Author's Note: Day 6 of GinSherry week and the prompt choices were dancing, heartache, kimono, kiss. I actually had a very different idea for this story when I first started. I was going to do the dancing prompt, but once I had the location setup, the dancing just... wasn't happening and instead wanted to shift to intimate kissing, so I just let it. I'm not gonna fight a story on what it wants to be.

Monday: pining, proposal/wedding, sharing clothes, AU
Tuesday: green, date, sleeping, APTX
Wednesday: jealousy, selfie, rain, hug
Thursday: family, beach, first meeting, confession
Friday: intimate, dream/nightmare, reunion, call/text
Saturday: dancing, heartache, kimono, kiss
Sunday: festival, hurt/comfort, banter, sick day, cosplay, cooking

Prompt Chosen: Kiss
Summary: Gin and Sherry undercover as a bartender and a server at a party for an assignment.


Prompt: Kiss

At the top of a skyscraper was a large circular room with full floor-to-ceiling windows three-fourths of the way around the exterior. It was brightly lit with small crystal chandeliers tastefully spaced apart on the ceiling and black velvet drapes hung on the walls gave the room an elegant appearance. Men and women were dressed in their best formal attire for the company Christmas party, all of them dancing, chatting, flirting, resting, eating, or drinking while a light snow fell outside. A long buffet table was laden with food manned by servers in black waistcoats and pants or skirts along one wall that the patrons could indulge themselves at on while other servers carried trays with glasses or hors d'oeuvres.

A short distance away from the buffet table was a small bar with stools serving alcoholic drinks. The bartenders were both as impeccably dressed as the rest of the waitstaff, but the reason the bar was drawing a lot of interest wasn't only because they were good at their job. One of them was quite a looker; tall with long blonde hair so light it looked silver, though he seemed young. It was pulled back into a braid, but the tail end still reached his waist and more than one woman asked him how long his hair was when it was undone, part curiosity and part envy.

Yes, Gin knew he was attractive and was playing up his mysterious charming aura well in his role as bartender, though it irritated Sherry a little to see so many people flirting with him. They had infiltrated this party to find a person that Gin needed information from, and he'd invited her along to help him as long as she didn't mind being a server and walking the floor secretly snooping in on private conversations. Logically, she knew she had no reason to be jealous of Gin paying them so much attention. He was acting in order to get them comfortable enough with him to loosen their lips and spill secret information he could use for the Organization or to find their target. Those women would run in terror if they knew his true self, but it still wasn't easy for her to watch. She supposed the only upside – if she could call it that – was that she was getting her own fair share of unwanted attention from much older men and Gin couldn't even give them death glares from across the room without blowing his cover.

So, Sherry navigated the room putting on a sweet, demure façade, avoided wandering hands attempting to grab her ass, and listened in where she could while the party goers took wine glasses from her tray. She also had the job of collecting dirty dishes to take down to the kitchen on the floor below, and it was while she was doing so that she spotted Gin's target. He'd told her to be on the lookout for a man wearing a thick silver ring with a pink diamond on his right pinky finger, and there it was.

She quickly darted up to look at the man's face to memorize his features and subtly noted the other people he was surrounded by. The discussion taking place with the other men did not seem important, but she tried to remember all the words in case they were speaking in code and Gin was able to make something of it. Once she gathered all the empty glasses and plates on her tray, she turned to hurry back to Gin when a hand smacked her on the ass.

Sherry was so furious, she nearly forgot herself and rounded on the lecher seconds away from cracking the tray over his head when she saw it was the target giving her a disgusting smirk while he lightly smacked his own hand.

"So sorry, miss. My hand has a mind of its own sometimes and wanders without my knowledge, you understand?" he said.

Sherry had no choice but to put on her fakest polite smile and say through gritted teeth, "Of course, sir."

She left quickly before she blew up and ruined the whole operation. She didn't have any other incidents on the way back to the bar, thank god, but she was definitely fuming and slammed the tray a little harder than necessary.

"Excuse me, sir, but there's a gentleman who asked if we had any Oloroso in storage," Sherry told Gin, the passphrase he'd told her to use if she found their target before he did. She wasn't sure what an Oloroso was, but gathered it was some kind of alcoholic drink.

"Hmm, I'm not sure," Gin said and turned to his fellow bartender. "Do you mind holding down the fort here while I check."

"Sure, but I doubt you'll find any. It's rare for people to specifically ask for sherry wines," the other man said.

Sherry found herself blushing a little. She hadn't realized Oloroso was a type of sherry, but she couldn't comment on it at the moment. The wine storage was also downstairs where the kitchen was, so Sherry had an extra perfect excuse to go with him so she could drop off the dirty dishes. He waited for her to drop them off and then she followed him to the wine storage. He opened it with the keys and as soon as she entered, he slammed the door and pushed her against the wall. His lips claimed hers in a fierce kiss, and his hands slid down her back squeezing both cheeks. She moaned into his mouth and grabbed his waist, pulling him flush against her and enjoying the sudden pressure and warmth from his body.

Gin briefly broke the kiss and growled, "No one… No one is allowed to touch you like that but me."

So he had seen the target grope her, and she felt a thrill at hearing him so jealous, especially when Gin started undoing the buttons on her shirt collar. She wanted to join with him right here and now and release all her pent-up jealousy and frustration, but his words had reminded her that they were on an assignment, and she had important information to share with him about it.

"Gin… Gin, later, we'll get caught-" she panted.

"Good, let them see you're unavailable," Gin said and dove for her exposed neck with tongue, teeth, and sufficient skill to make her go limp with pleasure.

"Gin, we're working… The target… I found him."

Gin stopped assaulting her neck and reluctantly straightened. "You did?" he said, looking not the least bit interested in the news. His lips were also smeared red from her lipstick. That wouldn't do.

She huffed and pulled out a handkerchief to clean it off before they returned upstairs. "Yes, I did, and for your information, he was the guy that grabbed my ass."

Gin's eyes bugged out for a moment and then a predatory grin spread across his lips. "Was he really, now? Interesting… Very interesting…"

She had a sneaking suspicion that Gin knew a lot more about that man than she'd been told and had a feeling he wouldn't survive the night if Gin had his way with him and didn't have any orders to leave the target unharmed after they got the information they were after. Gin rebuttoned her shirt collar while she wiped the lipstick off him, and both double checked the other to make sure they were presentable to the public before they left the wine room to confirm that there was no Oloroso wine to be found.