Author's Note: As usual, thank you very much for your kind words; especially barroowii2. Thanks for reading my stuff and I'm happy you like 'em, it means a lot. Hope you like this next one too!

I'm going to try to finish this short series quickly. I actually have a lot of stories I've been ignoring for quite some time now. I want to be more responsible and actually finish things I've begun.

Out of curiosity, what did you guys like about Ann/Akira? I think shippers have more than sufficient reasons why if we're only going to talk about canon-stuff in the P5 game and franchise, but I'd like to know your others reasons – just those beyond 'canon'. Hope you can share 'em over PM or reviews!

As for me, really love the two of them together because I think this ship really fits the whole rebellious theme of P5. I think Ann is a rebellious romantic choice, given the setting is in the context of Japanese society, and that she's a foreigner (with distinct looks). I see her as a unique feminist figure – one Anais Nin would certainly be proud of; one that Akira would surely love as well since she is that breath of fresh air. Moreover, I think they really complement well each other in terms of personality – I'm not going to be descriptive about it anymore here, but I hope my stories can speak it out clearer than I can in this blurb. I actually have other ships for Akira and Ann (say Akira/Yusuke, Akira/Akechi, Ann/Makoto), but they're mostly secondary for me.

And umm. This one-shot has a bit of sexual content. Hahaha. I hope you all enjoy reading!


crook & coquette
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Hands on hair.

Akira successfully untied her hair from the pigtails, his fingers relishing the tsunami of her platinum locks. He grabbed her head, pulling her to him, but the force of his kisses slightly pushes her back. He tugged the buttons of her shirt and threw it on the floor.

Ann reacts to his passion by competing with it, her hands going up beneath his shirt with lips locked on to his. She could feel him smile as she does this. She lifted his shirt and threw it to the floor as well. A blush forms on her cheeks at the sight of his lean physique, but her coy disposition was replaced soon enough. A devilish grin is painted across her mouth as she digs her fingers on his waist. Her teal eyes were hazy and darkened.

As if the Succubus had possessed her, reckoned Akira. If this was a scene in a spy movie at all, he reckoned Ann would have probably assassinated him by poison. The idea stoked him more, equalizing her with a sinister smile. He was definitely not going to give in. He took both of her wrists and pins her down to the bed, her legs underneath his. The position gave him an omniscient view of Ann – strands of her hair stuck on her pink stained lips, cheeks ruddy. Her eyes were gazing on his with hunger. Ann stuck out her tongue to him, trying to neutralize the current superiority he was having right now. The darkness in his charcoal-colored eyes almost scares her with excitement.

The breathtaking view was to be completed, with just a few more articles of clothing on the way. He drew kisses on her neck then to the exposed area of her chest. He moved his other hand below as it went up to her skirt, holding her shapely thigh. The gesture made her arch her back, her eyes closed. He heard soft, quiet moans.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she breathed as pleasure plagued her senses.

"Not so much," he teased.

The answer made Ann's eyes open bloodshot with curiosity and indignation. "Why?"

"It's still in the way," he smirked through her neon pink bra. Her scent was intoxicating him. "be a good model, Ann,"

"Hey," she glared at him, calling him out as she tugged a curl of his hair. "don't treat me like that."

"Sorry," he leaned in, kissing her affectionately. "I got carried away."

She accepted his apology, wrapping her arms around him as they continued to plant kisses over each other, rekindling the momentum they had earlier. And when they were already reaching their penultimate..

"Hold up, Akira," Ann held a palm in front of his face. For a moment, Akira was reminded of Shadows they were taking hostage for loot when she said the words. The two sat up looking already disheveled, yet still in their pants, skirt, and underwear, with the side salad of their raging hormones.

She looked around the area and listened to the perimeters. Morgana was yet to return from his back-alley lounging. "You have it, right?"

"Yeah," he replied. Akira reached out at a hidden casing near his bedside, revealing a pack of condoms. "I'll put it now okay," He was at the height of his libido, and he was growing impatient; the view of Ann having her hair down only encouraged his desire.

Now, this wasn't the first time they did it. They did it quite a few times. Ann gulped the lump in her throat. Now was the perfect opportunity to extend her 'learning experience'.

"I want to be the one to do it." she declared, offering him her palm. She motioned him to give her a packet. "I need to learn how to do it, you know. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I can't even fit one on my boyfriend!" she defended with a furious blush.

Akira raised an amused brow, curious, dubious, and interested. He snickered. Perhaps they could spare some time for this.

"Okay then," he said, handing her over the packet. He crossed his arms; his libido still pulsating he watched Ann hold the flimsy latex for the first time. Akira chuckled how her expression turned from curiosity to disgust, feeling the slipperiness of the plastic.

Seeing that he was watching her, she frowned at him. "I can do it, you know. Don't look at me like that,"

"Yeah," he was lying. "I believe in you,"

"Well? What are you waiting for? Lie down!"

"The Boss is downstairs, Ann," he reminded her, grabbing onto her as he lied down on the bed. They gazed at each other's eyes before Ann's falling down to his flies. The mixture of her anger and embarrassment cooked a very amusing expression on her face. He bit his lip, trying to hold the laughter.

"I just put it in, right?" she asked as she held the tip of the plastic.

So she's really going to push this through, thought Akira, although the idea was becoming more and more unnecessary. However.. the image of having her put one on him is beginning to fluster him, quite unexpectedly.

"Yeah," he replied as nonchalantly as he could. "If you're not sure, you can always read the instructions."

Ann skimmed through the instructions once more before sitting on top of him. Why am I trying so hard.. she cried in her mind.

"W-well.." she began to unbuckle his pants. "here goes nothing,"

"You sound like you're going to ride a roller coaster," he mocked as he took off the garment.

"No," she smirked, puckering her lips. "it's because I'm going to ride you,"

Fuck. That was hot. Akira's mind raced into several scenarios of how Ann's 'learning experience' would turn out to be. Maybe he should tackle her down, or take her from behind, or –

"W-well, anyway!" the obvious nervousness in her voice immediately took him back to Earth, his eyes catching the movement of her hands. "Let's do this, shall we?!"

He looked at Ann stretching the latex as if it was some hair scrunchie in horror. And in an instant, his erection went away, so were his libido.

"Ann," he was dumbfounded, he slightly got up from the bed, with Ann still sitting on his thighs. "you shouldn't have stretched it out,"

The blond's tensed smile dropped into a confused frown. "Huh? Isn't this what.. what the movies show you? "

Ann kept a straight face as they continued to stare at each other in silence, for a good few seconds – until Akira broke into a chuckle. "…what movies were you watching?"

But Ann didn't find it funny. She crossed her arms, still holding the material.

"Anyway, we can't use it now, throw it out." He added, still with the giggles. Her frown deepened when Akira was attempting to put his pants back on.

"Why can't we use it?" she asked straightly.

"Because it's now prone to rupture," he replied plainly. Out of the 99 risks he will take, this one wasn't one of them. Call him picky or a coward, there was no way he will do it. It would be too irresponsible. The last thing he wanted is to have Ann become an early mother, opening the opportunity of her hating him for robbing her future forever.

The blonde didn't answer, instead looked at the material, seeing it all sogged up from her pull.

"It's because I stretched it, didn't I," she said, quite disappointed with what has happened. "then what should I have done?"

Akira blushed, his smile becoming shy and awkward. "You unroll it from the tip then down.."

"Ahh."

"Yeah.."

She lied down on her back, thinking. Akira copied her movement as he lied down next to her, his hand reaching to stroke her hair. Her unusual quiet made him worry a bit.

"Let's do it again," she said, turning her head to him.

"It was the last one," he smirked.

"Ohh.." now Ann began to feel really bad. She really wanted to do something new for him and show off her new 'know-how'. He must be really disappointed..

"We can do it next time. Soon." he added for reassurance.

"This inconvenience is very coincidental. I really thought I was doing it right," said Ann, now shaking her head. "I'm so sorry."

Akira only smiled. He grabbed her by her waist and flipped her around, with Ann on top of him. He studied her features, again noticing how breathtaking she looks with her hair down as her blue eyes illuminated in the dimming light. "It's okay. We can do other things,"

Her lips curved upward, once again with the devilish smile. "Okay," she kissed him. "are you ready, Joker?"

Akira closed his eyes, smirking. "Surprise me."


Ann left LeBlanc around eight in the evening after snacking from Sojiro's leftover desserts. Sojiro couldn't almost recognize her as she wore her hair down. It caught his attention all right; couldn't help but stare at Ann and Akira. He studied their features, clothes, and mannerisms to see if anything 'happened' upstairs.

It didn't take him a good look to find evidence; it was a rather embarrassing one. Sojiro turned his back to them, slightly feeling awkward; like a dad catching a son do naughty. He heard the couple go out as the door shut closed, reckoned Akira chaperoned her to the train station.

After some fifteen minutes or so, Akira came back from the station, wearing a very well-hidden smile of accomplishment. The boy sat down on the counter and poured himself some pre-prepared coffee.

The Boss crossed his arms as he stood in front of him. The expression the kid wore was almost disturbing him.

"I see that you two got busy cat-wrestling each other.." noted Sojiro nonchalantly. He immediately noticed the element of surprise taking over Akira, even though his face remained listless.

"..how did you know?" the boy asked shyly, his eyes gazing downwards.

Sojiro gave him a long, stern look, slightly offended that this boy actually thought he wouldn't know. The evidence was right in front of him. Of course, he would know, believing in the superiority of his life experience. He rolled his eyes. Teenagers.

"Go look in the mirror, kid." said Sojiro as he turned to the kitchen sink, completely ignoring him.

Akira hastened to the bathroom, his eyes scanning his own reflection for evidence. The red of embarrassment tinted cheeks with the sight of a bruise on his neck, just above the collarbone; Panther chewed him out quite well.

He chuckled as he touched the pink-and-purple area. "Bad girl."