Warning: This chapter has mature sexual themes. Nothing explicit, but you have been warned. Read at your own discretion.
Also, if you weren't aware, I've finally started my multichapter YzakxShiho story titled Sanctum of a Bloom. Check it out and review, please.
The dim glow of hotel restaurant set Yzak on edge. He waded through the sea of lavishly-decorated tables and settled himself at the bar, casting a wary glance at the only other occupant. The hazy atmosphere did nothing to hide her wavy, brunette locks or the long legs that extended from her ruffled, blood red cocktail dress. Yzak found his gaze slowly trailing over her figure before the bartender asked for his order.
"Scotch," he said mechanically.
She turned her head to him then, disinterested eyes seizing him up in one glance. She pursed her red lipsticked mouth and reached for her drink, several bangles clinking on her wrist. Irked at her indifference, Yzak grabbed his drink and sat down next to her.
She nonchalantly took a sip of her drink, not bothering to look at him. "And what brings the amazing Yzak Joule to the slums of Aprilius Two?"
If he was unnerved about being recognized, he didn't show it. "I'm told you have information I need," he began.
"Depends on what kind of information," she purred, flicking back a wavy strand of hair.
Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a photograph of a girl. Dressed in a red ZAFT uniform, she was looking away from the camera, striking violet eyes narrowed at some worry. Yzak dropped the photo before the woman beside him, carefully watching her reaction.
"I need to find her."
The woman raised a brow. She picked up the photo, her ringed finger sparkling in the low light. "Your girlfriend?"
"No," Yzak growled. "Just a comrade."
She laughed at his denial. "Then why go to such lengths to find her?"
"Let's just say she's been particularly hard to find."
The woman smirked, reaching for her drink. "Who says I have information on her?" She took a sip, eyeing Yzak over her glass.
"You practically run the underground, woman. I know you know where she is."
Leaning back in her seat, she took another glance at the silver-haired man before her. "My help comes at a price."
Yzak downed his glass and slammed it on the counter. "I'm well aware."
"Well then," she said, leaning forward and whispering in his ear, "how much are you willing to pay?" Her hand found its way to his chest, and she began drawing circles across his body, appreciating his toned torso.
He grabbed her hand to stop her, then brought it up to his lips for a kiss. "Anything," he replied, eyes dangerously boring into her own.
Seeming satisfied, the woman backed away and picked up the discarded photo. Running a furtive, detached glance over the girl in the picture, she slipped the photo into the top of her dress. She picked up her clutch off the counter and gave Yzak a decisive look before walking out of the restaurant.
Yzak's gaze had followed her hands as she pocketed the photo in her dress, appreciating the gentle swell of her breasts peeking over the sweetheart neckline. Now, as she sauntered away from him, he focused on the sway of her hips in that crimson dress, enjoying the sight of her long legs enhanced by matching red pumps.
Throwing some bills on the counter, he followed after her.
She had hardly opened the door to her room before Yzak pushed her in and slammed the door closed. He grabbed her and pressed her against the wall, one hand sliding up her thigh, pulling her dress over her hips.
"Anxious, are we?" she remarked.
"Oh, shut up," he replied, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss. She moaned as he pressed his hips to hers, a fire beginning to grow in her stomach. She reached into his hair as he deepened the kiss, battling her tongue for dominance.
He pushed away from the wall and pulled her toward him, slipping his hand down her back to undo her dress. It fluttered to the ground, and Yzak ran his eyes over her half-naked body before pushing her down onto the bed. He leaned over, about to ravage her senseless when she laughed and pulled his tie, bringing his face closer to hers.
"So what about your girlfriend?" she asked before giving him a kiss.
"She's not my girlfriend," he rumbled.
Something flashed across her face, but it was gone before he could put a name to it. "What is she then?"
He grimaced. "Someone very special to me."
Smirking, she ran her hands over his chest, reaching to loosen his tie. "You should tell her that when you find her."
He merely grunted as he threw off his jacket and shirt. "Don't tell me what to do."
She laughed.
He woke to her fumbling around the nightstand for her phone the next morning.
"Stop moving, woman," he grumbled.
"If you'd get off me, all our problems would be solved," she retorted, pushing away a strand of wavy, brown hair from her face.
He lifted his head off her chest, and she sat up, reading the time on her phone.
"It's almost eight," she said, returning to her position on the bed. "I'll have to leave soon."
Yzak growled, reaching an arm over her stomach to pull her closer. He lifted himself to plant a kiss on her neck, nuzzling her. She wove a hand through his hair, commenting, "You're being affectionate today."
"It took me two months to find you. Let me enjoy the moment." He placed on searing kiss on her collarbone before meeting her violet eyes. "Although I must say, if there's anything good about you taking this assignment, it's seeing you in that dress. Red was always your color."
She tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "Anything you want to say to me?"
He narrowed his eyes. "I thought I told you not to tell me what to do."
"Is it really that hard?"
"Fine. A…friend told me to tell you how special you are to me."
She smirked. "Wise woman."
"Stop being cocky," he pronounced, reaching a hand between her legs, eliciting a gasp from her.
"No," she said weakly, eyes glazing over, attempting to push his hand away. "I don't have time. I have to meet an informant."
Sighing, Yzak retracted his hand. "How much longer is your assignment?"
"Probably another four months."
He sighed again. "You've already been undercover for a year."
"We're so close, Yzak. Just be patient." She pushed him off herself with great difficulty, partly because he wasn't helping, partly because she wanted to linger in his embrace. She stood up, and he watched her pick up her clothes from the floor. Trailing his gaze over her legs as she pulled on her panties, he asked tentatively, "Can I find you again?"
She turned to him as she zipped her red dress, brows furrowed. "Probably not. We shouldn't have even met this time, but I guess I couldn't help myself." She gave him a small smile as she returned to the side of the bed. Leaning down, she gave him one last lingering kiss before heading to the door.
"Goodbye, Yzak," she said softly as the door closed.
"Goodbye, Shiho," he answered to the empty room.
He bunched the sheets in his fist, angry at their situation. Turning on his stomach, he dug his face into the sheets, attempting to savor her fading scent.
Four more months.
Author Note: This oneshot is not associated with Sanctum of a Bloom, even though Shiho (and Yzak) are undercover in that story as well. Just a coincidence when I was writing.