He's not sure why, but seeing Misaki looking as relaxed as she possibly could be in a dark tank top and shorts made her look sexy, even though he's seen her that day in a hot green dress and a cute red qipao much earlier. There's something about a woman who looks comfortable in her own skin, he thought, even if it's a faded pair of shorts and a top that's seen better days, that makes him want to salute her in a way that she probably wouldn't appreciate. That, and while she might think she's being modest with the dark-colored top, it's obvious to him that she's not wearing her battle bra (or whatever women call their tough padded bras) anymore. This should be fun.

She made a face, obviously mistaking his male interest for something else entirely, as she sat down on the floor across from him, stretching her legs out. "Yeah, I know this is a pretty awful outfit, but it's comfortable," she said, almost, but not quite apologizing.

He grinned. "I'm not complaining, I'm not exactly wearing a tuxedo myself," Li returned, "besides, your legs must be killing you."

He couldn't help but peek down her top as she leaned forward, touching her toes. "Kinda, yeah," she admitted, but continued to stretch out, oblivious to his subtle but appreciative gaze. After a few minutes, she sighed. "Remind to just walk normally," she groaned, her legs apart as she faced downward, her arms stretching out in front of her on the floor. "This is ridiculous."

Nope, this is awesome, he thought, but aloud, he said, in as inoffensively as possible, "If you want, I could massage your legs."

She straightened up, a slight smile on her face. "No, but thanks for offering."

There goes my smooth move to even try to touch her, he thought, but he wasn't about to give up yet. After all, while it's obvious she thinks the date is over, ratty clothes and all, he's getting more interested in her as a woman. He shrugged, "Just thought I'd offer," he said, "it was one of my part time jobs."

She chuckled. "It would be," she shook her head, now stretching one leg at a time. "Tell me, is there anything you haven't done?"

He could tell she was half-joking, so he answered lightly, "Orchestra understudy. I thought about it, but since I don't know how to play any instruments, that wouldn't work out."

Misaki laughed, and she pushed her glasses up her nose afterward. "Your work agency must be very interesting, to offer different types of jobs."

"You could put it that way," he grinned. "Were you always a policewoman, or did you try something else before?"

She grinned back. "I know it's boring, but I've always been a policewoman. After high school, I went to police academy, and then graduated as the policewoman you see today."

"Top of your class, too, I bet," Li commented.

She nodded, blushing. "Good guess," she said, focusing more on her exercise now than on him.

"Anyone ever tell you how cute you are, Misaki?" he said, as she was still oblivious as to what her top was revealing.

She looked up, blushing harder, but with a wry expression. "You keep complimenting me like that, I won't ever know when you're serious," she mock-complained.

He looked up at the ceiling, "I sense you're moving backwards." Li pushed himself up and ended up kneeling between her legs. "Guess I'll have to stick around and make sure you've learned your lesson."

She looked mildly alarmed. "Wait, thank you, thank you!" she said quickly, the blush still on her face.

"Nope, too late," he laughed, "let's try that again. Misaki, you're a brilliant, determined, beautiful woman. Anyone would be out of their mind not to date you." While the words were serious, he did his level best to put on his most harmless Li face possible.

Her mouth dropped in astonishment, but she quickly replied, her chin up to return the challenge, "Why, thank you, Shengshun, you're a very perceptive, hardworking, and handsome man. I'm sure someday, some woman would be very lucky to have you."

He was counting on that reaction, actually, because that meant her face was lifted to his. "That's a great way to end the date, isn't it?" he murmured, and now her eyes were definitely wide. He smiled at her, a real smile, and then he bent down and kissed her, simple as that, holding her surprisingly fragile jaw in his hand. He expected her to fight him a little, but she closed her eyes and softly, hesitantly, returned his kiss. Wow, he thought, I should've done this sooner, but then again, she might've shot me if I did.

Then she leaned into him, her mouth still open, so his tongue wandered inside, and damn if she didn't moan. He inhaled sharply, but that noise went straight to his crotch. Before they could go any further into regret territory, Hei pulled back with some disappointment, and before her eyes could flutter open, he zapped her.

She fell forward, and he caught her easily. "Here we go," he grunted, hauling her up and lifting her up over his shoulder. His dark eyes briefly slid over to the small but firm rear end next to his cheek, but he resisted the temptation, carrying her in that fashion to her bedroom. He tucked her into bed, and took off her glasses, putting it on the side dresser table with her alarm clock. Might as well make it look like she came home alone, he thought, and planned to dispose of everything else that showed his presence. But before he did, he leaned over and brushed her bangs out of her face, then kissed her cheek. "Sweet dreams, Misaki," he murmured.

She smiled a little. "Shhhhh," she mumbled, and his eyes widened slightly, but to his relief, she stayed unconscious.

Still, he made sure to clean up and leave quietly, with her none the wiser.