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nilielhPairing : Ohno/Girl!Nino
Rating : R
Summary : Crossfire AU. She is the flame that ignites the fire within him; his girl, his angel, his everything.
Note : Will repost in AO3 soon
10 - Bared
The dinner is, as expected, crowded with people she doesn’t know.
The only good thing about it is that Ohno-san is with her, even though she kind of expected he’d have to mingle around and socialize. Nino’s not entirely convinced her presence is needed there, but Ohno-san never let her feel out of place or left out. In fact, it’s as if his whole attention is focused on her even when she’s certain he’s in deep conversation with someone else, his hand never letting go of hers, thumb drawing circles across her palm over and over, his touch reminding her of what he’d made her feel in the apartment before they left earlier.
It’s almost midnight when the crowd starts to thin out. By that time, Nino feels slight buzzed from the few glasses of champagne Ohno-san had let her have during dinner while he was talking to some people. There’s bounce on her steps when he tugs her to him and towards the dance floor wordlessly, joining the other couples who are already there.
“You should have told me you wanted to dance,” she quips, letting him place her hands on his shoulders before feeling his own around her hips. “You could have asked the lady sitting on your right, it’s obvious she’s dying to have a dance with you.”
Ohno-san’s eyes crinkle with silent mirth as he pulls her closer. “What lady? I’m sorry but the only lady I’m planning on dancing with is you.”
“She’s the one who keeps refilling your champagne glasses, are you saying you didn’t notice her?” she asks, arching her brows at him in question. He chuckles and draws her in, closer and closer still, until their faces are merely a breath apart.
“No, Ninomiya-san,” he says, voice low and husky, “I’m busy staring at you that I didn’t notice anybody else.”
That does it. “Are you planning on staying here longer?” she asks through the buss of excitement rushing through her. She feels his arms tightening around her in answer, his lips curling in a way that makes her insides curl with want. “Otherwise, we can just leave. Right now.” She adds, wonders if he notices the way her voice trembles with need.
His eyes darken visibly and his hands drift to either side of her hips possessively. “No, not really,” he says, and pulls away, but not completely. Keeping an arm around her waist, he uses his other free hand to find his phone, fishing out of his suit jacket to make a call.
All the while, he keeps her close as if he is afraid to let go, talking on whoever is on the other line and telling the person where to go as Ohno-san leads her off the dance floor and into the nearest exit.
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Nino saw the car that drove them there the moment Ohno-san steered her out the door. He keeps his hand at the small of her back to guide her forward, only barely noticing the driver rounding the way to open the door for them until Ohno-san is helping her inside.
Once settled, Ohno-san pulls her into his arms without another word, waits for the driver to settle on the front before Ohno-san is telling him where to go. Nino is too worked up by that time to even pay attention to anything, breathing harshly into Ohno-san’s chest and gripping Ohno-san’s arms for dear life to calm herself.
It doesn’t help ease the tension settling over her bones, nor it slows the way her pulse is thundering along with every beat of her heart. Ohno-san looks like he’s no better either, pressing kisses over her hair and smoothing a hand across her back every now and then as if he’s trying not to simply shove her down and do her right there.
The entire twenty minute car ride seemed to be the longest ride she’d ever have to endure in her life only because she knows where it’s heading.
When they stop, Ohno-san doesn’t even hesitate. He throws the door open and jumps out, holding a hand to her and helping her down. Nino avoids looking at his face and concentrates on breathing instead, only belated noticing where they are.
They are on the elevator going up when she remembers to ask.
“W-Where – Where are we?” she stammers, hoping he didn’t notice the way her voice trembles in combined uncertainty and anticipation.
He smiles and pulls her closer, letting her see their reflection on the elevator’s walls as he presses his lips to her temple.
“I’m taking you home, Ninomiya-san.”
