She ran her eyes along his sleeping body, examining it with interest. First his muscular legs, lying completely still, shoulder width apart. Then his chest, rising and falling with each steady, slow breath. And then finally her eyes rested on his his masked face. She stared at it the longest. What could be beneath those wrappings, she mused.
Suddenly, she stood up and began making her way toward him. She eased herself through the bars of the prison; there was no need to use a key when you had a power like hers. Walking up to his cot, she bent down, reaching one gloved hand towards his head.
As if expecting it, the hand of the man lying in front of her grabbed her hand before it touched his face.
"You don't want to do that," he said dangerously. Though she couldn't see his eyes, she knew he was glaring at her. She smiled sweetly at him.
"Oh, but I do," she said, her innocent grin becoming a sultry smirk. Then, before he could stop her, she bent down further and kissed his bandaged head. Stunned, he made no move to stop her. Her lips rested on his forehead for only a brief second, but he felt as if hours passed. By the time he'd gotten over his shock, she was gone.
Finir.
Madame Rouge and Negative Man.
Disclaimer in first chapter. Hope you like. Comments are loved. Though flaming is discouraged; I'm too wimpy to take it. Harsh critisism is about all I can take. ;;