Note: I don't own anything except my own thoughts. I hope you guys enjoy! I actually really had fun writing this. Rated T for sexual themes and a bit of a bloody mess(after battle wounds).
She resets her nose with a sickening crunch, sucks the blood from between her teeth with a bubbling whistle, spitting on the skin of her knees left behind on the asphalt. She turns to him, blood staining her mouth like glassy lipstick, the kind that costs more per tube than his entire outfit, and grins, one of her pigtails lopped off, the other hanging proudly.
Her coat is torn to tatters, clinging desperately to her strong shoulders, and god, she wears it so fucking well.
Her blood drips down from her lips, looking a little dark, and her tongue flicks out instinctively to catch it. He tries not to notice the motion. Of course he ends up fixating on it instead. His stomach lurches when he realizes his pants feel a little too tight.
He hates when she's in pain, but he loves her pride.
Her pure white gloves are sullied, ruined, filthy and imperfect. She peels each one off, finger by finger, so delicate and calculating in her motions, another thing to catalog in his ever growing list of things she does that make him insane in the best of ways.
Her fingernails are gnawed down as far as they can go. He remembers once a NOT student -some kid who could only figure out how to sprout a blade from his idiotic head- had made some snide remark about them, remembers the way the colour had drained from his face when she smiled sweetly and said that keeping them short made it easier to clean the blood of her enemies off her hands. He had choked on his laughter, told her he could practically see the dude shitting out his soul.
She just grinned and laced those strong fingers with his.
He's brought back to the present when she flings one of those gnarled up gloves at his face, giggling when he growls and flings it right back at her. It hits her nose gently, but he still sees her brows twitch in discomfort, and he quietly apologizes.
She just shrugs and tells him she's fine, it's fine, it's always fine. Then he's right in her face, her breath ghosting across his lips, and he can practically hear her pulse. He uses a sleeve to dab at the corner of her mouth, hands gentle. His heart leaps to his throat when she twists her bare hands into his shirt, knuckles just grazing the scar tissue hiding beneath the cloth.
His eyes slip shut, a moment of weakness, a moment of idiocy, letting his guard down, letting himself enjoy her touch. Her hands unfurl from his shirt, but only to slip underneath, fingers curling around his hips possessively.
When his eyes open, she's staring, breaths shaky and eyes dark. The bruising is just starting to blossom across her nose and cheekbones, but she pays it no mind. He feels her blunt nails dig into his skin, and she breathes,
"Can you help me?"
He doesn't know with what, but yes, god yes, always yes.
He replies as coolly as possible,
"With what?"
And she grins, hands sneaking downward in a way that steals his breath, only to reach up and tug at her remaining pigtail.
"Even me out?"
He scoffs,
"Usually have to pay for haircuts, don't you?"
Her smile turns mischievous, unspoken promises filling up her mouth and slipping out to where he can see. Her voice is sultry.
"I'd pay you Snips, but I don't have any money."
He loops her pigtail around a finger, tugging slightly, watching intently as she sucks a lip between her blunt teeth, her pupils blown wide, hungry and menacing and oh so powerful.
"How about you just take me to dinner?"
Her eyes flash with the glistening reflection of his transformation, her hair floating down from his blade and tickling as it goes. It sends a shiver through his steel and down his spine. She lifts a finger to run down his jaw,
"Think McDonalds will serve us if we fly up to the drive through?"
He huffs out a little laugh, knocking foreheads with her, the static electricity making their bangs stick together. He's careful of her nose, kisses it softly before he suggests sweetly against her lips,
"How about you take me home and we'll make some pizza instead."
She kisses him with bruised lips, touch featherlight and full of love.
"It's a date, stud."