AU: Gunsmoke, Roses And Other Romantic Gestures
In response to Haru tenderly touching his face, Hayato jerked only to realize it was a ploy. Nevertheless he had force himself to relax and not flinch away from her touch. He nearly had some words to throw at her when Haru grabbed his belt buckle and jerked him forward. Stumbling for a moment to follow after her into the maze, Hayato kept treading a line between ‘this is terrifying and fucking weird’ along side with ‘this is kind of hot and fucking weird’ . As they reached a corner of the maze, Haru leaned into the shrubbery, face flushed and brown eyes bright as if she had a fever.
Either she was honestly turned on by all this danger around them or she was a very good actress. Right now either possibility was terrifying. He sputtered and limbs wavered as Haru hiked her leg up, wrapping it around his. Face turning red, Hayato didn’t react to her command. His lips felt as dry as a desert and every muscle that had to be used to push himself forward had been rusted shut. He was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, Haru getting impatient and egging him on.
“I…can’t…” he got out around gritted teeth. Or rather he didn’t know ‘how’. He had kisses stolen from him by double agents, by his sister’s teasing friends or Shamal’s numerous girlfriends, but each time it had been a very confusing experience and not one he could take concise notes from. Let alone the fact he had never actively kissed someone of his own volition. And too many big words were firing off in his head at the same time.
He was overheating. He was going to melt internally and ignite under the influence of spontaneous combustion. That was the only way to get out of this alive was by a paranormal phenomenon.
A very unmanly ‘eep!’ escaped his lips just before Haru leaned in and kissed him. What followed from him was very clumsy attempts to make it seem like he had not been caught of guard and knew exactly what he was doing. His hands timidly petted her hair, eyes closed then opened then half-lidded because how the fuck was he to know what to do if he couldn’t see?!
And make noises?
The only thing he could manage between this very awkward liplock was a hum though it sounded a little more like a muffled cry for mercy.
Haru felt bad for expecting so much from a civilian. Of course he would crack under this kind of pressure. She’d just hoped his will to live would overthrow his nerves. Apparently not.
“Okay… Just… uh….” she was scrambling and two of the voyeurs had noticed something was off. She let out a very throaty moan to throw them a bone and tried to think on her feet.
The gun was only half loaded and that was a feat in itself when the pistol was smashed between their bodies and she had to go by feel alone. Loading in dark and cramped spaces only helped her so much in being prepared for this kind of awkward scenario.
He was being too timid. He didn’t seem caught up at all and she had to change that. Desperate, she shoved her tongue between his lips and explored the interior of his mouth before sliding it over his own idle tongue, pressing on the muscle until he probed back.
She let out a purr of approval to let him know he was on the right track.
Next she balanced the gun between them and brought her hands up to his, guiding him so that he wrapped one arm around her waist and firmly planted the other one on her ass. She knew she had killer legs and a fine behind so hopefully it would stir up something.
She pulled back from the kisses to catch her breath then leaned in to nibble at his throat. He was slowly getting into it but she needed an extra oomph.
Inspiration hit and she cursed herself for not thinking of it sooner. With great flourish she spun around (gun hidden up the front of her skirt so it looked like she was touching herself) and bent over so that his hips were pressed to her rear.
“Roll your hips and growl” she instructed and when he hesitated she rammed herself against him and did her own roll that nearly knocked him back so that he was forced to place his hands on her hips for balance.
“Almost done” she let him know, now rushing (but not so fast that she risked a stupid mistake) to fill her gun.