15. “Kiss me.”

Kaito giggled, but under his physical and emotional masks, he was anything but amused. It was just his luck that Hakuba had been invited to the same party he was investigating for a future heist. And that the detective had found his female disguise attractive.

He wouldn’t have thought that Hakuba, introverted and distanced, was this flirtatious. Well, the alcohol probably helped. The detective’s face was reddening, and his speech was becoming less coherent.

“Hakuba-san, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. Why don’t we go find somewhere quiet to relax?” He guided the other away from the main ballroom, hiding a wince at the pain that came from a long time standing in 4-inch heels.

Then he noticed a little nook in the wall, with a cushioned bench under a window that looked out over the city, and he got an idea. An idea that would get him seriously injured if the detective ever found out.

“Let’s sit here, Hakuba-san.” He pulled Hakuba down and sat next to him. Arms went around, pulling the detective close. “Kiss me,” he whispered, lips brushing the other’s ear.

The situation was entirely dangerous for the both of them, but for very different reasons. This sort of thing was something that the detective was used to; it was always these sorts of parties that he found his conquests at, and most of his dirty little secrets stayed safe within the walls of high societal convention. And here Hakuba found himself who he believed was a beautiful woman, emanating some sort of familiar air that he couldn’t quite place, very interested in what he had to offer. 

Everything was warm and wonderful. The alcohol had been good to him, pulling out and shedding the anxieties, letting him focus on the hunt. He felt incredible, and those arms around him, the mouth to his ear, thrilled him. 

He pulled away from ‘her,’ but only enough to look at her face, gaze studying those eyes in front of him before he smiled a wicked smile. “All right,” Hakuba said, so calm and so confident as he leaned in to kiss the thief in disguise.

But it wasn’t just a simple peck, either; unless stopped, the detective moved in with a kiss that was open-mouthed and passionate. Not reckless, though, or even excessive. Brief, no more than four seconds long, but with very clear intent. 

Things could easily go very bad very quickly.