by: darkestbeforedawn
summary: the dog and the onigiri. and why sometimes the villains must win.. [shigure x tohru] [one-shot] [drabble]
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For that one second, he had won.
He had won-- not Yuki, not Kyo, but he, Shigure, had won.
It was so relatively easy. She had leaned in, barely enough to be called leaning actually, maybe adjusted to one side, and he placed his soft hands to her equally soft cheeks, his thumb pressed slightly to her pink lips.
Those tempting lips. And with a swift gesture, he pinned her to the wall, his own lips pressing hungrily against her own. He knew he had caught her off guard, as she didn't respond at all, but let his tongue slip past her own, nipping and touching and oh-so needing.
And when they slid to the floor, both panting and out of breathe, he knew he had won.
And when she turned around, spewing apologies and misunderstandings, the flush on her face so noticeable...
Shigure had won.
Sometimes, villains had to win.
For the sake of their happiness, and...
... the hero's.
He had to win.
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R&R, please!