She barely paid attention to Candy when they entered her apartment. Akane brought up the interior holo she'd chosen that morning; she couldn't remember the name, but it bathed the plain room in sunny shades of cream and yellow, some blue thrown in to help break it up. The pink jellyfish boomeranged around Kougami, firing off an endless stream of questions. Was he the mysterious subordinate Akane was always talking about? How long had the two of them been together? Would they want help planning the wedding? He laughed at the virtual creature's enthusiasm, Akane blushing furiously as she ordered the thing into sleep mode.

"Sorry about that," she was slurring a little. Had she drank more than she'd thought? He shook his head, putting his hands on her hips.

"It suits you," he smiled, pulling her close. She pushed half-heartedly at his chest, gasping when he bent to kiss her neck. At the same time, he finished undoing her shirt, his hand sneaking through the opening to cup her breast. His other hand traveled slowly up to her shoulder, pushing the thin white cloth aside. He felt her hand in his hair, lifting his head to look at her.

"My couch is pretty comfortable," she murmured. Her tone was a little too innocent to be truly seductive. She pulled him back toward it, falling less than gracefully on it. He sat between her legs, wrapping his hands around her thigh. Slowly, he slid off her stocking, letting the crumpled nylon fall to the floor. He did the same with the other, his fingers achingly close to her panties. When that was done he crawled over her, continuing his ministrations. He kissed along her jaw, feeling her breasts brush against his chest with every heavy breath.

"Oh, Kougami…" she turned her head, giving him full access to her slender neck. She was putty in his hands, excited by everything his skilled touch did to her. He pushed her skirt up, grabbing her thigh again. She gasped once more, the small sound directing his attention to her parted lips.

"Akane…"

She faced him, her heavy-lidded eyes silently begging him for more. He kissed her soundly, moaning himself when her fingers trailed slowly along his neck. She pushed off his shirt as he'd done with her, marveling at the heat of his skin. He sat back to finish the job, smirking when she openly gawked at him. He took her hand, pulling her up with him.

"It's only fair," he hissed, nipping her ear. She stiffened as he did it, her heightened arousal begging him to move quickly. Instead, his movements were torturously slow, his smirk never wavering. She glared at him, making him chuckle. He leaned forward, pecking her lips. "It's more fun when it's drawn out."

She bit his invading tongue, throwing off her bra before he had the chance. Now bare before him, he could see her small breasts 

were even more milky white than the rest of her body, aside from the hard, rosy tips. He licked between them, enjoying her shiver when his tongue trailed across one. His hand overtook the other, massaging gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her back to give him full access. She guided his other hand to her skirt, silently instructing him to take it off. He obeyed, murmuring something about being a dog at the mercy of her leash. She kneed him lightly in the stomach.

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"You're not a dog," she whispered breathlessly. She took off his belt, undoing his pants and pushing them down. Her voice grew bolder. "Now stop stalling."

He laughed wickedly, peeling off her damp panties and dropping them on the floor. His fingers stayed briefly at her opening, slowly stroking until she cried out in pleasure. She was quaking with repressed desire, gritting her teeth when he started guiding himself into her. It had been far too long since she'd last done this, since high school at least. But her discomfort didn't last long, his glistening lips coming back to conquer hers.

She returned each frenzied kiss gladly, her hands unable to keep still. Every inch of that rock-hard body was hers for the taking; chiseled abs, perfect biceps, a chest any action star would envy. It should be against the law for anyone to be this attractive, she thought, knowing how much passion and lust could raise one's Crime Coefficient. But he was already a latent criminal, so she guessed it didn't really matter. Beads of sweat dropped from his chin, hitting her forehead. He'd set a quick pace, one she could hardly keep up. It only made her enjoy it more, crying out when his teeth sunk into her breast.

"K-Kougami!"

He still couldn't believe he was doing this. There had to be some law against making love to a superior. Not that it really mattered. He'd been prepared to draw it out as much as possible, to spend as much time as he could with her arms around him. 

It amazed him how quickly the tables had turned. Even with the pace he'd set, he had the energy to explore her body, loving everything he found. Slim, elegant legs, gentle curves, the softest lips he'd ever felt. They tasted amazing as well, like the sweetest honey. Much more addicting than those spinels he always smoked. He leaned down, licking a trail through the valley between her breasts, stopping briefly to draw one into his mouth. He bit down, making her scream.

He could feel his release drawing nearer, blood rushing in his ears. His fist clenched beside her head, the muscles in his jaw standing out as he gritted his teeth. She was losing control as well, her body starting to tremble beneath him. Her ragged breath hit his chest, every sound she made yanking him closer to the edge. After what felt an eternity, he took the leap. Nothing had ever felt so incredible.

He collapsed on top of her, resting his forehead against hers. She smiled exhaustedly, her face dark pink.

“That was incredible,” she panted. He smiled, nuzzling her nose.

“Yeah, you are.”

She hoped it wasn’t just the wine talking.