An Exercise in Seduction [Part 3]
An Exercise in Seduction
TITLE: An Exercise in Seduction
AUTHOR: glyn_zaelin
RATING: M-ish
GENRE: A not quite so smutty smut AU
SUMMARY: A certain someone is on the prowl.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. If only I did...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This isn't my first fanfiction, but it is my first time posting to ebisu_midnights . Finally decided to stop being a lurker when I discovered my LJ still existed. If you're on the LSS forum, you may have already read this. But please enjoy anyone! Warning: OOC Mao and Jun... especially Mao :)
Am i doing this right...?
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“Shit,” Jun muttered, holding a cold, damp handkerchief against his cheek while examining the damage in the men’s restroom mirror. His cheek was a lovely shade of blue now.
Damn foreigner was built like a bullet train.
“I told you, man,” Aiba whistled, “that chick was going to be trouble.” He patted Jun on the back. “Are you sure you don’t want one of mine?”
Jun glared at his friend.
There was no way in hell he was giving up now.
“Suit yourself,” Aiba shrugged. “Just don’t come crying to me if you find yourself tied to some train tracks out in the middle of nowhere.”
“Thanks,” Jun muttered sarcastically. “You’re such a pal.”
“Anytime,” Aiba replied, wiggling his eyebrows, before leaving Jun on his own.
Jun winced a bit, placing the handkerchief against his cheek one last time before exiting.
“I can’t believe you, Mao-chan. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”
Jun shuddered, hearing that high-pitched voice he recognized as Aya’s. She was just around the corner.
He snuck a peek.
Aya was talking to his Angel.
Mao-chan was it?
“You don’t know what he’s like. He’s the worst kind of womanizer.”
Jun took offense to that.
He wasn’t the worst kind.
He never left a woman unsatisfied if that was any consolation.
“I can handle myself, Aya-chan,” Mao rolled her eyes.
God, Jun loved her voice. Sweet and melodic. He wanted to hear her moaning his name.
“What about Ninomiya-kun? Don’t you care about his feelings?”
Mao tilted her head to the side. “Nino is a big boy.” Aya made an impatient sound in her throat. “Why don’t you go see if Sakurai-san is lonely without you, Aya-chan? And tell Nino-kun I’ll be along in a second.”
Jun ducked back as Aya clicked on by with her sparkly heels.
“Eavesdropping, Matsumoto-san? That doesn’t seem very gentlemanly, now does it?”
Jun leered at her, “I’m sure you’d prefer me when I’m at my least gentleman-like, right, MAO-chan?”
She chuckled a bit, the low sound like a purr tickling her throat.
“You’d think that, wouldn’t you?” With a toss of her head, she said flippantly, “If you would excuse me.” Mao tried to brush by him.
With lightning-quick reflexes, Jun’s arm shot out. Leaning in close, he placed his other hand beside Mao’s head, trapping her between him and the wall. He let his gaze leisurely travel up and down her lithesome frame.
She was even lovelier up close. He’d like nothing more than to nip the silky skin of her succulent neck.
“Excuse me, Matsumoto-san,” he was surprised at how prim and proper she sounded.
“Jun. Call me Jun.”
“Matsumoto-san.”
“Ahem.”
“Fine. Jun.” Jun wanted to laugh at the exasperation in her voice. Instead, he just looked at her questioningly.
“I have to get back to my friends.”
“So?”
She motioned to his arms that were still trapping her.
“Ah…” he leaned in further, his mouth to her ear. “I just figured you would rather continue what we started on the dance floor.”
He felt smug when she tried to control her breathing. Mao then leaned back too, so that her mouth was now at his ear.
“You mean when I was on the dance floor,” his skin prickled where her hot breath blew, “letting another man touch me and hold me the way you wanted to?” Jun was startled when she started to trace a light circle on his chest. “And when you were caressing that girl wishing she were me.” His heart pounded when she grasped one of his hands and lowered it to her waist. “I wonder what else would have happened on that dance floor if you weren’t… detained by that girl’s boyfriend.” His Angel giggled while reaching up to touch his injured cheek. She hesitated and stopped before touching his skin, but his bruised face still tingled from the warmth of her outstretched fingers.
“I’ll tell you what would have happened.”
Jun turned his head slightly so that he could look into her eyes. The desire burning through him was mirrored in the depths of her deep brown gaze.
“I would have ditched the redhead.”
Her lips were just a breath from his, dancing around each other.
“Then I would have grabbed away from that loser you were with.”
He wouldn’t capture those lips yet. Build the tension first, then when he claimed them, she’d be weak with pleasure and clay in his hands. The game was his.
“Then I would have taken you in my arms like this…” He embraced her, his hand on the small of her back, pulling her small body up against his.
“And we would have burned a hole in the dance floor, dancing together like this.” Jun stepped forward so that one of his legs was between hers and their hips were touching. They moved easily together against the fast hip-hop beat filling the club to a slow rhythm of their own.
“Then afterwards…” Jun used his free hand to stroke the smooth, creamy skin where her shoulder and neck met. “I’m sure you could imagine the rest.”
She looked past his shoulder, into the crowded club, smiling slightly. “Sounds… interesting.”
“Oh, you and I would be more than interesting, I think.”
“Really?” She was a playful one. That enticed Jun even more. “Tell me about it.”
They continued to dance together, Jun leaning his forehead to hers and breathing deeply. “We would be hot together. Absolute fire. Wearing nothing but sweat. No words but our labored breathing.”
Mao closed her eyes as Jun assaulted her with erotic images.
“Tell me how much you want it,” she whispered cajolingly.
“So much. Maybe too much.” It was almost embarrassing how much. He pulled her closer. Her scent was intoxicating.
“Tell me how much you want me.” She was a little minx but Jun didn’t care. It was a win in the bag.
“I’ve never wanted anyone more.” God, it was true.
“Really?” He was almost at the point where he’d take her right there, in a darkened corner of a crowded dance club.
“Yes. You’ve bewitched me. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. You are the most beautiful, ravishing woman I’ve ever met,” he replied hoarsely.
Her lips were his for the taking. Jun bent down to seize victory.
Only to kiss air.
Mao had ducked out of his reach, her finger poking his forehead. She smiled mockingly.
“That not bad for a...” she paused as though deep in thought. “What did you call me again? Oh right, a ‘clumsy, ugly little cow’ who couldn’t get a man even if I stripped down and wrote ‘FREE’ across my body. That wasn’t a very nice thing to say now, was it?”
“Huh?” Jun stared at her sweet, smiling face with his mouth hanging open stupidly.
“I mean, all I did was accidentally spill my drink on you. Though, truth is, you bumped into me,” Mao spoke to him as though he were a small child.
Jun sputtered out of his stupor. “What?! That was you? But you’re... you’re so...” Hot? Sexy?
“So much more than you can handle? You bet your bottom dollar.”
She kissed two of her fingers and placed them on his lips. “Don’t worry, Matsumoto-san, I’m sure you’ll have better luck with your next target. Jaa!” She turned and sashayed away towards her partner from earlier.
“She’s something, isn’t she? ” a voice mocked him in his ear. “Mao-chan’s the best one in my acting class for sure.”
“Aya.” Jun gritted his teeth. “What the HELL was that about?”
Aya turned to him pouting. “Hmm... I think she said something along the lines of proving that the player can be played.” She made a tsking sound. “If only I had been the one to leave you hanging. Oh well. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Jun.”
Aya skipped away from him, taking too much delight in his humiliation.
And he was humiliated and furious and... and...
Still incredibly aroused. He bit his lip self-deprecatingly. Jun had never lost the game like this before. He watched as Mao exited the club. He grinned in self-satisfaction as she paused ever so slightly, turning her head back just a fraction, aware of his gaze.
He bet his carefree, playboy ways, Little Mao was not as unaffected as she claimed to be.
The game was still on.
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G: Notes
Orgasm is the name of a cocktail. I think it has Kaluha in it.
Hope you enjoyed this little story:) thanks for reading!