Blades and Bullets

21. The Tales of an Elevator Ride

Oh. My. God! I'm so glad our knives trainer decided to take it easy with some simple throwing.

I groan as I walk to the stairs, "I cannot do this today! I wish we had an elevator!" I look around, wait- we do?! How did I not see this last time? I mentally slap myself, idiot.

As I enter the elevator I watch the doors slowly close. Before they can fully close, a hand is pushed through the gap.

"Oi! Open the elevator!" He shouts.

I quickly press the button and the doors open, ugh! I bet the universe is having a good old laugh right now!

I just roll my eyes and face the doors. I see his reflection in the metal and I can't help but think about my assassination, it would be so easy. I just have to get close enough to him that I can reach for my knife without looking suspicious. I smirk to myself.

I slowly turn to face Knox and lightly brush my fingers against his arm.

"This shirt seems a little tight, maybe you should get one that fits a little better around the arms," I whisper seductively. Honestly I don't know if it will work, Romave doesn't seem all that stupid, but to my suprise, he responds just as suggestively.

"Yeah your right, it is a little tight, did you wanna help me with that?" He whispers as his nose grazes my ear, my neck tingles and my hairs stand at the sensation. Two can play at that game.

I push him against the wall, grabbing his shirt in my hands I pull him towards my face, our noses lightly touching, our foreheads resting against each other as I look into his golden eyes.

"You wanna cause some trouble?" I smirk, using his nickname against him and brush my nose against his.

He doesn't even answer, only just barely letting my finish my sentence as his lips crash against mine. This isn't the first time we've kissed, but damn does it feel like it. This one isn't filled with hate. Whether it's real or fake lust, it doesn't matter, because even I don't know. He lightly licks my bottom lip asking —no— begging to enter. I refuse his entry by lightly biting his lip, he lets out the deepest groan. He moves his hands from my waist and grips my ass, pulling my waist into his hips. I moan lightly at the connection of his now, very tight pants and my hips, using this he takes his chance and slides his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dance and swirl in a harmony as I bring my hands down his shirt and slip my hands under, he once again groans at the feeling of my fingers tracing all of his abs and reaching up to his chest. His shirt buttons start snapping off as I rip the remainder off and remove his shirt. He reaches up my back under my shirt until he arrives at my bra strap which he lightly traces before pulling on a strand, as it snaps against my back I tug at his hair. Damn he is quick, because before I can even realise he has unclasped my bra and it has fallen at my feet. Just as I go for his belt he pushes me against the opposite side of the wall and fumbles with my shirt. The contact for his hands on my bare breasts snaps me out of my haze.

I drop one hand from his hair and reach down for my knife, I don't make it far. Suddenly the elevator stops and Knox is standing in front of me with a dagger pointed at my heart. He Must of had the same idea, although that emergency button was a nice play. However, he isn't the only one with a knife.

I unsheathe my knife and point it back at him, mirroring his stance. His mouth suddenly turns to a grin as he looks down at my breasts as they rise and fall from my deep breaths, still trying to calm myself down from the emotions of what had occurred. But I don't seem to be alone as I look down to see him still pretty stiff, I grin back.

As his grin drops I take the chance to slice across his abs, but he doesn't let my blade near him. Instead he glides behind me and pushes me to the floor. He stands above me with his foot holding down my chest, "That fucking hurts you know! Boobs are sensitive! Especially when—" I suddenly stop myself before I can finish with 'they are stimulated'.

He turns his head to the side amused at what I was gonna say. He opens his mouth to, no doubt tell me to finish my sentence, but he doesn't get the chance. I grab his ankle and pull him down with the rest of my might, my muscles still screaming from the previous exercise in the second lesson. He falls onto my chest as I groan at the impact, he quickly traps me by grounding his knees on either side of my waist. His hand moves to my throat and I feel the blade of cold metal. He stares at me amused and I glare at him, if it weren't for the current position we were in I could end this.

Knox suddenly turns his head and stills, I slowly turn my head to peer what he was looking at, what could possibly be so horrific that he would completely freeze like that? Oh. . . never mind I completely understand, I too freeze at the sight.

The elevator doors are now wide open and I look up to the figure from his shoes. Ace is standing there completely wide eyed at the sight, I can only imagine what this looks like out of context. Still frozen to the spot Ace's face suddenly turns into a sly grin. Oh no. . .

He sniffs at the air, "can anyone else smell it? The smell of sexual tension is so pungent in here!" He feigns disgust. This bitch. The heat from his body pressed against mine is suddenly swept away and replaced by a distant cold.

By the time I stand up Knox has picked up his shirt and walked into his dorm. I bend down to pick up my bra and I re-clip it on.

"Well I had only gone to your dorm to ask if you wanted to go bowling with the girls and I, but when you were there I decided to wait to catch the elevator back to my dorm and I just so happen to stumble upon," he gestures to my body and the elevator, "... this."

"It is not what it looks like!" Wow, way to go Onyx just use the most basic excuse known to man.

"So I haven't just interrupted a classic steamy elevator killing scene? And I didn't see a frazzled, messy haired, panting Knox shirtless straddling a bra-less, lipstick smudged Onyx?" He quirks his eyebrow at me, challenging me to deny the obvious.

"I mean. . . Oh fuck off!" I throw him the middle finger and walk to my dorm.

"Oh by the way did you wa-" I cut him off,

"Yes! I'll come to the stupid bowling alley!" I slam the door behind me.

I have a feeling this is gonna be a very long night.