First Drabble
Fandom: Lupin III
Everything about her was perfect. The way she walked. The skin-tight clothes she often wore. Her cunning mind, every bit the equal to his. Even the way she would rip him off was beautiful. But of course, what attracted him to her most (Besides her sizable bust) was the way she constantly sperned him. Forbidden fruit was truly the sweetest. The more she deterred his advances, the more he would try to make her his. The others could never understand.
Arsene Lupin III needed Fujiko Mine as bees need flowers to pollinate.
So naturally when she invited him to talk after his latest heist, he happily obliged. She sat outside of a charming cafe in Nice, France, dressed in the sexiest sundress he ever saw. In the right light, one could see through it to the lacy bra and panties underneath. How could he be asked to focus on business with all this loveliness sitting in front of him with her curvy legs crossed?
Again she would try to part him from his ill gained treasure. Again he would make thinly veiled allusions to parting something of hers that she'd had - presumably - since birth. Again she'd tell him in that sexy voice that she'd owe him a very big favor if he'd give her what she wants.
How could a man resist such an offer? What straight male in his right mind would deny this woman a few baubles in exchange for a night of wanton wish fulfillment? He was dizzy with glee. Though the sudden loss of blood from his brain to other extremities may also account for his lightheadedness. He quickly jotted down the address of the rendezvous point before merrily skipping back to his hideout.
He knew Jigen and Goemon would say he was crazy for going along with this. Somewhere in the back of his typically genius mind, he knew they were right. She has pulled bait-and-switch tactics like this before. Many times. But he always gave her a second chance, because who knows? She may be telling the truth this time. He grabbed what he came back for and left to the meeting place.
The hotel where they arranged their little trade off was posh; five stars. Fujiko never settled for anything less. He practically floated through the lobby, into the elevator and up to her room. She was lounging on her bed in a barely-there negligee with lust in her eyes. She asked if he had what she wanted and he quickly showed her the items. As he took them, Lupin stripped to his skivvies and lept towards her bosom with all the skill of an Olypmic diver...
Only to be kicked in the groin and shoved, half-naked, out the door.
When he was able to stand without pain, he clothed himself and walked out of the hotel with a smirk. It would be at least a few minutes before she noticed that the treasure she swindled from him was a cleaver forgery he created. Lupin may be a lecherous man, but he wasn't stupid. If she had been sincere with her intents, he might have switched the fake loot for the genuines after the lovemaking was over. Maybe.
Well, there was always next time.
Everything about her was perfect. The way she walked. The skin-tight clothes she often wore. Her cunning mind, every bit the equal to his. Even the way she would rip him off was beautiful. But of course, what attracted him to her most (Besides her sizable bust) was the way she constantly sperned him. Forbidden fruit was truly the sweetest. The more she deterred his advances, the more he would try to make her his. The others could never understand.
Arsene Lupin III needed Fujiko Mine as bees need flowers to pollinate.
So naturally when she invited him to talk after his latest heist, he happily obliged. She sat outside of a charming cafe in Nice, France, dressed in the sexiest sundress he ever saw. In the right light, one could see through it to the lacy bra and panties underneath. How could he be asked to focus on business with all this loveliness sitting in front of him with her curvy legs crossed?
Again she would try to part him from his ill gained treasure. Again he would make thinly veiled allusions to parting something of hers that she'd had - presumably - since birth. Again she'd tell him in that sexy voice that she'd owe him a very big favor if he'd give her what she wants.
How could a man resist such an offer? What straight male in his right mind would deny this woman a few baubles in exchange for a night of wanton wish fulfillment? He was dizzy with glee. Though the sudden loss of blood from his brain to other extremities may also account for his lightheadedness. He quickly jotted down the address of the rendezvous point before merrily skipping back to his hideout.
He knew Jigen and Goemon would say he was crazy for going along with this. Somewhere in the back of his typically genius mind, he knew they were right. She has pulled bait-and-switch tactics like this before. Many times. But he always gave her a second chance, because who knows? She may be telling the truth this time. He grabbed what he came back for and left to the meeting place.
The hotel where they arranged their little trade off was posh; five stars. Fujiko never settled for anything less. He practically floated through the lobby, into the elevator and up to her room. She was lounging on her bed in a barely-there negligee with lust in her eyes. She asked if he had what she wanted and he quickly showed her the items. As he took them, Lupin stripped to his skivvies and lept towards her bosom with all the skill of an Olypmic diver...
Only to be kicked in the groin and shoved, half-naked, out the door.
When he was able to stand without pain, he clothed himself and walked out of the hotel with a smirk. It would be at least a few minutes before she noticed that the treasure she swindled from him was a cleaver forgery he created. Lupin may be a lecherous man, but he wasn't stupid. If she had been sincere with her intents, he might have switched the fake loot for the genuines after the lovemaking was over. Maybe.
Well, there was always next time.