in the hyperfixiation trenches..

Considering who she was, Scythe could be just as extreme with her affection as she was with her work. You called it aggressive; she called it 'just being passionate'. If she wanted you, and she had you, why wouldn't she take advantage of that? Nothing wrong with showing love, she'd say.

Moreover, she wasn't one to be embarrassed over her love of PDA. Who's going to dare to argue? If she wanted you in her lap, then everyone else would have to suck it up. The glares would turn into nervous avoidance when she flashed her gear. Scythes arms were snaked around your waist as she peppered your neck in kisses. She had already covered your face in lipstick, so she went lower to her second favorite spot. Every kiss seemed to make her hold on tighter.

Her rough hands trailed up your back, and you can feel her claws glide along the small of it in a teasing manner. You shivered from her touch, her name falling off your lips. "Scythe.." Your voice was less than a murmur. She moved a hand from your back to lift up your chin. She gave you one more kiss on your cheek before pulling away. She was grinning despite her smeared lipstick, maybe because of it.

You're sure she enjoyed your ever growing embarrassment. Your hair was a mess, and she was obviously smug about her handiwork. "Yeah, doll?" You put a hand on your cheek. It was still warm from where her lips were and maybe your own embarrassment.

"You couldn't have waited till we got home?" You had just finished your shift, and she was waiting right outside to snatch you. Scythe didn't wait a second before drowning you in affection all the way to the train station. You silently prayed that none of your coworkers, or worse yet, your boss could see you right now. Though seeing how it was directly next to your job, you may as well have been praying for a miracle.

She laughed a pretty laugh, her sharp teeth gleaming. You loved her laugh, and practically everything she did, that's probably why you let her get away with embarrassing you. "I'm impatient, sweetheart, you know that."

She might've even liked the people staring, you weren't sure. She had always been one for theatrics, so you wouldn't be surprised if she did.

The train was taking a while as it always did. It should've been convenient considering how close it was to your job. Yet it still took forever to get here and even longer to get home. At least it was cheap.

She tried to bring you closer to her as if you weren't already being practically smothered. "Let them stare." She smirked. Her lips were already making their way back to the crook of your neck to continue her onslaught. You didn't fight it despite your words.

"Aren't you worried about being seen?" You muttered as your eyes darted around the crowded station, never staying too long on one person. Some of them glared but quickly averted their attention when they saw just whose lap you were sitting on.

She was a light in your life. It's a bit of a harsh one, sure. But you loved the chaos she brought.

..sometimes.

"Found 'er!"

Instantly, your hands felt shaky as they tightened around her lapel. "Scythe!" You yelled. With quick reflexes, and not much time for gentle care, you were already roughly hoisted over her shoulder. People were quick to complain as she had even less care when she shoved them out the way. Though those that stayed in the way quickly found the inphernals who started the chase also didn't mind shoving you back into the concrete.

Her prosthetic arm dug into your pants as she began the now long common chase. The sentinels got a good look at your wide-eyed face. They yelled expletives and commands to each other as they tried to avoid being swallowed by the crowd. Most people were more worried about their own lives than what would inevitably be another failed chase.

Your mouth felt too dry from the whiplash of the situation that you probably looked like a fish out of water. You're sure someone yelled at you, but your ears may as well have been useless with the banging in them.

The trains wail did little to calm your nerves, and neither did the change of terrain to something much less smooth; your mind quickly found the worst-case scenario of you stupidly falling on your face. It was easy to ignore that it would simply not be possible with the death grip Scythe had on you.

"We're gonna have to go the long way, sweetheart!" Scythe smirked as she bolted up the stairs. Another person was nearly thrown over in her race to get out of the crowd. You winced as you heard the resulting thud.

Now your hands dug into the back of her coat. The thrill was too much for your poor heart, and the bumpy sidewalk made you feel sick to your stomach. The glares from passersby felt like nothing in comparison.

You heard a door be pushed open and shrill screaming. Not given much time to wander before you saw the source was a rather elegant inphernal dressed head to toe in clothes you could only dream of affording. Scythe only glanced before laughing as she ran down the hall. The inphernal continued to gawk openly and even yelled at the pursuers to hurry up and catch them.

"Reckon you'll wear something like that?" Scythe purred. A tone that would've made you melt if she didn't immediately shove a young bellboy behind them for the sentinels to trip over. "You'd look real nice..."

"Get me the hell out of here!" You choked out as you were forced to endure more damn stairs. Your head hit her shoulder more than once. How did she have this much agility?

"That's what I'm doing, sugar!" She cackled madly while they reached the final flight of stairs. The door to the rooftop slammed open. It quickly dawned on you why she went up here. To an area that to a normal person would seem like a dead end. She always loved to show off, unfortunately. You couldn't see, but you knew that whatever gods forsaken jump she was planning on would rip your soul out.

Not that she'd ever let you get away. She jumped. Your panic evolved to a shrill shriek that passerbys would swear was a banshees. You waited for her to grab onto something, anything in those half seconds that you were in the air. Then you couldn't see the top of the hotel roof anymore.

You quickly became at peace with what felt like inevitable death, but she grabbed onto a ladder then threw you over before climbing up herself. You didn't move, but you looked up at her. You barely processed the yelling of the sentinels who were still on the other roof.

You gave her a shaky exhale in exchange for everything she just did. Your heart may as well have given out right now. If it wasn't for your own nausea, you would've thought this was oddly romantic. The sun was setting. You would both be cloaked in the night that would protect you further.

After everything Scythe seemed to feel just fine. You cursed her endless stamina. She was quickly pulling you onto her to pepper you in kisses, her tail wrapping around you to support your overwhelmed body. You couldn't help but giggle. It was easy to melt in her embrace. Any negative feelings had faded away as you felt that warm feeling only she could give you.

You slowly rose to her level and wrapped your arms around her. You tried to match her kisses with your own breathless ones. The rest of the world was quickly forgotten.