Prompt: Kagura, Kamui, eggplant

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the waiting game (redux)

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Kagura sees an opening.

She pushes off with high-heeled black boots and the wooden floor caves from the force alone. She cannonballs, umbrella-arm swinging back to strike—

"Always so hasty," he chides.

—Kamui's arms shoot out to restrain her, grips her hard enough to leave eggplant bruises to remember him by and he lets her momentum carry them to the ground. She tumbles onto him and he laughs teasingly, leaning forward, "You only needed to ask."

His tongue steals across her broken lips, takes her taste of iron and will.

A frustrated cry claws its way out of her throat.


Word Count: A perfect 100!