38. Corrupted Flower
He can't take his eyes off her.
Underneath the glowing, revolving lights, she is the pure sight of a goddess. A blooming, beautiful flower, ripe for the taking. Clad in a flowing, elegant pink dress seemingly made of petals, and her shining blonde hair curling around her shoulders softly, she is mesmerizing. A sight he'd never expected, and now couldn't help but take in all its glory.
Her dance is fluid, taking her time to spin and achieve total attention from all who stand in her presence. Each step she takes seems purposeful, delicate yet seductive. Her flirtatious smile made all the men around her swoon like lovesick puppies, clamoring to kiss her feet and touch her peach skin. She's enchanting, and he is awestruck.
But she doesn't pay them mind when she sees him. Something brings her to him, and Len doesn't know how to feel when she stands before him in all her glory. The scent of her perfume- something citrus mixed with something intoxicating and spice-like- envelopes him like a sweet cloud.
She wraps her slender arms around his neck, ignoring his visible officer uniform and sudden stiffening. She leans in close, his target fallen into the hands of the predator and yet the roles feeling reversed when she so sexily presses herself against him.
"What," Len finds himself whispering in question, "are you doing?"
Her perfect lips upturn into another luscious smile, and she moves even nearer, her soft mouth just barely grazing his earlobe and causing him to shiver.
"I'm doing my duty, sweetheart," Rin breathes in a silky voice, her fingers tracing the edge of his collar. "Just like you're doing yours… isn't that right?"
Something in her tone makes him realize she can see through his real reason for being here- but despite that, he feels no desire to tear away from those light blue eyes. Her entire being calls to him, and he can't stop his own desire from rising in his chest. She's so willingly offering herself… But his pride keeps him from giving in completely.
Still, how could he turn away such a lovely flower just waiting to be plucked at his grasp. This woman, mysterious and fleeting like a midnight dream, intrigues him. He knows little about her, as she is naught but a ghost in the night, treated like all men's treasured daydream.
His duty is to capture her, but in some way she has captured him in turn.
So he leans into her as well and pulls her in close, watching her eyes widen a little at his acceptance.
"You're right," he murmurs to her. "I'm here to commit thievery tonight. I'm going to steal you away from here… is that alright?"
Something flickers across her features, momentarily breaking her composure, but easily she is back to her seductive demeanor. Her lips brush against his, feather-light.
"...Take me away," she whispers. "Take me wherever you want to."
And there, began the tale of the two flower thieves.