Knives' Revenge

With the briefing over, you were allowed some time to let the information sink in. With the group dismissed, you made your way back to the living quarter, passing through a relatively quiet hallway with only the buzz of machinery and the regular sound of footsteps to distract you. Your pace was a bit slower than usual, which caused you to fall behind as the Stooges proceeded ahead without you, leaving you alone with your thoughts. This is just as well, you're pretty sure they don't like you anyway.

All, alone, however? "Hehe, you might be strong, but you lower your guard too easily.~" A voice calls for your attention and you look up, being brought back to the present. It seems like your assessment of isolation wasn't entirely accurate. More importantly though, you raise an eyebrow, mildly confused as t what exactly she's talking about. You aren't exactly in the middle of enemy territory, so why in God's name should you be overly wary or paranoid?

"What are you--" You attempt to voice your skepticism, but your words die on your lips as those very lips are very rudely and very aggressively silenced. Moving with unexpected speed, Knives closed the distance, ruby red eyes peering deep into yours from just a few centimeters away as her hands lashed forth, seizing your wrists and pushing you against the wall of the hallway somewhat roughly.

Your sapphire blue eyes narrowed in shock and surprise, finding yourself stunned for a few second by the absolutely shameless, daredevil, brazen boldness of the German girl. The entirely unfamiliar sensation of lips against lips burns itself in your mind as those scarlet orbs still keep watching over you, like the eyes of a hungry predator. You twitch and fidget unconsciously, your body not knowing how to respond to the unexpected and unconventional assault.

Your first reaction is to want to push her away, break off from that lewd demon's outrageous attack, but it's more easily said than done as she keeps an iron grip on your wrists, now pinned against the wall, and her own body's weight pushes against yours. You manage to make some headway, pushing back against her and away from the wall slightly, but energy fails you as a sliver of doubt forms itself at the back of your mind.

Your fingers curl and stiffen while your lips feel more and more moist under the assault of Knives' tongue. The rest of your body seems to slowly heat up under a mixture of confusion, embarrassment and.. something else you can't quite identify. Despite yourself, you can't help the thought that this development is.. not as unpleasant as you first thought it to be. The thought in and of itself almost feel dangerous, yet.. that very same danger.. could it be... it's exciting?

 Slowly but surely, the tension in your whole body lessens, and so does the struggle against the invader. Knives takes note of this, of course, and presses the advantage, pushing you back against the wall. Her grip on your wrist also loosens ever so slightly, and you see the window of opportunity, and yet, rather than take advantage of it to push back with a regain of strength.. your lips part.

With your resistance waning, Knives takes the invitation for what it is and presses even further as her tongue snakes its way past your lips and meets its meek homologue. It has no more of an idea how to react than you do, of course, so your tongue remains subdued as Knives' begins to brush, coil and pull, coaxing your tongue out of its idleness insistently and expertly. Before long it achieves success, and your body learns what is expected of it, responding in kind and mimicking hers' motions.

Without even thinking about it, the motions quickly start to become fluid and natural, and your eyelids lower half-way, slowly, bit by bit. Unexpectedly, however, she pulls back slightly and you surprise yourself with a slight feeling of disappointment and longing, lips still faintly parted as small hints of saliva glimmer under the dim light of the hallway. "Hm, yes~ That's a much, much better look for you, 'lady Leiningen'." She whispers in your ears with a wolfish grin.

You face flushes with a blush as you finally realize how this must be looking and you manage to strip your eyes away, glancing to the side, but without leaving you enough time to respond, Knives dives back in, and your whole body tenses all over again before shivering wildly. The warmth you had been feeling until then intensifies and while you're tempted to violently push her away once more, you just can't bring yourself to doing it. For a moment, you lose your notion of time, and when the dance is finally over, you're left panting and somewhat dazed.

That bastard! She... she stole your first! And... and in such an.. unbelievably.. devilish manner... God...