#*partner

  his touch was warm, burning against her noramlly frigid flesh. her jaw sets, tense in his hold before her lip curls over a canine in a snarl. her chest heaves faintly, back pressing painfully against the stairwell; the hand rail digs into her lower back, shoulders flattened against the wall above. she can feel the pulse of the music, eyes half lidded against the flashing strobes. her lips part, letting out a soft noise before glancing up at the redhead. He was a step above her, towering over her little form before that hungry smirk tugs his mouth upwards. They're so dangerous together.

A simple night out to a club, mostly for the bar. it was a way to unwind after a mission. A way to just let loose, since both were supposed to behave on these missions. they've got pent up energy, bouncing off one another and gaia help anyone who tries to interrupt their night. She had left her phone at home, he had taken his. If anyone needed to get ahold of them, they'd know who to call. Like father like daughter, it seemed. It started off fine, a few drinks in and a couple of rounds of pool. they've hustled one another enough times to make a game of it; drinks and cigarettes were the currency tonight. She isn't lost on the particular smell of some of his cigarettes and Rem decides she's taking what she can get of those out of greed. The night goes on and eventually, they hover around one another at the bar-- just a few feet away, not as close as before. Open the playing field, let's see what they could drag home with them; it seemed he wasn't in the sharing mood tonight when all the potential victims were shot down with a cold look that told her it wasn't up for debate.

Rem storms from the bar, heading towards the bathroom. If he didn't want to share, she'd pick up her own playmates on an even playing ground. In all honesty, she just wanted to get bit from the needle -- she had overheard a flock of street girls mentioning their newest batch. hey, she didn't have to work the next day. Rem was so focused on getting there, getting a hit, and getting out that she hadn't noticed the redhead tailing her like a predator. When she came out, tongue sliding against her teeth and heading up the steps was when he pounced. he was perched on a step above her, intercepting and pinning her. The world spun and Rem stood on her tip-toes as he trapped her. His mouth is hot against her own, swallowing down the pathetic little noises she makes; he wasn't an idiot. He knew what she was doing in there---it wasn't like he hadn't noticed her bouncing her leg ever since she heard the girls. She's easy this way, doesn't put up a fight. It wasn't to say she couldn't put him in her place if she truly didn't want to play, but the easy surrender and innocent flutter of her lashes told him otherwise.

  " -- wanna play? "

 she mumbles against his mouth, letting his figure drape across her own and hold her prisoner against the cheap tiled wall. a small hand curls around that tie that dangles between them, wrapping the silky fabric around her hand before pulling him impossibly closer. her mouth parts again, claiming his mouth for her own this time before a leg slips between his own; everything felt ten times more intense since the chemical was working through her empty veins. the plea comes in a needy little whine.