Title: Feel for Myself
Rating: M, I repeat, M
Non Challenge
Characters: K/A
Word Count: 220
A/N: Another one of those "Where the hell did that come from?" drabbles. The idea of a K/A pairing fascinates me though…probably more than it should, being an S/K shipper and all…
He knew that he would later reflect that this was a bad idea. She was his co-worker. She was six years his junior. She was a witch.
But she'd made it clear that she didn't want anything more from him than a night. Just enough to make sure that she could still feel, she had said, hand wrapped around a cup of green tea, to remember what it was like to feel for herself, rather then feeling everyone else's emotional scars.
His reasons for accepting were similar to her reasons for offering. It was probably why they got along.
But all pretenses of getting along were smeared away with her hands; stroking him in a way that suggested she was more skilled at this than her hunting persona let on, and his fingers; making her gasp and keen with their ministrations. They did not utter names, instead gritting their teeth and silently screaming with the blinding, all-consuming pleasure.
He had rested for one minute exactly, lying against her, sweat and other fluids making their bodies meld together. And then he had gotten up, dressed, and left. Nothing more.
The next day, there was no awkwardness. He had come in, she looked up and said, "Good Morning, Amon."
He had looked back without a flinch and replied, "Good Morning, Miss Karasuma."