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So he wanted to move his hands? Alright, she'd see what he had in mind, grip loosening on his wrists, but not leaving them completely. He went to her thighs, palms trailing between stockings and skin, and she let her fingers glide up his arms until they rested on his biceps.

So the fight was over, but that was just fine. This page provided no real threat to the Negaverse. Not only a sub par fighter, but certainly easily distracted. Hell, maybe one day he'd even be useful.

Which wasn't to say Xenotime wasn't planning on using him now. He certainly seemed eager enough. She lay forward against him, hips rolling as she made herself very comfortable on top of him, the toes of her boots raising to hook over thighs. After a minute or so she drew her lips back from his, nudging his cheek with her chin until she could whisper beside his ear. "Not here." As much as she was willing, nay eager, in the middle of the road probably wasn't a safe place. They needed at least a modicum of seclusion.

Xenotime could say she ever expected to ride pig back up a building on a member of the order side. The irony was not lost on her, but considering where things were headed, she didn't bother commenting. Instead she let herself be pushed against the door, kissing him in return as his fingers slid up her thighs to disappear beneath the edge of her skirt. "Yes," was purred against the side of his face as he asked if their new location was better, and she grazed the side of his jaw with her teeth.

In all honesty a roof top was still pretty out in the open, but as high up as they were, she seriously doubted anyone from the street below would spot them. She was also running out of patience. Evident by the way her hands had balled into the back of his tunic so she could tug it over his head.

Later, if any one asked, she could say she'd been trying to persuade the enemy into joining their cause.