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It had been a few days since Navi had left her little present for Chaonis to find, and since that time she'd cleverly thought to install a full length mirror in one of the storage rooms down in the basement. One floor down from the music room, it was large, filled entirely with holiday decorations and what appeared to be sets and costumes for community productions, and had made the perfect place to hide a giant, cumbersome sheet of glass.

She was hoping it was still where they'd left it as she stepped through the mirror in her room, paced quickly through the soothingly familiar landscape of mirror space, and hopped through another mirror across where she'd popped out.

There were boxes, there were haphazardly placed reindeer. Perfect!

Always when she wandered the now familiar corridors of the community center, Navi's senses were strained for any sounds, sights or hints of other bodies, and as usual, there were none. A good thing, really, but the tell tale absences of a strong ordered aura disappointed her. Probably more then it should have. She hadn't really expected him to be, but she had been hoping.

That didn't keep her from climbing the stairs to the floor above and walking down the hall to the music room where they'd just met. The package she'd left was gone, but she already knew that. In it's place though was a book. A very familiar looking book. Navi already owned the 'The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West,' but her's was a digital copy.

Stepping forward she picked the paper back up, fingertips running along the portrait of the witch on the cover, then blinked down at the writing scrawled across the face of it in black sharp-e. It ruined the cover, but as she read over it she couldn't help but chuckle. 'Have you read this yet?' She had, a few times now, but she still sank down on the empty piano bench and opened the book to the first chapter. Her legs drew up beside her, and after a moment of reading she had leaned back against the closed cover of the keyboard, hazel eyes twitching back and forth along the page.

It started as a strange tickle at the back of her mind, barely noticeable with her attention so narrowly focused on the book in her lap. She ignored it for a moment or two, but as it grew that became impossible. it was then she realized what exactly it was, she paused in her reading, chin lifting just enough for her to cast a gaze towards the door. No, he wasn't coming from the hall. Then where?

Ah hah, the window. With care she folded down the corner of the page she'd been reading, then closed the book and placed it on the bench beside her. A curl of ginger had fallen into her face, and she tucked it neatly behind her ear as she got to her feet and crossed to the window to unlock it, then pushed it open.

She didn't linger at the sill, but stepped back and turned, arms raising up and over her head, fingers lacing as she stretched. It curled the small of her back into inviting lines, and that had been the intention.

The promise of his threat had not been forgotten. She was still just a bit weary of him, but the allure and excitement were overwhelming anything else. Logic failed, common sense went out the window. There was only the tingle a tthe tips of her fingertips and the flutter of wings within her stomach.

His voice made her pause, and she glanced over her shoulder at him as her arms lowered back to her sides. "Maybe, but you're a welcome interruption." One pale hand came to rest on the bronzed bracer that circled her opposite wrist, and she traced along the intricate swirly patterns. "Thank you."

She reclaimed her place on the bench after a moment, gripping the edge at either side of her thighs as she watched him through the window. A small smile forming on pink lips as she waited for him to crawl through the window.

"Did you like your present?" She was curious what he thought of the song, having picked it out especially for him. The lyrics seemed fitting all things considered. She couldn't say for sure what sort of thoughts were running through his head where she was concerned, but he certainly troubled her mind.

It wasn't as though she didn't realize they were supposed to be enemies, she knew, and when she was home alone with her own thoughts it was hard not to remember her mission and everything that was going on around them. She shouldn't want to see him again, least not in the way she did, but there was something there. Some electric spark that reminded her of the taste of his lips and feel of his hands on her waist.

"Are you coming in?" Her head tilted, ginger curls falling over one hazel eyes. Please come in.

She was waiting for him to answer, but his response didn't fit the question she'd asked, and it made her lips tighten in amusement. Either he didn't want to tell her what he thought of the sheet music, or he thought mentioning he'd figured out her nickname for him was more important, possibly both.

Of course, it could also be a simple case of him being difficult. She met those dark, pretty eyes, and returned his grin.

"Did you?" It made her grin, and she leaned forward where she sat as her head tipped to allow her cheek to rest against her own shoulder. It made her wonder what he'd done to figure it out. "Doesn't sound like you took it as insulting." It hadn't been, she'd just found it nicely ironic, fitting.

She watched as he lingered at the window, pausing as he considered whether or not he should indeed come inside, and she couldn't help but sit a little straighter as he finally made up his mind and hoisted himself up and through. Her stomach doing an excited little flip as he straightened. Hazel eyes rolling up from his booted feet and finally settling on his face, pale lips curling upward as lids dipped in an inviting sort of smile.

"You never answered my question." She'd thought about letting it go, but her curiosity was just too strong for her not to ask him again.

Hazel eyes rolled as he answered the wrong question, probably on purpose, but she was still smiling all the same. It wasn't just the handsome face, something about him was alluring to her. She was having trouble pinpoint exactly what that might be, quite possibly because there was more then one contributing factor.

When he turned the question back at her she gave him something of an exasperated look. He was indeed messing with her, it was plainly obvious now. For a brief second she considered being just as big a pain in the a**, but decided against it. For all she knew he really did want to know if she liked the gift he'd left her.

Glancing back at it, she moved to rest a hand on the cover, smiling fondly. "I do. I haven't read it in a long time, but U very recently felt the urge to again." She turned a meaningful glance up to him before chuckling, letting her hand fall back into her lap. "You're not going to answer me, are you?" She sounded curious more then annoyed. If he had no inclination to tell her then she was wasting her time in asking him, and Navi didn't like to waste time.

The look in his eyes as he moved closer was a little hard to decipher. Certainly predatory, but she couldn't have guessed what exactly he was after. She had her hopes, of course.

When he was close enough she'd lean forward enough to catch his hand at his side, tugging gently to pull him all the closer. Eyes lidding at the familiar tingle that spread along her skin from just that little touch. If she didn't know better, she'd wonder if his sphere had something to do with electricity, because she wasn't sure how else to explain whatever it was that seemed to be between them.

She took the silence following her question as answer enough and resigned herself to simply not knowing if her gift was appreciated or not. Surely he found it interesting at the very least, if not he'd have delighted in telling her so. Until told otherwise she would just have to assume he liked the sheet music. She still cared, but looking up at the proud grin he'd turned down to her she found she didn't have the desire to press him further on the matter.

It was secondary in that moment. Nothing else really mattered all the much when he let her pull him closer to her. He was watching her, those dark eyes roaming along her body, and she cursed the subtle wash of heat that rose to her cheeks as a result.

Standing, he was tall, but with her sitting he seemed to tower over her. It made that wicked grin on his lips all the more predatory as she looked up at him.

Huffing softly in amusement she pulled her legs up so she could rise up on her knees before taking a seat on the top of the piano beside her book. It left her about an inch taller then she would have been standing. "What are we doing?" She echoed his question, drawing him along by the hand she was still holding until he was standing between her knees. Fingertips gave a soft, rhythmic tap along the plastic of his body arm on his side, three quick clicks, before she slide that hand up along his chest until she could curl her fingers along the back of his neck. "Having fun, right?"

He'd asked a damn good question, what were they doing? It didn't make any sort of since, wasn't logical in the least, but she recalled his words to her on their first meeting, reciting the perfectly as she used that hand on the neck to draw him down to her. "Everything doesn't have to make sense for it to be fun."

A grin of her own slide along pink lips to mirror his as she drew him down towards her, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly as he commented on his own logic being thrown back at him. "I know," was her simple retort, and eagerly she tipped her chin up to catch his lips as he bent to kiss her.

The voice at the back of her head had long since been silenced. Smothered under the electric thrill that rushed through her every time he touched her, the taste of his mouth on her lips when he kissed her. It was all just far too good to give up for the sake of a mission, and though Navi was loyal as any in her court, she was also something a selfish individual.

Just like the first time they'd kissed a shiver raced up the line of the dark senshi's spine, and her fingertips trembled where they rested against the warm skin at the back of his neck. Her knees pressed against either side of his hips, and she crossed her ankles behind him as she tipped her head, the tip of her tongue trailing along his lips.

Her pulse was hammering in her ears, heat raising to paint her cheeks a soft rose, and she'd have sworn there were butterflies fluttering about wildly within her stomach. She wasn't sure what it was about him that drove her so crazy, but whatever it was she seemed to be growing quickly addicted, willingly.

Perhaps she should have thought about a certain young man that held her attention when she wasn't running around the city as a magical girl, but nothing had yet been labeled as "official" between them. Until he asked for more she wouldn't have to chose, and knowing him, it wasn't likely he would ask. It was selfish of her, terribly so, but she didn't want to give up either of them, not when she could have both.