The first peek of sunlight stings my eyes and a groan, not wanting to get up. I trudge through the hotel room, looking sadly behind me to the three sleeping women. With a sigh, I close the door behind me. It feels like I'm walking to my execution as I descend the stairs. Behind that door was the electrical chair. I knock lightly on the door of Yoko's room, entering immediately after. I refuse to look at Yoko, last's night thoughts still fresh in my mind. Instead, I go to the bathroom through the bedroom, tiptoeing pass the slumbering Kuronue. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. My hair is a mess. I comb it down the unruly bed head and gargle some mouth wash. I look out the window, admiring the sunrise. Bright oranges and reds ambush the vanishing blues. It wouldn't be long until Yoko would wake up and drag me out on another heist. But, after the sum of money I had collected the last time, I couldn't really complain.
I wander back out to the living room, seeing Yoko on the bed there. My eyes trace over his sharp features: shape nose and cheek bones. It was incredibly attractive. I creep closer to him, sitting gently on the edge of the bed. He grumbles and shifts slightly. The breath that had caught in my throat slowly eases out of my nose and I relax again. His long fingers clutch the pillow beneath the long mane of grey hair. He isn't wearing his usual shirt, so his toned torso is practically staring at me. His chest is chiseled, like a stone statute of a god. His arms are lean and the lines defining his muscles are deep and shallow in all the right places. I gulp softly, feeling my heart rate skip and jump.
"Like what you see?" My eyes snap to Yoko's; he is peering through drowsiness at me. I snap my eyes away from him, twisting my body. He leans up and his fingers are instantly in my hair, massaging my scalp. Chills trickle down my spine and goose bumps stand at attention along my shoulders. "We leave in ten minutes Jak, I have five minutes to play with you yet." He purposefully drags his nails softly along my neck and shoulders. I shiver, but swat at his hand. The thought of enjoying his rough housing is not acceptable to me. He isn't allowed to win this one. Stubbornly, I cross my arms and twist even farther away from him. A rough tug pulls me down to the bed and Yoko is instantly hovering over me. Grunting and pushing, I try to pry him off of me. "All you have to do is answer my question Jak."
"No I didn't!"
"Liar." My grumbles of retort are drowned out with his vicious kisses. He is already pressing against me; I can feel his chilled chest through my shirt. His fingers are in my hair, caressing and petting my scalp and ears. I forget to breathe, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. I shake, trying to free myself from the spell that he must have over me. It was just like him and I after the attack of the last heist. A part of me yearns for that passion, mutual backs off, but he still lingers over me, his eyes pouring into mine. Lust and curiosity shine brightest in the golden pools. "You know you want me to kiss you again." I bite my lip to keep the rebellious affirmative.
"Don't make me gag," I cruelly remark, only to get a slight growl. He takes a fistful of my hair and yanks. "You bitch!" I yell, punching him in the jaw. His hand releases my hair and I grin in victory. He returns the smile and pins my hands above my head, resuming where he left off. I wiggle under him, trying to free myself. His lips are on my neck, slowly approaching my collar bone.
"I made you moan once, I will do it again," he promises, his statement mumbled with my skin. He drags his sharp canines down my neck and I arch my back slightly, inhale sharply. He maneuvers my wrists into one hand and trails his fingers down my arm and over my chest, ending on my ribs. His hand wanders under my shirt, caressing my hips and modest curves. It doesn't take long for Yoko I have his hand on my butt and I force my hips into his abs, trying to escape his grasp. I didn't want to give in, not again.
I am thankful for the knock at the door. Ferociously, Yoko growls; he points his finger at me telling me to stay where I am, then stands to answer the door. I take a deep breath, not even caring to hear about the doorman's message. I tug at the bottom of my shirt and curl into a ball, facing away from Yoko. The door clicks and Yoko walks to the bedroom. "Kuronue," he calls in, only to get a groan and the shift of the blankets. "There is a man in the lobby for you." I hear a mumbled "okay", and Yoko closes the door. I can feel his eyes on me. He sits beside me and a dare a glance back at him. His eyes tired again. Something leaks into my veins and I find myself frowning. "What is that face for?" I look away quickly, my eyes widening.
"Is it just going to be you and me for the mission?" I reply, changing the subject. He lies on his back next to me and I turn towards him. I can feel the cool air around him; I fight the urge to crawl under the sheets to escape the cold. He gives me a sidelong glance, then looks forward once again. He puts his arms behind his head, like a pillow and cracks his neck.
"Yes, but it won't be terribly difficult," he states coolly. After a minute of silence, his hand find my shoulders. With a tug, he pulls me; my face plants into his smooth chest. "Think of it as a vacation from interruptions," he growls lustfully. I push him away and stand with a roll of my eyes. I can hear Yoko's soft laugh and I smile slightly. Kuronue enters the room, his hat and pendulum intact. "We'll only be a few days Kuronue. Mind waiting around here for a day or two? There are a few girls upstairs if you get lonely," Yoko jokes, winking at his companion. I backhand his arm and glare at him. He doesn't even look at me.
"Don't worry Jak," Kuronue begins. "I will find entertain else wise." Kuronue sends Yoko and me a wave goodbye and closes the door behind him. I turn to Yoko, his eyes already on me. The usually lust aren't in his eyes, but instead his face is lit up like a child with a new toy.
"Let's go Jak. There isn't a moment of daylight to lose."
My feet are aching and my lungs are burning; Yoko and I have been running for over seven hours now. He had gone around town, asking clients and trusted friends about our next target, gaining addition information. After that, he had deposited our money with a trusted friend, keeping enough to get him and me lunch. But now, I could really go for another meal; my lgs are shaking and I feel lightheaded. Yoko has the upper hand of being a demon, I growl to myself. Distance is just a number to him. But, to a human like me, every step brings me closer to my last, each breath taken from my mortality.
The sun is beginning to set when Yoko stops and glances back at me. I had toughed through it, but now my hands are on my knees and I'm doubled over, becoming drunk on oxygen. The sound of him coming closer is evident to my ears, but I make no attempt to look up to him. I'm afraid to. The words have been bouncing around in my head as I ran; I was hoping they'd fill the void of conversation. But, they are instead intensifying it.
"We got here earlier than I was expecting," he says smoothly, his breathing not slightly labored. I lay in the field, sprawling out as exhaustion plows into me. I immediately feel better in the cool grass and out of the sun. "Your feet are bleeding Jak," Yoko points out as he watches me. I don't respond, scared to say anything. The tension in my chest tightens whenever I even think about talking to Yoko. After knowing I'd be alone with him for the next first days, I couldn't get him out of my mind. "Jak!" Yoko practically yells. I jump up, my eyes darting around us, looking for attackers. Without a sign of danger, I snap my eyes to him; my eyebrows are pinched together. "You were starting to zone out. We need to be on our toes out here."
"And you shouted why?" Bitterness is thick in my voice, though I hadn't meant for it to be there at all. Yoko scowls, but turns around. Both of us share a sigh. I stretch my back and look at my feet finally. Yep, definitely bleeding. I had taken off my shoes because they are best for walking, but endurance running. Yoko waves off my comment and continues to talk to himself out loud.
"I'll have to buy you appropriate shoes in town," Yoko offers, though he's still upset. I look up with him, skeptical. I shrug my shoulders. He does need a partner for this, it would make sense for him to watch his own back. I snarl at my rationalization; a usually sign of my self-doubt. I roll onto my feet with a grimace and a flinch, but I stand evenly. I mutter thank. "What did you say?" Yoko asks, his tone stitched with mockery. I roll my eyes viciously and put my hand on my hip.
"And I used to ask myself why you didn't have a mate yet," I bitterly snap. His bi-polarity is really starting to bug me. As I had reasoned earlier, might as well give him a taste of his own medicine. He glares at me, his arms crossed. The smile that had been directed at me is now gone, replaced with a scowl. A shiver of fear rattles my bones, but I refuse to stand down.
"Sorry to disappoint Jaklyn."
"Just be quiet fox. You're just upset I'm this close to being free." Yoko is in my face within the next moment. His long fingers are wrapped around my chin, pulling me forward, into his dangerous eyes. I look away from his eyes for a moment, the closeness of this anger intimidating with his golden orbs. He wraps his nimble hand around my arm, as insurance that I would not back away from him.
"What has gotten your panties in a bunch girl?"
"I'm pretty sure you're the one with the stick up his ass!" I scream. The only physical response I get is a slap across the face. I recoil from his hit with tears in my eyes, the sharp sting guiding the tears. I search his eyes for remorse, but find none.
"I'm not sure where this bitchiness is coming from, but you can either stop or I will make you," he growls, his nails digging into my triceps with every word. I suppress the whimper and meet his gaze, foolishly unafraid. He pushes me away, turning on his heel. "Come," he barks. "We might as well continue on since you didn't appreciate me stopping for you." I freeze and stare at Yoko's fleeting form. He said we were early, ahead of schedule. He stopped for me. I wiggle my sore toes and look down at the earth under them. With a sigh, I follow him; the silence didn't seem so beneficial now.
