Prompt: Romantic Date Gone Horribly Wrong

It was all because he had lost.

They'd had a friendly spar at home, fully intended to be a technical exercise, and if it ended in sex, well, Kougami wasn't going to protest. The rule was simple enough, victory to whoever had the first takedown. Neither of them held back, and he thought he was being vigilant, having learned from their encounter overseas. One tricky maneuver on her part, and he was in a headlock on the floor. He surrendered, but before he could progress things along, she raised her eyebrows.

"Do I win anything?"

"We didn't agree on a prize." He slid his fingertips under the hem of her shirt. "But we can discuss it later."

"I'd like a favor."

"That doesn't sound foreboding at all." He dryly responded.

She only smiled, but he tucked it away in the back of his mind as they proceeded to finish their spar on a high note.

The following week, they were able to meet during a concert. It was to celebrate the anniversary of a high-ranking politician, and all of the ministries had been invited. The venue had an ornate holo interior of gold and crystal, imitating the height of century-old luxury. He caught sight of her, in a dark red dress that dipped below her shoulder blades. She must have sensed his regard, because she turned and the corner of her mouth lifted.

"Hi. You look nice." Her gaze ran appreciatively over his dark suit.

"So do you." With too many eyes on them, he couldn't touch her, but in his peripheral vision, he saw Gino smirk as he passed by.

The orchestral music was entertaining, though he found his focus drifting diagonally towards her row, where she sat with the other Inspector and Enforcers. Despite himself, there was the prickle of envy, not helped by Hanashiro's passive amusement at his other side.

Dinner provided the opportunity to mingle, and he received a message from Akane, a request to reunite. He secured a quiet alcove for them, away from the masses. They conversed over their plates and wine glasses, while the muted clamor fluctuated in the background. The dim light and cozy seating made it intimate, almost like a date. Eventually, the night grew later and he extended his hand.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, did you drive here?"

"I carpooled with Hanashiro and a couple of others from Foreign Affairs. I'm sure they won't mind if I leave with you."

"I certainly hope not, but I have to take some of the team back first." She had driven Gino, Sugo, and Hinakawa, so the car was rather crammed. But it wasn't too bad. Gino and Akane animatedly discussed the highlights of the concert. Sugo politely asked Kougami about Foreign Affairs, while the younger redhead eyed him from underneath his bangs.

He felt a surge of nostalgia when they stopped at the familiar building, and before exiting the car, Gino clasped his shoulder. "Have a good night. Try not to stay up too late; our Inspector has an early morning."

Akane shook her head. "Ginoza-san…"

He grinned. "I'll keep that in mind. Night, Gino."

"Drive safe. I'll see you tomorrow, Inspector Tsunemori."

The remainder of the ride was initially quiet, as she set the mode to automatic. Then, to his confusion, she climbed into the backseat.

"Akane?"

"Don't you want to join me?"

She didn't have to ask again, and he eagerly followed. He ran his fingers down her back and was about to kiss her when she pushed him down, straddling his lap. In the brief moment as they passed a streetlight, her eyes glinted.

"Stay still." She opened her clutch and pulled out a ribbon, the same shade as her dress.

"Using your favor?"

"Mm-hmm. Close your eyes."

Sighing, he obliged and the ribbon tightened around his head, blindfolding him. "You could have just asked, like: Shinya-san, will you let me-ow! Why'd you pinch me?"

His captor gave a light laugh. "This is why. You're so noisy when I try to be on top."

"Then, maybe you should have gagged me."

"I'm considering it." Her knuckles slid over his mouth and he stiffened at her unexpected touch. "But I like hearing your voice." She pressed closer, the fabric of her skirt rustling as she adjusted her position. The minute, grinding movements sent blood rushing to his groin.

"Yeah?" He reached out, groping for her hips, only for his hands to be swatted away. "What the hell?" He was starting to get irritated.

"I said to stay still." She ordered. She wouldn't stop rocking, circling, taunting him with her bare thighs and soaked panties.

His fingers struggled to find purchase on the seat, threatening to tear the leather open. Curses spilled out of him, oaths to never have another sparring victory prize. What had started out as a pleasant, quasi-romantic evening had gone horribly wrong…for him. She was torturing him, and he was frustrated by how much she obviously relished it. He could hear her breathing, her stuttering inhales and satisfied hums. Well…maybe, he didn't mind. It was rare that she was this vocal. But did she have to be so slow?

"Close yet?" He bit out as he impatiently thrust against her.

"No. Are you?" Her reply was practically careless.

"…"

"You can tell me." She placed a lingering kiss at the corner of his mouth, deliberately missing. Her voice was sweet, coaxing. "Shinya-san, you can ask for it."

He clung to what little resistance he had left, but it crumbled away when she dragged his fly down and one fingertip followed through on his erection. He spasmed, head rearing back as he gritted his teeth. "Pleas-"

The car braked. The alert sounded that they had reached their destination, and Akane froze.

Kougami ripped off the blindfold, blinking up at his girlfriend's flushed face. A devious smile unfolded on his own. "You're gonna get it now."

"You'll have to catch me first." She scrambled out of the car, cold air blowing in her wake.

He readjusted his jacket, ran a hand through his hair, and staggered after her. He'd probably have to apologize to Unit 1 in the morning, for their Inspector was definitely going to be late.