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There was a sign on one of the trainee doors.

It said:

FREE CANDY

It took a while before anyone actually bothered to get to the door, and when she did, she opened it very slowly. She was checking out what her hook had caught, in case she wanted to throw it back. Dylon was luckily a fine catch, and the door opened wide. She'd been eating pocky, and it had given her an idea - but it wasn't a very well thought out one, so she didn't think it would actually work.

She cased Dylon from top to bottom, while sucking on a pocky stick, and gave herself a mental pat on the back.

Pulling out the strawberry pocky with a pop, she smiled in approval, and pointed the stick at him in a very pointed, very obvious warning.

"There's no candy."

Of course there was, but he wasn't going to get any of it unless he understood that he wasn't walking into her room under the actual premise of eating candy.

Maybe later she'd share, though.

A pick up line. Maebe put the pocky stick back into her mouth, and bit down on it. He was attractive, and a little sleazy. What an interesting combination.

"Yes." Her answer was short, sweet, and to the point. She moved out of the way of the door, holding it open for him to enter. As she did so, her hand snaked up and ripped the sign off of her door. It was time to put away the honey - she only needed one fly.

"I'm the only free candy in here. Maebe." She was introducing herself, but it actually sounded like she was hedging on that warning. Which was half the fun.

Maebe closed the door behind him, and quietly locked it. When he turned, her hand lifted to take his, curling her small fingers around his. "Maebe."

Again, it sounded like she was replying to him, instead of telling him her name. Her sly smirk betrayed her.

He was confused. That was the perfect state. She took one step forward, and then another, until she was standing toe to toe with him. Her hand reached up to press against his chest, but it pulled away just enough for her fingers to take a Yellow Pages walk up his sternum, to the hollow of his neck. She punctuated each word with a finger step.

"My. Name. Is. Maebe." Her hand reached out and took his chin between her thumb and pointer finger. "It's nice to meet you, Dylon. Very nice."

A comfortable calm settled over Maebe as she accepted that Dylon was up for the game, and she pulled down on his chin, where she'd held him. Good little boys who didn't play hard to get were rewarded with silence. She pushed herself up to her tiptoes, and kissed him, brief but hard, on the lips.

She still tasted like pocky. She would definitely share with him, later.

Just not the strawberry. Unless he earned it.

The pull was encouraging, but Dylon's attempt to be sexy had Maebe slumping in dismay. He was still trying to hit on her.. because this was probably as far as he usually got. Dylon sounded like a serial pick-up artist; the kind that hung out in bars all night, testing out lines on women to see which ones worked best. The kind that hardly ever actually got laid, and yet measured their success based on how hard they tried, not how often they succeeded.

She didn't have time for this.

"Look." Maebe pulled back just enough to be able to look him in the eye, and smiled a tight, forced little smile. "You're very cute. And I'm very desperate. So you've already sealed the deal. We're going to have sex. Possibly multiple times depending on your stamina and whether or not you're any good at it. But the point is, you don't need to try and hit on me any more. You don't have to work for it. I am handing it to you on a silver platter."

She breathed in deep, and forced herself to relax. "So unless the words coming out of your mouth are either 'Harder', 'Faster', or 'Again', you don't need to say a word." She brushed her hands through his hair with a gentle touch, that was ruined with a clench and tug. "But I have one last request." She kissed his chin. "Please don't be gentle."

Maebe might have thought that the free candy sign was enough of a giveaway, but it didn't matter. Results were results, and they were on the same page now. She let out a regrettably childish squeal when he picked her up and hung her against him, and her arms wrapped around his neck to hold herself up. Everything was moving fast now, just how she liked it.

She was dumped on the bed, and her hands were already unbuttoning her blouse before he could ask for it. She paused when he did, and put her hands on her hips. A very tiny smirk quirked her lips up, and her fingers paused before popping any more buttons. "I could say the same for you, you know." His shoes were on her bed. They'd better not have been dirty.