Title: Stolen
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: DC/MK
Theme/Day: July 18•the profession of my fingers floating over you
Rating: M
Warning: Take one look at that theme… where else would I be going with it? Yeah PWP warning
Disclaimer: Gosho draws us out a kiss once ever 700 chapters, some how I don't think he'll ever be one for the smut…
Never in her life had she been scared of Kaito. There had been many times she had been angry or upset or scared for him, but regardless of what had happened, no matter how cataclysmic, she had never been scared of him.
He was Kaito after all, and like KID there was one main rule that she knew lay at the center of them both—do not harm. It might not hold true for her emotions, but she also was aware that around Kaito… around her Kaito she would never be hurt.
But she was beginning to wonder if she'd pushed it.
The words had just poured out. They weren't things he hadn't heard before, the first time she'd seen him in white the accusations wouldn't end—but then it had all been true as well so perhaps there was a bit of a difference.
She yelled that he wouldn't leave her alone. That he was heartless, that he didn't care about anything but that bloody gem of his and his persistent need for revenge. She yelled that he must enjoy the thrill out of tricking her, enjoy watching her cry over him like another one of his twittering fan girls. That perhaps there was a kink for him—crying women.
She threatened to turn him in. Threatened to arrest him herself if he didn't explain everything. Asked him again and again why did he even bother with her if it wasn't just for the fact that she was so saturated into the police force that she made a great prize for him.
And suddenly he had her slammed against the wall, and there was no sign of the gem, no sign of anything except burning, burning blue eyes that were angry and fuming and looking right at her. And she found herself still trying to curse at him, still calling him Bastard!
And then he had his mouth on hers, with her arms pinned on either side of her… his body nearly flush with hers as his lips took hers forcefully… not quite painfully but not gently either. Her eyes flew open and she pulled away, but instead she saw those intense eyes looking at her with pain and regret and… and what else? But whatever it wasn't' she didn't know.
"Kai-" she said… for the first time in her life her heart pounding its way of her chest… partially from longing and partially from fear. She knew instinctively he'd never hurt her… knew that it was still Kaito… but knew that somehow she'd pushed him past his limit. Pushed him past whatever wall he'd kept up between the two of them.
He recaptured her lips letting them open this time and moving on to a hot if slightly gentler kiss. One hand let her wrist drop, but she gasped as it slipped to move along her leg… up past her knee, along her thigh higher and higher and… she moaned into his mouth but he didn't let her drop… didn't stop. Her free arm clutched to his neck as he shoved her harder against the wall to hold them both up.
"Kai-" she murmured against as he finally… finally let go of her swollen mouth… Her eyes were shut as his fingers drew patterns slowly… oh so slowly along her thigh… up and up and… Oh God she thought she was going to die right there in his arms…
And suddenly his lips were on her again, this time not her lips but moving… down… down her neck… and he had his hands gone and her jacket had disappeared a long time ago and now he was working on her shirt… the buttons opening quickly one after the other as his lips sunk lower and lower… and oh God if someone walked in on them they were so screwed up but suddenly she didn't care… didn't care at all.
It dropped to the ground, fell as she felt his tongue slide over her breasts… a hand cup her and brining it out of her bra… messaging it, twisting, causing her knees to nearly buckle as he nipped it with his teeth and there… there his damn smirk was back. Damn grin that she couldn't escape.
And suddenly they were back in her bra… and he drew lower and lower… and she felt her skirt bunched hire up, and suddenly his fingers were sliding along her thigh, and his lips were back against her neck… and he was nipping it almost painfully… even as she slid her leg up along him and his fingers encroach higher and he slipped a finger around the elastic and… and….
She hissed and knew she almost yelled his name because suddenly he had one finger over her lips and he was whispering in her ear, "Quietly—" and she realized that he was panting too and that his breathing was just as irregular and she found herself being brave enough to slip a hand down and hear him let out a moan as shaking fingers went to his waist band.
"Not.. we shouldn't here—" the bastard managed as he caught her hand to hold over her. Good time to be saying that… she thought wildly as he leaned in further… although there was little other time as the hand still caught under her skirt moved, and she was suddenly holding onto him solely and prayed that they didn't lose their balance or they were completely gone… and when did he learn this because she couldn't see anything except Kaito… Kaito… and…
And she buried her face into the crook of his neck and felt tears slipping out of her eyes as he withdrew his hand and she was aware he was cleaning it off on some scarf before he let it slide back around her waist… and he stroked her hair with his other one… still holding her up almost like a small child this time… his fingers floating over her...
His fingers that had stolen priceless gems worth more than a king's ransom…worth more than many countries… fingers that had stolen her just as easily as any stone.
Stolen her so utterly and completely.
And suddenly she was afraid… so afraid… because she realized she wanted him more than anything. More than she ever wanted to capture KID, more than she'd wanted him to just tell her… flat out if he cared about her or not. Wanted him so badly that at that moment she thoroughly believed that she'd drop everything to go with him wherever he wanted.
He was a thief, and she was just another prize for the taking—but right then… as he slipped his arms around her and carried her away—to a soft bed… and to a gentler night…
She didn't care.
Author's Note: It's a bit ironic… I had ANOTHER one started for this that… was based more around a sweeter happier smexy scene… and I knew it'd be smut because I read the poem this prompt came from—and well the poem is fascinating… go look up the "The Cinnamon Peeler." I will give you this much… the line sounds exactly like what it means XD But yesh I had a happy version written up and at some point I just went "Oh" because I realized that it really would make much more sense if he kind of "stole her" anyway I've been kind of craving to write a darker slightly angstier smex scene for months now…
Anyway there was definitely no getting around the raising the rating for this to M with this chapter. Ah well.
I'm almost caught up… -.- I would've had this out in time but I fell asleep when the first writing didn't go so well…