Venomously Attractive
C H A P T E R T W E N T Y E I G H T
Hallucinations 3
Fusae returned two hours before Ichimaru returned from his mission to deliver a small packet of crushed powder. Ren made preparations to capture the man's allure somehow, to make sure he wouldn't suspect a thing about her revenge. By the time he arrived she was sitting on top of his desk with bottles of sake sitting behind her, all of them tainted with the drug. He held the door open as he took in the sight of her feverish, wanting form, licking his lips when she slowly crossed one leg over the other. The front of her shihakusho loosened just enough to let his eyes take a peek at her breasts. Her lips curved into an alluring smile, eyes depicting the hunger that the drug compelled her to, and her fingers coiled against the edge of the desk.
"Welcome back, Gin."
He moved towards her, planting both hands at her sides, fingers brushing over hers. He leaned forward, breath tickling her lips, the smell of sweat filling her nostrils, and the desire that urged her to take advantage of the moment.
She did, lifting her head, lips meeting his. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He held her down with his hands on the curve of her hips, deepening the kiss. She shifted for comfort, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer to her in haste. His hands slipped into her shihakusho, the feel of his hands made her tense, forced a purr from her lips as she nuzzled his neck. His hands found her breasts, fingers pinching her erect nipples and his lips leaving kisses trailing towards them. He seemed happy to comply with her wishes; the drug's intention was to force her back into his arms. She couldn't be sure. She expected worse, but she wasn't sure if the effects of this drug were enough. She hallucinated plenty of shenanigans to last her the rest of the year. She had seen people in situations she wished she would have never seen. But she couldn't undo what Ichimaru initiated.
She wasn't sure she would.
He pushed her further back leaving blazing kisses on her tepid skin, pushing her uniform from her shoulders. Tongue feeling the smoothness of her skin. She moaned, throwing back her head.
"Ren-chan," he whispered, through soft kisses.
"Hmm?" She heard him push aside a few things before pushing her body down over it. The cold wood eased her temperature and kept it from boiling over as she writhed beneath his touch. Gin kissed her neck, face, wringed his fingers in her loose hair and stared her down. "Yer dad was famous for his essays, wasn't he?"
She groaned in disapproval. "I am not talking about my father during sex."
He dropped his hands at her side. "I'm curious."
She covered her body with a grunt and pushed him from her as she took a seat. "Yes, he was a writer, and his essays weren't really top notch. He made all sorts of crazy theories, nothing necessarily believable." She had her hands holding onto his haori tightly. "Why are you suddenly so interested in my father's work?"
"I'm surprised yer even talkin' ta me 'bout it," he whispered.
Ren frowned, feeling stupid for being honest. She never talked about her family and now that she was spouting nonsense to a bastard only wanted information out of her. Except, in the pit of her stomach, it wasn't just nonsense for her—she felt something deep inside. It needed nurturing, but the impression of a feeling sat at the pit of her belly. "Fine, I won't say more."
"I heard yer dad kept a few of them to himself."
"Those…they were burned the day of my clan's murder."
His smirk widened. "You hesitated."
"They were his best work," she admitted softly, losing all desires to continue the act. "It was the only time he let me read his essays first." She dropped her gaze, remembering the feel of her paper between her fingers, the letters that filled each page and paved an image of the wonders he discussed in those final essays. When she asked about what he would do with it, he merely smiled, and said he would keep it for himself. She leaned her head on Gin's chest.
"What kinda essays were they?" he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder and holding her close.
She remembered her family not too long ago. Simply remembering their faces, hating the way she treated everyone. The regret was too much for her to bear after so many years of having felt it. She didn't need it. She didn't need her pride or arrogance, not where she stood a numbing idiot without enough feelings to comprehend that she was alone in that world. She had no one to trust.
"I don't remember," she said, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I only had them in my hands once, only read them once…I don't. I just don't remember it."
Gin held her much closer than he ever had before, crushing her against his hold, almost as if he could sense that it was exactly what she needed at the moment. To be held by someone strong, so strongly she would forget to breathe. And for a split second, she felt her heart flutter and fingers coil over his clothes.
She had never been so vulnerable underneath his careful gaze.
"Why are you suddenly so interested in them?" she asked, finally pulling away from his grasp and stumbling off his desk.
"I was only curious," he remarked, smiling ear to ear.
He was lying.
She could tell as he rounded his desk. "Should we have a drink?"
"Sure." She smirked, reaching for a deck of cards from besides her. "Let's play a few rounds."
He poured the drinks, placing one in front of her and keeping one in hand. He took a seat behind his desk, pushing back the chair making it screech loudly. He patted his lap. "Come, Ren-chan."
She smiled widely, taking a small sip of her sake. It didn't taste any differently, even with the drug. She slipped onto his lap, draping one arm over his shoulder and leaning close. She watched him take his first drink and turned to shuffling the deck of cards. She wondered how the two would be able to play cards with her on his lap. She could easily cheat, but when his hand slipped underneath her clothes, she understood.
His lips met the curve of her neck, fingers lithely brushing against her naked skin. The cards fell from her hands as he rubbed her sides and kissed her collarbone and chest. Ren lifted his face with her hands and kissed him hard, tongue sliding into his mouth to meet his. She tasted the liquor in his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, and then looked at him.
"I should go. I haven't slept all day."
All it takes is a sip.
Ren got off his lap, taking one of the bottles with her on her way to the door when she heard him speak, leaning back against his chair. "Ya know the drug's gender specific, right?"
Gin was no idiot.
She turned to him, smiling ear to ear as she slipped out of his office. "Oh, I know."
And she wasn't one either.
