𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

~𝟛𝟛~

CONTROL

♦

     She stares at the reflection in the mirror. 'What have I done to myself?' Emiko ponders over how irresponsible she's been. It's never been a problem as to care so much. Her instincts always guide her to make good choices and it's kept her alive so far. She doesn't quite understand herself. She runs her hands down her waist, feeling all the curves. There's one thing that she can understand; she yearns for Hisoka's touch again.

     Emiko brushed through her hair and tied it in a high ponytail. She let strands fall over the sides of her face, framing it completely. She sprayed herself with a sweet, alluring fragrance before having the urge to leave the hotel room. The idea of letting her emotions consume her isn't an option. I guess I'll have to deal with things my way.

     The halls of the Heaven's Arena seemed to run forever. She struts through the long, red carpets and finds herself in a dominating Ren. It's an aura that's far too familiar, much to recognizable to ignore. She fights through the Ren with ease and finds herself with Hisoka's chin resting on her shoulder. She can feel his hot breath on her neck as she expected. It made her realize how much she needed his presence next to hers. It felt so relieving to finally have someone as strong as him by her. His grunts echoed at her ear, memories from those nights circling her mind. Maybe he's just as needy as she is. Although, it's becoming difficult to continue resisting. She's been upset with him for so long she's almost completely forgotten why she was in the first place.

     "I was planning on telling you eventually about Illumi and...~♦" Hisoka whispers into the shell of her ear. His fingers combing through her silky hair. She felt a chill traveling down her spine as she let his voice melt her,"...I've missed you...~♦"

     Emiko wiggles out of his grip, "You could've at least called."

     "Oh, why's that? Do you enjoy talking to me? Or is it my voice that gets you going...~♦" Hisoka says with a smirk. He's always catching on too quickly. It's intimidating. He's wearing that black card-fitted outfit. His neck shows more through that collar...

     "You've got some nerve coming back with such ease..." She says, looking over her shoulder. It was close to merging into the daily evening. The plan was to take a stroll around the area to prevent yourself from thinking you've lost it completely. It was relieving to see someone like him, someone that doesn't contradicts her. He can give her exactly what she wants.

     "Would you rather me not show up at all?~♦" Hisoka asks.

     She revealed a hostile bloodlust, "You know what my answer is."

     The tension in the hall became intense. A power you haven't felt in a while, simply because she hasn't been around his power. If he did miss me so much, how come it took so long to talk to me? I hate to be so insecure, or even caring.

     It took every cell in her body to turn away from his face. His very... sexy... face. Oh my god... Emiko is pulled to a stop when she's pushed against the wall under his grip. Her wrists were being held down by his strong touch up against the wall. For even this small amount of time, she's forgotten how hefty only his hands are. Her guard was so low. Her willpower to fight back is at a zero. The only thing that's relevant at the moment is her ability to feel his hands on her body.

     She shifted close to his face. He's so tall even if he's leaning a little closer to her. Hisoka's lips cracked a smile, one she hasn't seen in a bit. It's that hungry expression that makes her crave him more. She was gifted with a slow kiss. It only made her want to throw him against the wall instead, devour his lips in the process. He's such a good kisser. Oh how I've missed this...