Yor was running out of excuses. From leaving two hours early for work to heading home way past dinner time, there was only so much she could do to avoid having to face the consequences of her actions a week ago.

We need to kiss.

We need to practice.

She buried her face in her hands. Why the hell did she have to force herself on Loid like that? Sure, being married has gotten her more curious about sex, especially when the women in her workplace kept hounding her for details she had absolutely no clue about; but that was no excuse for her actions!

She never should have let the teasing of her coworkers get to her. If only Yuri hadn't forced them in that situation, she never would have been faced by her complete and utter incompetence when it came to the world of romance.

She knew exactly what arteries to cut to get an instant kill – knew exactly how to make a victim suffer, or not feel a thing. She knew exactly how to dislocate every single joint in a human body, and how to crush someone's vocal chords so her prey wouldn't be able to make a sound. She knew exactly how to mix poisons to get the effect she wanted – numbness, nausea, paralysis, loss of sensation, asphyxiation, hemorrhaging. She could break a person's ribs with a hug, crack a grown man's skull with a chop, and nearly split a person in two with a kick.

She knew all that, could do all that and more, yet she had no knowledge whatsoever about the inner workings of an intimate romantic relationship. She couldn't even pull off the role of a mother.

She couldn't cook, couldn't clean, couldn't tutor her daughter, couldn't sew, couldn't do the laundry, nothing! She couldn't do any of the house chores. She had to rely on Loid for everything, just like she had to rely on Yuri when they were growing up. If only her little brother hadn't had such excellent domestic skills, maybe she would have at least learned a thing or two.

The ding of the elevator snapped her out of her thoughts. She was at their floor now, and her wrist watch told her it was a quarter past nine in the evening. If any of their neighbors saw her now, they would definitely gossip. After all, it was unheard of for any woman to be out this late, married or not.

Sometimes she debated taking them out, every single nosy housewife within their vicinity, but it would be too conspicuous. What was the point of going as far as faking a marriage if she was going to do something so incriminating? Yor sighed as she made her way towards their apartment, feeling a bead of sweat roll down the back of her neck.

Today was the start of Eden's annual camping trip, meaning Anya would be away from today until Monday, leaving her alone with Loid for the rest of the weekend. She could no longer use work as an excuse, and she didn't really have any friends she could call to hang out last minute. She shook her head to brush off her anxiety as she stuck the key in the knob. She tiptoed inside her own home, careful not to make any noise–

"Welcome back."

One of her knives slid down her palm, ready to impale the intruder to death, but a lamp by the corner lit up to reveal her husband. A small squeak left her throat at the thought of nearly becoming a widow. She tucked the weapon back into her sleeve, letting out a long, slow breath full of relief. She really didn't do well with surprises.

"Yor." Loid nodded to her in greeting, downing the rest of the wine in his glass before moving to wash it by the sink. "I was about to head out looking for you if you weren't back in the next five minutes."

Yor blinked at this, clutching her work satchel to her chest. "Did you wait up for me?" His hum confirmed this.

"You didn't have to..." She swallowed at the sight of his shifting muscles against the fabric of his white shirt; gaze trailing down to pause at the curve of his bottom hidden behind loose pajama pants. Her eyes snapped back up the moment he turned around.

"Has work been really busy lately?"

"Yes." She nodded, looking down at her feet. She could feel every beat of her heart against the leather of her bag, afraid he might want to start talking about that night in his room when she– Her cheeks heated up at the memory.

Loid never failed to bring it up, especially when Anya wasn't within ear shot, but she always found a way to avoid the conversation. Now, however, there was no escape.

"Well, if work finishes this late again, let me know. I'll drop by to take you home."

Her heart lost its rhythm at his words. It was strange, the unfamiliar flutter in her chest – the kind she only ever felt before the kill. This one was different though. It didn't feel like a rush. It wasn't intoxicating, nor did it feel like she was drowning in ecstasy. This was…

It was unlike anything she's ever felt before.

It was as if she was floating, but both her feet were on the ground. She felt out of control, out of her element, but for some reason, it felt… comforting. It was strange. It was so strange.

Like she was both weak and high at the same time.

"Yor?"

"Yes!" She blurted out, not realizing she'd been staring at him like an idiot for quite some time now.

"Are you alright?" He took a step towards her, and she immediately backed away, slamming against the closest wall.

"I'm fine!"

Loid paused in place, bringing his outstretched hand down to his side. "I see." He nodded as he avoided her gaze. He looked like he had more to say, but he settled on a quick 'good night' before walking away. Just before the door to his room could close, he whispered in the air softly, loud enough for Yor to hear.

"I'm sorry about last week. It won't happen again."


Yor stood by Loid's bedroom door, repeatedly attempting to knock against the wood; but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to. She tightened the silk robe around her middle, rethinking the entire thing. It was half past midnight after all, and she was sure he was already asleep.

She shifted her weight on her feet as she continued to think of what to say, but before she could come up with anything coherent, the door creaked open by a fraction, revealing Loid in nothing but his pajama pants. His brows rose when their eyes met.

"Is everything alright, Yor?"

She tried her best to focus on his face instead of his bare torso, and the distinct V-line of his hips, if the corner of her vision was to be trusted. She noticed him scanning her as well; brows knitted together the same way they always were whenever he busied himself with the crossword puzzle in the morning news.

"I…" Yor swallowed, not understanding why her mouth felt so dry all of a sudden. "May I come in?" She noticed a bit of hesitancy in his face, but he stepped aside nonetheless. "About what happened…" She walked into his bedroom, wringing her hands together as she kept her back to him, not having the courage to face him just yet. "You shouldn't… It wasn't your fault that I… What I'm trying to say is–" She turned around just in time to see him lean back against the door, folding his toned arms across his bare chest. It was a simple gesture, really. She's seen so many people do it on a daily basis, so why did it…

Why on Earth did the room suddenly feel a hundred degrees warmer?

She looked away from his lean figure, fighting the urge to fan the collar of her robes. He still wasn't saying anything, patiently waiting for her to get her point across. She held her hands tightly against her middle.

"What happened last week, I… You didn't force me. You didn't do anything wrong, Loid. I just– I was the one who initiated everything, so…" She looked back up at him. "Please don't apologize."

Her actions left her so mortified that she never allowed herself to stew in them. She didn't know what came over her, really. She didn't understand what it was about him, but he always managed to awaken that part of her she didn't know existed – a part she couldn't quite understand just yet.

Some days she felt so at ease with him, but some days she could cut the tension between them with a knife. He challenged her in a lot of things, but also complemented her in many others as well. He intrigued her in ways that confused and excited her at the same time, to the point that she would catch herself daydreaming about him. What were his hobbies? What made him laugh? What was his favorite cuisine? What did he like in a woman? The more time she spent with him, the more he seemed to catch her attention. He made her want to know more about him, and he just...

He made her want him, and it just didn't make any sense. She shook her head.

"If someone should say sorry, it should be me. I put you in a complicated situation and I–"

"Did you enjoy it?"

Her wide-eyed gaze snapped up to see him eying her with dark, focused eyes. A shiver ran up her spine. Why, she had no clue. A foreign sensation started building in her lower abdomen, just as a cloud of heat engulfed her entire being. It almost made her want to run. Almost.

It reminded her of all the times she would hunt.

Only this time, she wasn't the predator.

"I…" She couldn't bring herself to look away from him, because right now, at this very moment, she couldn't see him – couldn't sense Loid Forger. The man before her wasn't her husband. It was someone else, someone different – someone she's never met before. This one felt dark, dangerous… enticing.

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked again, but it sounded more like an order this time.

"I…" She swallowed, still unable to tear her gaze off of him, utterly spellbound. "Yes…"

"Would you like to do it again?"

"Yes." Came her quick, breathless answer, aware of his eyes roving up and down her body, taking her in.

"Tell me."

"Huh?"

"What exactly would you like to do?" Loid pushed himself off the door, taking his time as he made his way towards her. "Would you like to kiss?" His gaze never left hers as he neared, barely an arm's reach away now. "Touch?" He leaned down to whisper into her ear as he rounded her. "Here?" His fingers wrapped around her throat, light and gentle. "Here?" His other palm slotted on the underside of her breast as he stood behind her, making her breath hitch.

"Tell me." His lips pressed against her ear, making her shudder. "What do you want?"

Yor closed her eyes. Everywhere he touched sparked a flame inside her, leaving her lightheaded. She leaned back further into his hard body, warm and so inviting, nuzzling the side of her face against his cheek. "You." She felt his chest lurch at her answer.

Her hand anchored against his forearm just as his grip tighten around her throat. "I want you." She reiterated, just as her fingers began guiding his palm up higher to rest onto her heaving mound.

"Are you drunk?" He whispered into her ear; the harsh sound of his breaths betraying his control.

"No." She shook her head. She hasn't had a single ounce of liquor all day, but she's never felt so drunk in her entire life.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." The words were barely out of her mouth when a soft set of lips came crashing down on her. She let go of his hand busy squeezing against her breast, threading her fingers in his hair to pull him flush against her, as if the touch of their lips wasn't close enough.

She gasped when her feet were swept out from under her; a pair of strong arms cradling her before laying her down onto the mattress. His lips latched back onto her without a second to lose, making her arch up off the bed; both hands in his hair as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She could feel his arousal against one of her thighs, urging her to grind against him.

The gesture made him break the kiss; a low growl escaping his throat as he rested his forehead against hers. She did it again, and one of his hands immediately landed on her hip, stilling the movement.

"You need to stop that." Came his hissed warning.

Maybe it was because she'd been told not to do it, or perhaps it was the way Loid's face contorted in pleasure whenever she rubbed against him like that... But the desire to see him unhinged and out of control made her flip them over.

He was on his back in the next second.

"Yor–" The grip he had on her hips were brutal, but Yor didn't budge. She kept grinding over his hardened erection, not allowing him to flip them. He nudged her up, but she pushed down on him harder, making him groan.

The look of desperation on his face gave her a rush that made her quiver in delight. She anchored a hand onto his chest, lifting herself up by a fraction so she could reach her fingers down the garter of his pajamas, fisting him. She gasped at his length, surprised by how thick, how hot, he was.

She could feel him throbbing in her palm as she pulled him out, cheeks blazing at the sight of his arousal. He kept trying to overpower her, still attempting to get her on her back, but she clamped her thighs on either side of him and held him in place.

Her lips parted at the sight of him – head thrown back, shaking and moaning every time she pumped her fist down his cock. She did it faster, tighter, and one of his hands flew over to her wrist to stop her, but she didn't waver. She kept stroking his hardened member, watching it twitch, watching the toned muscles of his abs contract, watching the blush on his cheeks spill down his throat, his chest, his–

"Yor!"

Something wet, hot, and sticky landed on her face, making her flinch as she ran her fingers against it. She felt some more of the liquid land on her neck, and the collar of her robes. One look down at her fisted hand told her exactly where it came from.

She leaned down to his inspect his dripping cock, mouth watering at the sight of it. She swiped her thumb over the thick creamy liquid on the tip, experimentally flicking her tongue at the slit. She squealed when she felt him twitch in her hand. She bit her bottom lip, swallowing down the salty, musky taste of him, wondering what else she could do to make him move again.

She licked her lips before taking a long, firm swipe of his tip, lapping at what was left of his release before taking the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking lightly.

"Fuck, Yor!" His hand fisted in her hair, forcing her to look up from her position between his legs. The tip of his cock popped out from between her lips, just as a pair of dark, blown eyes locked onto her unwavering. She shuddered.

Just like that, she was back to being the prey once again.


A/N: For some reason, I can't envision either of them being solely a Dom or a Sub, so switching is the way to go :p

I know I initially said this would be a PWP but I can't help it! Apparently, I need some bit of plot in order for things to be believable for me :) The next update will probably be the most challenging one (as a non-smut writer), but I shall try my best ^^ Until next time!