Modern Kankuro x Modern Kasai
Kasai POV
"Unless you're looking to buy something, stop loitering and leave."
I call out to the person who has been staring at me for the last 5 minutes. I've felt their eyes on my back for that entire length of time and it is seriously messing with my focus. I don't know who they are, but if they don't quit playing stalker then I'm going to have to throw their ass out.
"Oooh, somebody's in a bad mood. Who pissed off the empress this time?"
My eyes widen, and then narrow in slight irritation at the sarcastic voice. Why of all days does he choose today to pester the hell out of me?
"What do you want Kankuro?"
I retort, sighing in frustration before turning to face the boy has made it his mission to aggravate me in any way he could think of. His ever present smirk deepens as he proceeds to look me over, his eyes unashamedly lingering in places that would make me blush if I didn't have my level of self-control. I rest my hands on my hips, returning his gaze with a clear challenge, letting him know that I have no intention of pretending to be a blushing school girl.
"You aren't happy to see me babe? I thought you enjoyed my visits?"
I roll my eyes and scoff, crossing my arms as he strolls towards me. Leaning over the counter with his hands pressed to the smooth surface, he leans towards me, his dark eyes staring into mine. He had chosen not to wear his usual face paint, just a dark layer of eyeliner instead.
"In your dreams."
His smirk deepens, a smug look entering his eyes.
"Oh, babe, you're always in my dreams."
I groan at the idea. Wishing I could say it disgusted me, that I didn't like it when he implied he fantasized about me, that I really had no interest in him or his rebel attitude, or his sarcasm. But I can't, it would be a lie.
For some odd and unexplainable reason, I'm drawn to this brown haired, sarcastic jerk...and instead of shutting him down, I'm actually playing his game. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Was that supposed to be a compliment?"
I fire back with a bit of venom, having to work to get it out. I should've never started this game, because the longer I play it, the harder it is to pretend I can't stand him. Not to mention...this is a game I'll definitely lose.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were actually trying to be serious about that babe."
I fight to control my reaction, if there is anything he's good at, it's reading through people. If I'm not careful, he'll read right through me...if he hasn't done it already.
I scoff and turn my back to him swiftly, giving him the cold shoulder.
"What makes you think I wasn't?"
I growl out, the malice easier fake when I'm not looking at him. He chuckles, and I fight the serious urge to look at his face as he does.
"I love it when you growl babe, it's sexy."
My willpower finally loses, the redness flooding my cheeks in seconds. Making me extremely glad I turned around when I did. The last thing I need is for him to see me turning crimson at his words, it will only boost his ego and encourage him...and speed up my loss.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
It's not until the words leave my mouth that I realized there was a crack in my voice when I said it. Crap, this isn't good.
"Why do you pretend to hate me Kaz?"
I jump when his deep voice whispers in my ear. The thought of what I said kept me from noticing the sound of his footsteps moving around the counter, coming directly behind me. His hands rest on the counter in front of me, and it doesn't occur to me that he's just pinned me until I turn to face him. Our faces are so close that our noses are practically touching, his cool breath fans over my mouth, which only amplifies the heat still in my cheeks.
The intensity in his stare leaves me frozen, like a bird trapped in the eyes of a snake. I swallow hard as the ability to breathe becomes difficult.
"Who are you trying to convince babe? Me...or yourself?"
I try backing away, only to bump into the counter behind me. I curse myself for the obvious lack of attention. Looking back up, Kankuro quickly filled the little space I had put between us, now so close that his lips are almost touching mine. A small voice weakly protests in the back of my mind, while the rest of it demands I remove that tiny space myself.
"Be honest Dollface, stop fighting it...you don't need to."
Hesitantly, I tilt my face to the side, that tiny voice finally dissipating from my head. This is all the invitation Kankuro needs as he roughly presses his lips to mine, sparking my long suppressed urge to let go and let my self-control take a back seat for a while. I run my hands up to his head, tangling my fingers in his light brown hair, making him grunt in what sounds like approval. He in turn swiftly grabs my hips, pulling me flush against his body as he deepens the kiss, running his tongue over my mouth. I open slowly, and he wastes no time in delving his tongue in to meet mine, and I can't help but moan at the sensation.
After a few minutes, I remember that I need to breathe, and with a bit of struggle I manage to pull apart from him. Panting for air, I take a moment to catch my breath while Kankuro continues unfazed, leaving a trail of kisses and hickies down my jaw and neck. I jump when he playfully nips my collar bone, making him chuckle.
"So, which one was it Dollface?"
It takes me a minute to recall what he's referring to, and I at the moment I don't really care about it.
"Does it really matter?"
I pant out, and he hums against my neck.
"I suppose it doesn't."
He returns to his previous attack on my mouth, and everything I just said is quickly forgotten. A small part of me wonders why I ever fought this...then I let it go when I remember that like the previous question, it doesn't matter now.
