Misao stared at the man sitting at the bar. 'How did I end up in his arms?' she thought, confused as his eyes locked her gaze and she could feel the breath rush out of her as she couldn't think of a single thing to say. 'Breathe, Misao, breathe,' she thought as she tried in vain to gather her thoughts and muster the courage to say something as the stranger stared at her, not speaking or letting go of her.
Aoshi didn't realize he still had his arm looped around her narrow waist, his attention captured by the beautiful girl now staring at him. He was entranced by her, as he caught her gaze and then trailed his eyes languidly down, eyeing her petite body before he even realized it. As his eyes drifted slowly back up to her face they paused, stopping at the tight black choker wrapped around her pale, pale neck...
He licked his lips unconsciously and almost in anticipation and then reluctantly dragged his eyes back to her face, where a slight blush had appeared across the bridge of her nose. What was she nervous about?
Aoshi had pulled her a little closer in his "inspection" not realizing it and still had his arm around her, completely ignorant to the club around him.
Misao couldn't believe it. This man, this complete stranger, this epitome of chiseled perfection, was checking her out. Misao was still struggling for words as she stood there, watching his eyes trail down her body and back up like she was cute or something. His eyes, an icy blue framed by jagged black bangs, darkened as he looked her over, sending shivers down Misao's spine at their coldness.
Finally, when Misao regained her senses, she stepped away breaking contact. He looked surprised... Misao almost smirked in her mini victory, but decided against it and gave him a steamy smile, trying to recover from her previous actions and raked her white teeth over her blood red lips, giving him a catty smile as she turned away and calling the bartender over.
Aoshi watched her order a drink and continued to stare as the bartender set a glass in front of her.
"Hi," he said in a low tone, which carried strangely in the crowded club full of loud music and the chatter of people.
"Hey," Misao said, throwing a fleeting glance at him as she slightly bobbed her head to the music, pretending as if she wasn't interested in Aoshi, despite the fact that she was very intrigued.
The corners of Aoshi's mouth quirked up when he realized what she was doing. Well, if she wanted to play that way...
# Sephiress – your turn #
Authors Notes: Ouch. That was a little difficult to write... Despite its shortness and all. Haha, I hope everyone liked it...