Something in the back of her mind whispered that nothing about this man had ever been simple. But for tonight, she decided to push the thought away.
"Easy and simple,"she repeated against his lips, closing the last of the distance.
"I can do easy and simple."
The grip on her thighs pulled a soft sound from her she hadn't entirely planned. Her fingers curled against his jaw, the other hand finding the fabric of his shirt. Easy and simple. She almost believed it. Almost.
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"Just this."
He wanted to believe it, he really did, he didn't want to believe that promise would be broken so easily given the chance, yet he had a strange feeling in his mind that it would change pretty easily.
"Just for the night, easy and simple."
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"In war."
She echoed quietly. Her chest ached a little at that, because it was true, wasn't it. That's all this was. Two people on opposite sides stealing something warm in the middle of all that cold. She turned in his arms slowly, eyes finding his.
"it can be a one time thing..."
He whispered, his hand slipping from her down underneath it, but not too low, only low enough to reach her thigh, slowly tracing circles on those sensitive inner thighs but not high enough to touch anything...extra sensitive.
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Her brain quietly gave up. She let her head fall back slightly against him, eyes closing.
Just one night. Just this once. Her hands covered his on her hips, not pushing them away.
"I want you too," she admitted, barely above a whisper. "...I've been trying not to."
The moment his hands found her hips she stopped pretending to be calm.
Her breath caught audibly, fingers stilling where they'd been fussing with nothing in particular. She could feel every point of contact, his hands, his chest, all of him pressed against her back.
He could see her body language, she was also as into this but was hesitant. They both knew this was a bad idea, this puts them both in danger.
Her because he now knows where she lives, him because she'll know she can get him alone.
But he knew they'd have to push it.
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Her back was facing him, her long pink hair cascading down to the base of her hips.
"No need to thank me, it's... nothing."
She breathed, trying to calm the turmoil in her stomach, in vain. Just one night, she thought, just to let go ot that attraction she felt for him.
She did the same thing. Took off her shoes, put them aside, trying to hide the part of her screaming that it wasn't good. Forbidden. But the more the word echoed in her head, the more aroused she was. She needed him. She needed him as much as he needed her.
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Shigaraki took in the view of the place, he'd be surprised if this was her full time abide, it looked smaller for a hero...
But it was nice.
He took off his shoes, leaving them at the door, his eyes tracing the lines of her body from horns to thighs.
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And right now, unlocking her door with a villain at her back,she found she genuinely didn't care.
"Make yourself at home," she said quietly, pushing the door open, glancing back at him with something caught between a smile and something softer.
She glanced back once to make sure they hadn't been followed. Clean. She almost laughed at the irony, a hero checking over her shoulder like a criminal. Maybe tonight she was something in between. The quiet of the hallway was swallowing them whole.
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It was just a one night stand, a regular thing for people their age to do, everyone does it eventually, everyone has some time to kill, or a friend's with benefits, or a situationship.
Why should this be so different? Why shouldn't they have some fun even once?
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Forbidden. The word sat somewhere in the back of her mind too, uninvited. It drifted through her mind unbidden and she almost laughed. Is that what this was? She'd spent her whole life being told what was right, what was heroic, what was correct.
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Her fingers were still laced through his. She was really doing this. Bringing him home. She almost couldn't believe herself, and somehow couldn't bring herself to regret it either.
She didn't miss the blush. Hard to, really, she'd been sneaking glances back at him more than she wanted to admit. The way he was looking at her made focusing on walking considerably harder. She turned down a quieter street, her building close now, and exhaled slowly.
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"Oh..."
That was the best bad idea he's ever heard, his cheeks peppering with a thick blush.
"That's the perfect place."
He chuckled, glad no one was actually watching them, shiggy keeping his thumb away from her hand to not kill her.
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She could still stop everything, letting him go and run away, pretending nothing happened. But did she wanted it? Not at all. You only live once, right? Best bad idea. Yeah. That about covered it.
"Almost there," she murmured, more to herself than him.
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