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Lila sat in Five's lap, skillfully running the straight razor along the curve of his neck. They both knew he could be doing this himself, but it became a sort of ritual for them. Besides, she enjoyed it just as much as he did.
She loved seeing him with his eyes closed, completely relaxed in her hands. She loved seeing how much he trusted her. Her. The only person - she liked to think - that matched, no, surpassed, his skills as an assassin. She smiled her manic, mischievous smile.
"I could kill you," she stated, following the razor with her thumb, pausing ever so slightly to feel his pulse.
"Could you?" Five smiled without opening his eyes to look at her. "I don't believe you."
She hummed in response, nicking his jaw on purpose and wiping the blood off with her thumb. Five didn't even flinch.
"Is that your best attempt, my love?" He opened his eyes, tilting his head to look at her. "You're growing old."
"I simply don't want to," she explained, putting the straight razor against his throat, digging it into his neck enough to draw blood again. "Yet. You know I like to play with my food."
Razor still pressed against his neck, pulsing with his heartbeat, Lila leaned over and kissed him. She ground her hips against his, eliciting the beginning of the reaction she wanted, and only pulled back when she needed to breathe more than she needed his tongue down her throat.
Five groaned, so careful not to move into the razor and closer to her. He grinned, then blinked, appearing behind her and catching her by the waist to stop her from falling forwards into the chair. His left hand snaked up and grasped her throat.
"I could kill you," he whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine.
"I don't believe you," she whispered back, lithely twisting in his arms and flashing the razor in his face before kissing him deeply again.
The cut on Five's neck was still leaking blood. Lila ran her tongue across it, pausing for a second to let him enjoy the gentle touch before biting down in the exact same spot. Hard. Five yelped.
"I surprised you," she teased through laughter. "I finally got you!"
Five wiped the blood and remains of shaving cream from his neck. He was looking at her like a predator ready to pounce. Lila's heart fluttered.
"Hardly," he insisted, spinning her around in his arms, bringing her own razor wielding hand to her own throat. "I have you right where I want you." Five kissed the back of her neck gently, guiding the razor in her hand along its front.
"If I was right where you wanted me, I'd be naked in your arms," Lila stated brazenly.
Five evaluated the dress she was wearing versus his desire to fix it as she pouted - but that was my *favourite* - and decided the moment would be worth taking.
Using the razor in her hand, he maneuvered it to cut one of the straps, letting the dress drop slightly. He followed the cut with an awkward kiss on her exposed shoulder as he cut the other strap.
The dress fell away. Lila, predictably, was not wearing underwear. She arched her free arm backwards, running her fingers through his hair and twisting to kiss him over her shoulder.
"Now I'm right where you want me," she hummed happily, smiling into the kiss.
Five kept his hand on hers, keeping the razor at arm's length of them both. His other hand ran across her body. His fingers gently grazed the soft skin of her stomach, over her belly button, exploring the small scars she had gained over the years. She wriggled in his grasp, breathing heavily, feeling his cock harden against her backside. His fingers danced up to her breast, kneading gently. She closed her fingers in his hair and closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle touches. Five kissed her neck. Lila could spend forever in his arms, just like this, feeling his breath against her skin, his soft hands lightly calloused hands on her body.
Unfortunately, she was in a mood today. She grabbed his hair, yanking sharply as she twisted in his arms again, freeing her knife hand from his. His hand stayed in contact with her skin, lingering on her waist. She pulled his head back by the hair, exposing his neck to her blade again and giggling at their little dance.
She grazed the sharp edge of the blade down his Adam's apple, tracing between his collar bones and down the front of his chest. With small flicks along the way, she cut the buttons from his shirt. Lila lazily traced her blade along his now bare chest, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to send goosebumps prickling along his skin. She let go of his hair, pressing the blade into his neck under his jaw and leaning in.
"Tell me you love me," she demanded.
"You know I do."
"Say it." Lila pressed the blade harder, breaking his skin.
"I love you," Five whispered.
"Say it again."
"I love you," he repeated. "I love you, Lila."
"Good boy." Lila released the tension on the blade and wiped the new streak of blood off Five's neck, sucking it off her thumb. She poked him gently in the center of his chest, guiding him to step back towards the chair he'd been sitting in earlier. Five obediently obliged and Lila straddled him again, making herself comfortable in his lap.
With him, there was no pretense of traditional roles, of what he or she should be doing or feeling. With him, she was free to take charge and he would obey her without question, or she was free to be his completely, body and mind. With him, she was happy, she was free.
"I live to serve." Five smirked, leaning up to kiss her while she was lost in thought.
Lila pinned him back against the chair, her thumb on his throat, her knife against his skin. Five left his hands resting on the small of her back, following her lead with now practiced ease.
"You're mine," she told him, leaning down to bite his earlobe and drawing a moan from him. She moved her hips against his. "Say it."
"I'm yours." He paused. "Until you kill me, that is." His eyes sparkled with teasing as she leaned back to look at him. "If you can," he added.
"I hate you," Lila pouted dramatically. She stabbed the razor into the armchair too close to his ear, cutting a bit of Five's hair in the process.
"Liar." He grasped her waist more firmly, grinding his lap up against her. She knew he could feel how wet she was for him through his pants. She knew he knew she would kill *for* him, but never him, not anymore. Lila made a soft noise, exhaling against his lips.
Five reached back, grabbing the razor from the chair and playing with it idly as Lila stuck her tongue down his throat once again. When she let them come up for air, he pressed it against her chest and she laughed, pressing closer. She shifted, forcing the sharp razor in Five's hand to pull a thin streak of blood across her chest. She dipped her fingers in it, and pressed them to his lip. Five kissed them. Lila wiggled the razor out of his grasp, knowing he was letting her have it. This was her scene.
She kissed him hard again, her spare hand reaching down to unbutton his pants and free his cock. Her slender fingers wrapped around it, stroking lightly as she guided it between her legs. Five's breath hitched, Lila watching his face intently, loving every little expression, every little stifled moan and hint of smile. She loved to see his expression of pure bliss, happiness, love, when she put his cock inside her. She loved the way he felt, his cock twitching slightly, stretching her pleasantly.
Lila rode Five with her hands on his shoulders, his hands and lips on her chest, playing with her breasts. He bit her nipple, grinding it against his teeth, and she groaned, arching her back into his touch. Lila liked to make herself heard, gasping and moaning with each thrust that he matched.
She tilted his head up towards her, razor flat under his chin, kissing him. Lila guided his hand between her legs with her free hand, then went back to holding on to him as he flicked her clit with his thumb. Five was magic with his fingers. She was not aware a man was capable of eliciting this kind of reaction from her before he touched her. His fingers were electric against her skin, soft and calloused at the same time, grazing her sensitive clit at just the right place as he thrust into her. Lila moaned into his mouth, clenching her fingers in his shirt.
Five made her cum loudly, screaming his name in his lap with a self satisfied grin she had once threatened to cut off his face. She gasped, panting, as the waves of the orgasm ran over her, totally ruining her little power game she had been playing earlier.
"I hate you," she whispered once she caught her breath.
"Didn't sound like it a second ago... What was that? 'Oh, fuck, Five'?"
"Shut up, idiot."
Lila pressed her body to his, getting a hold of herself again, and took control back. She knew what she was doing with him, she knew exactly how to make him gasp and before long he was moaning and muttering her name into the crook of her neck.
"Cum for me," she demanded.
"But you--"
"Cum inside me," she said against his mouth through hungry kisses.
"Are you--" Lila cut him off with a kiss.
"Cum inside me, Five," she insisted, dropping the nearly forgotten razor behind the chair and twisting her fingers through his hair. "I want you to." He did as he was told. She felt him fill her, and she wiggled her hips down to keep him deep inside as he did. Five moaned into her kiss.
"Fuck, you're amazing," he told her.
"I know," she giggled, ignoring the remnants of blood and nuzzling against his neck with a contented sigh. Five held her close, kissing her hair. "You're not so bad yourself. I'll have to keep you around. For now."
Lila snuggled in closer as Five smiled down at her with adoration. She had never been happier.