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Tigereye

He's so… predatory. Just watching me with those cat-like eyes! I'm his partner, yeah, I get it, but that doesn't mean he has to stare.

This is kind of unnerving… He hasn't said a word for the past ten minutes! Who is he and what has he done with my partner?

I think he's watching me drink. Why? All he drinks is milk; what's with this sudden interest in alcohol?

Did he just- yes he did. He's licking his lips. Still watching me. This has to stop.

"Hey, man, what's wrong?" I ask, hoping to divert his attention away from the cup in my hand.

"Nothing," he purrs in reply. Dang, it didn't work. His eyes didn't shift at all. I forgot how focused he can be.

So I try leaving the cup on the counter, without touching it. Still no good- his eyes switch to my hand, and he licks his lips again.

Bah. If he's going to keep doing it, I might as well keep drinking. It isn't good to waste perfectly fine beer. I lift the cup to my lips, taking another sip.

And he moves closer, so our stools are barely inches apart, still watching.

I think I'm sweating. God, he's making me nervous! I don't remember him ever being this close to me, not even on our jobs. I clear my throat gently, leaning away.

Is it just me, or did this room suddenly become a lot hotter?

He leans forward, so close that I can hear his breathing. It's slow and even; nothing at all like mine, which is coming out in ragged gasps.

The cup shakes in my fingers, and I can't seem to gather the brainpower to lift it to my lips. I can't meet his eyes, I'm going insane.

Then his fingers touch my cheek, softly, and everything breaks.

When I look back on this moment, I think I'll be able to safely say that I jumped him. He's pinned back against the counter, my hands are up his shirt, and my tongue is in his mouth.

Oh, and he doesn't seem surprised at all. No, it's like he was waiting for this, because his hands are in my hair and he's not fighting.

It's only when my hat falls to the ground that I realize what I'm doing. I pull away, leaving him on the counter with a satisfied smirk.

"What the-" I gasp; my brain doesn't seem to be working anymore. "What are you doing, Train?"

He grins, wraps long arms around my neck, and whispers, "You." He initiates this kiss, but pulls away before I can respond. That smirk is back. "Or, of course, you could do me, Svenny-baby.

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Train and Sven from Black Cat

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