Turner

Chapter Two

Elektra

The assassiness pulled her Porsche into the parking lot of a small, out of the way café. The sign above the door declared in large, wavy purple letters the name of the place…Turner's Café. Not realizing she was smiling softly to herself, Elektra shut off the car and stepped out the door, slamming it behind her. She turned her head slightly to see if Kirigi was getting out and was shocked to find that he was already standing at the café's door. That Devil. Elektra cursed quietly beneath her breath as she made her way to the door as well; she really had to be more careful of Kirigi's speed.

Kirigi seemed amused by her small show of temper, "I'm sorry love, do my skills anger you?" His tone made it clear that he was in no way, shape, form, or fashion interested if it hurt her feelings or rubbed her the wrong way. Elektra smirked as she walked up beside him and reached out to open the door. She wouldn't take the bait but she couldn't let one particular part of that comment fly. "I'm not your friend Kirigi, I'm not your ally, and I'm definitely not your love so don't presume to call me that." With an arrogant tilt to her chin, she made to pass him.

His arm shot out in front of her, stopping her from crossing the threshold of the café. No one inside the cozy interior seemed to notice the sleek sexy woman and the dangerously handsome man standing in the doorway of the café, but the two weren't paying attention to the others either. Elektra's hazel eyes bored angrily into Kirigi's black obsidian gaze, daring him to continue to block her way. Kirigi smirked and arched a single eyebrow in quiet arrogance and amusement.

Elektra was done with it. "Kirigi, remove your arm out of my way, we have a meeting with Master Stick to attend to in case you forgot." She put no effort forward to hid the distaste of him that showed up so clearly in her voice. Kirigi's smirk fell and his eyebrow fell back into its normal position. His eyes were filled with a gathering storm as he leaned forward and whispered to her, his lips just an inch from hers. His position and attitude, his very body language, screamed predator and domination.

"Do you know I could look into your eyes and read the deepest desires and darkest secrets of your soul Elektra?" He tilted his head slightly, his eyes still locked with hers, "Did you know that I could control your mind with a single thought, and my wish would be your only will? That I could command you to remove your clothing and come to my bed and you would do so without a single contrary thought or hesitation. Did you know Elektra? Are you aware I could do so right this moment?" He waited for her answer, his lips still hovering above hers, their breaths intermingling.

Kirigi

He watched as her hazel eyes darkened and glittered dangerously. Kami bless, she was beautiful when she was angry. He found himself wanting to watch her temper rise, wanting to watch the becoming flush rise to her cheeks and watch her take the predatory attitude up like a shield. He waited,

Elektra leaned closer, her lips brushing his as she spoke. Her body language seemed to convey willing arousal for Kirigi; a woman who was willingly being seduced by a handsome man. She came closer, her hands landing on his hips, her fingertips feathering along the bone and lower. He stiffened and gasped, and Elektra fought back a grin. Supernatural assassin or not, Kirigi was still male and thus still had the same weakness. She pressed herself closer, her hips cradled against his, her lips brushing his. She looked deep into his eyes, her own hazel gaze seductive and warm. She looked from his eyes to his lips, and tilted her head slightly before returning her gaze to his. At the moment she didn't care that the man was her enemy, only that she was the comeback queen and she had one hell of a comeback for that last comment. She leaned in, her lips brushing his while she spoke. "Interesting Kirigi. You say you could command me to your bed, but I wonder, would I find pleasure there?" She pressed closer, saw the way Kirigi's eyes darkened from obsidian to endless, and chuckled wickedly before going on. "Or would I find that your powers are your only claim to greatness?" She chuckled quietly against his lips and then made to step back.

Two hands came up and pressed against her lower back, trapping her against his body. Elektra's eyes flew to his again to find him impossible close, their lips once again touching. He spoke quietly, heatedly. To anyone on the street they would have looked like to young lovers embracing but in reality, it was something much different.

Kirigi spoke, "You test my patience assassiness, perhaps you wish to try your theory out post haste?" One hand remained on her lower back, while the other travel up and slipped beneath her leather jacket. Elektra gasped in outrage, and one of her own hands moved up to stop his from continuing any explorations beneath her halter. She pushed the hand down but it just landed on her hip. Kirigi tried to move it again, but Elektra's hand came down and stayed there, pinning his hand in place. Kirigi raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps I underestimated the extent of your desire for me Elektra." His voice was satin smooth.

Elektra smirked, but moved her other hand toward her waist band, slowly so as to not attract his attention. She pressed closer, and found her hips pushed closer than sensual against Kirigi's. He smirked down at her, "If you like love, we could take this back to my home. I assure you, my bed is most comfortable." He grinned, not knowing.

She smirked back and pressed her secret closer to him. He jumped slightly as the blade of the sai fell against his clothing and skin, his startled gaze clearly glued to Elektra's. She just smiled again and spoke, "You underestimate my desire to mutilate you Kirigi; I have no desire to sleep with you." She turned the blade slightly, putting more pressure, enjoying the way Kirigi's body stiffened even more, "And as for being your love, I believe I've already addressed that. Now, kindly remove you hands from me, I believe we've kept Master Stick waiting." She smiled again, her teeth showing in a predatory grin.

Kirigi paused then released her, taking a step back. The girl was dangerous…and seductive. For several moments there, he wasn't sure that he was pretending; what was wrong with him? He watched as the girl re-sheathed her weapons, as if nothing at all had happened. He was amazed by her composure and made a note to shake it more often. He followed closely behind her as they entered the café, moving toward a booth in the back where, through the shadows and poor lighting, Kirigi could just make out the impression of Master Stick.

To be continued…