Prompt: lust
Set after Season 3/First Inspector, M rating
It was supposed to be a straightforward assignment. A stakeout, preparing to close in on their targets. The expansive onsen was a favorite getaway for the wealthy businessmen, and from Akane's table on the second floor, she could watch their little gathering. Two had arrived, three more to go. They were certainly taking their time; she'd already finished her book.
She ran her fingers across the page, the ending words of Dante's Purgatory. Remade, as new trees are renewed when they bring forth new boughs, I was pure and prepared to climb unto the stars. She closed the book with a snap, and the noise drew the attention of Shimotsuki.
"Senpai, you've read the whole thing already?"
"Yes, although I didn't bring the third installment with me."
"You could get it on an electronic reader…after the case is closed." She frowned, pressing her hidden earpiece. "Any sign of more cars outside?"
A gust of wind preceded Arata's answer. "A new one just pulled up. The windows are blacked out." A momentary pause. "Chief, Tsunemori-san, quick question."
"What is it?"
"Were we expecting Foreign Affairs to join us?"
Shimotsuki looked as if someone had spit in her food. Akane reached over, calming her with a touch. "We didn't, but who's here?"
"Four people. Looks like all of SAD."
"Great. Just great." Shimotsuki hissed. "Stall them, I'll meet you. Meanwhile, senpai, stay here."
And she intended to, when one of the men took a phone call, striding out of the dining area. One of the selling points of this place was its traditional structure, so there was no luck in using a Pillbug. Old-fashioned eavesdropping, then. With the tabi dampening her steps, she made her way downstairs.
She peered around the corner, in the direction of where the target had gone. Had he entered a room? She ventured a few paces ahead. Surreptitiously, she tucked her hands into her deep indigo sleeves, considering her options. Too many doors and the ambient background noise was a challenge…
A firm hand closed around her arm, and she whirled around, ready to strike back. But he caught her fingers, drawing her into an embrace. The black fabric covering his chest smelled of tobacco and snowfall. "Not your fastest."
"I blame the yukata." She smiled up at Kougami. "Yours looks nice too. How'd you get it so fast?"
"We were forced to change on the plane. No wasting time." He replied, before nodding to the hall. "Where were you going?"
But at the opposite end, a door opened, and the man was swearing at his phone. He hadn't looked up yet, but it would be a matter of milliseconds. And they were glaringly visible.
Akane didn't think twice, slipping her arms around Kougami's neck and bringing her mouth to his. It was easy to appear desperate, a secret liaison not far from the truth. He froze at first but then eagerly slid his tongue over hers. Heat shot through her, amplifying when he grabbed her hip. She couldn't help the little sound of protest as they had to break for air, and he swallowed it, pressing her up against the wall. It was a struggle to open her eyes the barest amount, while her bottom lip was being thoroughly lavished with interest.
The man hurried past, avoiding their display. Once he was gone, Akane abruptly turned aside. Her words were definitely breathy. "Sorry. That was one of the five. Did you see him at all?"
"For a second but I memorized his profile. We were sent here because there's an international angle. Potential for bigger prey. Details aren't concrete yet, but enough suspicion to pay for our accommodations." His voice dropped. "Which room are you staying in?"
"Kougami-san, we're technically working." She did give in anyway. "The Hakuro wing, room 3 is mine."
"Got it. One more thing." Kougami murmured, and right at her pulse point, he nipped her. She gasped at the flash of pain, before he sucked at the skin. He offered a satisfactory grin. "You shouldn't look too pristine after a kiss like that."
"How am I going to explain to the others?" Belatedly, she remembered she started it, and in embarrassment, she kept walking.
She hastily returned to an irate Shimotsuki, but as she apologized for abandoning her post, she glanced down at the lower floor. Ginoza was the only other recognizable face, albeit incredulous, and he smacked the back of Kougami's head in reprimand. She tried very hard not to laugh.
The last target's arrival had been delayed due to unforeseen travel issues; apparently, the stakeout had to continue into the morning. Akane and the other Enforcers drew lots for shifts, and hers was the first, which was uneventful. At least, she could try to sleep.
It was a testament to the long day, that she actually dozed off. One moment, she was staring at the dark wooden ceiling, and the next, she was jolted awake by a creak. The shadows rippled, and a callused hand tenderly cupped her cheek. Kougami sighed. "Did I wake you, Akane?"
"It's alright. Did you need something?"
"I'll tell you if you let me under the covers." The futon was snug enough for both of them, and his cold nose touched hers. "That's better. I didn't actually need anything. Go back to sleep."
The current of resignation in his voice made her smile. "Were you trying to sneak into my bed?"
"I prefer 'night crawling', but only if you want to."
She softly hummed, letting her actions speak instead. She twined herself around him, resuming their earlier kiss. In the darkness, he was emboldened, fingers working under her thin sleeping robe. He was already hard, excited to have her, and desire ignited in her core.
She stretched, moving her thighs as far apart as she could. Her drowsy mind recalled their first time, how shy she'd been, but she didn't care now. He moved down the length of her body, planting erratic hickeys that made her squirm. It wasn't enough, there had to be more, she had to stay quiet, he was taking too long.
His touch finally reached her clit, lightly brushing, and she arched. She dug her nails into the solid muscle of his back, silently urging. She was already wet enough, she could take him. Her teeth clenched when his fingertips only played. Circling back and forth, testing minute strokes that were maddeningly keeping her at the edge. But just when she was about to scream out of frustration, he spread her out and finally slid the head of his cock within her.
Tears spilled from her eyes, a broken gasp escaping. He took her hands and pressed them on either side of her pillow, as he slowly sank, inch by inch. She rose up to meet him, intentionally squeezing, and he shuddered. He drove into her, increasingly faster, and his mouth found hers again, relentless devouring. And at last, they crashed together.
They rinsed off in the outdoor tub, steam billowing under the moonlight. Akane inspected herself, attempting for sternness. "All these marks…"
"You weren't complaining when they were made." He ran his knuckles over a line beside her navel, smug in his admiration.
"I should return the favor." She sat in front of him, leaning back against him. "And I did want to thank you for the book."
"If that's what I earn, I have a shelf full at home."
It would've been nice, to continue talking and enjoy each other's company, but given the situation, they didn't overly linger. Cocooned into bed, she wrapped her arms around him, naked and relaxed. His large hand was petting her hair, and completely satisfied, she fell into oblivion.
When she woke again, she was alone and the room was at its coldest before dawn. But the pleasant ache warmed her, and she tied her yukata on, pulling the fabric over the love bites left between her breasts. She had to check her compact mirror, applying concealer to the ones on her neck. It was a shame he couldn't stay, but a stolen night was more than she could've asked for. They'd have more time to themselves, when this was over.
As the unit regrouped, the others were noticeably groggy. A round of contagious yawns later, someone asked how she could be so alert at this hour.
"I slept well." And Akane smiled.