The Mouse and The Monarch

35

~MOUSE~

Ophelia, clad in Zero's olive green jacket with her crimson lingerie underneath, moved with a confident sway in her steps.

She had successfully completed another mission.

It was thanks to her that they had the information they needed.

And for once, she didn't feel completely shit about her job.

The sultry scarlet fabric clung to her every curve, a stark contrast against the muted tones of Zero's jacket.

He had thrown it to her as she walked up to the chopper, his head turned as far away from her as it could go.

The air was thick with the residue of a successful mission, the taste of victory still lingering on her lips.

There was no one better than her.

As Ophelia neared the barracks she felt the cold concrete soak into her bare feet.

The door to her room came into focus as her tired eyes begged for her to go to sleep.

With an impish grin, Ophelia pushed open the creaking door of the barracks.

She couldn't wait to sleep.

The air inside was tinged with a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment.

She yawned, the weariness of the mission catching up to her.

Closing the door behind her and crossing the room to her bed she smiled as her fingers traced Zero's jacket.

He'd literally and figuratively saved her ass twice now.

She stretched languidly letting the lingerie ride up her skin and her muscles ease as she crouched down in front of her bed.

Her bare feet made no noise as she knelt down and grabbed her duffel bag, aching to put on some comfortable clothes.

The abrupt intrusion of loud, banging footsteps shattered her tranquillity.

Her senses heightened, and she turned, her eyes narrowing at the furious footsteps outside her door.

The heavy door slammed open and closed so quickly that it reverberated through the room, sealing her within the confines of the barracks.

Ophelia's frown deepened as she looked up slowly, her gaze settling on the figure standing in front of her.

His silhouette was tense, the very air around him vibrating with an unsettling energy that sent shivers across her spine.

She pulled the olive-coloured jacket tighter against herself, a shield against his unpredictable energy.

His body shook.

Legs and arms twitching as he turned to face him.

Standing up from her spot she faced him fully.

Ophelia studied König with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

Something was wrong. She could see it in his eyes.

They were distant and filled with so many emotions she couldn't read.

"Are you alright-" Ophelia's attempt to break the oppressive silence was abruptly stifled as two gloved hands shot out with startling speed, seizing her by the neck.

The olive jacket slipped from her shoulders, leaving her scarlet lingerie exposed in the dim light.

The world blurred as she was forcefully spun around, her back colliding with the solid door of the barracks.