The Rescue

513 Words

Satsuki decided that now that she was no longer dancing, she might as well go and get herself something to drink. She walked over to the counter. She had a comfortable little buzz going on, and it would not hurt her to have another drink.

The bartender was busy, and after a while she felt it would require a miracle to manage to place her order. Either that, or she could try yanking up her shirt. Satsuki was fairly sure that a pair of boobs would have caught the bartender's immediate and unwavering attention.

Just as she was pondering what strategy would best get her what she wanted, a man leaned on the counter and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

He struck up a conversation, and out of politeness, Satsuki replied, though she kept her answers curt. She wasn't interested at all in getting chatted up. All she wanted was her damn drink.

Annoyed, she shot a small glare at the irritating man who was set on flirting at her.

-~D~-

From a slight distance, Narita Ken's attentive eyes were on Satsuki's face – the beauty of which was currently marred by the irritated scowl she was wearing.

The damsel surely knew how to get herself into distressing situations… But luckily for her, he would be there to save her. A slow smirk spread on Ken's lips.

And this time, he would make sure to collect his prize.

He set forth like predator intent on catching his prey.

-~D~-

Satsuki was on the verge of giving up altogether and storming off without her drink. The guy was persistent, and apparently completely incapable of reading body language, as he continued his advances despite her obvious ire.

And then, all of a sudden and out of nowhere…

He arrived.

"Here you are, love," he exclaimed, a prominent note of huskiness to his tone. One arm snaked expertly around her waist and pulled her close to him.

Satsuki let out a small indignant gasp at that – which he graciously ignored.

"I've been looking for you all over the place, dearest," he declared, his dark eyes locked with her brown ones. They were full of surprise and distrust, and her dark brows had knit into a frown. The pout adorning her full lips was absolutely adorable.

An evil smirk ghosted on his lips as he decided to follow his sudden desire.

Narita Ken bent down and then, quite casually, kissed her. Full on the mouth.

The kiss was slow, tantalizing and teasing – the kind that carried with it infinite possibilities and certain promises. The kind that made her feel light-headed.

The perfect kind.

Then, just as casually he released her lips and pulled back, momentarily taking pride in the slightly dazed look in her eyes.

Ken turned, quite deliberately, to regard the man who had been chatting up the actress. The man had frozen mid sentence and his mouth was hanging open.

"I'm sorry," Ken said pleasantly, and with a tone of innocence that was all but real. "Did I interrupt something?"

The man fled.