

"Really? I barely remember anything, I was so drunk," I lie hurriedly in an attempt to distract him.

No dice.

"I remember how you clung to the side of the sports shed for dear life as I fucked you," he says, "just begging me for more."

"Karma please," I begin, my voice shaking, "I'm trying to work."

"It's a shame we were just kids and had nothing better than spit as lubricant," he muses as if I hadn't spoken. "It would have been so much better to see you drenched in lube and twitching, just begging for my cock."

Oh god!

I can't do this! I can't pretend I'm not affected by this anymore. I need him to either stop or do more and it would probably be best for my sanity if he stopped but I can't quite get my voice to work to ask him to.

"Karma..." It comes out more of a breathy moan to continue than a plea to stop and I know I'm totally fucked as the vibrator reaches higher and just brushes passed my balls.

"If I got to have my way with you now it would be so much better," he says and suddenly the vibrator is gone. I feel his body heat against my back, there's something hard pressing against the base of my spine and my face could melt ice it's so hot. "I'd tie you up and gag you, if you're up for that. I wouldn't blindfold you though; I want to see those beautiful eyes of your welling up as I push you closer and closer to the edge only to stop at the last second."

"Karma!" That's definitely a moan as one of his hands reaches up to tease one of my nipples through my shirt. He nips my neck softly and I let out another soft moan.

"Nagisa..." he groans, his other hand gripping my hip as he presses his cock harder into my back.

Suddenly he spins me round, pushing me against the edge of the desk. I look up at the hunger and desire in his eyes and I feel my knees go weak. He reaches up and I barely even flinch as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip before he leans down and kisses me. It's soft at first but becomes more feverish as he nips my bottom lip and I gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. As his tongue strokes and massages mine I realise that this isn't Professor Bitch's technique, this is pure Karma and I am totally powerless against it.

Without thinking I reach up and clutch the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as he wraps am arm around my waist pressing me right up against his body. My head is spinning and I can barely think as he pulls back and presses a soft kiss to my lips again. He presses his forehead against mine and I'm panting, gasping for breath as I look up into his eyes and I realise that I want him. I want to give in and I want him to pound me into this desk with no thought or consequence for the aftermath.

But I can't.

Despite how he has been making me act, how I'm totally off my usual assassination game, and despite the feelings he's been stirring within me he is still my target and I will eventually have to kill him. I push him away.

"I... I'm sorry," I say hurriedly. "Where are my clothes?"

"By the door," he says softly, confused. Without another word I push past him and am about to run for the door when he grabs my wrist. "Nagisa wait."

"I'm sorry," I say and pull my wrist out of his lax grip and dart for the door, grabbing my clothes as I leave. I dart to the toilet and lock myself in, trying to calm my breathing and my rapidly beating heart. I'm going to get dressed and then I'm going home, it's only half an hour until I leave anyway so it's not like it matters.

...I am so fucked!