It all happened so quickly. In one blur, she found herself pinned against the wall of his apartment. Before she could even say anything, his lips were against hers. The kiss rough, possessive and jealous. Uncounciously, she clinged onto his shirt, as he continued kissing her. In between the kisses, she was able to hear him growl.
“Don’t let him kiss you.”
“Don’t let him put his leg between yours.”
“Don’t hold hands with him.”
When he finally broke off the kiss, she felt dazed, her cheeks flushed as she tried to catch her breath.
“I don’t want to hear any more about him, Kuro. Not at the moment.”
Kuro gazed at him, strangely calm as she looked at him. “You tango is a dance of passion and love. Before, I couldn’t have been able to dance it. What I was actually thinking about was you. Back on the stage, I wasn’t looking at him. I kept imagining you. Sano, you’ve got me crazy for you. If I ever was with someone else, I’d wind up thinking about you instead of them.”
She chuckled then, “Or maybe I’m just a silly teen whose just losing it. Hm?” She leved her gaze, looking straight into his amber ones. “Shall I show you my feelings? My passions? Sides of me that only you see and no one else.”
Sano wasn’t sure if he bought her story, she seemed far too practiced to have been unable to dance the tango before she met him… But he knew that now was no time to call her on it. Whether she was trying to poke him right back, or diffuse the situation, he didn’t care. She was trying to do something, the opposite of his desire to ignore everything until his anger faded.
He took a moment to get out of his own head and just look at her, look into her eyes, a little bitter at his jealousy, the tense set of her mouth, her frustrated posture. He didn’t really know how to diffuse her. So he tried something else. Maybe make her a little angrier or something.
“I certainly hope I’m the only one who gets to see the side of you I saw in the storeroom,” he joked, lowering his hand from one arm to place it on her waist. Maybe he wanted her to hit him so he could feel better, but he doubted she actually would. He just had no idea what to say to her. “What other sides of you are exclusive?”
What other sides? Ho. He must really want her to punch him. Really he does. The nerve. She narrowed her eyes, a light blush on her cheeks. She wanted to open her mouth and curse him out. Hell, the fact that he joked about the time they had in the storeroom just pissed her off. She lowered her head a bit, feeling to angry to hit him just yet. ‘So that’s how it is..’
Recalling the time in the storage room, kuro remembered his jealousy then. How possessive he was, territorial. She should have expected that he wouldn’t have liked dominic. No, not with his jealousy of boys’ flocking her. Anger fueled her temper, making her lift up her chin. Her eyes leveled as her composure, but her eyes said another story.
“Depends. What about you?” She shot back, swatting his arms off her. She then raised her knee, her foot leaning on the wall. “You don’t think I ever get annoyed? Jealous? Pissed the hell off? Especially when I know that another babe can waltz on by and draw your attention?”
She kept her tone mild, but there was a crack of anger there. Sharp as a blade. “Dominic isn’t something to worry about when he see’s me as his sister. No. I’m the one whose freaking out. Because I can’t stand the very idea of someone else getting your attention.”
She tapped a finger over her chest. “But I’ve kept that in check. I may have a temper sano, but I’m restraining the damn urge to hit you upside the head, since it seems like you asking for it. But I got one better. Words. They always hurt more.”
She scowled then, turning on her heel as she shoved herself off the wall.
“Dammit sanosuke. I’m not quitting what I love for anyone. That stage is mine to grab and keep. I’ve trained for it far too long to stop now.You don’t like it, then I’m so sorry. I’m sure you can easily find another girl to be with that’s around your age.”
She didn’t bother looking back, knowing that if she did, he’d see the tears in her eyes. Tears of anger. Rage. Bitterness. Things that she normally didn’t feel. It’d probably be safer for him. Logical. Even angry, she still thought about him. God dammit. She lifted her bag and reached for the door.