Pairing: Battousai x Kaoru
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU/AR, Vampire

Notes: I realized there might still be a few drabbles on my LJ that I haven't included here so.. This story was originally posted on my LJ on the 5th of October 2009.

Enjoy!

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Temptation

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She was dressed in a way that revealed every curve, yet hid so much that it was annoyingly prude despite the leather. Her feet were clad in sharp heels that brought her up to his nose, her legs covered with tight-fitting pants. They showed off wonderful calves, traced her hips perfectly but left him wishing she had chosen a skirt instead. They might fit like a second skin, but the fact remained, that they were anything but.

And then, her top. Glossy leather; shaping her flat stomach and hugging her breasts snugly, opening up daringly to show off a cleavage and collarbone. The arms seemed to have been cut off just by her shoulders, showing off the skin of her forearms before a long glove hid the rest of her left arm. Certainly, more skin was available to trace with his eyes. Especially her back, which was almost completely bare; the top dipping low to barely connect at the small of her back. Fascinating, if it wasn't for her neck.

Covered with the leather of her top, which continued up from her shoulders to stop an inch or two underneath her chin, it taunted him. She even had her long, glossy, midnight hair up in a messy bun with only a few strands of hair falling down in an act of rebellion.

Completely revealed to his sight, but equally hidden from his intentions.

His teeth ached.

It wasn't just because her neck was so invitingly slender, or so erotically out of reach, but he had been able to smell her through the sweat and smoke and drinks in the heat of the packed nightclub. Just a tiny whiff of a fresh, sweet flowery fragrance had hit him like a ton of bricks and within moments his golden eyes had singled her out in the mass of bodies around him.

She was by the bar, tracing the edge of her glass with a finger, unaware of his attention.

It suited him fine; she'd know soon enough.

And even as he moved closer, following that sweet smell that could only be hers, he could feel his throat dry up and his teeth throb painfully. He could almost taste her blood in the scent of her body.

He didn't say a word when their eyes met, and her sapphire-like widened. She turned her body to face him, almost pushing herself away from the counter before he was able to reach her. The few inches she'd managed to move were quickly re-tracked as she instinctively backed away when he slipped his arms on either side of her, trapping her between the bar counter and his chest.

Eying her neck for a few moments, he slowly slid his gaze upwards to take in the amused tilt of her plump lips and the few freckles on her annoyingly cute nose. When he met her eyes again, they were twinkling with mischief and challenge that had his own blood screaming in his ears.

"It's a precaution," she said, titling her head and smirking as his gaze was drawn to her neck immediately. Not even bothering to look up, he proceeded to show her a thin layer of leather was not enough to keep him away. Her moan resonated within his very mind as her sweet blood quenched a thirst he had not been aware he was suffering from, and its sweet, sweet taste was enough to drown out the bitter taste of leather. Almost.

He'd deal with that later.