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[Magic Knight Rayearth] The Swift Beating of My Heart (Clef/Presea)
Title: The Swift Beating of My Heart
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth [Mafia AU]
Length: 1012 words
Prompt: n/a
Pairing: Clef/Presea
Other: Something else I wrote that I have no excuse for. PG for sexual tension~
Excerpt: And she was sitting around. And had been sitting for the past half an hour, which felt like three hours. It was oddly warm for mid-March and her skirt had ridden up enough that she was sticking to the seats of the car.
Presea was bored.
You could say what you wanted about her less-than-moral lifestyle, but one of the benefits was a distinct lack of boredom. Some might say it was better to be bored than fighting for their lives, but those people lacked vision, or so Presea would say. She just completely hated sitting around.
And she was sitting around. And had been sitting for the past half an hour, which felt like three hours. It was oddly warm for mid-March and her skirt had ridden up enough that she was sticking to the seats of the car. This was supposed to be a simple job. Ascot would go in with the package, she and Clef would wait with the car for backup purposes or swift getaway, whichever was necessary. But he was taking his time about it and if she shifted around any longer she would be affronting decency, not to mention leaving her thigh holster totally visible to anyone who happened to glance into the vehicle.
Sweat slid down her skin and pooled at the small of her back. She sighed a little and glanced over at Clef, who seemed to be pointedly glancing away... well, most of the time. She thought she'd seen him take a couple of swift looks, just in case she'd pulled her skirt down (it was just... too hot to bother, really), but when he found that she hadn't, he began to contemplate the car door again, with a certain determined scowl that seemed to imply that he was memorizing the shape of the door handle.
She sighed again, this time internally. She didn't dress like this to attract his attention, but even so, it would be nice to know if there was some attention to attract. She didn't care if he was older than her, or shorter. She liked her partner, and not just as a work partner. He was bitingly smart, had reflexes that had saved her life more than once, and most importantly, he was a kind man underneath the trappings of their job. He cared for all of the enforcers that he trained, and losing one of them would often wreck him for weeks. Even if he kept going, she knew it was true.
She knew him better than anyone, except perhaps the sister he had only mentioned once. She hadn't questioned the pain in his voice because he'd never questioned her when she talked about her family and her past-- he'd just listened. He was sweet and understanding and just the right person to have at your back. And sometimes she thought about kissing him but she didn't want to lose what they had. She'd never had another partner; she never wanted another one. So she let the years pass on and loved him in silence.
She shifted in the seat again and he turned, probably to berate her for not being silent enough, but no, he was looking past her and then his hand was hot on her leg. He squeezed and it was a warning, so she tried not to think about her heart pounding and how easily it would be for his fingers to slip, just a little further--
"Ma'am," someone said, and she wrenched her head out of contemplation to blink sweetly at the policeman who was leaning down to their level.
"Ah, yes?" she said, as the man glanced over the two of them. He lifted his eyebrows and she pulled at the hem of her skirt, hoping that her jacket was hiding her shoulder holster. The policeman's eyes followed her gesture and then the corner of his mouth quirked a little.
"You've been sitting here quite a while for such a nice day," he said to them. "I was wondering if you were having car trouble."
"Oh, no, no, we're fine!" she said swiftly-- probably too fast. Usually she let Clef do the charming of strangers, but she was the one in the driver's seat, so she had no real choice.
She was appalled when he leaned down closer to them, and then winked deliberately. "You should probably find someplace more private if you want to smooch a bit, all right? This isn't the safest neighborhood."
Blood rushed in Presea's ears. She could feel her face redden. Behind her, after a moment's hesitation, Clef chuckled.
"Sorry, officer, we didn't realize. Let's go back to your place, all right, babe?"
He pressed a deliberate kiss into her neck and Presea thought she was going to melt, right then and there, but she managed to nod, and the policeman seemed to chalk her silence up to embarrassment at being caught. He chuckled as Clef resettled himself into the passenger seat.
"Nice to see a girl who doesn't care how short her partner is," the chatty officer confided, and Presea just nodded again swiftly in hopes that he'd go away. And after a moment, he ambled off. This time she did sigh in relief.
"Well?" Clef said. "Are we going or what?"
She turned to stare at him, utterly confused for a moment. Surely he hadn't meant?
"Around the block," he said. "We're going to have to go in after Ascot. This isn't good."
His face was grim and it snapped her out of her daze, even if it made her aware of how damp her underwear really was now, a combination of stress and sudden arousal. She adjusted her skirt again to find her composure, and then started the car and put it into gear, pushing away her crush and dropping into business mode. The car rumbled beneath her as she slid back out onto the street.
In the chaos that ensued after, she never quite found the right time to ask him about it. And surely it was just a ruse for the benefit of the policeman. But sometimes after that, she thought she caught him looking at her neck, and she wondered.
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth [Mafia AU]
Length: 1012 words
Prompt: n/a
Pairing: Clef/Presea
Other: Something else I wrote that I have no excuse for. PG for sexual tension~
Excerpt: And she was sitting around. And had been sitting for the past half an hour, which felt like three hours. It was oddly warm for mid-March and her skirt had ridden up enough that she was sticking to the seats of the car.
Presea was bored.
You could say what you wanted about her less-than-moral lifestyle, but one of the benefits was a distinct lack of boredom. Some might say it was better to be bored than fighting for their lives, but those people lacked vision, or so Presea would say. She just completely hated sitting around.
And she was sitting around. And had been sitting for the past half an hour, which felt like three hours. It was oddly warm for mid-March and her skirt had ridden up enough that she was sticking to the seats of the car. This was supposed to be a simple job. Ascot would go in with the package, she and Clef would wait with the car for backup purposes or swift getaway, whichever was necessary. But he was taking his time about it and if she shifted around any longer she would be affronting decency, not to mention leaving her thigh holster totally visible to anyone who happened to glance into the vehicle.
Sweat slid down her skin and pooled at the small of her back. She sighed a little and glanced over at Clef, who seemed to be pointedly glancing away... well, most of the time. She thought she'd seen him take a couple of swift looks, just in case she'd pulled her skirt down (it was just... too hot to bother, really), but when he found that she hadn't, he began to contemplate the car door again, with a certain determined scowl that seemed to imply that he was memorizing the shape of the door handle.
She sighed again, this time internally. She didn't dress like this to attract his attention, but even so, it would be nice to know if there was some attention to attract. She didn't care if he was older than her, or shorter. She liked her partner, and not just as a work partner. He was bitingly smart, had reflexes that had saved her life more than once, and most importantly, he was a kind man underneath the trappings of their job. He cared for all of the enforcers that he trained, and losing one of them would often wreck him for weeks. Even if he kept going, she knew it was true.
She knew him better than anyone, except perhaps the sister he had only mentioned once. She hadn't questioned the pain in his voice because he'd never questioned her when she talked about her family and her past-- he'd just listened. He was sweet and understanding and just the right person to have at your back. And sometimes she thought about kissing him but she didn't want to lose what they had. She'd never had another partner; she never wanted another one. So she let the years pass on and loved him in silence.
She shifted in the seat again and he turned, probably to berate her for not being silent enough, but no, he was looking past her and then his hand was hot on her leg. He squeezed and it was a warning, so she tried not to think about her heart pounding and how easily it would be for his fingers to slip, just a little further--
"Ma'am," someone said, and she wrenched her head out of contemplation to blink sweetly at the policeman who was leaning down to their level.
"Ah, yes?" she said, as the man glanced over the two of them. He lifted his eyebrows and she pulled at the hem of her skirt, hoping that her jacket was hiding her shoulder holster. The policeman's eyes followed her gesture and then the corner of his mouth quirked a little.
"You've been sitting here quite a while for such a nice day," he said to them. "I was wondering if you were having car trouble."
"Oh, no, no, we're fine!" she said swiftly-- probably too fast. Usually she let Clef do the charming of strangers, but she was the one in the driver's seat, so she had no real choice.
She was appalled when he leaned down closer to them, and then winked deliberately. "You should probably find someplace more private if you want to smooch a bit, all right? This isn't the safest neighborhood."
Blood rushed in Presea's ears. She could feel her face redden. Behind her, after a moment's hesitation, Clef chuckled.
"Sorry, officer, we didn't realize. Let's go back to your place, all right, babe?"
He pressed a deliberate kiss into her neck and Presea thought she was going to melt, right then and there, but she managed to nod, and the policeman seemed to chalk her silence up to embarrassment at being caught. He chuckled as Clef resettled himself into the passenger seat.
"Nice to see a girl who doesn't care how short her partner is," the chatty officer confided, and Presea just nodded again swiftly in hopes that he'd go away. And after a moment, he ambled off. This time she did sigh in relief.
"Well?" Clef said. "Are we going or what?"
She turned to stare at him, utterly confused for a moment. Surely he hadn't meant?
"Around the block," he said. "We're going to have to go in after Ascot. This isn't good."
His face was grim and it snapped her out of her daze, even if it made her aware of how damp her underwear really was now, a combination of stress and sudden arousal. She adjusted her skirt again to find her composure, and then started the car and put it into gear, pushing away her crush and dropping into business mode. The car rumbled beneath her as she slid back out onto the street.
In the chaos that ensued after, she never quite found the right time to ask him about it. And surely it was just a ruse for the benefit of the policeman. But sometimes after that, she thought she caught him looking at her neck, and she wondered.