As butterscotch eyes came ever closer, Jeanne met them unflinchingly with her own violet eyes. And was it her or was the air between them getting increasingly warm..? As the detective drew himself closer to her, the thief couldn’t quite ignore just how well their bodies fit together with their exchanged words bringing them seemingly closer.
Oh, dear. The blonde’s eyes seemed to droop a little more as the distance between them grew less. Would alcohol suffice as explanation? Speaking of alcohol.. I wonder just how the champagne tastes from his lips..
Then she heard him.
It was as if a gust of icy wind had swept through her, taking away the slight dizziness and treacherous warmth. He knew. He KNEW. How could I be such an idiot?? Have I..? No. It has to be a bluff. Her cover wasn’t blown just yet!
Before Hakuba’s lips could meet with hers, she placed a finger on his lips. Her eyes were still hooded, but her mind cleared. She was the phantom thief here. As if she’d let him steal the
firstkiss. Wherever the game was going, the competitive thief wanted the advantage.“My, detective, I’m both flattered and appalled. Such a handsome detective seems interested in me, but thinks I am a mere criminal?”
Jeanne didn’t wait for his answer — she reached up to him, melding their bodies even closer and pulled him down for a slow kiss, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. After a moment, she pulled away slightly look at him, the mischievous spark in her eyes brighter than ever. She reached up to caress his cheek lightly.
"So detective, it appears I’ve stolen a kiss from you. Are you going to arrest me now?”
He could try.
To be honest, Hakuba hadn’t quite expected that turn of events. Not that he had a problem with it whatsoever; on the contrary, he was stunned by the pleasant – and rather thrilling – development. As she touched his cheek, the young detective let a soft sigh escape him, lips parted in his lingering surprise.
When he managed to compose himself a moment later, Hakuba gently leaned his head into her affection, taking in the caress with a grateful (and significant) glance at her eyes.
“…you cannot steal what is willingly given, mademoiselle.” The words left him with a purr, hand at her back tightening its hold. “And you’re no mere criminal, my darling… not with the proficiency for which you’ve stolen my attention. I do hope that this is some ingenious ploy; I must admit that I’m intensely fascinated by your methods.”
Truthfully, it was a bluff, but Hakuba felt confident in seeing it through. At worst, it was a mystery otaku’s attempts at wooing a woman with a surprisingly convincing James Bond act. At best, it was successfully seducing an intensely interesting mistress thief. Whether the night ended in bed or in jail, Hakuba found it inescapably difficult to mind.
Alas, if he wasn’t careful, this particular attention that he was paying to only one suspect was sure to be noticed by his client sooner or later… Even so, he leaned in for an attempt at returning the kiss.