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Connected
It was a stupid line.
He'd known that from the start. Yet the dark flush across the young woman's face kept him from regretting it.
Dabi braced his palms on the counter behind her.
"What happens next is up to you."
Where things went from here would have to be her decision. They weren't in the kind of relationship that could be brought out into the open.
He was a villain.
She was a hero in training.
Granted it seemed as if the heroes were keeping a watchful eye on her. He'd spotted her teacher lurking around the shrine a few days ago when she was at school. It seemed as if the man were trying to gain some sort of intel about who was coming and going from the property.
When he'd brought it up with Kagome, she'd mentioned that she'd told him that she was no longer living alone. So that was likely Aizawa's way of keeping an eye out.
For good and for bad.
Dabi dipped his mouth towards hers, "You feel it too."
It was an observation he'd noticed about her.
Kagome's face was like an open book. Anytime she looked at him she'd flush and turn away—as if pretending that she hadn't just eyed him head to toe.
It was a good confidence boost when he needed one. Still, he'd rather encourage her to be more bold. Particularly where their 'relationship' was concerned.
"Dabi..." She turned within his grasp. "What are...?"
His lips curved into a smirk, "This isn't obvious enough?" He lowered his mouth towards hers, "Here I thought I was being direct."
He slanted his lips over hers. It was their second but she was just as surprised as the first time he'd gotten her.
Dabi felt her arms wrap around his neck. Her body went lax within his grip as he pushed her back into the counter.
More than anything, he wanted to strip them of their clothing and push this boundary further than ever before. He wanted to see her breathless and at her most vulnerable.
She gave a faint moan as his hand slid beneath the fabric of her shirt.
This was merely a warning—a sharp reminder of what he truly wanted wanted from her.
It wasn't just sex either.
Had that been the only thing then he would've left and found a source of relief.
There was something more to the bond they currently had with each other. Taking her into his bed would only be the physical representation of what she'd been doing to him since the moment she'd saved his life.
She'd enveloped him completely in her warmth, kindness and acceptance. Now he wanted to give her something in return.
Dabi pushed his tongue past the seam of her lips. He felt her fingers grip at his jack—as if contemplating the notion of pulling it off of him. His mouth curved into a smirk at the thought.
"Do what you want."
His words were met by the sharp flushing of her cheeks. Then, tentatively, her palms began to push at the fabric that separated his body from her touch.
He slid his own hands up the hourglass of her figure, taking her shirt up with it.
Tonight the only thing she would know was pleasure.