Author's Note: Vaetra, Gamine, DCoD - thanks again for your support! :)
DCoD: The mind games are so captivating; one minute, he's pissed her off to no end and the next she's a melty mess. He knows exactly what she is thinking before she even does.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters...although there is a certain Prince I wouldn't mind dancing with...
Curiosity could be a dangerous ally, not counting the indulgence of fine taste. The silk stung against her fingers as she pulled the article out of the drawer, a sense of the forbidden tingling at the base of her spine like ice water, eyes eagerly conning the hexagonal patterns whimsically instilled on the delicate material. Glancing around the room, she stuffed the relic into the crook of her arm, skipping into the sanctuary of the bathroom and slowly sealing the door behind her.
Pulling on the garment with trembling digits, she shuddered; it smelled just like him. He was smaller than she was, slender and tall, all lean muscle and spindly bone…biting her lip to anchor the girlish squee building as a tremor in her chest, she examined her reflection briefly in the mirror before hitting the sink, scrubbing away layers of white and black lacquer. New flesh appeared behind the mask, bright earthly pink hues in place of the grotesque shades she favored, trading them in place of a sick desire for self abuse.
A sharp knock from behind announced time had passed, insipid lips curving into a smirk as she wiped away the remnants of water from her face.
"Yes?"
"What?" he almost sounded insulted, "No 'puddin' today?"
Whenever she could harbor this effect…whenever she held this caliber of power…whenever she had him backed into a corner – his jaw dropped, form slacking against the door frame as he stared, gaze sticking to the green silk boxers slung low on her hips. Surprise was always her best element.
"Where are your clothes?"
"I'm wearing them."
Mouth forming a perfect 'o', he wordlessly stepped inside, standing near a foot taller as he stood behind her. He was smiling. She didn't even notice him shut the door.
Curiosity killed the cat…