AN: Insidious just hit 1,000 views today. Wow! Thanks for the views everyone!
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They had parted to their own dressing rooms, but soon met up in the hallway.
He saw her waiting along the wall a little ways off. Her fingers idly played with some of her red hair as she looked at some random point opposite him. As he neared her and she still did not notice him coming, he felt inspired to make her notice.
In a few quick strides he was in front of her, forearm resting along the wall above her head and leaning his body towards her, especially when she gave a little start at his presence and straightened up.
"Are you waiting for me?"
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Sora shivered at the tone of voice he used.
It rumbled and jumped at the right times, leaving her trembling in the wake of it. It was as if a panther or lion had purred at her when she had once heard it roar. The memory of the danger the predator held and represented was in the mind, but the sudden threat now morphed and the energy in striking was now involved with another goal.
The power was still there and very much potent, but the prey wasn't necessarily frightened by it.
"That's conceited of you," she stated after a hard swallow, "but not surprising."
Amusement danced in his eyes. "Do you mean to tell me that you are standing here for some other reason?"
"Yes," her chin tilted up, "Is that so hard to believe?"
He inwardly groaned at her spitfire attitude. His hand came up and twirled a lock of hair along her temple. The motion of his finger going in circles lightly teased the side of her face as his finger made brief moments of contact with her skin. The fleeting, teasing touch made her swallow again as her mouth dried up.
"It amuses me that you have to try at lying," his head dipped low to speak in her ear, "the habit is not a quality I like to see in a woman."
His light touch against her face and the proximity of his face made her a mess of feelings. "What does someone like you look for?" She turned her head, not caring that she wasn't even an inch away from his face, "It must be a long and detailed list," she teased, "I pity the fans that are interested in you."
He did not respond right away but in order to leave her in suspense. "It's not as long as you are assuming it to be," he stated with a chuckle. "She needs to be strong."
Sora grinned. "A female body builder."
"Some sort of intellgence."
"I think half of your fans are eliminated there," she cheekily added, "seeing as they follow you."
The grin did not stay for long; his forehead suddenly dropped onto hers, making her eyes widen. The hand that had been touching her hair drifted down, down, and lazily made figure eights along the exposed skin in opening of her costume. "Chemistry," he murmured, taking in the slow dilation of her pupils.
She had no quip for that.
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