523rd, Clik Squad

Bells threw on her pants, light, airy linen and her lightest coverage top for swimming. She slipped on her sandals and her eyes fell on a sheer white top she'd recently acquired. Her eyes sparkled mischievously and she threw on the top, admiring herself in the mirror then skipped out her door, now on a particularly fun mission, down to the beach.

She felt his eyes before she saw him, an exhilarating shiver ran down her spine, and she turned, locking eyes with Crosshair for one electric moment, before walking directly past him.

Crosshair’s eyes narrowed and he kept a few steps behind, enjoying the view, but also curious as to where she would lead him.

She stopped, chatting to a few villagers at one stall, pointedly glancing over her shoulder, a teasing challenge in just one look.

Crosshair's glare intensified and he turned his chilling gaze on any who dared to venture to close, stalked up behind Bells and hovered over her shoulder. He saw her jaw tighten, two can play this game, he thought. He leaned in, Bells angled her head to the side just slightly giving him room and his lips touched her ear as he spoke, "Bells, teasing me like this... Perhaps I should take you somewhere and show you what that does to me."

She smiled, leaning to press her body against Crosshair where he’d leaned in to whisper, "Tsk. I thought snipers were patient. Maybe you're losing your touch." She pulled away abruptly, Crosshair staggering slightly at the sudden shift, and walked away, cheeky grin wide as she glanced over her shoulder. She knows he will follow.

She walked slowly, agonizingly slowly, around the streets of Pabu, Crosshair trailing a few paces behind, glaring daggers at anyone who looked too closely. He watched as the wind shifted Bells's ginger hair, her sheer top pulling tighter one moment, hanging loosely the next. His hands itch to touch her.

She led them, finally, into a small garden, not unlike the location of their first kiss at the Lifeday Festival. She turned to face him, back pressing against the wall.

Crosshair crossed the garden quickly, long strides taking up much of the space with ease and pressing his body against her eagerly, "Would you like to see if I've lost my touch, Bells?"

She laughed, that bright, dangerously infectious laugh, and gripped his waist pulling him to press more against her, "I can't wait..."

He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, both his hands sliding underneath her sheer blouse, tracing a trail of fire upward. His hands find the softness of her breasts and he kneads at them slowly before pulling down the fabric to free them entirely.

Bells gasped at his touch and responded in equal yearning, kissing back and gently nipping at his lips with her teeth, her hands pulling at the waist of his pants and keeping their bodies flush together.

His kisses trail down her neck and one hand moves around to lift her up and press her once again into the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist and she rolls her hips against him. “Bells–” his voice is a strained low growl, she laughed again and he captured the laugh on her lips, the bright bubbling sound cut off by needy kisses.

Her fingers tangle in his white curls, pulling just enough to lean his head back while she continues to roll her hips against him. Her voice is deep, heavy with need, “Is it safe to assume you like the shirt, Cross?” He groaned as her hips moved just right, “It’s fine, Cyare, but right now it’s in the way.”