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Taking someone to the movies was something you were supposed to do when you were dating, Taiga thought.
It seemed kinda tame, to be honest, but what the hell. If he was gonna keep his kitty-cat happy, had to give ‘em some softer moments once in a while, right? After all, you were a scared, shaking kitten, not a feral beast like him. He had to treat you right.
He knew his own brain had these… holes. He knew how often he would forget had to be numerous, and he didn't want to dwell too long on how many times he must've threatened you, held a gun to your head (had he ever actually shot at you? He couldn't remember. But why did he have this faint image in his brain of a slice across your cheek, the smell of gunpowder charring the air black as a single drop of red slid down?) or just… didn't even recall your name.
Sinostra's Captain was willing to be (and was) a lot of things, but he didn't want to be a shitty boyfriend.
So if Kitty-kat wants a dull movie date, then Kitty-kat gets what Kitty-kat wants.
Just so long as you didn't expect him to remember the movie (you did not).
The darkness of the theater was a pleasant excuse, too. How often you caught the redhead staring at you, he had no clue, but stare he did. Your face lit by alternating colors on the screen, emotions playing out on your features as you empathized with whatever was going on, Taiga's cat-like eyes studied you, trying to commit you to memory. Remember. Remember , he found his thoughts repeating. It's important. Gonna try to save ‘em this time.
Was that all? It wasn't, not anymore. He had cared before, he thought, but never like this. This time was truly something different.
So could the ending be different?
You glanced up at him a moment, maybe trying to catch his response to something in the movie, but your eyes momentarily widened when you caught his gaze, his adamant stare. He grinned, and the intensity of his continued stare made your cheeks redden, so you started to turn your head.
Long fingers tipped with black polished nails grabbed your chin before you could look away, and Taiga slyly pulled you into a kiss. The contact between your lips felt to him like what the opposite of a Mesmer match must be; in one warm, wet moment where you tasted faintly of movie popcorn, he thought maybe he could remember… well. Everything.
You slipped back carefully, and he let you. Your attention turned back to the screen, and his arm rested around your shoulders. You actually snuggled into him, and he chuckled deeply. My kitten is being cuddly~.
God, what a sap he was becoming this go around, though he knew no one would ever believe it.
When the movie finally ended (must've been some really emotional shit because you were smiling pretty wide but your face was wet with tears. Taiga couldn't remember a single thing but your expression was oddly…cute), he stretched sinuously as he got up from the chair. “That what you wanted?” he asked, one hand offered palm up towards you.
You slipped your hand into his, marveling at how easy these sort of moments were becoming as you also got to your feet. “...Yes. Thank you, Taiga,” you said quietly, wiping a bit at your face.
Taiga laughed, his flaming hair waving curtain-like as he threw his head back in that heart-stopping way he had. “Gyahaha! Just a movie got you all worked up?” He brushed one thumb over your cheek, catching a lingering teardrop. Without thinking, he brought that same thumb to his mouth and tasted that tear. Something about the way his eyes glimmered when he did so made your heart clench. “Not exactly a thrill ride but I guess if you liked it,” he shrugged, his body slowly shifting into a more relaxed gait as you started the walk back.
As you had expected after your first “date” had gone the way it had (good from one perspective because you had kissed, and kissing Taiga was like what you imagined skydiving was like: exhilarating and fun but still potentially dangerous…and bad in another perspective because there was no WAY you two were gonna get another R&R permit any time soon), leaving the campus together was no longer a date option, at least at the moment. But Taiga was Taiga, and Sinostra was Sinostra, and though the means that he obtained things for his kitten were questionable, maybe it was the thought that counted?
After all, if he was thinking of you, he was remembering you.
It was a pleasant change, then, being brought to what seemed quite a posh hotel after your date. Darkwick's expansive campus was full of surprises, with different ecosystems and a casino and a forest of eternal night and a desert and a frozen winter realm and a defunct cathedral and a spooky disused carnival so… fancy hotel? Why not.
The warm amber-brown walls with their gilded wainscoting seemed to bring out the warmth in Taiga's hair, reflections almost blending the golden undertones into the top crimson layers. His movements, which you often admired for their easy, unguarded grace, took him about the room in serpentine paths after you checked in. “Not bad,” he muttered aloud. He smirked as he looked over his shoulder at you. “Better than some other lodgings we've had, huh?”
You raised an eyebrow at him as you sat on the bed. Whether the sheets were white or the palest gold, you couldn't be sure because of the lighting. “Which lodgings would that be?”
Taiga's easy expression momentarily slackened, and he closed his eyes for a beat. You watched the slightest twitch at his brow as he thought. “Which… yeah, don't tell me…” He snapped his fingers suddenly, grinning again as his citrine eyes opened. “Yeah, that training thing. The Shi San Long or something like that, we had those pitiful rooms.”
You smiled warmly back at him. “Yeah. We did.” You loved when he remembered something, especially when it had to do with you.
Did you know how much it meant to him, though, as well?
Taiga felt like his brain was humming, but in a pleasant way. His languid walk towards you had you locked into his every movement. “I remember your outfit, too,” he said with a sparkle of mischief on his face. He leaned down and traced a black nail teasingly over your knee, and you couldn't hold back a shudder. “That Qipao was sexy on you.”
You felt your face heat up, and surprised yourself by not holding back your own words: “Okay, but can we talk about your outfit?”
He paused, standing upright again and looking at you curiously. “Ah? The one with the cropped jacket thing?” His lashes lowered and his smile took on a devilish aura. “You liked that, huh?”
Well, there was no stopping this now that you had let it slip. “It was… the shirt,” you muttered, suddenly very aware of your current location. On this large bed. In a room with Taiga. Alone. “You. Uh. Have a nice waist?”
Yellow-green eyes blinked twice before he tossed his head back in another loud laugh. Those same eyes then narrowed back at you, the corner of his grin flashing a glimpse of sharp teeth. “Really did have dirty thoughts, did ya?”
You felt your heart flutter under his gaze, and your mouth opened, closed, reopened wordlessly a few times. How did you answer something like that?
His expression softening, Taiga didn't fill the silence with words, instead fluidly moving to sit down on the edge of the bed, his back to you. After a quiet moment facing away from you, you realized he had both hands situated in front of himself. Before you could think to voice your curiosity, he slid his shirt—which you understood now he had been unbuttoning—down and back over his shoulders. You couldn't help the rapidly warming blush rising to your cheeks as he leaned back, bare-chested now, smiling over his shoulder at you.
“Like what you see?~” he teased, then laughed again, deeper and quieter this time, when you stared, awestruck, dumbfounded, the only sound you were able to manage being a small and rather pathetic squeak somewhere from the back of your throat.
The sound of fabric being pushed aside as he finished removing the shirt felt like it echoed in the room. Taiga twisted, practically crawling across the bed to you with that same sultry grin. “My kitten made the smallest little mew~,” he remarked, a shiver running through you. He caged you in beneath him as you laid back almost automatically to his approach.
Your eyes didn't seem to know where to linger—eyes? chest? waist?—, but his did. He delighted in watching you beneath him, flush and heart pounding, that shiver he noticed from day one (possibly? Or was that a subsequent meeting…?) flowing through you, and so his ember-like eyes settled determinedly on yours. Easily supporting himself on one arm (you saw the muscle flex and it sent heat to some of the deepest parts of you), Taiga trailed his other hand across your cheek, resting a thumb on your lower lip.
“Scared?” he asked, though on some level, he realized he was asking himself. Of course, I'm scared. I'm fucking terrified, he admitted to himself, but never aloud. I don't let people in. I don't do this romantic shit. What the hell is wrong with me?
You swallowed, your tongue darting out to wet your lips; you tasted the tip of his thumb just slightly when you did so. “Taiga, I don't… I don't take any of this lightly,” you stammered.
His eyes—those piercing, inhuman, and yet so incredibly captivating eyes—bore into you with a fire that felt both consuming and renewing. “I know that,” he whispered back; actually whispered, maybe one of the softest sounds you'd ever heard. “And d’ya know what? Neither do I.”
How did these few seconds seem to stretch for an eternity?
The first to move, Taiga's hand left your cheek, pressing slowly down from your shoulder, then around to the side of your chest; another small sound, closer to a sigh, traveled unbidden from your lips as his hands traveled smoothly lower to rest on your waist.
“Touch me,” he said, the words a command but his eyes a pleading request.
You mirrored his movements, though with considerably more tremor when you felt the heat of his skin, the tension of muscles along a slender frame. He ran hot. The temperature almost seemed like it should burn, but it didn't, not quite. And wasn't that so like Taiga? Sharp teeth and wild, fearsome eyes but lips (you had been learning) soft as silk; memory like a sieve but intellect like a blade; dangerous and threatening and infuriating but relaxed and playful and even sometimes a little silly.
You hardly noticed the quickening pace of his breaths as your own were slowly picking up speed. “Taiga…” You tried to speak, but it came out as more of a whine. “I… I want…”
He leaned down to you, those soft lips pressing, close-mouthed but lingering, to your own. When he broke the kiss a beat after, you were still close enough that you could feel the flutter of his eyelashes as he blinked.
“What Kitty-kat wants,” he murmured, voice low and feeling as though it was enveloping you completely. “...Kitty-kat gets.”
You could hardly believe it was happening, but you also couldn't stop it.
Not that you wanted to.
“Y-you, Taiga.” You heard your own voice as though far away, a floating sensation over your senses even though you remained firmly pinned beneath him. “I want you.”
He shuddered, a sigh (of relief?) escaping his lips before he grinned. “Then you can have me.”
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In an instant, he was kissing you again, more deeply this time, pressing that bare chest against you. You let your hands wander across his waist, his sides, his back, wishing you could absorb the feel of him through your fingertips as his tongue slid exploratively against your own.
You could feel his length, pressing hard and insistently against your thigh. As you shifted against him, a moan escaped the kiss and you weren't entirely sure whether it came from you or from him. Then he growled, that one you knew was him, and you gasped as that growl transitioned into quick teeth and hands on a mission to remove every speck of fabric that separated you.
You alternatively scolded and encouraged your own hands as they fumbled with the tie on Taiga's pants, eager to help him along with getting rid of clothing. Lips crashed against lips, and before you knew it, you could feel all of him against you.
His mind was a smudgy, racing, but soothing blur as he let himself fall into the moment, focusing on each touch, each caress, each moan and whimper he could get out of you only encouraging him more. He unabashedly grinned at you, knew you could feel how hard he was as he pressed your hips together, then kissed your shocked and needy face again, lips, cheeks, jawline, throat. He let his teeth trail with the slightest pressure along your pulse, feeling it quicken as he let one of his hands slide down to your throbbing, wet need.
It was when he slid one finger, then two, into you, that you realized he wasn't wearing his usual rings. You wondered for a moment about why you noticed this so particularly, but you didn't have much time to think as Taiga curled those fingers inside you and you cried out his name.
“Mmm…. you're so wet,” he purred against your throat, “is this all for me, babe?”
What the hell did you say to something like that?!
Fortunately, your whining moans seemed to be enough of an answer for him. His fingers continued to work in and out of you, and your hips thrust up to him eagerly as he continued to pepper kisses everywhere he could. Moving just so one thumb—the same thumb that had rested at your lips not but a few moments ago–pressed and rubbed at your swollen clit at the exact moment he bit down on your shoulder, you cried out again, whimpering and needy at the sensation of the pleasure mixing with the sharp pain.
The cry, or the slight taste of blood, or both, pulled another deep moan from Taiga. You whimpered and your hips bucked as his fingers slid out from you, keening at the loss, but Taiga only grabbed your hand and pressed it against his hard dick before insistently plunging his fingers back into you. “God damn it, ” he swore, his own hips bucking. “Do you feel that? That's what you did to me.”
Not wanting him to stop with his own hand, you moved yours, stroking him slow at first, but gripping with more pressure when he reacted with grunts of pleasure and increased thrusts against your hand. He kissed you again, and again, and again, the iron taste of your blood still fresh on his lips, his hand working tirelessly at your core.
You were seeing stars, and he knew it, and God damn, he was going to chase you into them, grab one for himself, and swallow it whole.
“Come for me, Kitty-kat,” he growled against your lips, and you immediately obliged, writhing and crying out below him. He laughed, deep and pleased that it was him doing this to you, making you feel like this. “Ah, yes. Yes, babe, just like that.”
Your high cascaded around you, and just as you thought you might feel yourself float down, Taiga wrenched his body back from yours. Those devilish fingers still curling into you, he grunted and swiftly hiked one of your legs over his shoulder. “Wha-what‐?” you questioned, still drunk from your orgasm.
He answered with a wide grin before crashing his mouth between your legs.
His tongue hungrily joined his fingers, his free hand sliding beneath the small of your back to lift you into his gluttonous ministrations. The taste of you was driving him insane, the noises you made making him twitch his hips involuntarily. “T-Taiga!!” You felt like you might explode, not wanting him to ever stop but also wanting more, more. “Pl-please! F-Fuck, Taiga! Want…you!”
Practically snarling, your begging finally convinced him to pry himself from your wetness, and when he kissed you, you could taste your own come, and the naughtiness of it had you groaning and whimpering but eagerly kissing back.
He gripped his own hard length, pumping it between you and moaning into your messy kissing, before sliding the tip along your entrance almost agonizingly slow. “Fuck, Kitten. My Kitten,” he groaned. “You want me to fuck you?”
You whimpered again, your hips twitching upward as you nodded and kissed him again, off target and pathetic but, he thought, so fucking sexy . “Please!”
When his hips rolled into you, you almost came again right away. Almost.
Your moans came out simultaneously, the redhead pausing as he felt you clench around him. “So tight… fuck…” he moaned again.
Then he began to rock his hips.
Pushing into you, the walls of your deep, wet heat clenching onto him, Taiga kissed and bit hungrily at your skin, surely leaving some marks but nothing permanent, he'd make sure to take care of you, you were his kitten and besides, he'd determined he would mark you like this again and again. “Yes, yes, just like that,” he growled, savoring the feel of you around him, clinging to him, kissing him, the taste of you, how soaking wet you were for him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, momentarily shrouded because his blood was rushing lower, he had the thought: he was addicted now. Even if this didn't work, if he ended up fucking this up, this was what he wanted, you and him, like this, over and over, if he had to kill for it, so be it, if he had to die for it, so fucking be it.
He picked up pace, slamming into you to eagerly chase his own high and maybe, just maybe, get you there with him once more. You pushed back against him in a feverish daze, no coherent grasp on what you wanted to do next, where to grab at him, where to kiss, when to moan, when to cry out, just that you had to be closer, closer, closer.
Then Taiga's chanting of your name, his swears and pet names, started to trail off, replaced by mindless babbling. You looked up to see his eyes closed in concentration, his lips quivering as he gasped and thrust. Gently, you wiped a smear of what you were certain was your blood from those lips, then caught them in a kiss.
That was it. Your connecting lips sent him over the edge, and he moaned against you, and you felt his hips jerk as he pulled your body flush against his own, trembling with release. His bucking and climaxing peaked then slowed and came almost to a standstill.
Citrine eyes looked lustily up at you, and you smiled softly, though you both noticed the smallest tremors still between you. “Kitty… kat…” he murmured against your lips.
“My Taiga…” you whispered back, one hand sliding lovingly back and forth across his back and shoulders.
The redhead closed his eyes again, moving so he rested his forehead on your shoulder, and you thought maybe you were finished, but your eyes widened when he began to thrust his hips again, still deep within you.
“You…?”
“You… were close… right?” His whisper was hoarse against your skin as he was determinedly picking up pace again. “Not… stopping… until you come… again.”
“T-Taiga!”
Kitty-kat gets what Kitty-kat wants.
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