Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she tries to adjust the short skirt into a position where it will cover more than a meager bit of her creamy thighs. Even as she does this subtly, my eyes are on her. She does not see them, but rather feels them burning into her. As expected, when I try to catch her gaze, she averts to the table we sit around.

This is the game we have played since the end of the carnival.

Hunter. Prey.

Funny, not that long ago, I was the one being chased.

I am not sure when that changed. Everything was so fucked after. At some point, though, my feelings had narrowed. I found myself indulging more in the events that had transpired while I was 'asleep.'

It was taboo, a dark and twisted fantasy sprung to life by the actions of one messed up girl.

And… I liked it.

Shizuru lifts a cup to her lips, and I cannot help but watch her throat bob to accommodate the swallow. Would she drink from me like that? Swallow my essence like one of her expensive teas?

What would she do if I leaned over and pressed my lips to her neck? Would she recoil in disgust and throw that drink in my face? No. She isn't the type of person to be so graceless. Part of me, the more sinister part, thinks she would moan like a banshee.

I chew the edge of my tongue like a cannibal, and she is looking at me curiously now, wondering why my cheeks are flushed. If she could peer into my mind, she would see herself writhing under a very eager tongue.

My patience for the game has run out.

-o-

I am fighting to keep my breath under control as excitement courses through every inch of me, burning nerve endings down to nothing. I hear her walking down the hallway, arms probably full of useless paperwork. She's wearing those heels. The ones that make my mind drift off to the insidious. Each step, every click of them brings her closer to me. Closer to finality.

Hiding behind the door, body pressed impossibly flat, I wait as patiently as a starving hyena. Eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and underneath these damn biker leathers my skin prickles, ripples, tingles in anticipation. The door opens and my vexing obsession finally walks over the threshold.

Want causes my mouth, among other places, to water. I make my move. In three long strides I am behind her, one hand wrapping in that golden mane while the other snakes around her waist. She gasps and gooseflesh erupts across my body from the sound.

She struggles, the most arousing little noises of remonstration coming from between her sensuously inviting lips. Her body is tense, hot, and feeling her parts move against mine is almost too much.

Walking forward, I force her body to do the same. With a thud, her front slams into the black board. Instantly, she presses her palms out against the board but before she can push me backward, I have both wrists in between the hand that was previously on her stomach.

"Ahn!" She cries when I pull her hair.

Taking pleasure in the sound, I do it again a little rougher this time. Her objections flow more heatedly. Desire spreads from my head to my boots. Each livid buck of her backside presses her body closer to mine. The feeling is deliciously teasing, awakening dormant passions from within my depths.

Wrenching my knee between her thighs, I shove them apart and slide my weight forward. The muscled part of my thigh twitches at the feel of unexpected heat emanating from underneath her thin panties. A satisfied smirk tugs my lips. She is enjoying the exploitation as much I had when the tables were turned.

"How long did you think I would put up with your games, Ru?" I rasp against her ear, enjoying the shiver that passes through her lithe form.

"Natsu—"

My teeth sink into the tender shell of her ear before she can finish, and I am rewarded with a whimper. I press into her harder, crushing her against the chalk scribbled surface. To my surprise, she is still wrestling to get away.

"Stop fighting," I whisper into her ear while untangling my hand from her hair. It lowers to wrap around her throat. Eager fingertips press firmly into the tender, twitching muscles. Her breath hitches, and I squeeze tighter. Turning those sounds into gasps for breath. Her pulse thuds erratically under my touch and it only serves to heighten my arousal.

Languid strokes carve a path from her throat downward, stopping to admire her luscious breasts. Groaning, I slip my hand underneath her uniform shirt and grasp at the right mound. Squeezing it, a shiver erupts across my body. It's heavy and slightly too big for my hand. Shizuru's head falls forward against the blackboard as a deep moan passes through her lips.

Mm. Music to my fucking ears.

She tenses, nails digging into the coarse surface she is pinned against. There is something to be said about the way prey looks right before the kill. Shizuru, will you forgive me for devouring you so both of us can survive? Each pass of my fingers causes her to shudder, so I take that as a yes.

Relinquishing those luscious peaks my hand snakes lower over her taut midsection, continuing until I feel the waist band of her uniform skirt. With a flick of the wrist, I am underneath, massaging through her panties and against the heat source between her thighs.

The fight instantly renews due to the invasion. She manages to get out of my hold and with a strong shove I stumble backwards. Noisily I crash into the front row of desks, catching my balance against them.

I lick my lips and straighten up as she is moving toward the door. Bursting forward, I slip in front of her and slam the only means of escape shut. Her jaw clenches and nostrils flare. Oh, she's pissed. How lovely.

"Ru." I say calmly, smiling in that charming way I do. "You shouldn't be so discourteous."

Her eyes blink in shock, and seizing the opportunity, I lurch forward to catch her off guard. We come to rest against the edge of a large desk at the front of the room. She pushes against my chest, once again putting space between us. My head jerks to the side, cheek stinging mercilessly as her hand connects with my flesh.

"Tch," I hiss.

She stares incredulously at me, crimson reflecting the depths of her consternation. My eyes are wide, but only for a moment before they narrow to menacing slits. I chuckle. She whimpers. My body presses back against her in an instant. She brings her arms up in defense once more, but I take hold of both hands at the wrist and pin her arms to either side. They rap harshly against the cold steel of the desktop, creating a metallic clank. Our faces are but an inch apart and I can feel puffs of her irregular breath on my lips.

"I must confess, I thought you would welcome my advances," I say, my words strained due to her persistent struggling.

"Release me!" She growls, bringing her legs into the equation and trying to kick me away from her.

I do as she asks and step away from her suddenly. My hands tug at the roots of my hair, that one vein above my right eye twitching furiously as I sigh for the umpteenth time.

"Na..tsu…" she whispers, the rest of my name but a ghost on her lips as she moves to the edge of the desk.

My eyes close and head tilts to one side. Hearing her say my name is painful. Like a studded arrow to the chest. She has no time to react before I jerk forward and invade her mouth with my tongue. Hands rise to fondle, and palm her covered breasts, pinching and pulling them apart. All her resulting arguments are swiftly eaten down.

"Gah!" I release a shuddered breath and topple to the right. My head snaps to the side and there is Shizuru, ready to land another blow to my ribs. Teetering back, I drop into a fighting stance, but she is forcing past me, trying to slip out of my reach again.

Without thinking, my arm shoots out from my side and blue light engulfs it. She winces, shielding her eyes. I remain steadfast, a shining pistol glinting in the dim moonlight. Her head slowly turns back toward me. The softest gasp passes over her lips, and it brings a smile to my face. This time when I step forward, she draws back on the desk, recoiling but only slightly. The weapon has made its intended point.

She no longer watches me, but my hand. Teasingly, I wave it slightly from the left to the right. To my immense pleasure her eyes follow every move.

"What," her voice quivers. "Are you doing, Natsuki?"

Leaning forward I drag the tip of my tongue from the bottom of her chin to her plump lower lip, biting down. Copper bubbles up and she gasps. I suck the blood until it stops and then pull away to rest my check against hers.

"Isn't it obvious?" I muse, a small smile upturning my lips. Hot tears stream down her cheeks; I feel them as they pass.

The barrel of my gun drags slowly down her right flank.

"Ru…" I whisper softly.

The cold length of the pistol travels up her inner right thigh, uniform skirt riding higher in the process. Teeth clench audibly just as the tip of my barrel meshes with the juncture of her legs. I nudge thin panties aside, and she's murmuring something, but I can't understand. Wet curls brush teasingly against my knuckles and craving ignites in my lower belly.

Slowly the tip of the gun spreads her apart, massaging the delicate bud inside. Her hot breath comes harder against my cheek. No longer does she fight me, instead her hands are so tightly wrapped around the edge of the desk that knuckles have long since turned white. I smile and drag my weapon lower, teasing the watering mouth hidden amongst glossy, tight folds.

It takes all the restraint possible not to thrust inside of her, to take her essence and devour it like a rabid fiend. To my surprise I'm shaking against her. Is this fear or excitement? Briefly my eyes close and I exhale against her soft flesh.

She senses my momentary lapse and brings her arms up, wrapping them around me and crushing our bodies together. I want to surrender to the warmth here. My gunned hand jerks back, ripping through her panties and severing them from her body.

"Get up," I growl.

She does as I command when I press the barrel rougher into her. I'm moving back, her arms still limply wrapped around me. With the gun firmly against the small, throbbing pressure point, I work her backward around the desk. Little murmurs and whimpers pass her lips as we move. Soon the backs of her knees hit the armed chair I'd been looking for. She topples backwards into it with a grunt and my gun, now freed from between her thighs, is pointed at her chest.

"Don't move," I say as a smirk curves my lips.

Her bottom lip trembles and I must resist the urge to move in to taste it.

"Shizuru," her name rolls off my tongue, almost bitter tasting. "You don't have to pretend anymore, it's quite alright."

A look of perplexity, so I continue.

"Behind that well perfected mask, there is desire revealing your bluff," A chuckle teases my lips and I inhale sharply. "I can smell it."

Leaning forward I snake the tip of my tongue along her jawline. She moans, tilting her head to the side.

"Tell me I am wrong?" I challenge.

Tempting the words from between her lips, I let the barrel of my pistol nuzzle between her thighs once more. This time she is unable to stop her body from reacting, and those thighs spread almost willingly. A snigger escapes me.

The delectable feeling of control is taking me over. My blood surges, the heat overwhelming me like an open flame that consumes all. I'm succumbing to the power of it. The absolute domination. It's vibrating from my core and radiating throughout my being.

A sudden, and disturbing chuckle tickles my ear.

"Nat-su-ki" Shizuru's tongue ticks against the roof of her mouth and I shudder at the sultry way she enunciates each syllable.

The heat that had built up inside of me evaporates, replaced by stinging cold. Half a second later, I am forced backward by a blinding gold light that fills the room. The back of my thighs hit the edge of the desk and I quickly back flip over it, and not a moment too soon. The desk smashes into pieces, destroyed by some swift, unseen force.

I cover my face with my arms as bits of metal shrapnel penetrate my leathers. Grimacing, I drop down into a crouch and roll to the side, coming up in kneeling position amidst a row of desks. My face tightens and I jerk my head toward Shizuru.

In the ruins of the desk, naginata firmly poised behind her, she stands poised to strike again. A viper disturbed by a wolf.

"If you wanted to play rough," she spits venom and her glowing crimson eyes narrow in my direction. "All you had to do was ask."

(pt.2 to be posted within the week.)