Warnings for this Chapter: Why do I have this again? Oh, right. Some mature-ish stuff. I guess.
A/N: I am soooo sorry! It's been over a month, you much all hate me! Ok, but here's a chapter! I know, it's a bit confusing, but it'll all be revealed in the next chapter! One little side note though, whatever you're expecting in the next chapter, the answer is no. Heh, this is going to be fun. I just wrote this on a whim.
"I told you it was a bad idea."
"I didn't ask if you thought it was a bad idea!"
"It was still a bad idea."
"This is all you're fault you know! I told you to stay at home, and what do you do? You come after me!"
"Well here you tell me you're going to go after some fuckin crime lord gang leader, and you really think I'm going to let you have at the son of a bitch by yourself?"
"Well…yes. I told you to stay home! It's too dangerous here!"
"So it's too dangerous for me, but not you?"
"That's right!" He snorted. "You didn't have to cuss him out you know. We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't come along, and fucking cussed him out! You cussed out a gang leader. You're unbelievable."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment."
"It wasn't supposed to be a compliment. I'm chained to a wall, and you're taking things as compliments. You are unbelievable."
"Thank you." She said cockily.
"Aren't you in the least bit worried as to what they're going to do to you? You're chained to a wall too you know. But that doesn't seem to faze you in the least."
She shrugged as much as she could with her hands pinned above her head.
"Ayame, do you have a bobby pin?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?" He glared at her. "What do I look like, your grandmother?"
He glared at her again. "Well, do you have a better idea as to how I can pick the lock on my wrist before those thugs come back to beat me into a bloody pulp?"
Ayame got a thoughtful look on her face. "I think I have a paperclip in my front pocket." She said, and she shifted her weight outwards so she could get a better look at her hips from the current position. "But I can't get it out with my hands chained above my head. I didn't know people use the dungeon slash torture method anymore. I thought that was too medieval for this day and age."
"It will never be too medieval. It's classic. Ok, I can lift my knee, can you hook you're leg around it?"
She scooted closer to Kouga, being thankful that the chains hooked on her ankles were long enough for her to get close to him. She tried to gain enough leverage to hook her leg around him, but found it to be difficult. "Can't you get any closer?" He pulled a bit more on his chains, straining to touch her. She lifted her leg, and clasped her knee to the inside of his.
"Ok, good. Now I'm going to lift up both our legs, got it?"
She shook her head. "Not really."
"I'm just going to pull my knee up to my chest, ok? Keep you leg around mine, it should work." He pulled his leg up, as if he was going to tuck it under his chin, and his head came to her thigh.
"Aren't we being guarded?" She asked nervously, suddenly aware of how close his mouth was to her groin.
"Not that I know of, no." He said vaguely. "Ok, I've got to get to your pocket; you want to help me out here?"
She pushed her leg against him so he could reach her pocket with his teeth.
He hesitated a second. "I'm going to have to rip your pants."
"What?" She squeaked, trying to look down at him, which was increasingly difficult with their current position. "B-But…"
"Come on Ayame, I just need to get the paperclip, then we'll be home free. I want to get you out of here. It's alright, I won't hurt you." She hesitated a moment, then nodded. He felt his fang catch on her pocket, and he let his head trail lower, and he heard the fabric of her jeans tear. Ok, now the difficult part. "Don't move." He commanded softly. The paperclip, along with several other odds and ends was still balanced on her leg. He stretched out his neck, and touched the paperclip, along with a bit of her exposed leg with his tongue. She shivered involuntarily at the contact.
"D-Don't do that!" She hissed uncomfortably. She liked the feeling a lot more then she would admit, and she knew that he would smell her arousal.
"Hold on a sec, this is harder than it looks!" His tongue wasn't really as opposable as he would have liked, and picking up a paperclip wasn't really the easiest task. She shifted uncomfortably, and he felt her take a deep breath. His tongue touched her again, and she quivered. "Stop moving."
"Stop doing that then!"
"I can't get us out of here if you don't keep still!"
Her breath was ragged, and she cursed herself silently for allowing herself to get wet at a time like this.
"I can smell you." He said quietly, shutting his eyes as his chin rested on her thigh. "Stop Ayame, you're distracting me."
"I can't help it! You're-You're touching me!"
He growled softly. God, he wanted to taste her. And the thing that was driving him insane was that she wanted him to taste her. "Now's not the time," He said reluctantly, hoping to regain his control. How is it that she has so much power over him, even at a time like this? "Just give me a little longer, and we'll be free of this place."
She whimpered softly, aware of his hot breath against her skin. "Just hurry it up." She said with a quick breath.
Ayame moved her leg again, this time upward. Kouga was very quickly reminded of the current position they were in. Her leg was hooked over his, ultimately in-between his legs. His leg left leg was balanced up against his chest, holding hers with it, putting her foot say…right in his groin. That's just great. "God," He whispered his breath shaky. "Don't do that!"
Ayame, being as innocent as she is, had no idea what she had just done. "Just get the paperclip!"
Kouga was able to focus for a moment, and got the paperclip between his teeth. "Ok," He said between clenched teeth, holding the paperclip in his mouth. "You can get off me now."
"Oh, ok." He lowered his leg, and she moved back to her portion of the wall next to him. "Now, how to do you get that to your hand?"
"I'm working on it." He said, his voice slurred since he couldn't open his mouth to speak. He mumbled something.
"What was that?"
"I need you to take the paperclip in your mouth, then put it in my hand."
"How am I supposed to do that?" She asked, slightly horrified.
"Kiss me." He said simply.
"Uh, ok then." She said dumbly, and leaned closer to him. He did the same. Her lips brushed lightly against his, and she took the paperclip between her teeth, just as he had done.
"Alright, now put it in my hand." He told her. She just nodded, not trusting herself to speak because she feared of dropping it. "Here, you can put your knee on my leg to get some leverage."
She put her knee on his, and she hoisted herself up so her head was level with his hands. Thank God her chains were long enough. She brushed her lips against his fingers, and he closed his hand around the paperclip. "Ok, got it!" He announced, and she backed down to her part of the wall next to him.
She watched him fumble a moment, and the lock holding his left hand in place clicked, and clattered loudly against the wall. He gave a little triumphant cheer, and soon all his locks were picked, and he was free of chains.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Ayame asked him, in awe of his amazing lock-picking powers.
He shrugged, working on freeing her right hand. "You just pick this stuff up."
"A normal person does not know how to get out of being chained to a wall with a mere paperclip."
"Well, maybe you need to get out more."
Her chains clattered loudly against the wall and her hands were freed.