Kofi Burak | Agent
I poked my head around the door, checking that Amaria was done, then sidled in.
"Amaria, I sorted my tresspassers. Are you done with the pretty girl?"
"What pretty girl?"
"Witness-chan here." I gestured to the girl sitting in the chair, slightly dazed. "It wouldn't be you."
"She has nothing to do with you. Did you check on the rest of the Numbers?"
"I haven't, no. But then I doubt that they want the buzz-cuffs."
"Fine, you can go now." She said sorting all her stuff laid about on her desk. The girl looked confused at all that was going on and then spoke up.
"Can I go, um, as well?"
"You can come with me, cute lady. May I ask your name?" Mable tried not to smile at me, but was failing.
"Mable, but you can call me Mabe, some people do." she said running her hand through her hair.
"I assume madam here has told you that you can't leave. I'll show you to your room, Mabe." I flashed her a smile. Amaria looked up from her paperwork with a scowl on her face.
"Wait, Mabe, I'll get Tom to show you to your room, I forgot to tell this guy something," she put extra effort into trying to make her voice sound polite. Must be so hard for you.
"Where is Tom?" I asked. "He didn't look too good earlier."
"Really? Well, I'm sure he's much better now." She went over to her wall of communications and dialed for Tom, he came within a few minutes of being called each time. He was one of the most programmed of the fifteen. It annoyed me slightly for some reason. I'm sure he isn't. An uncomfortable silence sat in the room until Seven arrived. He came in quickly and looked terrible. Why am I not surprised? Amaria smiled.
"Hey, could you please take Mable or Mabe as she is sometimes called." She paused to wink at Mable. "To her room so that she can get settled in, and I promised her a tour of the place since she'll be working for--I mean with, me for a while. It would be great if you could start it for me." She grinned at him widely and then at her making the whole scene very awkward. Then like clockwork Tom nuged his head towards the door, and Mable followed him. "Thanks! And have lots of fun you two!" she said with a drawl and a giggle. They both left in a hurry and did not look happy.
"...You...what was that," I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing! Just showing her some hospitality, and trying to brighten Tom's day. After all, she is pretty isn't she, they'd be great together." she said smiling at me mischeviously.
"Yeah, sure. She's just another girl who blushes at a smile." I lifted my cup to take another sip of my coffee.
"Hmm, and I saw you were giving her one. I really need her for something serious here, and I don't need her falling for you, okay? I need you too. Tom on the other hand, he's, well, Tom."
"You "need" me do you? But you didn't "need" me enough to tell me that we had a witness. That's nice. Maybe you "need" me for other things. Other needs."
"Shut up! Some things are classified, even for you. You don't exactly need to know everything and anything, and you didn't need to know at the time. You still found out didn't you? Don't talk to me like that." She was furious. I smirked.
"Only found out because I went to smoke. And you didn't deny that you needed me for other things..." I set my cup down on her desk and went to stand right in front of her. "Did you now?" I whispered, the smirk still dancing on my lips. Her eyes were wide open and her breathing quickened, she turned away and whispered,
"Get away from my face,"
"Make me." Slight fear raced through her eyes and then anger came, she pushed me away and slapped me across the face. I blinked and stepped back a bit before smiling again.
"That actually stung a little. Are you trying to deny something? I find they always sting more."
"What's wrong with you? I-I need you to leave," she walked away and went back around her desk pretending to go back to work.
"Then I'll leave." I picked up my coffee and made for the door. Three, two, one...
"Wait!" Hah. I stopped and turned to her. She walked towards me and stopped in front of my face.
"I thought you wanted me to leave?" I smiled. Women can never make up their mind. "Or do you not?" She looked into my eyes, our noses inches apart.
"No," she whispered. "I don't." She pressed her lips to mine, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. [/i]So this is what you want.[/i] I kissed her back, smiling slightly.
"Were you jealous, Amaria?" I asked, drawing back a little.
"Don't make me say it." she said laughing softly.
"Why not? Afraid that you'll like it?"
"No, afraid you will, and a little too much."
"I'll stop flirting with the little girl."
"Good. And I'll admit, I was a little jealous. I won't say it again though. Now, kiss me." My lips twitched and I pressed them to hers again, twining my hands in her hair.
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